Chapter 144: The Little Rabbit That Came to Our Door

Chujiang Hotel.

The private elevator in the presidential suite ascended smoothly, with red numbers ticking away one step at a time.

Wenjing clutched the shopping bag tightly, occasionally stealing a glance at the man beside her.

Finally, she couldn't help but speak softly.

"Ding Heng".

"Um?"

Are you staying at the hotel tonight?

"Where else am I supposed to go?"

Wenjing hummed in agreement, then lowered her head, seemingly lost in thought.

The elevator stopped on the 27th floor, where soft wall lamps cast a warm yellow light.

Ding Heng swiped his card, pushed open the door, and walked straight to the master bedroom: "I'm going to wash up and go to bed first. You should get some rest too, you have to practice driving tomorrow."

"it is good."

Wenjing watched Ding Heng's figure disappear behind the door, stood there stunned for two seconds, and then turned and walked to the side bedroom.

As the hotel's most luxurious suite, the temperature inside remains a comfortable 26°C, even in the dead of winter.

As soon as Wenjing entered the room, she couldn't wait to take off all her heavy clothes and quickly ran into the bathroom.

After a quick rinse, the girl changed into a soft, loose white nightgown, stepped barefoot onto the clean, thick carpet, and sat down at the dressing table.

In the mirror, her round face was clean and her skin was fair with a rosy glow.

Wenjing took a face mask out of the drawer, tore open the packaging, and carefully applied it to her face.

She took a gentle breath and smoothed the mask with her fingers, ensuring that every inch of her skin was covered with the essence.

Then she got up and boiled a kettle of water, and took out the roselle tea that Zhao Yanxi had left behind from the cabinet.

The flower tea was sent by Zhao Yanxi's uncle last month. It is said to be a top-quality tea for nourishing the skin and calming the mind, and many wealthy women drink it.

As the boiling water washes over them, the dried petals slowly unfold, spreading a beautiful rose-red hue in the water.

Wenjing picked up her cup and sat down at her desk.

She turned on her computer and, as usual, opened the stock trading software, her eyes scanning the rows of numbers.

More than two months have passed, and under Ding Heng's guidance, the amount in her account has now grown to a number she never dared to imagine before.

She put down her cup, switched to another window, and prepared to find a show to watch.

My phone suddenly rang; it was a video call from my younger sister, Wenshu.

Wenjing answered the call and placed the phone next to the computer stand.

Wen Shu was huddled under the covers, with only half her face showing. Her forehead was wet, indicating that she had just taken a shower.

"sister!"

Wen Shu waved to Wen Jing and asked with a grin, "What are you doing?"

"Get ready to watch a show for a while."

Wenjing retorted, "Why aren't you asleep so late?"

"Don't even mention it, our old water heater is acting up again. The water suddenly turned cold halfway through my shower, and I was shivering from the cold."

As Wen Shu spoke, she pulled the blanket up a little higher, shrinking herself even tighter.

"Sis, why are you wearing so little? Aren't you cold?"

"I'm at the hotel."

Wenjing responded simply, and Wenshu let out a long "Oh".

"Oh right, I forgot you and your brother-in-law live in Chujiang."

The young girl sighed and lamented, "I really envy you and your older sister. One of you doesn't have to suffer from the cold in Shenzhen, and the other stays in a luxury hotel every day. I'm just so unlucky..."

Wen Shu spoke in a relaxed tone, clearly joking with her sisters.

What is said may be unintentional, but what is heard may be intentional.

Wenjing's gaze unconsciously swept over everything in front of her.

Inside the glass, the rose-red floral tea steamed with wisps of white mist.

On the expensive laptop screen, stock charts showed alternating red and green lines, rising and falling.

Looking further afield, the large, soft Hästens mattress is covered with the hotel's exclusive pure white bedding, fluffy like a cloud.

The room was warm and cozy, and even though she was only wearing a thin nightgown, she didn't feel the slightest bit of cold.

Wenjing suddenly remembered last winter.

At that time, she and Wenshu shared a room. The old house was not well insulated, and it was always chilly at night.

She and Wenshu each wrapped themselves in a thick cotton quilt, and then pressed their down jackets on top of the quilts.

Getting up every morning is an ordeal. She only dares to lift the covers after the alarm clock rings three times. The moment the cold air sneaks into the bed, she gets a shiver.

Even now, thinking back on that feeling still makes me instinctively hunch my shoulders.

"Xiao Shu".

Wenjing suddenly spoke up, interrupting Wenshu's rambling.

"Um?"

Wen Shu blinked.

Go to the electronics store tomorrow.

"what?"

"Find an air conditioner and install it in the room."

Wenjing said calmly, "Just send me a message later, and I'll transfer the money to you."

Wen Shu waved her hand: "Sister, there's no need for that. You know our family's situation, why would we need an air conditioner? I'm used to it."

"obedient!"

Wenjing said earnestly, "It will be more convenient for you to study if we install air conditioning."

Wen Shu smiled wryly: "Even if you let me install it, would Mom and Dad allow it? That thing uses a lot of electricity, how much more would it cost in electricity bills each month? You know how stingy Mom is, she'd definitely nag me to death."

"If you're not going to pretend, then I'll call my parents and tell them."

"What did you say?"

"Why doesn't our room have air conditioning yet?"

Wenjing raised her voice slightly, and the moment she spoke, Wenshu on the other side of the screen was completely stunned.

After a while, Wen Shu burst out laughing.

"sister……"

She drew out her words, her tone complex and wistful: "You seem different now."

Wenjing asked in confusion, "What's different?"

"that is……"

Wen Shu carefully considered her words before finally saying, "You sound particularly confident when you speak now!"

Wenjing didn't reply, but picked up her hot tea and took a small sip.

Wen Shu continued, "When you were at home before, you kept everything to yourself and always gave in to others. You gave in to your older sister, then to your younger brother, and then to me too."

Back then, I felt you were living a stifled life. Even if you had opinions in your heart, you didn't have the confidence to speak them out. Unlike now...

The little girl smiled, genuinely happy for her older sister.

Wenjing lowered her eyes, reached out and peeled off the face mask, casually tossing it into the nearby trash can. She then grabbed a tissue and wiped the remaining essence off her face.

Wen Shu's words were like a pebble thrown into the lake of her heart, rippling outwards in circles.

Confidence...where does that confidence come from?

"sister."

Wen Shu tried to change the subject, her tone becoming more relaxed: "How come your skin is so good? Why do you even use a face mask? Isn't that a bit unnecessary?"

Wenjing snapped out of her daze: "It was your sister Yanxi who insisted that I put it on."

"Sister Yan hope?"

"Yes. She said that even though we're still young, it's always better to start taking care of ourselves as early as possible."

Wen Shu clicked her tongue twice.

"Sister Yanxi is so good to you, it feels like you two are real sisters."

"Really...hehe."

"By the way, did she go back to Zhuzhou?"

"Yes."

"So you're staying in a hotel alone now?"

Wen Shu's eyes darted around, and she asked suspiciously, "Where's your brother-in-law? Didn't he come with you?"

Wenjing scratched her head sheepishly, "He...he's here tonight too."

"Oh……"

Wen Shu drawled, her smile meaningful: "Then I won't bother you anymore, bye-bye sis! Get some sleep... no, I should say be careful?"

"You brat, what nonsense are you spouting!"

Wenjing blushed, while Wenshu hung up the video call with a smile.

The screen went dark, and the room fell silent.

Wenjing, who originally wanted to watch the drama, now has no interest in it at all.

Wen Shu's words kept swirling in her mind.

Confidence...

She looked up, her gaze sweeping over everything in the room.

The life she has gradually become accustomed to now is something she wouldn't have dared to even imagine six months ago.

She subconsciously turned her head and looked towards the master bedroom.

He gave her the confidence to question her parents on the phone, "Why?"

But what did she give him in return?

As Wenjing was deep in thought, her phone rang again; this time it was Zhao Yanxi.

She pressed the answer button.

"Little Jingjing!"

Zhao Yanxi's voice boomed from the receiver, as energetic as ever.

"What are you doing?"

"I just...I just finished applying a face mask."

Wenjing answered honestly.

"Oh, so well-behaved?"

Zhao Yanxi chuckled: "Where's Ding Heng? Has he been spending all his time with you lately? Has he been out fooling around with any vixens?"

Wenjing pouted, "I've been learning to drive all day..."

"You need to keep a close eye on him while he's learning to drive!"

Zhao Yanxi raised her voice: "Don't let another vixen appear in my house when I come back for the New Year!"

Wenjing looked troubled.

Keep a closer eye on it?

How do we keep an eye on them?

She didn't even dare to ask Ding Heng what he was going to do.

Zhao Yanxi suddenly exclaimed "Eh!"

"Little Jingjing, where are you now?"

"At the hotel."

"Hotel? Side bedroom?"

"Um."

"Hey Jingjing, why are you still sleeping alone in your side room?"

Zhao Yanxi sighed deeply: "Let me remind you, men have a lot of energy! If they don't vent it on you, they might vent it on some vixen!"

Wenjing was mortified and stammered, trying to explain, but in the end she could only manage to stammer, "I...I don't know what to do..."

Zhao Yanxi continued to sigh on the other end of the phone.

"Quiet".

Zhao Yanxi rarely addressed Wenjing by her full name, and her tone was serious: "Can you make up your mind?"

"I think... yes."

"If you can, you can; if you can't, you can't. What do you mean by 'can't'? Be decisive!"

"Well……"

Wenjing felt wronged after being "scolded" by Zhao Yanxi.

She bit her lower lip, as if making a decision: "What...what should I wear?"

Zhao Yanxi chuckled, "Aren't there plenty in the walk-in closet? Pick one yourself. Don't you know what he likes?"

Wenjing didn't say anything.

Zhao Yanxi yawned: "Alright, alright, I'm going to sleep now. I have to visit relatives with my mom tomorrow. I'll call you again tomorrow morning to check on the results!"

"Yan hope..."

"Bye-Bye!"

After hanging up the phone, Wenjing sat blankly at her desk, then looked down at herself.

A white cotton nightgown, loose-fitting, plain in color, without even a pattern.

Are you going to wear this?

It felt a bit too perfunctory...

She stood up, walked to the dressing mirror, and a certain scene suddenly flashed through her mind.

Six months ago, in the summer, at the Xingcheng Comic Con.

At that time, she didn't understand anything. Zhao Yanxi dragged her to change into that shameful outfit. Like a frightened little white rabbit, she stumbled and staggered in the crowd, finally crashing into the arms of Ding Heng, this cunning and evil tiger.

Now, the little white rabbit is willing to offer everything, letting the big tiger devour her completely.

Think about it more carefully, why did the big tiger target her in the first place?

There was clearly a kitten that was even more eye-catching at the time.

Although the kitten ultimately couldn't escape the tiger's jaws...

Wenjing turned around and walked out of the side bedroom, into the walk-in closet on the side.

On the far left hang clothes she doesn't feel comfortable wearing out—JK uniforms, cheongsams, bunny girl outfits, office lady dresses…

Finally, Wenjing settled on the Phoebe cosplay outfit.

A white dress, two-piece design, with a short top and a high-waisted skirt.

Next to it was that large white bowler hat and those overly tall boots.

Next to it was that large white bowler hat and those overly tall boots.

Wenjing reached out and gently stroked the fabric of the short skirt; it felt soft and light.

Finally, she took a deep breath and began to change her clothes.

First, there was the short top.

The pure white fabric clung tightly to her body's curves. Perhaps it was because she had grown again in the past few months, but it took her some effort to zip it up, and it made her arms feel uncomfortable.

Then came high-waisted mini skirts and white stockings.

The silky material glided upwards along the skin, over the thighs, Pull it up little by little to your waist, and finally put on high-heeled boots.

The excessively high heels still made her uncomfortable, and it took her a while to finally stand up.

Finally, there was that bowler hat.

Wenjing stood in front of the mirror and carefully examined herself from head to toe.

The curve of her chest stretched out Her slender waist was cinched, and beneath the skirt were fleshy thighs encased in white stockings.

She wasn't wearing a wig, and she didn't have time to put on makeup.

Her clean-cut face and rosy lips gave her a natural, youthful charm that was both innocent and alluring.

That should be enough, right?

Wenjing took a deep breath, turned around and walked out of the walk-in closet, stopping in front of the master bedroom door.

Raise your hand.

Then I put it down.

Raise your hand again.

Finally, she gently knocked on the door.

"Knock knock knock".

After a brief silence, Ding Heng's voice came from inside the room.

"Who?"

"I."

"What is it?"

"You...you open the door."

The sound of footsteps grew louder as they approached.

The door opened.

Ding Heng, wearing a loose hotel bathrobe, lazily yawned.

"What are you here for?"

The man asked the question knowing the answer, as if he were back at the comic convention, looking Wenjing up and down.

From the round hat on her head, to the scarf on her chest, to the white stockings under her skirt, and finally to the high heels of her boots.

Very slowly, very carefully.

Wenjing's heart started racing again.

She gripped the hem of her skirt tightly with her fingers and tried to utter a cute tone.

"Phoebe... Chubi."

Her voice was soft, a mixture of shyness, nervousness, and anticipation.

Before he could finish speaking, a hand reached out.

Ding Heng raised his hand and gently pulled Phoebe into his arms.

"what……"

Wenjing let out a short gasp.

The next second, the world spun around.

He lifted her up in his arms, her overly tall boots lifting her off the ground, her feet dangling in the air, the heels tapping softly against the doorframe.

Before she could react, her back had already touched the soft bed.

The blankets were very soft and filled with the hotel's signature fragrance.

Wenjing was completely engrossed in it; her hat was askew, her skirt was wrinkled, and her thighs, covered in white stockings, were almost completely exposed.

The next second, she met Ding Heng's gaze looking down at her, her heart pounded, and her breathing became rapid.

Why did I end up like this?

Repaying a debt of gratitude?

like?

Or was she caught in a trap from the very beginning, and has been coaxed and lured step by step until now?

Wenjing couldn't figure it out for the time being...

But she was clear about one thing: at this moment, she was willing to give herself up.

All.