Chapter 163: The Price of Taking Delivery

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Changsha Huanghua Airport, Arrival Hall.

Ding Heng walked out of the passage and immediately saw Secretary Huang's capable figure.

She wasn't wearing business attire and high heels today; instead, she wore a navy blue wool coat and her hair was down, making her look less sharp.

Ding Heng stepped forward and said politely, "It has been a great trouble for Secretary Huang to make this special trip."

"Of course."

Secretary Huang turned and walked out, her steps light and quick: "Bai Ma has been talking about you several times these past few days."

Ding Heng followed up: "Is Baima settling in well at the new school?"

Secretary Huang opened the passenger door and waited for Ding Heng to get in before going around to the driver's seat: "He's adjusting well since he just started school, let's see how it goes..."

The vehicle started, and Ding Heng leisurely lay back, starting to chat casually.

"I heard from Baima that Secretary Huang, you're a top student in the Finance Department at Tsinghua University?"

"I wouldn't call myself a top student; I just got in because I was lucky."

"With such a high level of education, isn't it a waste of her talents to be a full-time nanny for Baima?"

"Mr. Ding is joking. My boss pays me 50,000 yuan a month, with room and board included, and he pays the maximum amount for social insurance and housing fund. I also get red envelopes during holidays."

Secretary Huang chuckled and turned on his turn signal to merge into the traffic: "My classmates who went into investment banking work overtime until the early hours every day, and those who went into securities firms drink with clients every day. They live like dogs, and they probably don't even earn as much as I do."

Especially recently, the financial markets have been turned upside down by someone, everyone's crying out in despair... They're probably too envious of my stable job to even think about it being a waste of my talent."

Ding Heng suddenly asked, "Is Secretary Huang short of money?"

Secretary Huang stared straight ahead, his tone nonchalant: "These days, who isn't short of money?"

"Secretary Huang, would you like to earn more?"

"Does Mr. Ding have connections?"

"If Secretary Huang trusts me, we can give it a try..."

Ding Heng took out his phone from his pocket, swiped a few times, and sent the two stock options to Secretary Huang.

Secretary Huang was using navigation on her phone when a message from Ding Heng suddenly popped up on the screen. She didn't pick it up and continued to concentrate on driving.

"There's something else I'd like to ask Secretary Huang for help with."

"you say."

"Secretary Huang studied in the capital and should have some connections there. I'd like to get a new car with all the necessary license plates and paperwork; the price isn't a problem."

"clear."

Secretary Huang didn't ask any further questions, and simply nodded in agreement.

When the car arrived at Hubei University, Ding Heng got out of the car and watched Secretary Huang's car taillights gradually disappear into the distance before slowly closing his True Sight Eyes.

He was quite confident that Secretary Huang would come to him on her own initiative later.

Bai Ma will soon graduate from high school, at which point Secretary Huang, as a "full-time nanny," will naturally lose her job.

She had to find another way out, and she just happened to need a helper.

Although Wenjing majored in accounting, she was still a novice when it came to investment and financial management. Those complex financial operations and market analysis could not be learned overnight.

Ding Heng didn't dare let her earn too much money either. A tall tree catches the wind, and if someone were to target her, it would cause a lot of trouble.

But the expenses kept increasing.

Hua Qing lives alone, and now her monthly rent plus pocket money is nearly 100,000 yuan.

Although Zhao Yanxi doesn't ask for things much anymore, she still has to give something during holidays, birthdays, and anniversaries.

Wenjing is frugal, but the more she does that, the more Ding Heng wants to give her the best.

Supporting a woman... costs money.

Secretary Huang is a perfect candidate.

He's smart enough, keeps his mouth shut, and seems reliable so far.

Most importantly, she wanted to make money but was timid; otherwise, she wouldn't have worked so diligently as Baima's "full-time nanny" for several years.

If handled properly, it should be quite easy to use.

Ding Heng snapped out of his thoughts, turned around, and walked into the campus.

He went back to his dorm first, washed his face quickly, changed into a clean coat, and then went downstairs towards the girls' dorm.

That old, beat-up Chang'an was parked quietly in the parking space downstairs from the girls' dormitory.

The car body was old, but it was clean and tidy.

I guess Wenjing was just bored and decided to wash his car.

Ding Heng took out his phone and opened Wen Jing's chat window.

[Ding Heng]: Are you in the dormitory?

Messages are replied to instantly.

【Good Luck Xiao Jing】：[ ]

[Good Luck Xiao Jing]: Yes, yes! You're back?

[Ding Heng]: Yes, downstairs.

[Lucky Xiaojing]: I'm coming down right away!

[Ding Heng]: No rush, put on some makeup, dress nicely, we have important business to attend to!

【Good Luck Xiao Jing】：[ ]

Ding Heng put away his phone, leaned against the car door, and listlessly scrolled through his WeChat Moments.

Suddenly, the doors of the girls' dormitory building opened wide, and a row of girls walked out, chatting and laughing.

Bai Zhiya walked at the front, but stopped when she caught sight of Ding Heng out of the corner of her eye.

She greeted him excitedly, "Ding Heng?"

Ding Heng put away his phone and nodded to her: "Student Bai."

Bai Zhiya said something to her roommates, and the others tactfully left first.

She walked towards Ding Heng alone, her smile natural and polite: "Are you... waiting for your girlfriend?"

"Um."

"What are you guys planning to do later?"

"Buy her something."

"Tsk tsk tsk... You're so good to your girlfriend."

"well enough."

"Oh, right..."

Bai Zhiya lowered her eyes, seemingly considering for a long time: "What was your relationship with that girl next to you at the Lantern Festival that day?"

"Is this related to Bai?"

"I... I didn't mean anything by it, I just think you seem to be quite popular with girls."

The atmosphere froze for a few seconds.

The building door opened again, and Wenjing ran out.

The little white rabbit had clearly been dressed up carefully.

The loose-fitting cow-colored coat cleverly conceals her exaggerated figure, paired with a pure white shirt underneath.

Her hair was tied into two loose braids that hung down in front of her chest. She wore light makeup, with neatly shaped eyebrows, curled eyelashes, and a light lip color.

Women dress up for those they love, and with the influence of Zhao Yanxi, Wenjing now knows how to dress up a little.

It still has a simple and clean base, but adds a touch of girlish brightness to that sexy yet innocent temperament.

"Ding Heng!"

She jogged over, her pretty round face full of joy.

Ding Heng put his arm around her shoulder and said gently, "Let's go."

"Um……"

Wenjing obediently responded, completely ignoring Bai Zhiya standing to the side.

The two figures, backs to the camera, stretched long in the sunlight.

Bai Zhiya stood frozen in place, her fingers gripping the bag strap tightly.

She is not reconciled.

It wasn't that she particularly liked Ding Heng, but rather that she was simply unwilling to accept it.

From childhood to adulthood, she has never failed to get anything she wanted.

Grades, rankings, teacher's favor, classmates' admiration, boys' pursuit... everything went smoothly. But with Ding Heng, she encountered setbacks several times in a row.

That time at the food stall, I was publicly humiliated by that woman named Lin Man.

During the Lantern Festival, I was subtly overwhelmed by that girl wearing Hanfu.

Today, I was speechless again by Ding Heng's question, "What does it have to do with you?"

Bai Zhiya took a deep breath, trying to suppress the resentment in her heart, and turned to leave in the opposite direction.

Ding Heng didn't go to get the car; instead, he took Wenjing's hand and walked towards the school gate.

Wenjing asked, puzzled, "Ding Heng, aren't we driving?"

"No need, I'll take a taxi."

"Where are we going?"

You'll see when you get there.

Ding Heng found the pre-booked ride-hailing car at the school gate, gently pushed Wen Jing into the back seat, got in himself, and closed the door.

"Oh……"

Wenjing obediently fastened her seatbelt and didn't ask any more questions.

The car drove through the city and turned onto a wide avenue, where car dealerships began to appear on both sides.

Wenjing looked out the car window, a vague guess forming in her mind, but she wasn't sure.

It wasn't until the ride-hailing car stopped in front of a Volkswagen dealership that she finally realized: "Ding Heng...you want to buy a car?"

Ding Heng pushed open the car door and got out: "It's not me who's buying it, it's you."

The two entered the store one after the other, and the sales assistant, dressed in a suit, immediately greeted them with a smile.

"Mr. Ding, you've finally come to pick up your car. It's all ready for you, all the paperwork is complete, and you can drive it away anytime."

Wenjing followed behind, her mind still blank.

Ding Heng turned to look at her: "What are you standing there for? Come in."

"oh oh!"

Wenjing jogged a couple of steps to catch up, lowering her voice to ask, "Ding Heng, why did you buy me a car?"

"Didn't we agree to bring you a gift when I came back from the capital? Isn't this the gift?"

"But... this is too..."

"I told you during the Chinese New Year that I would buy you a car once you got your driver's license."

Wenjing was speechless for a moment.

At the time, she thought Ding Heng was just saying it casually, but she didn't expect him to take it to heart and put it into action so quickly.

"Ding Heng, I..."

"Don't worry about it, I paid the deposit half a month ago."

Ding Heng reached out and ruffled her hair, his tone light and cheerful: "Volkswagen isn't expensive."

Wenjing muttered softly, "Even if it's not expensive, it'll still cost over ten thousand. How can you talk about it like it's free..."

Ding Heng smiled, didn't reply, and followed the sales assistant inside.

The pick-up point is at the back of the showroom, in a separate delivery area with bright and soft lighting.

A brand-new black SUV sat quietly in the center, its body lines sleek and its paint gleaming, subtly shimmering under the lights.

Wenjing stopped in her tracks.

She doesn't know much about cars, but she recognizes the Volkswagen logo.

But this car in front of me doesn't look like it costs more than 100,000 yuan.

The sales assistant handed over a stack of documents: "Madam, these are the car purchase contract and insurance policy. Please take a look, and sign here if there are no problems."

Wenjing took the document and looked at it; the numbers on the contract made her hands tremble slightly.

The top-of-the-line Touareg costs 618,000 yuan on the road, including purchase tax and the first year's insurance. It's definitely not some ordinary Volkswagen costing around 100,000 yuan...

Finally, she composed herself and placed her pen on the signature line.

After signing the contract, the sales assistant brought out a red gift box containing a bouquet of flowers and a brand-new car key.

"Madam, congratulations on picking up your car! Come, stand next to the car, let me take a picture of you as a souvenir."

Wenjing stood next to the new car, holding flowers, her smile a little stiff.

Ding Heng also took out his phone and pointed it at her: "Smile."

Wenjing tried to force a smile.

"Click."

The image freezes.

The sales assistant handed her the keys and gave her a few instructions, such as the break-in period, the first maintenance time, and the type of fuel needed.

Wenjing listened attentively and memorized each point.

Stepping out of the 4S store, the sun was shining brightly.

Wenjing held the heavy key in her hand, still feeling dizzy.

I've already got a car in my name before my first year of college is even over?

She pinched her fingers hard; it hurt!

So it's not a dream...

"Get in the car."

Ding Heng got into the passenger seat: "You drive."

Wenjing snapped out of her daze, quickly got into the car, sat in the driver's seat, and started the engine, which emitted a deep and powerful roar.

She shifted gears, lightly pressed the accelerator, and the car smoothly slid out of the parking space and merged into the main road.

She drove very slowly and steadily, just like herself—unhurried and composed.

Ding Heng asked softly, "Can you handle the subsequent license plate matters yourself?"

Wenjing nodded: "Yes, I can handle it."

After driving for a while, Wenjing's anxiety gradually subsided.

"Ding Heng".

"Um?"

"Why did you buy me such a big car? I'm a girl, a small sedan is enough for me..."

"Why not?"

Ding Heng's lips curled into a slight smile: "Don't you find it quite amusing that a little rabbit is driving a big truck?"

Wenjing blushed: "What do you mean by 'little rabbit, big car'... You're the rabbit..."

Ding Heng chuckled and reached out to ruffle her hair. "Alright, let's get serious. I know you're shy, so I chose a car with a low-key logo to avoid gossip at school. But I didn't want to buy you anything too cheap, so I picked this one."

Wenjing pursed her lips, feeling warm inside, but still muttered something.

"You don't need to buy such an expensive one. I don't need to use the car that often."

"If I buy you something too cheap, how will I buy Yanxi something expensive later?"

"Oh, is that so?"

The car stopped at a red light, and Wenjing turned her head to look at Ding Heng.

"Ding Heng".

"Um?"

"Thanks."

"What are you thanking me for?"

"Thank you for buying me the car."

"Silly girl."

Ding Heng reached out and gently pressed his thumb on her cheek.

When the green light came on, Wenjing stepped on the gas, and the car continued to drive forward.

"What do we do now?"

Ding Heng glanced at his phone: "Let's pick up Yan hope first. It's been a week since we last saw each other. I need to give you both a good servicing of your car lights tonight."

Wenjing can now occasionally understand Ding Heng's teasing, but she blushes and doesn't respond.

As the car turned into the gate of Zhongnan University, Zhao Yanxi could be seen waiting by the roadside in the distance.

Wenjing parked the car in front of her, and before she could even turn off the engine, Zhao Yanxi jumped over and tapped on the car window with her fingers.

Lowering the car window, Wenjing met her best friend's teasing face and smiled shyly.

"Yan hope..."

"Wow!!!"

Zhao Yanxi exaggeratedly drew out her words, bending over and leaning against the window, "Beautiful lady, your new car is so cool! Can I sit in the passenger seat?"

"Yan hope, stop fooling around..."

Wenjing blushed with embarrassment and muttered softly.

Zhao Yanxi straightened up with a grin, opened the back door of the car, climbed in, and leaned close to Ding Heng.

"Brother Ding Heng!"

She turned to the side and took the man's arm: "Did you miss me?"

"good."

Ding Heng responded lazily.

"What do you mean by 'okay'?"

Zhao Yanxi pouted in dissatisfaction, increasing the pressure on her hand: "I think about you every single day!"

Wenjing found the cheesy talk nauseating and got goosebumps all over her body. She stepped on the gas and drove towards the Chujiang Hotel.

The car drove out of the school gate and merged into the main road.

Zhao Yanxi leaned against the back of the driver's seat and began to bombard him with questions: "Brother Ding Heng, was the capital fun? Did you finish all the important business? What exactly did you do? Who did you meet?"

A barrage of questions came at him, and Ding Heng answered a few of them selectively, without Zhao Yanxi pressing for details.

She didn't clamor for Ding Heng to buy her a car or anything like that, probably because she knew what was going on.

Because of her father's business, it was always inconvenient for Zhao Yanxi to drive a luxury car.

Besides... men have their own plans, and they will give what they deserve when it's time, without showing favoritism.

The car came to a stop in front of the Chujiang Hotel.

The three got out of the car, walked through the lobby as if they knew the way well, and entered the private elevator of the presidential suite.

The elevator doors closed, and the car was quiet for a moment.

Zhao Yanxi suddenly seemed to remember something and turned to look at Ding Heng: "Oh right, Brother Ding Heng, where are the gifts you brought us?"

Ding Heng leaned against the elevator wall: "It's on me."

"On your body?"

Zhao Yanxi blinked, then immediately leaned closer, rummaging through his coat pockets with both hands: "Where? Where? I can't find it!"

Ding Heng let her fuss for a while, then raised his hand to hold her mischievous little hand, lowered his head close to her ear, and smiled inscrutablely.

"Don't rush... I've been saving it for a whole week."

"One week..."

Zhao Yanxi licked her lips, her breathing becoming heavier.

The man was essentially telling her, "Don't worry, I didn't steal any meat while I was out. I saved it all for you two..."

Unlike Zhao Yanxi, Wen Jing was quick-witted.

She instinctively shrank back, already plotting in her mind whether she could find an excuse to hide in her side room tonight.

But then she thought, even if Ding Heng were willing to let her go, Zhao Yanxi definitely wouldn't...

She secretly glanced at Zhao Yanxi.

Zhao Yanxi remained in the position where Ding Heng held her wrist, her face showing no fear, but instead slowly flushing red.

Her bright eyes seemed to be ignited by something, moist and almost overflowing with love.

Wenjing sighed deeply and lowered her head resignedly.

It’s over.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder; I'm afraid I'm in for a big surprise tonight.

Sure enough, there's a price to pay when a man buys you a car...