Chapter 207: The Sibling Clause!
Ding Heng glanced at Bai Ma and couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"Shout whatever you want, they are them, we are us, let's each keep to ourselves."
After hearing Ding Heng's answer, Baima finally perked up a little.
She continued, "What if I still want to slack off after three years? Will you help me, brother?"
Ding Heng hesitated, "Who can say for sure what will happen three years from now?"
He can understand Qu Zhen.
It's not difficult to raise a white horse for a lifetime.
But unless absolutely necessary, who would want their only daughter to be a good-for-nothing rich kid who just loafs around and has no purpose in life?
Therefore, Ding Heng dared not make any definitive statements.
If, after I give her my guarantee, Baima completely gives up and abandons her efforts, I would really be letting down Quzhen's hard work.
Not getting the answer she wanted, Baima pouted unhappily.
She then said, "Let's not talk about that for now. You can't go back on your promise to me."
Ding Heng was puzzled: "What did I promise you?"
"Buy a car!"
Baima sat up straight and raised her voice: "You promised you'd buy it for me once I got my driver's license!"
"You haven't gotten your driver's license yet, have you?"
"Almost there, just need to finish the third part of the driving test."
Are you sure you can pass?
"Don't worry, it'll be perfect on the first try! Let's choose the car model in the next couple of days."
"Is it really necessary to be in such a hurry?"
"I don't care, you promised anyway..."
……
The two bickered and chatted for a while, then drove the car back into the villa area and parked it in the garage.
They got out of the car, went upstairs, and both of them collapsed onto the sofa.
"Brother."
"Um?"
"Will you be free tonight?"
Ding Heng thought for a moment.
Zhao Yanxi and Wen Jing both returned to Zhuzhou, Hua Qing went back to her hometown, and Lin Man is going to Hong Kong tomorrow.
It seems I actually have some free time.
He replied, "Yes, why?"
Baima tentatively asked, "Then will you play games with me?"
Ding Heng sarcastically said, "Hey Baima, you're making me buy a car and then making me entertain you. What do you take me for?"
"Of course, he's the absolute best... in the entire universe... Brother!"
Bai Ma blinked her big eyes, her tone sickeningly sweet.
"Come on."
Ding Heng said irritably, "I'm your brother, not your ATM and gaming partner."
"I know..."
Baima ran and crawled to Ding Heng, put her hands on his shoulders, and smiled up at him.
"Isn't it natural for an older brother to be good to his younger sister?"
Before she finished speaking, Baima leaned over again, about to give Ding Heng a kiss on the face.
Ding Heng reacted quickly, turning his head to dodge.
"Save your breath, stop using this trick all the time."
"Brother~"
Baima persisted, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck and pressing her entire body against him.
The little girl was light and fluffy, with little weight and a soft, delicate milky scent.
The pink and white short-sleeved shirt was made of a light and thin fabric, and her chest was pressed against Ding Heng's arm. She looked as innocent and youthful as a flower bud that had not yet fully bloomed.
Two bare calves rubbed against Ding Heng's knees, their skin smooth and slippery.
"Brother~"
Baima called out again, bringing her face even closer, her nose almost touching Ding Heng's chin, her warm breath brushing against him.
Her small face had big, bright eyes that blinked rapidly.
His lips were slightly pouting. It's tender, with a moist sheen like jelly.
Unable to resist her rubbing against him, Ding Heng reached out and pressed down on her shoulder, gently pushing her away.
"Alright, alright, stop fooling around."
"Then promise me~"
Bai Ma staggered back half a step after being pushed by Ding Heng, but immediately pressed herself back against him. This time, she buried her face in his chest, rubbing against him like an unruly pet.
"What did I promise you?"
"Buy a car."
"Didn't I say we'd talk about it after you get your driver's license?"
"No, we need to agree on this beforehand!"
"Ouch..."
Seeing her pleading look, Ding Heng felt a sudden pang of tenderness in his heart.
This girl is becoming increasingly presumptuous in front of him.
Especially today, it's like it took the wrong medicine; once it came on, it was completely unrestrained...
"How about this?"
Ding Heng said solemnly, "I have a request."
"you say!"
Baima immediately sat up straight and pricked up her ears.
"Isn't there still more than twenty days of summer vacation left?"
Ding Heng instructed, "Find a part-time job. I'll multiply the amount you earn by 100, and the final number will be your budget for buying a car."
Baima blinked and began to calculate.
Earn one thousand, multiply by one hundred, and you get one hundred thousand.
Earn 10,000, multiply by 100, and you get a million.
She originally wanted to buy a car worth around 500,000 yuan, so she needed to earn... 5,000 yuan.
More than 20 days, 5,000 yuan.
Two hundred and fifty a day.
Baima slapped his thigh and exclaimed, "Deal!"
Ding Heng raised an eyebrow: "Have you thought it through?"
"I've made up my mind!"
Pema patted her flat chest vigorously, full of confidence: "It's just making some money, how hard can it be?"
"I've already said so."
Ding Heng said sternly, "You're not allowed to take on part-time jobs like escort services. You need to find a proper job."
Baima was taken aback.
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"Why? Why isn't being a gaming companion a legitimate job?"
"I say no, so it's no."
Ding Heng remained unmoved: "I am Party A, and the final interpretation right rests with me."
"But……"
"No buts."
Ding Heng interrupted her: "I will give you the detailed terms tonight. If you violate the rules, the deal will be void immediately."
The man's expression was serious; he didn't seem to be joking.
"OK!"
Baima gritted her teeth and nodded vigorously: "It's just making money, how hard can it be!"
After dinner, Ding Heng tossed a document in front of Bai Ma.
The printing was neat, and each item was numbered, making it look quite formal.
Ding Heng then took out a black ballpoint pen and placed it aside.
"Take a look."
"contract?"
Baima reached out and picked up the contract, glancing at the title first—"Several Clauses Regarding Baima Yangjin's Summer Part-Time Job to Earn a Car Purchase Fund."
Her lips twitched.
"Brother, you're making it sound like you're signing a contract to sell yourself into servitude..."
"Read the contents first."
Baima pouted and looked down.
[Article 1: During the part-time period, no illegal or disorderly activities may be engaged in, and no one may participate in or assist others in illegal or criminal activities in any form.]
Baima nodded, "This one is fine."
[Article 2: During the part-time period, no form of soft work is permitted, including but not limited to companionship, chat services, suggestive live streaming, or private cosplay photography. Upon discovery, the agreement will be terminated immediately.]
Baima raised her head, her eyes filled with resentment.
"None of these work?"
"No!"
"On what grounds?"
"I'm in charge."
Baima gritted her teeth and continued reading.
[Article 3: During the part-time period, you must not seek any form of external assistance, including but not limited to borrowing money from friends to make up the difference, finding someone to do the work for you, or using other people's resources to take shortcuts. In particular, you must not seek any form of assistance from Wenjing, Zhao Yanxi, Hua Qing, or Lin Man.]
Baima gasped.
Goodness, all of my sisters-in-law have been blacklisted.
"Brother, you're driving me to my doom!"
"Keep watching."
Baima took a deep breath and looked down.
[Article 4: The initial investment for the part-time job is 200 yuan. Food, lodging, and transportation will be provided by Sister Jiang at your home, and no fees will be charged. However, all personal expenses other than basic food and lodging, including but not limited to shopping, entertainment, transportation, and communication, will be deducted from your earned income.]
Baima frowned.
This means that she can't use all the money she earns as the base for her car purchase fund; she has to deduct her own daily allowance first.
"Brother, aren't you being a bit too shrewd with your calculations?"
"Keep watching."
Ding Heng raised his chin.
Baima bowed her head again.
[Article 5: If the total net income during the summer part-time job is less than RMB 2,000 (inclusive), then Pema Yangjin must strictly obey all reasonable arrangements made by Ding Heng during her subsequent university studies and shall not raise any objections.]
[Article 6: Ding Heng reserves the right to the final interpretation of this agreement.]
Baima suddenly raised her head.
"Brother! What do you mean by this?"
"Literal meaning."
What does "everything is reasonably arranged" mean?
"It means exactly what it says."
Ding Heng crossed his legs, his expression nonchalant.
Baima retorted, "So, if I don't earn two thousand yuan, I'll have to listen to you after I go to university?"
"right."
"You'll listen to anything?"
"right."
"You tell me to go east, but I can't go west?"
"right."
"You're telling me I can't sleep in until 6 a.m.?"
"right."
"You made me..."
"Pema".
Ding Heng interrupted her, his tone calm: "Do you really have that little confidence in yourself?"
Bai Ma's words were stuck in her throat.
Ding Heng goaded him, "Two thousand yuan. There are still more than twenty days left in summer vacation. That's less than a hundred yuan a day. If you can't even earn that, do you think you have the right to bargain with me?"
Baima opened her mouth, then closed it again.
Ding Heng is right.
It's less than a hundred yuan a day, even if you just hand out flyers or wait tables, you'd earn more than that.
Even if she, Baima Yangjin, is a complete waste of money, surely she can earn at least two thousand yuan?
Baima took a deep breath and picked up her pen.
"I'll sign!"
"Have you thought it through?"
"I've made up my mind."
Pema turned to the last page and wrote her name in the signature column—Pema Yangjin.
The handwriting is neat and tidy, with each stroke carefully written.
After writing, she extended her right index finger, smeared it on the ink pad Ding Heng handed her, and then pressed down heavily to leave a bright red fingerprint.
Ding Heng picked up the agreement and nodded in satisfaction: "Okay, let's start tomorrow."
Pema wiped the ink residue from her fingertips with a tissue, her eyes stubborn.
"Brother, you wait. It's just two thousand dollars, I'm sure I can earn it."
"I'll be waiting."
Ding Heng smiled slightly, full of confidence.
In his view, the probability of Baima earning 2000 is extremely low.
Regardless, we should still try our best to guide her onto the right path.
To avoid having to raise a useless younger sister in the future...
Her lips twitched.
"Brother, you're making it sound like you're signing a contract to sell yourself into servitude..."
"Read the contents first."
Baima pouted and looked down.
[Article 1: During the part-time period, no illegal or disorderly activities may be engaged in, and no one may participate in or assist others in illegal or criminal activities in any form.]
Baima nodded, "This one is fine."
[Article 2: During the part-time period, no form of soft work is permitted, including but not limited to companionship, chat services, suggestive live streaming, or private cosplay photography. Upon discovery, the agreement will be terminated immediately.]
Baima raised her head, her eyes filled with resentment.
"None of these work?"
"No!"
"On what grounds?"
"I'm in charge."
Baima gritted her teeth and continued reading.
[Article 3: During the part-time period, you must not seek any form of external assistance, including but not limited to borrowing money from friends to make up the difference, finding someone to do the work for you, or using other people's resources to take shortcuts. In particular, you must not seek any form of assistance from Wenjing, Zhao Yanxi, Hua Qing, or Lin Man.]
Baima gasped.
Goodness, all of my sisters-in-law have been blacklisted.
"Brother, you're driving me to my doom!"
"Keep watching."
Baima took a deep breath and looked down.
[Article 4: The initial investment for the part-time job is 200 yuan. Food, lodging, and transportation will be provided by Sister Jiang at your home, and no fees will be charged. However, all personal expenses other than basic food and lodging, including but not limited to shopping, entertainment, transportation, and communication, will be deducted from your earned income.]
Baima frowned.
This means that she can't use all the money she earns as the base for her car purchase fund; she has to deduct her own daily allowance first.
"Brother, aren't you being a bit too shrewd with your calculations?"
"Keep watching."
Ding Heng raised his chin.
Baima bowed her head again.
[Article 5: If the total net income during the summer part-time job is less than RMB 2,000 (inclusive), then Pema Yangjin must strictly obey all reasonable arrangements made by Ding Heng during her subsequent university studies and shall not raise any objections.]
[Article 6: Ding Heng reserves the right to the final interpretation of this agreement.]
Baima suddenly raised her head.
"Brother! What do you mean by this?"
"Literal meaning."
What does "everything is reasonably arranged" mean?
"It means exactly what it says."
Ding Heng crossed his legs, his expression nonchalant.
Baima retorted, "So, if I don't earn two thousand yuan, I'll have to listen to you after I go to university?"
"right."
"You'll listen to anything?"
"right."
"You tell me to go east, but I can't go west?"
"right."
"You're telling me I can't sleep in until 6 a.m.?"
"right."
"You made me..."
"Pema".
Ding Heng interrupted her, his tone calm: "Do you really have that little confidence in yourself?"
Bai Ma's words were stuck in her throat.
Ding Heng goaded him, "Two thousand yuan. There are still more than twenty days left in summer vacation. That's less than a hundred yuan a day. If you can't even earn that, do you think you have the right to bargain with me?"
Baima opened her mouth, then closed it again.
Ding Heng is right.
It's less than a hundred yuan a day, even if you just hand out flyers or wait tables, you'd earn more than that.
Even if she, Baima Yangjin, is a complete waste of money, surely she can earn at least two thousand yuan?
Baima took a deep breath and picked up her pen.
"I'll sign!"
"Have you thought it through?"
"I've made up my mind."
Pema turned to the last page and wrote her name in the signature column—Pema Yangjin.
The handwriting is neat and tidy, with each stroke carefully written.
After writing, she extended her right index finger, smeared it on the ink pad Ding Heng handed her, and then pressed down heavily to leave a bright red fingerprint.
Ding Heng picked up the agreement and nodded in satisfaction: "Okay, let's start tomorrow."
Pema wiped the ink residue from her fingertips with a tissue, her eyes stubborn.
"Brother, you wait. It's just two thousand dollars, I'm sure I can earn it."
"I'll be waiting."
Ding Heng smiled slightly, full of confidence.
In his view, the probability of Baima earning 2000 is extremely low.
Regardless, we should still try our best to guide her onto the right path.
To avoid having to raise a useless younger sister in the future...