Chapter 137: The Improved Sibling Relationship

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Ding Heng and Bai Ma returned to the car.

After being tricked by Ding Heng once, Bai Ma became much more obedient and transformed back into a well-behaved child.

Ding Heng glanced at her and casually asked, "Bai Ma, how much pocket money did they deduct from you last time?"

Bai Ma's face instantly fell, and she replied in a muffled voice, "Fifty thousand a month, directly reduced to five thousand a month, a tenfold reduction!"

Ding Heng's hand on the steering wheel trembled slightly, thinking he had misheard: "How much?"

"Fifty thousand becomes five thousand."

Baima repeated it confidently.

Ding Heng could hardly believe his ears.

A high school student with 50,000 yuan in pocket money per month?

Looking back on my high school years, what kind of hardship did I endure?

But he was still puzzled: "You're a high school student, isn't five thousand a month enough to live on?"

"That's definitely not enough!"

Baima started counting on her fingers: "Not counting food, drinks, and shopping, I spend over 30,000 yuan a month just on gaming!"

Ding Heng gasped.

What games can cost over 30,000 yuan a month?

"Bai Ma, do you really like playing games?"

"I started playing when I was six years old."

"Weren't you still in Tibet at that time?"

"Hey!"

Upon hearing this, Baima immediately became agitated, her small frame ramrod straight in her seat: "Tibet is just a plateau, with slightly higher altitudes, it's not some godforsaken place! Can you please stop being so stereotypical!"

Ding Heng, feeling guilty after being rebuked, gave an awkward laugh: "Sorry, sorry... So what games do you play?"

"snort!"

Baima snorted smugly, took out her phone from her pocket, opened the little black box, and handed it over.

"I play all kinds of games, popular ones like LOL, WOW, GO... basically any game you can name, I play them all."

Ding Heng took the phone and glanced at it.

Good guy.

LOL - King of Kings.

Tiles – Empowerment.

CSGO - Demon King S+

……

All of my game accounts are at the top rank.

Ding Heng handed back his phone, but couldn't help glancing at Baima a few more times.

What a prodigy e-sports girl!

wrong……

He suddenly realized something: "Where do you get so much time to play games?"

With his current perception and reaction speed, plus the system's support, reaching these ranks wouldn't be difficult, but it would definitely take a long time.

This girl is in her final year of high school, where would she find the time?

Baima arrogantly raised his chin: "Does a game necessarily have to be played by oneself?"

Ding Heng: "..."

Baima continued smugly, "My mother delegates many things to her subordinates and rarely does anything herself. That's called resource integration, you know?"

Just as Baima was boasting, Ding Heng suddenly blurted out a remark.

"Bai Ma, do you have no friends at school?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the smile on Baima's face froze instantly.

Ding Heng added insult to injury: "Or rather, even if you have friends, are they the kind who are after your money?"

"You're talking nonsense! You're the one who has no friends!"

Bai Ma suddenly raised her voice, her face flushed red: "I have lots of friends! I have tons of best friends! We always go shopping and play together! What makes you think I don't have any friends?!"

The louder her voice got, the less confident she seemed.

Ding Heng didn't say anything more, he just drove quietly.

After calling out a few times, Baima realized that Ding Heng wasn't responding at all, and gradually quieted down.

She turned her face away and looked out the window, her cheeks puffed out, giving off a "I don't want to talk to you" vibe.

Ding Heng observed her reaction and roughly understood what was going on.

This girl lost her father at a young age, and her mother went out to work, leaving her as a left-behind child for a long time.

Back then, I probably wasn't very popular, so I could only find a sense of existence in the online world.

Later, Qu Zhen became wealthy and brought her to Chengdu, providing her with ample material comforts.

But she can't escape the online world, which is why she spends a lot of money on games, enjoying the feeling of being admired and surrounded by people.

The car became completely quiet, with only the occasional sound of the navigation system.

A dozen minutes later, Ding Heng parked his car in front of a small late-night snack shop.

"Get off the bus."

Ding Heng unbuckled his seatbelt.

Baima froze, looking out the window in confusion: "Weren't you taking me to your school? Where is this?"

Ding Heng joked, "You really want to visit my school?"

The so-called visit to Hubei University was just an excuse for this girl to get rid of Secretary Huang.

Baima pursed her lips, offering no rebuttal.

Ding Heng got out of the car and said, "Didn't I say I'd take you to try some local specialties of Changsha? This crayfish place has been open for over twenty years, and the taste is authentic!"

Bai Ma's eyes lit up, but she then instinctively covered her stomach, a look of hesitation on her face.

Seeing her expression, Ding Heng deliberately provoked her: "What, you're afraid to eat?"

"What's there to be afraid of!"

Baima immediately pushed open the car door and swaggered into the store.

Ding Heng followed behind, silently exchanging for a bottle of [Holy Spirit Liquid] in the system, which could eliminate negative physical conditions, estimating that it should be able to suppress Bai Ma's stomach problems.

The store's interior is very down-to-earth, with plastic tables and chairs and faded menus on the walls.

The proprietress, a woman in her fifties, spoke with a thick Changsha accent: "How many of you? Please have a seat inside!"

The two found a table by the window and sat down. The owner handed them a menu.

Baima held the menu, her eyes shining, but she still tried to appear reserved: "How much should we order?"

Ding Heng waved his hand dismissively: "Order as much as you want."

"real?"

"real."

Bai Ma immediately became blunt.

"This! This! And this!"

She pointed at the menu: "One serving of spicy crayfish! One serving of garlic crayfish! One serving of braised crayfish! And stinky tofu, grilled squid, smashed cucumber..."

The boss grinned from ear to ear: "Yes, yes, I'll take it!"

While waiting for the food, Baima would glance at the kitchen every now and then, clenching her fists as if she were eager to try it out.

Ding Heng poured her some tea: "You usually don't get to eat this in Chengdu?"

"I can't get any."

Bai Ma pouted: "Secretary Huang is very strict. She even writes down in her little notebook when I eat a bag of spicy strips."

"How many times have you sneaked a bite?"

"I've tried it occasionally."

Bai Ma sighed, "Secretary Huang always catches me, and then my allowance gets cut again and again..."

Ding Heng sighed and chuckled. This girl really can't control her mouth at all?

Soon, the dishes were served.

The bright red crayfish were piled up like a small mountain, and the aroma wafted straight into Baima's nose, making her swallow hard.

She quickly put on gloves, grabbed the largest spicy crayfish, and started showing it off wildly.

"Mmm...delicious!"

She mumbled incoherently as she ate, her little mouth stuffed full.

Ding Heng slowly peeled the shrimp, occasionally taking a bite or two, but mostly observing Bai Ma's condition to prevent any accidents from happening to her.

Halfway through the meal, Baima's pace noticeably slowed down.

She would occasionally clutch her stomach, but her hands never stopped moving.

Ding Heng couldn't help but laugh at her "painful yet joyful" expression.

"Pema".

"Um?"

Baima raised her head, garlic paste on the corner of her mouth.

I know you don't like me.

Ding Heng said sincerely, "But we'll inevitably run into each other in the future. At least in front of our parents, can we pretend to be a loving brother and sister?"

"That's possible..."

Baima said earnestly, "But you can no longer be a snitch! You can't record conversations! You can't tattle! You can't..."

"Okay, okay, okay!"

Ding Heng interrupted her: "Don't worry, as long as we keep to ourselves, I won't tell on you, and I'll often bring you to eat what you want."

Baima's eyes widened: "Really?"

As soon as she finished speaking, her expression suddenly changed, and she instinctively clutched her stomach with her arm, sweat beading on her forehead.

Ding Heng immediately picked up the water glass next to him, added a drop of the [Holy Spirit Liquid] he had prepared beforehand, and handed it to Bai Ma.

"Drink some water and calm down."

Baima took the water cup and gulped down several large mouthfuls.

She put down her cup, looked at the half-eaten crayfish on the table with a look of annoyance, and said in a tragic tone.

"I think I can't eat anymore..."

She froze as soon as she finished speaking.

The abdominal cramps gradually disappeared, and in less than a minute, the pain was completely gone.

Baima blinked, touched her belly, and blinked again.

Ding Heng asked with a smile, "Not eating anymore?"

Baima hesitated for two seconds, then put her gloves back on.

"It seems... I can still eat a little more."

She grabbed another crayfish and showed it off enthusiastically.

Half an hour later.

Pema leaned back in her chair, patted her belly contentedly, and let out a long, satisfied burp.

"belch……"

She squinted, her face displaying a pure and unguarded smile.

"Thank you, brother."

Ding Heng couldn't help but chuckle.

From the moment I got off the plane until now, this one "brother" was the only one I called out with the most sincerity.

So, a meal of crayfish is all it takes to bribe someone?

After leaving the late-night snack shop, the two returned to their car.

Baima lay back in her chair, looking relaxed, still savoring the delicious food she had just eaten.

Crayfish is truly a miracle cure; it leaves your stomach feeling warm and comfortable after eating it!

I'll come again next time!

"Bai Ma, which hotel are you and Secretary Huang staying at?"

"Chujiang Hotel".

"Are you staying at the Chujiang Hotel?"

Is it really that coincidental?

"What's wrong?"

"It's nothing."

Ding Heng stepped on the gas, and the car drove all the way to the entrance of Chujiang Hotel.

The two got out of the car, and Ding Heng was about to take Bai Ma inside when a figure suddenly jumped out of the hotel lobby.

"Brother Ding Heng!"

Zhao Yanxi ran over happily and buried her head in Ding Heng's arms.

She was dressed casually today, wearing a loose, off-white sweater and a dark gray skirt. Her long, light blue hair was loosely tied in a ponytail, making her look soft and cuddly.

Zhao Yanxi looked up and asked, "Why are you at the hotel? Didn't you have something to do today?"

Just as Ding Heng was about to speak, Bai Ma poked half her head out from behind the car.

Zhao Yanxi's gaze fell on the petite girl, and her eyes instantly became wary.

Why is there another woman around Ding Heng?

She's a little girl!?

Ding Heng sensed the awkward atmosphere and quickly introduced, "This is my father's girlfriend's daughter, Pema Yangjin."

Zhao Yanxi paused for a second, then a bright smile bloomed on her face.

"Oh, it's your younger sister!"

She greeted him warmly: "Hello, hello, my name is Zhao Yanxi, and I'm Ding Heng's...girlfriend."

Baima blinked and smiled sweetly, "Hello, sister-in-law!"

The greeting "Sister-in-law" made Zhao Yanxi's heart flutter with joy, and her face flushed slightly.

"Little sister is so cute! Pema Yangjin, are you Tibetan? How old are you? How many days are you staying in Changsha? Would you like your sister-in-law to show you around?"

Seeing Zhao Yanxi's enthusiasm, Ding Heng was afraid that the two women would get carried away and not finish their conversation anytime soon, so he had to interrupt first: "Yanxi, you go up first, I'll go with Baima to register."

Zhao Yanxi nodded, then waved to Baima, "Goodbye, little sister! Come visit your sister-in-law sometime!"

"Okay, sister-in-law!"

Bai Ma smiled sweetly as she watched Zhao Yanxi skip and hop into the elevator.

As soon as the elevator doors closed, the smile on her face instantly turned sour.

"Why does your sister-in-law look different on the two occasions we met?"