Chapter 135: The Little Rabbit and the Kitten Who Made a Mistake

The performance ended, and the noise subsided.

Surrounded by staff, Longhe returned backstage and entered his private dressing room.

Ding Heng leaned against the dressing table and smiled slightly.

Congratulations, bro, on the successful Shanghai stop of your concert!

Before he could finish speaking, Long He had already pounced on him.

She crashed into Ding Heng's arms, burying her face deep in his chest.

A moment later, suppressed sobs came from Ding Heng's arms.

"What are you doing...?"

"I'm just being dramatic today, bro."

Ding Heng raised his hand and ruffled the girl's hair, his tone as gentle as if he were coaxing a child: "Don't take it to heart."

Long He shook his head, his tears and snot smeared all over Ding Heng's chest.

She's still the same; once she starts crying, she can't stop...

Ding Heng didn't say anything more, but continued to gently pat her back, again and again.

Ten minutes later, the crying finally subsided.

Long He stepped out of Ding Heng's arms, her eyes red.

She sniffed, trying to calm her breathing, then held out her hand to Ding Heng: "Give me your phone."

What are you doing?

Ding Heng was taken aback, and felt inexplicably guilty.

After all, his phone contains too many photos or videos that are inconvenient for outsiders to view.

"Give it to me!"

Long He glared at him, his voice still slightly nasal: "Brother prepared a gift for you!"

Ding Heng took his phone out of his pocket and handed it over, casually reminding him, "Don't look through it."

Long He took the phone and scoffed, "Don't worry, I have no interest in watching videos of you and other women."

Then she took out her phone and operated it with both hands, tapping the screen every now and then.

Long He reached out his hand again: "ID card."

Ding Heng raised an eyebrow: "Do I need an ID card?"

"hurry up!"

"well……"

Ding Heng obediently pulled out his ID card and handed it over, teasingly asking, "You're not going to give me a big one, are you?"

Long He rolled his eyes at him and continued operating.

A little while later, she raised her phone and pointed the camera at Ding Heng.

"Come on, nod."

Ding Heng did as instructed.

"Shake your head."

Do it again.

Open your mouth.

"what……"

Long He nodded in satisfaction, tapped the screen a few more times, and finally handed the phone back to Ding Heng.

"alright."

"What?"

Ding Heng looked confused.

"Hmph!"

Longhe sniffed, finally stopping her sobs completely, and smugly hummed, "I've linked my credit card to your account."

Ding Heng was stunned: "Why are you giving me this?"

"A birthday present!"

Long He, feeling perfectly justified, raised his hand and hastily wiped his face with his sleeve.

"Didn't we make a promise when we were kids? If we get rich, we won't forget each other! Now that I'm successful, you can use my credit card, and I'll take care of you!"

Ding Heng was speechless for a moment.

Such a simple and straightforward birthday gift.

That's just like my brother's usual style.

Long He said proudly, "Besides, you don't need to worry. This is my own money, and my mom has no say in it."

Ding Heng put away his phone: "Okay, thanks bro, then I won't be polite."

Long He waved his hand generously: "Use it as much as you need. I've set an unlimited limit for you, don't be shy!"

Ding Heng glanced at the time; the number on the screen was about to jump to twelve.

"Shall I go now?"

"Oh... how long until next time we meet?"

"Let's wait for your concert tour to come to Changsha."

"All right."

Long He pursed his lips and said nothing more.

Ding Heng turned and walked out of the locker room, the door closing gently behind him.

He stood in the corridor and let out a long breath.

After dealing with Long He, there's still Hua Qing to contend with.

And two disobedient little pets...

It was almost 1 a.m. when I got back to the hotel.

Ding Heng swiped his card to enter the room, which was dark except for a bedside lamp.

"Senior?"

Ding Heng called out, but no one responded.

He turned on the light, took a few steps inside, and went into the bedroom.

The Nikon Z8 sat on the bed, surrounded by various photography accessories, all neatly arranged.

In the very center, a greeting card lay quietly.

Ding Heng picked up the greeting card and opened it.

Happy birthday! Something came up at school, so I have to head back to Changsha first.

The neat handwriting and the cold tone conveyed no emotion whatsoever...

Ding Heng frowned slightly, and a system notification popped up in his mind.

【Azure Cold Sword Immortal: Hua Qing】

[Current Status: A Fairy Who Has Lost All Her Cultivation Power]

[Progress of romantic entanglement: 80%]

[Progress of severing emotional ties: 1%]

Ding Heng was startled.

The progress of severing the emotional ties that had never stirred before has actually reached one percent?

Ding Heng silently put down the greeting card, unsure whether he should be happy or not.

He took out his phone and opened Hua Qing's chat window.

[Ding Heng]: Are you jealous?

The other party's typing prompt popped up, flashed a few times, and then disappeared.

No reply.

[Ding Heng]: I'll deal with you when we get back to Xingcheng.

A few more seconds passed.

【Flower Sea Sunny Day】: Oh...

A single word conveys emotions that are difficult to express in words.

Ding Heng tidied up the things on the bed and dialed the front desk.

"Hello, could you please book another room?"

After giving instructions to the front desk, Ding Heng opened Wenjing's chat window.

Ding Heng: [Positioning]

[Ding Heng]: Come here.

A mischievous little rabbit, a mischievous kitten.

Not one of them will escape!

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The hotel where Zhao Yanxi and Wen Jing stayed.

Only a dim bedside lamp was lit in the room.

Zhao Yanxi sat curled up on the edge of the bed, gazing blankly at the bustling night view of Shanghai outside the window.

She hadn't had time to change out of her burgundy velvet dress, and her carefully styled hair remained perfectly styled, but she seemed to have lost her soul, remaining completely still.

Wenjing stood quietly by her side, feeling a mix of sadness and bitterness in her heart, unsure how to comfort her best friend.

Wenjing's phone suddenly vibrated. She picked it up, glanced at it, and softly called out, "Yan hope..."

Zhao Yanxi didn't move, her voice muffled: "Hmm?"

"Ding Heng sent a message."

"What did he say?"

Zhao Yanxi perked up slightly and took the phone from Wenjing.

Ding Heng: Come here!

Two short words, concise and clear, leaving no room for negotiation.

Wenjing shrank back and muttered softly, "He seems really angry that we came to Shanghai secretly..."

Zhao Yanxi handed the phone back to Wenjing, got out of bed, and put on her down jacket.

"Let's go."

What are you doing?

"Didn't Brother Ding Heng tell us to go over there?"

"oh oh!"

Wenjing then seemed to realize it belatedly and quickly followed.

Inside the elevator, the numbers jumped down one by one.

Wenjing secretly glanced at Zhao Yanxi and saw that her eyes were vacant again, so she couldn't help but worry.

She asked with concern, "Yan hope, are you still jealous and sad?"

Zhao Yanxi snapped out of her daze: "Aren't you jealous?"

Wenjing lowered her head, her fingers fidgeting with the zipper of her down jacket: "There's only a little bit..."

"How much is 'a little bit'?"

"It's just... a little bit."

Wenjing's voice grew softer and softer, and Zhao Yanxi didn't press the matter further.

Upon seeing the message from Ding Heng, the fear and anticipation in her heart actually lessened the bitterness.

Her mind was already racing, imagining how Ding Heng would treat her tonight.

Judging from the man's brief message, he seemed genuinely angry this time...

The two took a taxi to Ding Heng's hotel, went upstairs and stood in front of the door, neither daring to ring the doorbell.

Zhao Yanxi took a deep breath: "He will definitely ask questions, let's think about what to say first."

Wenjing nodded obediently: "Let's just say we discussed it together."

Although she would jokingly "betray" Zhao Yanxi, Wenjing was still determined to share the burden when it came to crucial moments.

Zhao Yanxi smiled helplessly and imitated Ding Heng's tone.

"Who came up with the idea?"

"you……"

Who bought the plane ticket?

"I……"

Who bought the tickets?

"you……"

Who booked the hotel?

"I……"

"My little Jingjing!"

Zhao Yanxi couldn't take it anymore and gently poked Wenjing's forehead: "Why are you being so honest? Just say what you think!"

Wenjing rubbed her forehead, looking completely innocent: "What else could I say?"

"Why don't you just put all the blame on me?"

Zhao Yanxi shrugged: "Anyway, I was the mastermind, so I'm not afraid of being bitten by a lot of lice."

"That's not a good idea..."

"I'm used to being punished!"

Zhao Yanxi teased, "You've never been punished by him before. He's obviously angry today, so don't make things too difficult for you."

Wenjing muttered, "Isn't it just a matter of time...?"

The two women chatted back and forth, neither of them realizing that they had almost implicitly accepted the same fact.

It was only natural for Ding Heng to "punish" them.

"Stop arguing, just push it onto me."

"no……"

Before the two girls could reach a decision, the door suddenly opened.

Ding Heng stood at the door, wearing a loose hotel bathrobe.

The two girls stood obediently at the same time, not daring to breathe.

Ding Heng's smile remained as gentle as ever, as if nothing had happened.

"Come in and have something to eat first. The late-night snack just arrived and it's still warm."

The two followed Ding Heng into the room, where three bowls of bird's nest porridge and several plates of exquisite pastries were laid out on the dining table.

Ding Heng picked up his bowl and slowly took a sip: "Have you all asked for leave from school?"

Wenjing whispered, "I asked... something came up at home."

Zhao Yanxi added, "I'll also... accompany my classmate to the doctor."

Ding Heng nodded and took another sip of porridge: "Were you jealous today?"

Wenjing remained quiet and honest: "A little..."

Zhao Yanxi didn't say anything, but silently grabbed a steamed bun and took a big bite.

Ding Heng put down his bowl and wiped his mouth: "Long He is my childhood friend. We grew up together. Her mother and my father were colleagues, so she's like a daughter to my mother. We've always called each other brothers until her mother took her to Shanghai, where she debuted as a star. It's been almost three years since we last saw each other, so it's understandable that I'm a little excited."

Zhao Yanxi muttered sourly, "The way you sing doesn't sound like a brother..."

Ding Heng smiled, didn't respond, and steered the conversation back on track.

"Who came up with the idea?"

"I!"

"I……"

The two best friends spoke in unison, then turned and looked at each other.

Who bought the plane ticket?

"I……"

"I!"

Two different answers again.

Who bought the tickets?

"You...I..."

"I...I..."

They began to hesitate, each saying their own thing.

Who booked the hotel?

This time, the two learned their lesson and shut their mouths without saying a word.

Ding Heng couldn't help but laugh out loud: "You're quite loyal, aren't you? Next time, could you at least double-check your statements before coming back?"

Zhao Yanxi pouted, feeling wronged: "You were the one who secretly came to Shanghai to see another woman without telling me and Xiao Jingjing..."

Ding Heng reached out and gently rubbed her head, neither refuting nor explaining.

He then asked, "Where's my birthday present?"

As if waking from a dream, Wenjing quickly took out a small light gray cloth bag from her pocket and handed it over with both hands.

"This...this was knitted by my own hands..."

"Thanks."

Ding Heng took the bag, took out the red, blue and white woven bracelet, looked at it over and over, and finally put it on his wrist.

Wenjing tentatively asked in a low voice, "Will you wear it all the time?"

Ding Heng's lips curved into a smile: "As long as you stay by my side obediently, I won't take it off."

Wenjing nodded vigorously, indicating that she would never leave Ding Heng.

Ding Heng turned to Zhao Yanxi: "What about yours?"

Ding Heng turned to Zhao Yanxi: "What about yours?"

Zhao Yanxi turned her face away and said defiantly, "I wasn't prepared."

After speaking, she secretly glanced at Wenjing, looking somewhat embarrassed.

Ding Heng took out a room key from his pocket and handed it to Wenjing: "Wenjing, go and rest next door first. Yan hope and I need to talk alone for a bit."

Wenjing was taken aback, looked at Zhao Yanxi, hesitated and did not answer.

"Yan hope, she..."

"obedient!"

Ding Heng interrupted, his tone gentle yet unquestionable.

Wenjing ultimately could not disobey Ding Heng's orders.

She took the room key, got up, walked to the door, and glanced back at Zhao Yanxi, a hint of worry in her eyes…

The door closed gently.

Ding Heng reached out and patted Zhao Yanxi's cheek: "Don't be jealous, take out the gift and let's take a look."

"I'm not jealous at all..."

Zhao Yanxi gave a soft snort, stood up and stood in front of Ding Heng, slowly unzipping her down jacket.

Her down jacket slipped off, revealing a burgundy velvet maxi dress.

Then there are the shoulder straps, one, two.

The skirt gradually slipped down, its velvety texture clinging to her skin, gliding over her slender waist and rounded hips, finally settling at her feet.

The warm yellow light inside the room illuminated the soft curves of the girl's body.

On Zhao Yanxi's left chest, directly below her heart, is a character "衡" (heng) written in cursive script.

Ding Heng's smile vanished instantly. He gently touched the girl's skin with his fingertips, finding it warm.

He asked coldly, "How long ago was it tattooed?"

Zhao Yanxi answered softly, "Three days ago."

"Who did you get the tattoo from?"

Zhao Yanxi did not speak.

Ding Heng frowned, suddenly realizing something was wrong. He gently wiped the character "Heng" with his fingertip, and a vertical stroke was erased.

The man was both amused and exasperated: "Panel?"

"I'm afraid of pain..."

Zhao Yanxi looked aggrieved: "And it will affect my civil service exam."

Just as Ding Heng was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he heard Zhao Yanxi speak again.

"But if you want me to get a tattoo..."

The girl didn't finish speaking, but her meaning was already very clear.

Ding Heng didn't say anything more. He used his thumb to gently wipe away the remaining traces completely.

The girl's skin was rubbed until it turned red, and she whimpered softly in pain, but she didn't flinch at all.

Ding Heng let out a long breath...

Even now, Zhao Yanxi still harbors a certain tendency toward self-destruction, actively playing the role of a "pet".

Today's actions are undoubtedly telling him that he can leave any mark on her body at will, as long as he wants!

That being the case...

"Zhao Yanxi!"

Ding Heng withdrew his hand and suddenly let out a shout.

Zhao Yanxi shuddered, stood obediently, and waited for what was to come.

"Kneel down."

A man's tone leaves no room for refusal!