Chapter 192: The Fairy's Face is Like a Peach Blossom

Hua Qing stood frozen in the driver's seat, a warm, large hand still covering her eyes.

"you……"

Her voice was weak, and her mind was a complete mess.

How did Ding Heng come to be?

They were video chatting just four hours ago?

Even if you hang up the phone and leave immediately to catch the next flight, land, exit the station, and take a taxi...

"My girlfriend isn't feeling well, so of course I have to come and see her."

Ding Heng released his hand, and Hua Qing looked at the familiar face in the rearview mirror.

The man was dressed simply, his hair was much neater than when we last met, and his chin was clean-shaven.

He leaned back in his chair, looking relaxed, as if he were just going downstairs to pick up a package, rather than suddenly appearing in her car after traveling over a thousand kilometers.

"Wait for me..."

Hua Qing took a deep breath, pushed open the car door, and felt her thighs go weak as her feet touched the ground.

My heart was pounding!

She walked briskly toward the restaurant entrance, but stopped halfway there, looked back, and made sure she wasn't hallucinating.

Ding Heng had already moved to the driver's seat and waved to her.

Hua Qing turned around and quickened her pace.

After returning to the restroom for a quick and easy rest, she went to the mirror and took three deep breaths.

He ran his fingers through his hair, wiped away the fine beads of sweat from his forehead, took a deep breath, and pushed open the door to go out.

At the corner of the corridor, Fan Chenxi was leaning against the wall waiting for her, holding a takeout cup of plum juice.

"Hua Qing, are you alright? You've been gone for so long."

"It's alright, let's go..."

The group chatted and laughed as they walked out.

Hua Qing lagged behind, walking slower than usual.

After leaving the restaurant, everyone's eyes turned to Hua Qing's car, where half of her body was leaning out of the driver's side window.

Ding Hengchong and the others nodded, their smiles polite.

"Hello, I'm Hua Qing's boyfriend, Ding Heng."

Fan Chenxi paused for a second, then turned to look at Hua Qing with a playful smile.

"Oh... no wonder Hua Qing took so long."

Feng Leyi pushed up her glasses, her expression not changing much, and casually made a joke.

Su Zhiyi, however, took a few extra glances at Ding Heng, her envy and jealousy barely concealed.

"Hua Qing, your boyfriend is really handsome."

"fine……"

Hua Qing was completely unskilled at handling such situations and stammered in response.

Fan Chenxi had already moved closer to the car window, smiling and greeting Ding Heng.

"We meet again! Hua Qing has been mentioning you a lot lately!"

"What did she mention about me?"

"Just mention how good you are to her."

"Really... Thank you for taking care of Hanaharu."

Ding Heng said sincerely, "Come to Xingcheng when you have time, I'll treat you to a meal."

"Okay, it's a deal."

Fan Chenxi responded with a smile, then turned and took Feng Leyi's arm.

The three of them took a few steps, then turned back and winked at Hua Qing.

Hua Qing pretended not to see, opened the passenger door, got in, and urged, "Hurry up, hurry up."

Ding Heng started the car and slowly drove it out of the parking space.

In the rearview mirror, Fan Chenxi was still standing there waving at them.

As the car turned the corner, the gazes and noise were left behind.

The carriage fell silent. Hua Qing leaned back in her seat, staring blankly ahead, her mind still a jumble of thoughts.

She wanted to ask, but didn't know where to begin, and hesitated several times before finally speaking.

Ding Heng reached out and gently patted her thigh: "Ask whatever you want, stop beating around the bush."

Hua Qing was startled by Ding Heng's slap and instinctively sat up straight.

"How...how did you get here?"

"I came by plane."

"I know it's by plane... I mean, how did you get here so fast?"

Hua Qing counted on her fingers: "It's only been a little over four hours since we hung up the phone. Even if you left immediately after hanging up, catch the next flight, land, exit the station, take a taxi..."

She couldn't calculate it.

The numbers were tangled up in my head, and the more I tried to calculate, the more confused I became.

"Does this even need to be asked, senior?"

Ding Heng glanced at her sideways and teased, "I can't exactly teleport to the capital out of thin air, can I?"

Hua Qing choked.

She knew she had asked a stupid question; no matter how she got to the capital, the man was sitting right next to her.

But she still couldn't understand it.

More than four hours.

The flight from Changsha to the capital takes about two and a half hours, plus the time spent going to and from the airport, security checks, and waiting...

All things considered, there was just enough time.

If Ding Heng had left immediately after hanging up the phone, if there had been a suitable flight, if he had gotten through all the green lights after landing, if there had been no queue for a taxi...

She calculated each item one by one, going through them step by step.

Every step must be executed precisely, without a single second wasted.

Hua Qing's nose suddenly felt a little sore.

It felt like something was stuck in my throat, unable to go up or down.

She turned her head away, pretending to look at the scenery outside the window, and blinked hard a few times to force back the moisture.

Did Ding Heng really go to such lengths for her?

She continued, "Then how did you know I ate at this restaurant?"

Ding Heng's tone remained relaxed: "I bought this car, it can be tracked, so it makes perfect sense, right?"

Hua Qing said "Oh" and didn't ask any more questions.

It's indeed reasonable.

Ding Heng bought the car, so he certainly has the right to know its real-time location.

As for how he got on the bus...

Hua Qing didn't ask any more questions, nor did she bother to.

Anyway, it's pointless to ask; men never answer her questions honestly.

Ding Heng turned a corner: "Is there anything else you'd like to ask?"

Hua Qing thought for a moment and then shook her head.

She had nothing left to ask, or rather, she had too many questions and didn't know where to begin.

Ding Heng reached out and gently pinched Hua Qing's cheek.

"Senior, are you stupid?"

"What's wrong...?"

Hua Qing's face was distorted by Ding Heng's pulling, and she mumbled something indistinctly.

"Why would you take medication to stop menstruation for no reason?"

Ding Heng released his grip, his tone serious: "It has a huge impact on your health, you know that?"

Hua Qing rubbed her cheeks, which had been pinched red, and muttered softly.

"It's not like this is my first time eating it..."

She recounted, "In the past, when there were competitions or important performances, I would take it so as not to miss anything. I would take it for a few days, then stop for a few days, and I never felt uncomfortable."

Ding Heng pressed further, "Then what happened this month?"

Hua Qing lowered her head, her fingers unconsciously tightening around the seatbelt.

"I went to see a doctor, and the doctor told me to stop taking the medication, saying that continuing to take it would pose a serious risk of side effects."

"What side effects?"

"..."

Hua Qing remained silent, a blush creeping onto her pretty face.

Ding Heng then directly exposed the problem.

"Infertility?"

"you……!!"

Hua Qing suddenly raised her head, feeling ashamed and embarrassed.

She raised her small fist and punched Ding Heng, like tickling him. (Good books are never stopped being updated; we await your appreciation.)

"Do you really have to say it?"

Ding Heng stopped the car at the red light and grabbed her wrist, which was flailing wildly.

Hua Qing tried to break free, but couldn't.

Ding Heng reached out with his other hand, pinched Hua Qing's chin, and gently lifted it up.

Hua Qing was forced to raise her head and meet Ding Heng's gaze.

The man's eyes crinkled with amusement, his tone frivolous: "Senior, you haven't already started thinking about having my baby, have you?"

Hua Qing turned her head away, her chin slipping out of Ding Heng's hand, and muttered a curse under her breath as usual.

"Scumbag."

The green light comes on.

Ding Heng gripped the steering wheel again, and the car smoothly drove through the intersection, merging into the traffic.

"Senior, please don't take medication indiscriminately in the future. If your period interferes with training, you can get medication from me."

Hua Qing turned to look at him, her face full of confusion.

"What medicine?"

Ding Heng didn't answer, but slightly turned his head to gesture to her.

Open your mouth.

Hua Qing hesitated for a fraction of a second, then obediently opened her mouth.

Ding Heng removed his right hand from the steering wheel, and with a gentle flick of his thumb and forefinger, a small pill landed on Hua Qing's tongue, its cool touch like a mint candy.

"Swallow it."

Hua Qing obediently did as she was told, and after swallowing, she didn't forget to open her mouth and stick out her tongue again for Ding Heng to check, as if it were some kind of habit she had developed.

A few seconds later, a warm feeling slowly spread from my stomach to my limbs.

Hua Qing reached out and touched her lower abdomen.

Hey! It doesn't hurt anymore?

She blinked, then touched it again.

Is it really not painful anymore?

"What did you give me to eat?"

"No need to ask, senior."

Ding Heng said in a flat tone, "Just like the ointment you put on your leg, it's all good stuff."

Hua Qing pursed her lips and didn't ask any further questions.

She leaned back in her chair, quietly observing Ding Heng's profile, and the more she looked, the more it seemed as if a veil was draped over his face.

Who is he?

Where did all these strange and unusual medicines come from?

The car came to a stop in front of the apartment building.

Ding Heng turned off the engine, opened the door, and got out of the car.

Hua Qing followed behind, her steps much lighter than usual.

My lower abdomen no longer hurts, my legs are no longer weak, and even my mood has improved a bit.

As the elevator ascends, the numbers on it jump one by one.

Hua Qing stood beside Ding Heng, her shoulder almost touching his arm.

She hesitated, neither deliberately creating distance nor daring to take the initiative to link arms with him.

Finally, the elevator doors opened, and the two unlocked the door and entered the house.

Black Bean jumped down from the cat tree, ran to Hua Qing's feet and rubbed against her, then circled around to Ding Heng's feet, tilted its head up and meowed at him.

Ding Heng bent down and scooped it up, then rubbed its chin.

"Why is Black Bean so thin? Are you abusing it?"

No way.

Hua Qing changed into slippers, snatched the black bean from Ding Heng's hands, and hugged it to her chest.

"It might not be used to the imported cat food I bought for it."

Ding Heng walked to the sofa, slumped down, and let out a long breath.

"worn out."

Hua Qing sat down next to him, holding Hei Dou in her arms, and turned her head to look at him.

"Do you want to take a nap?"

"Um."

Ding Heng closed his eyes, his voice muffled: "I'm exhausted from the journey, I need to catch up on some sleep."

As soon as the man finished speaking, his breathing gradually calmed down, as if he had fallen asleep.

Hua Qing placed the black beans on the ground, tiptoed to her feet, went to the bedroom to get a thin blanket, and gently covered Ding Heng with it.

Then she sat back down and quietly watched him.

The man's breathing was even, and his brow was relaxed.

As Hua Qing watched, a jumble of thoughts slowly settled in her mind.

The man did so much for her...

But what have I done for him?

Hua Qing began to think seriously and felt increasingly that she had given too little, so little that she felt embarrassed.

Hua Qing took a deep breath and got up again to walk into the dressing room.

She stood in front of the wardrobe, her gaze sweeping over the rows of clothes.

Hanfu, everyday clothes, practice clothes, performance costumes...

Her fingers traced along the clothes hanger, finally stopping in front of a drawer.

pull away.

Several pairs of stockings were neatly folded inside.

Black, white, flesh-colored, translucent, opaque...

She chose the thinnest pair, black 5D stockings.

Then take off the casual pants and slowly put the stockings on your feet.

The silky material glides upwards along the skin, past the ankles, calves, and knees, all the way down to the waist.

She looked at herself in the mirror, then turned and went back to the living room, where Ding Heng was still lying on the sofa.

Hua Qing walked up to Ding Heng, knelt down, and gently pushed his shoulder.

"Ding Heng, wake up."

no response.

She pushed it again.

Ding Heng looked at her for two seconds, then his gaze slowly moved down from her face to her legs encased in black stockings.

Hua Qing began to feel uncomfortable and subconsciously wanted to cover her legs with a blanket, but she held back and let the man look at her to his heart's content.

Ding Heng reached out and grabbed Hua Qing's wrist, giving it a gentle tug.

Hua Qing leaned forward and fell into his arms.

Ding Heng had one arm around Hua Qing's slender waist, and the other hand gently... "Senior, are you trying to trick me into going inside with you?"

Hua Qing buried her face in his chest: "Go if you want, don't go if you don't."

The two of them just nestled on the sofa, neither of them moving.

After a while, Ding Heng spoke again.

"Senior."

"Um?"

"Is there something you want me to do?"

Hua Qing didn't answer, burying her face even deeper.

Ding Heng chuckled and gently patted the back of her head.

"Let's do it another day. Your period hasn't ended yet. Get some rest."

Hua Qing lifted her head from Ding Heng's embrace and their eyes met.

The man's eyes were gentle, not at all as eager as she had expected.

I was worried you wouldn't be comfortable sleeping on the sofa.

"fine."

"and you……"

"It feels so good to be able to sleep with my senior in my arms."

Ding Heng closed his eyes again and tightened his arms a little.

Hua Qing listened to Ding Heng's steady heartbeat, her breath brushing against his skin.

"Ding Heng".

"Um?"

"Thanks."

Ding Heng didn't say anything, but gently placed a kiss on Hua Qing's head.

You're welcome, darling.

"Ugh! Who's your baby?"

The fairy lowered her eyes, shy and timid... her face was like a peach blossom.

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