Chapter 143: A Girlfriend's Duties?

It was almost 1 a.m. when we got back to the villa.

After a quick wash, Ding Heng lay down on the bed, gazing at the night view of the river, as several messages popped up on his phone.

【Good Luck Xiao Jing】：[。

[Ding Heng]: Good night.

Switch to another dialog box.

[Lucky Zhao]: []

[Lucky Zhao] Ding Heng, I spent the whole day shopping with my mom today, my legs are about to give out! I miss you!

[Ding Heng]: We've only been apart for a day.

[Lucky Zhao]: I think about you all day long~ Don't you miss me?

【丁衡】：To think.

[Lucky Zhao]: Just giving me the runaround!

[Lucky Zhao]: This lady is magnanimous and forgives you. Go to sleep early, see you in my dreams!

[Ding Heng]: Okay, goodnight.

Finally, click on Hua Qing's profile picture.

[Ding Heng]: Goodnight, senior.

【A Sea of ​​Flowers Under a Sunny Day】: Good night.

Ding Heng put his phone back on the bedside table, closed his eyes, and fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning.

Ding Heng went downstairs early, and there were already people busy in the living room.

A woman in her early thirties was bending down to tidy the coffee table when she heard footsteps and straightened up.

She had short, neat hair, regular features, wore a dark gray sweater, and held a rag in her hand.

Secretary Huang came out of the kitchen and nodded to Ding Heng: "Mr. Ding, good morning. This is Sister Jiang. She will be in charge of your daily life from now on. You and Baima can contact her if you need anything."

Sister Jiang smiled and said, "Hello, Mr. Ding. You can call me Sister Jiang if you don't mind. Breakfast is ready. Please see if it suits your taste."

Ding Heng said politely, "Hello, Sister Jiang. I'll be troubling you a lot in the future."

Sister Jiang waved her hand: "No trouble at all, it's nothing."

Ding Heng continued downstairs: "Where's Baima?"

Secretary Huang said helplessly, "He's not up yet. He's probably staying up late playing games again last night."

Ding Heng smiled but didn't say anything.

Breakfast was prepared by Sister Jiang: millet porridge, fried eggs, a few side dishes, and warmed milk—simple and light.

Ding Heng sat down and ate slowly, while Secretary Huang sat opposite him, opened his tablet, and began to report on today's arrangements.

"Mr. Ding, the real estate agency will be sending over some furniture catalogs today. We'd like you to take a look and help us choose a style. Also, the housekeeping company will be sending people for interviews. Sister Jiang might not be able to handle everything by herself, so we'll need a couple more helpers..."

Ding Heng swallowed a mouthful of porridge: "I don't know much about these things, Secretary Huang, you can decide."

Secretary Huang nodded and made some notes on the tablet.

Although she knew Ding Heng wouldn't care, she still had to show the proper attitude.

After finishing breakfast, Ding Heng wiped his mouth and stood up.

Secretary Huang took a car key out of her bag and handed it to him: "Mr. Ding, the boss arranged this car for your convenient commute. It's parked in the underground garage."

Ding Heng took it and glanced at it; it was a Mercedes-Benz logo.

He didn't refuse, and stuffed it into his pocket: "Thanks."

I went downstairs to the underground parking garage and found the brand-new Mercedes, its black exterior gleaming.

Ding Heng opened the car door, sat down, leaned back in the seat, gripped the steering wheel for a few seconds, then got out again and walked towards the dusty Chang'an parked on the side.

We don't need it for now...

With a roar from the old engine, Ding Heng shifted gears, stepped on the gas, and drove out of the underground parking garage.

Two girls were already waiting at the entrance of Chujiang Hotel.

Wenjing was wrapped in a light pink down jacket, her face slightly flushed from the cold wind.

Hua Qing stood to the side, wearing a moon-white Hanfu cloak, her posture upright, slowly sipping hot tea.

Ding Heng parked the car and rolled down the window: "How long have you been waiting?"

Wenjing shook her head: "I just arrived a little while ago."

Hua Qing didn't say anything, she just kept drinking her tea.

The two got into the car; Wenjing sat in the passenger seat, and Huaqing sat in the back.

The car was driven to the driving school first.

Wenjing kept recounting the embarrassing things that happened during her driving practice yesterday, while Ding Heng listened as he drove, occasionally responding with a few words.

At the driving school entrance, Wenjing unbuckled her seatbelt and waved to the back seat: "Goodbye, Sister Huaqing!"

Hua Qing nodded: "Yes, practice hard."

The car door closed, and Wenjing jogged into the driving school gate.

Ding Heng turned around and drove towards Hua Qing's house.

Before getting off the bus, Ding Heng glanced at Hua Qing and teased, "Did you behave well today, senior?"

Hua Qing's hand trembled, and the hot tea in her cup almost spilled. She got out of the car angrily and slammed the door shut.

Ding Heng took out his phone, opened an app, and tapped it lightly.

Suddenly, Hua Qing stumbled and turned back to glare at him, feeling ashamed and indignant.

"Student, pay attention in class!"

"Scumbag!"

Seeing Hua Qing's staggering figure disappear at the building entrance, Ding Heng chuckled and turned off his phone, deciding to call it quits while he was ahead.

As the car drove onto the main road, Ding Heng suddenly felt a little unsure of which way to go.

Because of system tasks, he has spent most of his time over the past few months revolving around several women.

Every day when I open my eyes, I think about who I should spend time with today, who I should see tomorrow, and what I should plan for the day after tomorrow.

Zhao Yanxi has returned to Zhuzhou, Hua Qing has to attend classes, and Wen Jing is learning to drive.

Suddenly having free time feels a bit strange.

I can't exactly go back to the school library to study, can I?

Ding Heng chuckled at his own thoughts and drove to Xie Baoyang's apartment building.

[Ding Heng]: Have you gotten up yet?

I waited a few seconds, but there was no reply.

Ding Heng dialed the number directly.

beep - beep - beep -

It rang seven or eight times before the other end answered, and Xie Baoyang's indistinct voice came through.

"Who... am I feeding...?"

"I'm going downstairs."

"Why go downstairs... It's only this late..."

"Hurry up, I'm downstairs at your place."

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone, followed by a rustling sound mixed with Xie Baoyang's wails.

"Old Ding! I get up at 8 every day at school, and I finally get a break and can sleep in a little longer, can't you let me sleep a little longer?!"

Ding Heng roared, "What are you sleeping for? Hurry up!"

Five minutes later, Xie Baoyang yawned and staggered out of the stairwell.

He had thrown on a down jacket haphazardly, his hair was sticking out in a mess, and his eyes weren't fully open yet.

He opened the passenger door and slumped back in his seat, asking, "Where are we going...?"

Ding Heng stepped on the gas: "Go online."

Xie Baoyang was thrown forward by inertia, cursing as he fastened his seatbelt.

A private room for two people in an internet cafe.

Xie Baoyang leaned back in his gaming chair, picked up the coffee Ding Heng had just ordered, took a couple of sips, and finally perked up a little.

He rubbed his eyes, glanced at Ding Heng who was logging into the game, and suddenly said, "Hey, Lao Ding."

"Um?"

"Was that Baima from yesterday really your sister?"

Ding Heng's hands didn't stop moving: "What?"

Xie Baoyang scratched his head: "I was just... asking out of curiosity."

Ding Heng said warily, "I'm warning you, don't you dare lay a finger on my sister."

Xie Baoyang immediately exploded: "Damn it, what are you thinking! I'm not a pervert, I'm not interested in girls with that body type!"

What body type?

"Just...that kind of small..."

"What do you mean?"

Ding Heng put down the mouse and asked seriously, "Does liking my sister make me a pervert?"

Xie Baoyang choked: "No...that's not what I meant...I just..."

"What are you?"

"I was just saying it offhand! Old Ding, why are you in such a hurry?"

Am I in a hurry?

"Aren't you in a hurry?"

The two bickered and chatted on.

Xie Baoyang took a couple more sips of coffee, then suddenly remembered something: "By the way, Lao Ding, where's your girlfriend?"

Ding Heng instinctively asked, "Which one?"

"Which one??"

Xie Baoyang sat bolt upright, his face filled with shock: "What do you mean? Old Ding, you dated a lot of girls in college?"

Ding Heng then realized that Xie Baoyang was asking about Zhao Yanxi, since he had only met Zhao Yanxi once.

He said calmly, "They're in Zhuzhou. Can't they go home for the Lunar New Year?"

Xie Baoyang persisted: "Don't try to brush me off. Tell me honestly, how many relationships did you have in college?"

Ding Heng glanced at him: "Why do you talk so much? Like a girl."

"Me, broken?" Xie Baoyang sighed deeply. "Comparison is the thief of joy..."

"What's wrong? Did something upset you?"

Xie Baoyang didn't say anything, and continued to sigh.

This time it was Ding Heng's turn to be interested. He put down the mouse and turned around: "Let me guess... was it because your first heartbreak in college came too quickly, or did you never even have a chance to experience first love?"

Xie Baoyang blushed and turned his head away: "Playing games, playing games..."

The morning just slipped by like that.

The two played four or five rounds, with the winner outnumbering the loser.

Around midnight, Ding Heng's phone vibrated.

[Good Luck Xiao Jing]: Ding Heng, my instructor has something to do this afternoon and won't be practicing. What should I do next?

Ding Heng: [Positioning]

[Ding Heng]: I took a taxi here and bought a few fast food meals on the way.

【Good Luck Xiao Jing】：[ ]

Half an hour later, there was a gentle knock on the door of the private room.

Xie Baoyang was engrossed in the game and didn't even turn his head.

Ding Heng got up to open the door.

Wenjing stood at the door, carrying two large bags in her hands.

"Ding Heng!"

She held the bag high: "I bought three servings of the fast food you ordered. Is that enough?"

Ding Heng took it and habitually reached out to gently rub Wenjing's face: "You've worked hard, come in."

Wenjing walked into the private room, and Xie Baoyang glanced back at her briefly, only to be startled again.

Holy crap, another one!

Are there no two girls around Lao Ding who are the same?

Wenjing nodded shyly: "Hello... My name is Wenjing."

After a long pause, Xie Baoyang managed to stammer out, "Y-hello... Xie Baoyang."

Ding Heng took the bag, opened it, and handed one of the portions to Xie Baoyang: "Eat first, then play."

Xie Baoyang took the boxed lunch, buried his head in his food, and didn't say a word.

After finishing his meal, Xie Baoyang threw down his lunchbox and continued playing games with his headphones on.

Ding Heng leaned back in his chair and scrolled through his phone for a while.

Wenjing tidied up her lunchbox, got up and threw it into the trash can by the door, then came back and sat down quietly next to Ding Heng.

Ding Heng turned to look at her: "Bored?"

Wenjing shook her head: "It's not boring."

"How about playing games with me for a while?"

"I won't……"

"It's okay, watch me fight."

Ding Heng turned back to continue operating.

Wenjing was staring obediently at the screen when she suddenly heard a sound.

"thirsty."

Wenjing immediately picked up the lemon cola next to her and held it to Ding Heng's lips.

After the man finished his cola, she picked up a bag of snacks, tore it open, and handed him a piece.

Ding Heng opened his mouth and ate it.

Wenjing smiled contentedly, picked up another piece, and continued feeding.

Xie Baoyang glanced at the screen during the countdown and was immediately horrified.

Wenjing was feeding Ding Heng snacks one by one, and Ding Heng just waited with his mouth open, his eyes fixed on the screen, his fingers still typing.

The two worked together seamlessly and with incredible chemistry, clearly not the first time.

Xie Baoyang sighed and silently turned away.

MD!

Why can't I just stay home and sleep? Why do I have to come out and be tortured?

Around 2 PM, the group chat started to get lively.

Li Meng and Zhou Zhou got up one after the other and started clamoring in the group chat that they wanted to come out.

Xie Baoyang immediately responded, "Come to the internet cafe, come to the internet cafe, Lao Ding and I are here."

After confirming that someone was there to keep Xie Baoyang company, Ding Heng stood up, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "You guys have fun, I'm leaving now."

Xie Baoyang took off his headphones: "So early?"

"Something's up."

Xie Baoyang glanced at Wen Jing, his eyes conveying a meaningful look.

"Okay, okay, I understand, I know what's going on."

Ding Heng ignored him and led Wenjing outside.

"Something's up."

Xie Baoyang glanced at Wen Jing, his eyes conveying a meaningful look.

"Okay, okay, I understand, I know what's going on."

Ding Heng ignored him and led Wenjing outside.

Stepping out of the internet cafe, a cold wind hit me.

Wenjing shrank her neck and pulled her down jacket tighter: "Where do we go next?"

Ding Heng led her into the car: "Let's go on a date, it's been a long time since we've had a date alone."

"A...a date?"

"What, is that not allowed?"

"Don't we spend every day together in college?"

That doesn't count as a date.

"What about Saturdays and Sundays?"

"Yan hope is with us on Saturdays and Sundays, but she's not here today."

Wenjing thought about it and realized that it made sense.

They usually eat and go shopping together every Saturday and Sunday, but Zhao Yanxi isn't here today...

Wenjing suddenly felt a little nervous and secretly swallowed.

Ding Heng couldn't help but laugh: "What's wrong? Are you nervous coming out alone with me?"

Wenjing shook her head, then nodded, looking somewhat embarrassed.

Ding Heng complained, "We've been together for so long, can't we be a little more relaxed?"

Wenjing lowered her head, her fingers gripping the seatbelt.

She didn't know why either.

She has changed a lot in the past six months. She dares to talk to her classmates, dares to ask her teachers questions, and even dares to bargain with people in the supermarket.

But as soon as she was in front of Ding Heng, she turned into that timid little white rabbit again.

Ding Heng reached out and ruffled her hair: "Relax, it's just the two of us today, do whatever you want."

As the car drove onto the main road, Wenjing began to recall Zhao Yanxi's usual behavior in front of Ding Heng. That should be the standard example of a "girlfriend."

Can I learn it on my own?

"Ding Heng".

Wenjing turned her head, trying to relax: "Where...are we going on our date?"

Ding Heng glanced at her: "Where do you want to go?"

Wenjing thought for a moment and said, "How about we go to the mall? I'd like to buy some clothes."

"What clothes?"

"underwear……"

After saying that, Wenjing blushed slightly.

Ding Heng chuckled and sighed, "What's wrong? Not enough to wear?"

Wenjing muttered softly, "It's Chinese New Year, I want to buy a few new things..."

"OK."

Ding Heng drove to the mall and accompanied Wen Jing to her usual lingerie store.

Because he was concerned that the girl might be shy, Ding Heng sat down in the rest area by the entrance, ready to wait as usual.

Wenjing took two steps into the store, then stopped and turned back. After hesitating for a few seconds, she went back and gently took Ding Heng's hand.

Ding Heng looked up: "What?"

Wenjing blushed and whispered, "Um...you...you can come in with me."

Ding Heng asked in surprise, "You want me to accompany you?"

"Aren't you my boyfriend...?"

Wenjing didn't dare to meet Ding Heng's gaze at all, but she didn't loosen her grip: "So I thought... I'd like you to give me some advice."

If it were Yan hope, she would probably openly take Ding Heng's hand and lead him into the lingerie store, letting Ding Heng help her choose lingerie.

I'm still so useless...

Ding Heng stood up, simply put his arm around Wen Jing, and teased, "Let's go, I'd like to see exactly what size you wear."

"Ugh, how annoying..."

Wen Jing was so shy that she nestled completely into Ding Heng's arms.

The women's lingerie store is dimly lit, and a faint fragrance wafts through the air.

A sales assistant approached them with a polite smile: "What would you two like to see?"

Wenjing's face was already flushed, but Ding Heng was natural, his gaze sweeping over the displayed clothes: "Help my girlfriend pick out a few suitable items."

The sales assistant glanced at Wenjing and, with her experience, immediately made a judgment.

"Okay, beautiful lady, please come with me so we can take your measurements first."

Wenjing followed the sales assistant inside, with Ding Heng following behind.

The measurement area was separated by a curtain. The sales assistant let Wenjing in, while Ding Heng waited outside.

The curtain wasn't fully closed, leaving a gap.

A sales assistant's voice came from inside: "Miss, please take off your coat... Yes... Raise your hand a little... Okay..."

Then came the rustling sound of fabric rubbing together.

Wow, beautiful lady, you have such great proportions.

The sales assistant offered a sincere compliment.

Wenjing didn't say anything.

The sales assistant continued, "Your size is really rare, especially considering how slim you are overall. Is it natural?"

Wenjing responded softly, "Mmm..."

"You might not be able to wear many of these styles; you'll need to specifically choose those with good support. You've come to the right place!"

"I usually buy your brand..."

"A regular customer!?"

"right……"

"Let me tell you, with your body type, you absolutely need to choose good quality underwear, otherwise it will easily sag, and that will cause big problems when you have children and breastfeed! You can add me on WeChat; our brand has products specifically designed for women with body types like yours..."

After the sales assistant took the measurements, she pulled back the curtain.

Wenjing stood there, her face flushed red.

Sales assistant Chong Dingheng joked, "Handsome, you've really hit the jackpot with your girlfriend's figure."

Ding Heng smiled but didn't reply.

The sales assistant led the two inside and began introducing several types of lingerie.

"This is a new arrival in our store. It has excellent support, the fabric is very comfortable, and it comes in seven colors. Which one would you like to try?"

Wenjing would usually choose the simplest option, but today...

She stole a glance at Ding Heng, waiting for the man to make his choice.

Ding Heng's expression was indifferent, as if he was carefully considering it.

The sales assistant noticed the interaction between the two and tentatively asked, "Miss, what color do you usually like?"

Wenjing whispered, "Anything, anything is fine..."

"What color does your boyfriend like?"

The sales assistant looked at Ding Heng: "You two are picking out clothes together, sir, you must have some preferences, right?"

Wenjing blushed even more.

Ding Heng remained calm and pointed to a light pink one: "Try that one."

Of all the girls, Ding Heng liked Wenjing the most when she wore pink.

Pink inherently conveys a delicate and youthful feel, and when paired with a girl's pure yet alluring temperament, it is not only pleasing to the eye but also evokes a complex mix of protective and destructive impulses.

The sales assistant nodded, went to the warehouse to get the right size, and handed it to Wenjing: "Miss, would you like to try it on? The fitting room is over there."

Wenjing took the underwear, lowered her head and walked towards the fitting room, glancing back at Ding Heng every now and then.

However, Ding Heng sat in the rest area with his head down, fiddling with his phone, as if he didn't care at all.

That's true, I don't usually show it to him much...

If it were Yan hope, he would probably have followed her in by now.

Wenjing pursed her lips, lifted the curtain, and walked into the fitting room.

The fitting room was small, with three mirrors and soft lighting.

Wenjing stood in front of the mirror and took a deep breath.

She took off her clothes and put them on; the size was just right.

The pink color made her skin appear even whiter, and the curves of her chest were beautifully accentuated, while her waistline was cinched in...

A sales assistant's voice came from outside the curtain: "Miss, do you need any help?"

Wenjing hesitated for a moment, then said, "Um...please come in."

The sales assistant lifted the curtain, her eyes lighting up: "Wow, this one would be perfect for you!"

She walked behind Wenjing and began to help adjust the shoulder straps: "Loosening the shoulder straps a little will make it more comfortable... Yes... the back buttons can be tightened a notch..."

Wenjing stood in front of the mirror, letting the sales assistant adjust her appearance.

While adjusting the colors, the sales assistant said, "Beautiful lady, your boyfriend has great taste; this color suits you perfectly."

Wenjing pursed her lips and remained silent.

The sales assistant continued, "How long have you been together?"

"More than half a year..."

"Oh, that's the honeymoon phase, isn't it?"

The sales assistant helped her straighten the hem of her clothes: "Your boyfriend treats you really well, right? From my observation, boyfriends who patiently accompany their girlfriends when choosing lingerie usually have a good relationship."

Wenjing nodded.

The sales assistant looked at her in the mirror and smiled knowingly: "Beautiful lady, does your boyfriend usually call the shots at home?"

Wenjing blushed but did not deny it.

"How about trying this one? This style is a bit sexier, a lot of guys like it."

The sales assistant then picked up another bra, a sky-blue one with lace trim, which was a rather sexy style and also quite expensive.

Wenjing's heart skipped a beat: "Would...he like it?"

The sales assistant suggested, "Why don't you call him in and ask him?"

Wenjing took the underwear, hesitating.

Suddenly, a thought flashed through my mind.

Yan hope has been away from Ding Heng for some time.

So...should I take on the responsibilities of being a girlfriend?

As Wenjing left the lingerie store, the blush on her face hadn't completely faded. She had six sets of lingerie in her hand, plus several packs of stockings.

Some were given as gifts by the sales assistants, and some were chosen by Ding Heng, but she herself didn't dare to take any...

Ding Heng led her forward, then suddenly stopped.

Wenjing looked up: "What's wrong?"

Ding Heng didn't say anything, but continued to knead her cheeks as usual, with extra force.

Wenjing mumbled indistinctly, "Ugh...wh-what's wrong...it hurts, it hurts, it hurts."

Ding Heng released her hand and gently flicked her forehead: "It's nothing, I just thought you were quite well-behaved today."

"Whenever I misbehave... you're just making excuses, you like to bully me!"

Wenjing gently rubbed her cheeks, pouting aggrievedly.

She was behaving well, but the man only became more forceful. Who could she complain to?

Stepping out of the mall, a cold wind hit me.

Wenjing shrank her neck and subconsciously put her hands into her pockets.

Ding Heng immediately pulled her hand out of his pocket and held it in his own palm.

"Let's go back to the hotel."

Wenjing hummed in agreement and nestled obediently into Ding Heng's arms.

The streetlights cast flickering light across the man's face.

Wenjing looked up and stared at Ding Heng's profile, the thought from before resurfacing in her mind.

Yan hope is away recently. As her "girlfriend," can I make Ding Heng happy like Yan hope did?

Wenjing didn't know.

But perhaps she should give it a try...