Chapter 138: The Girls' Winter Vacation Plans

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Ding Heng remained calm and said unhurriedly, "What, do I need to report to you about my love life, brother?"

Bai Ma pouted, looked Ding Heng up and down, and clicked her tongue twice: "That's right, you don't look like a good man at all."

"Hey……"

Ding Heng was amused by Bai Ma's words: "You're obligated to help us, can't you at least say something nice?"

Baima said confidently, "One thing at a time. Spicy crayfish is spicy crayfish, and character is character."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Secretary Huang's voice came from behind him.

"Spicy crayfish? What kind of spicy crayfish?"

Bai Ma immediately perked up, forced a sweet and harmless smile, and tried to change the subject.

"It's nothing... Secretary Huang, which floor are we staying on?"

Secretary Huang's gaze shifted between Bai Ma and Ding Heng, persisting, "Mr. Ding, did you and Bai Ma have crayfish for dinner?"

"No! No!"

Baima quickly waved her hand: "My brother said he'd take me to eat crayfish, but I righteously refused! See, see, I'm perfectly fine!"

After saying that, she lightly bounced around twice, looking like she was "super well-behaved".

Secretary Huang carefully examined the woman and saw that she was indeed lively and healthy, with a normal complexion, which put his mind at ease.

She turned to Ding Heng, her tone formal: "Mr. Ding, please take care of Baima. If anything happens to her, please report it to me immediately."

Ding Heng nodded: "Understood... But Secretary Huang, please don't keep calling me Mr. Ding. Just call me Xiao Ding or Ding Heng."

Secretary Huang smiled slightly: "Yes, Mr. Ding."

Ding Heng: "..."

After watching Secretary Huang and Baima go upstairs, Ding Heng turned around and entered the private elevator of the presidential suite.

The elevator went up and stopped on the 27th floor.

Pushing open the door to the presidential suite, Zhao Yanxi was sprawled on the sofa, scrolling through her phone.

Upon seeing Ding Heng enter, the girl immediately smiled and playfully hooked one leg with her toes, giving Ding Heng a flirtatious wink.

Ding Heng sat down, reached out and grasped the mischievous little black-stockinged foot; its texture was as soft and silky as ever.

He gently ran his thumb across the sole of her foot, making Zhao Yanxi giggle.

"It itches~"

Zhao Yanxi shrank back a little, but showed no intention of pulling back. Instead, she changed her position to make Ding Heng more comfortable.

While playing with it, Ding Heng asked, "Has the exam schedule been released yet? When do we leave school?"

Zhao Yanxi obediently reported, "The exam should be finished around next Tuesday, what about you?"

"I'll be three days later than you. Wait for me then, and I'll take you home."

Zhao Yanxi blinked, pulled her foot back from Ding Heng's hand, rolled over and lay on his lap, looking up at him.

"And then?"

"What do you plan to do next?"

"I want to go on a trip before the New Year! Ding Heng, want to come with me?"

"I might not be able to come here."

Zhao Yanxi's expectation instantly vanished: "Then I won't go either, I'll stay in Xingcheng with you."

Ding Heng reached out and ruffled her hair: "Aren't you going home?"

"Just go home and check in."

Zhao Yanxi pressed herself against the man: "Anyway, my mom will find me annoying after a few days."

Ding Heng flicked her forehead lightly: "You should stay home a few more days. You haven't been home all semester, so it's only right and proper that you stay home a couple more days during winter break."

Zhao Yanxi pouted but didn't refute.

Indeed, since the start of the semester, she has spent every holiday with Ding Heng.

National Day, Mid-Autumn Festival, New Year's Day... none of them were missed.

Although her father didn't say it aloud, he would occasionally mutter on the phone, "Why isn't he coming back again?"

It's really not right to stay away from home all winter break.

She then asked, "What about Xiaojingjing? What are your plans for her?"

Ding Heng sighed and said, "It depends on Wenjing's own wishes. If she wants to go back, I will accompany her. If she doesn't want to, I will arrange a place for her to spend the New Year."

Zhao Yanxi let out an "Oh," and her little hands began to wander, gently stroking Ding Heng's abdominal muscles.

Ding Heng looked down at her, and she looked up at him; they exchanged a knowing smile.

The next second, Ding Heng picked up Zhao Yanxi and carried her to the bathroom.

"Change into that cheongsam later."

"Didn't you tear that one to shreds already?"

"Then a white stockings nurse outfit."

"Hmph, you've already worn out all the white stockings."

"You! Remember to buy more next time!"

"Oh……"

…………

Several days passed in the blink of an eye, and exam week arrived as scheduled.

Although Ding Heng didn't attend many classes throughout the semester, he was fortunate to have a cheat code for him.

With the True Sight Eye activated, I finished writing in a flash.

The house has been arranged.

The apartment by the Xiangjiang River is over 400 square meters, with a small garden and Chinese-style decoration. The whole family is very satisfied with it.

Secretary Huang is extremely efficient; she found a housekeeper well in advance and is ready to move in at any time.

The day of leaving school is getting closer.

That noon, Ding Heng met Wen Jing in the cafeteria as usual.

Ding Heng asked, "What are your plans for winter break?"

Wenjing mumbled, "We'll see..."

In the past few days, Ding Heng has asked her about her winter vacation plans more than once, but she has been hesitant, evasive, and avoids the topic.

Ding Heng put down his chopsticks: "If you can't make up your mind, I'll give you an idea, as a favor."

Wenjing looked up and blinked: "What?"

"How about you go and spend the Lunar New Year with my grandparents?"

Ding Heng could tell that this girl didn't really want to go back to Zhuzhou.

That home was no longer a place where she could feel at ease.

But she was too embarrassed to pester him.

After all, she's only a freshman in college, and going home with her boyfriend for the Lunar New Year seems too casual.

Wenjing didn't know whether she should agree or not; her face was full of hesitation.

Ding Heng explained, "In previous years, my dad and I would spend the New Year with my grandparents, but this year my dad might not be able to. Please help me out by keeping them company and preventing them from feeling lonely."

"it is good."

Wenjing nodded gently.

Ding Heng reached out and ruffled her hair: "Take some time to get your driver's license. If you really want to go back someday, I'll go with you then."

"Okay, I'll do whatever you say."

"You said you..."

Ding Heng gently pinched the girl's cute little face: "Don't worry too much, just tell me what's on your mind!"

Wenjing's face was distorted by Ding Heng's kneading, and she mumbled indistinctly, "Um... I know..."

As obedient as ever.

Ding Heng released his grip and sighed.

When will this girl learn to stop keeping all her thoughts bottled up inside?

…………

Exams are over, winter break is here.

A girl from Zhongnan is sleeping.

The roommates have all left one after another, only Zhao Yanxi waited until Ding Heng finished his exams today.

Ding Heng's car was already downstairs. Zhao Yanxi stood with her hands on her hips, looking at the luggage scattered all over the floor with a worried expression.

In just one semester, Ding Heng bought her far too many things...

The Kang Kang bag lay quietly in the box, its orange packaging still unopened.

I only wore those limited edition sneakers once.

There are also various clothes, jewelry, skincare products...

She packed the items into two boxes.

"This isn't convenient to bring home...and this isn't convenient either..."

The inconvenient boxes piled up higher and higher, while the convenient boxes contained only a few changes of clothes.

In the end, Zhao Yanxi simply gave up and packed most of her things into an "inconvenient" box, intending to store them at the hotel.

It's not that I can't bring it home, it's that I don't dare.

That Kang Kang bag, which costs over 50,000 yuan in stores, has been resold for almost double that amount on the secondhand market.

If she took this back, she really wouldn't know how to explain it to her father.

Tell the truth? Wouldn't that just cause trouble for Ding Heng?

Zhao Yanxi suddenly remembered one of her father's former superiors, whose family had piles of cash and gold back then, but he still had to wear a pair of worn-out cloth shoes when he went back to his hometown for the New Year.

I had no choice in the matter, I had no choice at all...

Just as I was reflecting on this, there was a knock on the door.

"Yan hope?"

It was a gentle voice.

Zhao Yanxi opened the door, and Wenjing poked half her head in: "Are you all packed up? Ding Heng asked me to come and help."

Zhao Yanxi stepped aside to let her in, pointing to two large boxes: "Here, that's all."

Wenjing looked at the two boxes and her lips twitched.

Good grief, is this going home or moving?

The two of them worked together to carry the box downstairs and put it into Ding Heng's trunk.

The car first drove to the Chujiang Hotel, where Ding Heng carried the "inconvenient" suitcase to the 27th floor for storage, and then drove the two girls to the suburbs.

In the car, Ding Heng glanced at Zhao Yanxi in the back seat through the rearview mirror: "You know what to say when we get there, right?"

Zhao Yanxi rolled her eyes and drawled, "I know... Xiao Jingjing is your girlfriend, I'm just a classmate!"

Ding Heng smiled and said, "Don't feel wronged. I'll take you back to Zhuzhou after we finish eating."

Zhao Yanxi gave a soft snort and didn't reply.

The car stopped on an old street in the suburbs, and Ding Heng led the two girls into the familiar little supermarket.

"grandmother!"

The old lady looked up at the sound, a smile spreading across her face: "Hengya's here! Come in, come in! It's cold outside!"

Bearing the identity of "girlfriend," Wenjing was inevitably nervous: "Hello, Grandma."

Zhao Yanxi, a "regular classmate," greeted everyone with a bright smile, "Hello, Grandma! We meet again!"

The old lady agreed, her gaze shifting between the two girls before turning to her grandson.

Ding Heng pretended not to see and walked inside on his own, asking, "Where's Grandpa?"

"They're packing things up in the back."

The old lady leaned closer and whispered, "Heng Yazi, which of these two is your girlfriend?"

"Short."

"Then why did you come together?"

"Let's grab a quick meal on the way."

"Oh……"

The old lady gave him a suspicious look but didn't ask any more questions.

A moment later, Grandpa came out from the inner room and was also taken aback when he saw the two girls.

The elderly couple then exchanged a glance, their expressions subtle, but they didn't say anything more.

Before long, Wenjing, who couldn't stay still, took the initiative to go into the kitchen and get busy.

She put on her apron, washed and chopped vegetables, her movements practiced and efficient.

The old lady clicked her tongue in admiration: "Girl, it's rare to see such a diligent girl like you these days."

Wenjing blushed at the praise: "It's alright... I'm used to doing it at home."

The old lady liked the girl more and more. She was fair-skinned, spoke softly, and worked efficiently.

And that figure, she looks like she's good at bearing children!

He's just a little short, it's no big deal!

She glanced at Ding Heng, who was chatting with his grandfather in the living room, and then at Wen Jing, who was busy in the kitchen, feeling a sense of satisfaction.

Where did that brat pick up his granddaughter-in-law? She's got a good match!

At the dinner table, Ding Heng brought up Wen Jing's winter vacation.

"Grandma, Wenjing has some family matters to attend to this year and it's inconvenient for her to go back. I was thinking of having her come and spend the New Year with you, so you'll have some company."

Upon hearing this, the old lady immediately agreed: "Sure, sure! It's perfect timing, it'll be so lonely for your grandfather and me during the New Year, having a girl to keep us company will be much more fun!"

Wenjing was a little embarrassed: "Grandma, I... I'm afraid I'll cause you trouble..."

"Why bother!"

The old lady waved her hand: "We're more than happy to have someone to keep us company!"

Wenjing blushed from the praise and lowered her head to eat without saying a word.

After finishing their meal, Ding Heng helped clear the dishes and chopsticks, then said goodbye to Zhao Yanxi.

Wenjing saw him to the door, then reluctantly tugged at Ding Heng's sleeve.

Ding Heng patted her head: "You chat with your grandparents for a while, I'll be right back after I drop Yan Xi off."

Wenjing nodded obediently: "Mmm."

The car drove onto the highway and headed towards Zhuzhou.

Zhao Yanxi leaned back in the passenger seat and suddenly spoke up: "Brother Ding Heng, since this is your first time visiting my house, would you like to buy some cigarettes and alcohol to bring over?"

Ding Heng glanced at her: "No need."

"I'll pay for it."

"It's not about money..."

Ding Heng chuckled: "We're both only freshmen. According to your dad, I'm still a poor student. Is it appropriate for me to bring a bottle of Zhonghua Moutai to your door?"

Zhao Yanxi blinked, thinking that it made some sense.

Ding Heng continued, "Even assuming the worst, is it convenient for your father to accept it now?"

Zhao Yanxi was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized.

That's right.

My dad is going through a critical period right now, and a bunch of people are keeping a close eye on him.

If someone saw someone carrying Moutai and Huazi (a type of Chinese liquor) running to his house, what would people say?

She sighed, "Ding Heng, you really understand things."

Ding Heng smiled and said, "Stop flattering me. We'll stop by the roadside later and buy a few pounds of fruit. That should be enough."

The car stopped in front of a fruit shop.

Zhao Yanxi picked up a few pounds of apples and a box of milk, and set off again.

More than an hour later, the car drove into Zhao Yanxi's residential area.

After parking the car, the two went upstairs and knocked on the door.

The person who opened the door was Zhao Yanxi's mother, Zhou Rongmei.

"mom!"

Zhao Yanxi rushed over and hugged her mother affectionately: "I missed you so much!"

Zhou Rongmei was knocked back half a step by her daughter, her face beaming with undisguised joy: "Alright, alright, you're such a grown-up, why are you still acting like a child? If you really missed your mother, you wouldn't have been away from home for an entire semester."

Zhao Yanxi gave an awkward laugh: "I'm just busy with my studies..."

Zhou Rongmei ignored her daughter and turned to Ding Heng, nodding politely, "Little Ding is here? Come in quickly."

Ding Heng entered carrying his things and politely greeted, "Hello, Auntie."

The living room was bustling with activity.

Sitting on the sofa were Zhao Yanxi's uncle, Zhou Rongsen, and two elderly people, Zhao Yanxi's maternal grandparents.

Zhao Xingguo was also there, playing chess with his father-in-law.

Zhao Yanxi's eyes lit up: "Uncle! Grandpa and Grandma!"

She rushed over and hugged her grandmother, instantly enlivening the atmosphere of the entire family with her return.

Zhou Rongsen chuckled and said, "Wow, Yan hope has become even more beautiful since going to university!"

Grandma held her hand and looked her up and down several times: "You've lost weight, haven't you been eating well at school?"

"No way, the school cafeteria is great!"

Zhao Yanxi is thin because she practices yoga whenever she has free time; she doesn't want Ding Heng to think she's fat.

Zhou Rongmei stepped forward and greeted, "Xiao Ding, sit down, don't stand."

Ding Heng sat down on the sofa, with the fruit basket and milk placed next to the coffee table.

Zhao Xingguo put down the chess piece, smiled, and asked, "Does Xiao Ding know how to play chess?"

Ding Heng replied politely, "I've learned a little."

"Then come over, I have something to take care of."

"Okay! I'll play a couple of rounds with Grandpa."

Ding Heng started playing chess with Zhao Yanxi's maternal grandfather. They played three games in total. In each game, Ding Heng was one move behind in the end. With a few witty compliments, he made the old man laugh.

Zhou Rongsen asked with a smile, "Xiao Ding, are you from Hubei University?"

Ding Heng nodded: "Yes, School of Journalism and Communication, freshman."

"Studied journalism? Are you planning to work in independent media or become a journalist?"

"I haven't thought that far ahead yet. I'll focus on my studies first."

"Let's add each other on WeChat. If I need anything in the future, my uncle can help me out."

"Okay, I'll definitely come and trouble you, Uncle, when I have the chance!"

Ding Heng always handled Zhao Yanxi's family with propriety and composure.

Grandma whispered to Zhou Rongmei, "This young man seems quite mature."

Zhou Rongmei didn't respond, her gaze lingering on Ding Heng for a few moments, recalling how she almost caused a misunderstanding when she first met him.

Seeing that it was almost time, Zhou Rongmei got up and went to the kitchen to prepare dinner, calling out, "Old Zhao, open that wine, let Xiao Ding have a drink with you."

Ding Heng quickly replied, "No, no, I have to drive later!"

"It's okay, you can stay and sleep here for the night."

Zhou Rongmei was all smiles, but Zhao Yanxi rolled her eyes after hearing it.

She knew her mother too well; this wasn't about keeping a guest, it was clearly a test to see if Ding Heng had ever had a relationship with her.

If Ding Heng stays, then it will basically confirm the deal.

Ding Heng smiled slightly: "Thank you, Auntie, but I still have some things to take care of..."

Zhou Rongmei's smile remained unchanged: "So urgent, can't you even stay one night?"

Ding Heng replied sincerely, "Next time, Auntie. Today was mainly to bring Yan hope back. Our relationship is still developing, and I'm already honored that she was willing to bring me to meet you."

Seeing Ding Heng's obedient demeanor, seemingly controlled by her daughter, Zhou Rongmei nodded with satisfaction and didn't press the matter further.

Zhao Yanxi secretly pouted from the side.

Keep pretending.

He really thinks he's an innocent young man, as if he's never even held her hand.

I don't know who was tormenting her in bed like a bull.

Ding Heng got up to say goodbye, and Zhao Yanxi saw him downstairs.

In the elevator, she whispered, "Brother Ding Heng, are you really not staying overnight? My room has a really big bed!"

Ding Heng chuckled lightly: "I'll give you a couple of days off, I'll deal with you after the New Year..."

Zhao Yanxi chuckled, escorted Ding Heng to the entrance of the residential area, gave him a final, gentle kiss, and turned to leave.

Ding Heng opened the car door to get in when he suddenly heard a familiar voice from the side.

"Brother-in-law?!"

Wen Shuzheng stood not far away, looking surprised.