Chapter 140: Hua Qing's Mini-Lesson

Ding Heng drove back to his maternal grandparents' house, where the elderly couple were watching TV in the living room.

"Hengya is back?"

Grandma looked up: "Jingjing was just talking about you."

Where is she?

"In the backyard, a young lady saw that my back was bad and insisted on helping your grandfather move goods."

Ding Heng walked through the inner room and pushed open the back door.

In the small courtyard, Wenjing struggled to carry a case of drinks toward the storeroom, beads of sweat glistening on her forehead.

Ding Heng stepped forward, took the drink from her hand, and then called out to the old man in the warehouse.

"Grandpa, you and Wenjing should rest for a while, I'll do it."

"Okay..."

Grandpa clapped his hands and came out, handing Ding Heng a pair of gloves: "I'm going to rest now."

Wenjing looked up, slightly out of breath from the exercise: "You're back?"

"Um."

Ding Heng carried the drinks into the storeroom, then turned back and said, "Go and rest for a while, get ready to go back to the hotel."

Wenjing nodded obediently, and after helping Ding Heng finish processing the goods, she packed her things and prepared to leave.

"Grandma, we're leaving now!"

"Hey, drive carefully!"

The two got into the car, which drove out of the old street and headed towards the city center.

Ding Heng looked straight ahead: "On my way back, I ran into Wen Shu."

"Wen Shu?"

"Yes, at the entrance of Yan hope's residential complex."

"She...didn't notice anything, did she?"

Given the improper relationship between the three, Wenjing inevitably felt guilty.

Don't worry, it shouldn't be.

Ding Heng said calmly, "Afterwards, I treated her to a meal at Haidilao and we chatted for a bit."

Wenjing gave a soft "Oh," her fingers gripping the seatbelt, and didn't ask any more questions.

Ding Heng glanced at her: "Aren't you going to ask me what your sister and I were talking about?"

Wenjing shook her head: "If you want to say it, you will."

Ding Heng smiled and reached out to ruffle her hair.

As the car rounded a bend, he changed the subject: "I've already contacted a driving school for you, so try to get your driver's license during the winter break."

Wenjing obediently agreed, "Okay."

"I'll buy you a car when the time is right."

"Buy a car?"

Wenjing didn't refuse, but suggested in a low voice, "Why don't you buy it for Yanxi first? She already has a driver's license."

Ding Heng sighed and chuckled, "We'll see. It's inconvenient for her to drive around the university."

Although Wenjing was speaking from the heart, sometimes it did sound rather "cheeky".

The line between "green tea" and "pure and innocent" is often very thin.

The car stopped in front of the Chujiang Hotel.

The two went upstairs back to the presidential suite.

Wenjing went to take a shower first, while Ding Heng scrolled through his phone on the living room sofa for a while.

The bathroom door opened, and Wenjing walked out, her hair still wet, wearing Ding Heng's oversized white T-shirt.

The sleeves were long enough to cover her elbows, and the hem of her dress reached mid-thigh, revealing two fair legs.

She walked barefoot on the carpet to Ding Heng and said, "I'm done washing."

Ding Heng raised his head and his gaze lingered on her for a moment.

The girl, who had just taken a shower, had fair skin with a rosy glow, her wet hair draped over her shoulders, with a few stray strands clinging to her cheeks.

The T-shirt hung loosely on her body, the neckline a bit too low, revealing half of her delicate collarbone.

Despite her innocent and adorable appearance, she exudes an aura of ambiguous desire...

"Let's go to the media room and find a movie to watch."

Ding Heng took Wen Jing's hand and led her to a relatively enclosed and dimly lit audio-visual room.

He chose an old movie, "Flipped".

Wenjing nestled in the corner of the sofa, and Ding Heng leaned over and pulled her into his arms.

The girl's body was soft and fragrant with shower gel, and she pressed warmly against his chest.

Ding Heng had one arm around her waist and the other casually resting on her leg.

The hem of the T-shirt rode up, revealing more of her thigh skin, which was dazzlingly white.

Ding Heng gently ran his fingers across her smooth skin, slowly moving upwards from above her knees and then downwards.

Wenjing's body tensed slightly, then slowly relaxed.

The movie is playing, and the male and female leads are arguing.

Ding Heng's hand didn't stop, moving upwards along the outside of his thigh, his fingertips slipping under the hem of his T-shirt, touching a small patch of soft skin on his waist.

Her quiet breathing became a beat off.

His palm rested on her waist, slowly... .

The girl's waist wasn't as slender as Zhao Yanxi's, nor as exaggerated as Hua Qing's, but it was plump and fun to pinch. Her warm skin was smooth and tender, and the feel of it was unbelievably good.

"Ding Heng..."

She called out softly, her voice slightly ethereal.

"Um?"

"Aren't you...aren't you going to see a movie?"

"I'm watching."

His hand didn't stop, slowly sliding from her waist to her lower abdomen, his palm touching her navel and gently rubbing it.

Wenjing bit her lower lip and remained silent.

The male protagonist in the movie starts playing the piano.

Ding Heng's hand continued upwards, his fingertips brushing against his ribs and touching a soft edge.

Wenjing trembled and instinctively tried to dodge, but she couldn't.

His hand remained there, covering the area with a light touch.

"Ding Heng..."

Her voice began to tremble.

Ding Heng lowered his head and whispered in her ear, "What's wrong?"

The warm breath brushed against her earlobe, and Wenjing blushed all over.

Her cheeks turned red all the way to her ears, and from her ears to her neck.

She didn't say anything, but simply buried her face in his chest.

Ding Heng smiled, finally pulling his hand out of his T-shirt and putting it back on her shoulder.

The movie continued playing.

Neither of them spoke again.

More than an hour later, the end credits began to roll.

Ding Heng yawned, released his arms from her, and stood up: "Sleep well, goodnight."

Wenjing nestled on the sofa, her face still flushed and her eyes watery.

She watched Ding Heng walk towards the door, and her lips moved slightly: "Ding Heng."

Ding Heng turned around: "Hmm?"

Wenjing opened her mouth, but in the end only murmured softly.

"Good night."

"Good night."

The door closed gently.

Wenjing buried her face in her knees, looking somewhat annoyed, as if blaming herself for her incompetence...

The next morning, the sun was shining brightly.

Ding Heng drove Wenjing to a driving school in the east of the city.

The venue was quite large, with several cars practicing reversing into parking spaces, and the instructors standing in twos and threes smoking and chatting.

Ding Heng led Wenjing to the registration office and completed the procedures quickly.

A moment later, a female coach in her forties came up to her: "Xiao Ding, you're here again?"

"Aunt Zhang! This is my girlfriend. Please take good care of her and try to get her married during the winter break."

Ding Heng planned to arrange for Wenjing to practice for the second subject first. As for the first subject, Ding Heng was not worried at all about Wenjing's test-taking mind.

"Okay."

"Alright, thank you, Aunt Zhang..."

After communicating with the coach, Ding Heng turned back to give Wen Jing some more instructions.

"Just listen to what the coach says, don't be too afraid, and call me if anything happens."

"Um."

"Be a little more polite. Call me 'Master' when you should, and don't just stay silent."

"Uh-huh."

"Say what's on your mind, don't keep it bottled up inside."

"Know."

Seeing her "whatever you say is right" attitude, Ding Heng habitually reached out and pinched her cheeks.

Wenjing stood quietly and obediently, mumbling something in her mouth.

"Alright."

Ding Heng released her hand and patted her shoulder: "Go ahead."

Wenjing followed the coach into the field. After a few steps, she turned back and waved to him.

Ding Heng waved, turned around and got back into the car, then stepped on the gas and drove towards Hua Qing's house.

The elevator went up to the twelfth floor, and Ding Heng arrived at Hua Qing's door.

He didn't enter a password, but raised his hand and rang the doorbell.

Ding Dong!Ding Dong!

Footsteps came from inside the house, and the door opened a crack, revealing the face of a young girl—Qianqian, Hua Qing's student.

"Brother Ding Heng?"

Qianqian's eyes lit up, and she turned around to call into the house, "Teacher Hua, your boyfriend is here!"

A rustling sound came from inside the house.

Hua Qing strode out of the dance studio, wearing a tight-fitting black leotard, her hair piled high, revealing her slender neck.

The moment she saw Ding Heng, a hint of panic was visibly revealed on her face.

Hua Qing stepped forward nervously and asked, "Why are you here?"

Ding Heng smiled and said, "Can't I come to see my girlfriend?"

Hua Qing blushed slightly and quickly opened the door: "Come in."

Ding Heng walked into the living room and glanced at the dance studio from afar. There were two girls there, both of whom were art students he had seen in Wuling before.

The three of them turned to look at each other, their eyes gleaming with gossip.

Hua Qing coughed lightly: "You guys practice on your own for a while, I'll be right there!"

The girls exchanged glances and quickly turned back to the dance studio.

Hua Qing pulled Ding Heng to the bedroom and closed the door, glaring at him irritably: "Why didn't you tell me you were coming? All the students are here today."

Ding Heng sat down on the bed, looking relaxed: "Why are they coming to Xingcheng for classes?"

"They're on holiday."

Hua Qing sat down next to him: "The art exams are coming up right after the winter break. The parents want their children to practice more, so they entrusted them to me and booked a hotel nearby."

"Does that mean they'll stay until the end of the year?"

"Um."

Hua Qing nodded, but suddenly felt a little uneasy.

Ding Heng then asked, "So, will you stay in Changsha until the end of the year, senior?"

"Um……"

Hua Qing lowered her voice, then pleaded softly, "They have exams coming up after the New Year, it's a crucial time. Could you please not let our situation affect them?"

Seeing Hua Qing's cautious demeanor, Ding Heng couldn't help but laugh out loud.

He reached out and pulled Hua Qing into his arms: "What are you saying, senior? Aren't we just dating normally? What kind of impact could it have?"

Hua Qing leaned against his chest, her heart beating a little fast.

Normal interaction?

After returning from Shanghai, Ding Heng never fulfilled his promise to "deal with her."

She didn't know if she was afraid or waiting.

"You go ahead and get busy."

Ding Heng released her and stood up: "I'll go downstairs and wait for you. We'll have dinner together after we're done."

Hua Qing nodded blankly.

Ding Heng walked to the door, then turned back to look at her again: "By the way, it would be best if you brought your students along."

The door closed.

It took Hua Qing several seconds to come to her senses. She took a deep breath and walked towards the dance studio, her face regaining its seriousness!

"You have to get your movements right today, or you're not allowed to have lunch!"

At 11:30 a.m., several girls came out of the building chattering.

Qianqian walked in front, followed by Xiaozhu and another girl named Peng Qi.

All three had changed back into casual clothes; they were all in the prime of their youth.

Hua Qing followed at the back, dressed in a simple and casual down jacket and wide-leg pants.

Ding Heng got out of the car and waved to them, "Let's eat together, it's on me. How about some barbecue?"

The girls' eyes lit up, and they all looked at Hua Qing.

Hua Qing instinctively wanted to refuse, but under Ding Heng's gaze, she nodded, a rare occurrence: "Hmm... I can indulge myself for a while."

"yeah!"

Qianqian was the first to cheer, pulling Xiaozhu and Pengqi towards the car.

Several people squeezed into the back seat, Hua Qing sat in the passenger seat, Ding Heng started the car, and drove towards a nearby barbecue restaurant.

The shop was well-heated, and the charcoal fire made everyone feel cozy and warm.

Several girls sat in a circle, with Ding Heng and Hua Qing sitting next to each other.

The slices of meat sizzled on the grill, releasing a fragrant aroma.

Ding Heng picked up a slice of grilled beef and naturally placed it into Hua Qing's bowl.

Qianqian immediately exclaimed, "Wow, Ding Heng is so considerate!"

Xiao Zhu chimed in, "Teacher Hua is so lucky!"

Hua Qing blushed slightly, lowered her head to eat the slice of steak, and didn't say anything.

Ding Heng picked up another piece of pork belly with his chopsticks and put it in her bowl, smiling: "Eat more, the next period of time may be tough."

Hua Qing ate the meat, and her heart skipped a beat.

It's very hard?

What was Ding Heng planning to do to her...?

Peng Qi blinked, her gossip-loving heart burning brightly: "Teacher Hua, how did you and your boyfriend meet?"

Hua Qing paused with her chopsticks.

Ding Heng chimed in, "She came to our school to perform, and when I went to see her, I fell for her."

"It's that simple?"

"It's that simple."

"How long have you been together?"

"It's been a while."

The girls exchanged glances, then looked at Hua Qing.

Hua Qing lowered her head, focusing on eating the meat in her bowl, but her ears were secretly turning red.

Qianqian pressed on, "How old are you, Brother Ding Heng?"

Ding Heng smiled and said, "I'm a little younger than your Teacher Hua."

"How much smaller?"

"secret."

"Tch~"

The girls laughed and didn't ask any further questions, finding it hard to believe that Ding Heng was only a year older than them.

Qianqian leaned close to Hua Qing's ear and whispered, "Teacher Hua, I didn't get a good look at him last time, but I suddenly realized your boyfriend is really handsome!"

Hua Qing glared at her: "Eat your meat."

Qianqian chuckled and shrank back to continue eating.

Next up was a special "dog-abusing" moment between Ding Heng and Hua Qing, with his various thoughtful and gentle actions making Hua Qing unknowingly fall in love with him.

She couldn't detect any acting in Ding Heng's performance; it was as if everything he did came from the heart.

He ladled hot soup into a small bowl for her, tested the temperature with his lips before serving it to her, and cut the chicken leg into small pieces with chopsticks.

Ding Heng barely ate anything from beginning to end, and whenever Hua Qing looked up, she could see his doting smile.

Seeing the overflowing meat in her bowl, Hua Qing muttered softly, "That's enough... You eat some too."

Ding Heng calmly took a sip of his drink: "I'm not in a hurry, I'll feed you first."

The girls started making a fuss again.

After dinner, the girls went back to the hotel to rest before continuing their classes in the afternoon.

Ding Heng drove Hua Qing home.

As soon as the door closed, Ding Heng forcefully pressed Hua Qing onto the sofa.

Hua Qing sank into the sofa, and before she could react, Ding Heng pressed her down firmly.

The man's gentleness just now seemed to be just an illusion...

Why did you go home alone that day?

Ding Heng looked down at him from his high vantage point, his tone devoid of emotion.

Hua Qing turned her face away: "Isn't someone keeping you company?"

Snapped.

A slap landed on his buttocks, neither too hard nor too soft.

Hua Qing winced in pain, biting her lower lip as she cursed, "Scumbag..."

Ding Heng ignored her, placing his hand on her waist to prevent her from moving.

Hua Qing struggled twice, but couldn't break free, and finally gave in.

"Ding Heng..."

Her voice finally softened: "They have to come to class later, so don't go too far."

Ding Heng smiled, took something out of his pocket, and stuffed it into Hua Qing's hand.

"What...what is this?"

"The one you've been longing for, senior."

"You...you, you."

Hua Qing stammered, "What do you want to do?!"

"When class starts later, you can either put it in yourself, senior..."

Ding Heng finally relaxed and opened up to Kai Qing, his smile still gentle.

"Or I'll help my senior stuff it in herself!"