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Chapter 222 Interactions Under the Dinner Table

After the start of the school year, life went on uneventfully.

Ding Heng's studies were not heavy, and he basically divided his remaining time equally among the girls, occasionally taking a trip to the capital.

On weekends, a few girls would tacitly get together and spend the whole day cozy up in their duplex apartment by the Xiangjiang River.

Pema's university life was a completely different story.

The little girl was like a bird released from its cage, finding everything new and exciting, and she would send messages to Ding Heng from time to time.

Complaining about the dorms, complaining about the cafeteria — even taking pictures of people queuing for food and sending them along with a long string of laughing and crying emojis.

"Hey bro! Someone in our dorm is snoring like a ton of bricks! I didn't sleep a wink last night!"

"Dude! The school's internet is terrible! The latency for a game is over 200ms, it's driving me crazy!"

"Brother—I want to eat Sister Jiang's cooking. The school food is inedible!"

Voice messages kept popping up on Ding Heng's phone from morning till night.

Ding Heng didn't know how long the girl's excitement would last, but he would open and listen to every message, occasionally replying with a few meaningless words like "drink more hot water," "go to bed early," or "you'll get used to it."

In his view, it was better for Baima to share these trivial matters with him than to keep them to himself.

But is this a good thing or a bad thing?

That afternoon, after the last class, Wenjing went straight to the parking lot, drove out of the school gate, and merged into the evening rush hour traffic.

Central South University is not far from Hubei University, but the road conditions in the university town during the evening rush hour are really worrying.

Wenjing walked and stopped frequently, and by the time she picked up Zhao Yanxi, nearly forty minutes had passed.

"I'm exhausted—I had a full afternoon of classes, and I still have a ton of homework."

Zhao Yanxi opened the car door, sat in the passenger seat, threw her bag into the back seat, and slumped back in her seat.

Then he turned his head and asked, "Where's Brother Ding Heng?"

"Going to pick up Baima."

Wenjing looked straight ahead: "Tomorrow is the weekend, we'll have dinner at the villa tonight. We've got some fresh lamb from Tibet."

"Doesn't Baima have a car? —"

"Electric scooters are just not very convenient."

Zhao Yanxi said "Oh" and leaned back in her chair without replying.

As the car turned the corner, streetlights began to illuminate the street one by one.

Zhao Yanxi suddenly spoke.

"Little Jingjing".

"Um?

'

"Have you noticed—Ding Heng and Bai Ma have been contacting each other quite frequently lately?"

Wenjing glanced at Zhao Yanxi, then turned back.

"Is there?"

"Yes, I have."

Zhao Yanxi sat up straight: "You forgot about the night before last? We were doing serious business when she suddenly called Brother Ding Heng, leaving me completely flustered."

Wenjing blushed slightly and coughed twice.

"It's alright—after all, they're siblings. Doesn't Xiaoshu like to call me when something happens at school?"

"Too."

Because Ding Heng didn't mention it, the girls were still unaware that Ding Heng's father and Bai Ma's mother had broken up.

Zhao Yanxi sighed and leaned back in her chair.

She actually had something else to say, such as the fact that Zi Ma and Ding Heng were not related by blood and were not siblings, so it was a bit strange for them to be so close.

However, since the two families are together, Bai Ma is naturally Ding Heng's rightful sister.

"Oh, right."

Wenjing interrupted Zhao Yanxi's thoughts: "Wenshu will be there later, so don't do anything reckless."

Zhao Yanxi rolled her eyes: "What could I possibly do wrong?"

In a quiet but serious tone, she asked, "What do you think?!"

"Okay, okay."

Zhao Yanxi raised her hands, giving a wry smile in surrender: "I was just a third wheel who came over for meals, okay?"

Wenjing pouted, stepped on the gas, and the car accelerated to merge into the lane.

Upon arriving at the villa, Ding Heng and Lin Man's car was already parked in the garage, indicating that they were the last to arrive.

Wenjing parked the car and went upstairs with Zhao Yanxi.

The aroma of food wafted from the kitchen, whetting one's appetite.

In the living room, Lin Man, the capable secretary, was helping Sister Jiang set out the dishes and chopsticks. She looked up and smiled at the two of them.

On the sofa, Ding Heng held a cup of hot tea, looking relaxed.

On the carpet in front of them, Baima and Wenshu were playing Just Dance with Switch controllers, jumping around in front of the TV screen.

Baima had just arrived home and taken a shower. She was only wearing a men's oversized short-sleeved shirt, and her two short legs were dazzlingly white.

Wen Shu, who was standing to the side, hadn't had time to change out of her school uniform yet. Her movements were a beat slower than Bai Ma's, and she always missed the rhythm, which made Bai Ma keep complaining.

"Left, left, left! Why are you going to the right?!"

"I...I can't keep up—"

"Listen to the rhythm! Boom boom boom! Follow me!"

The two little girls were jumping around so enthusiastically that neither of them noticed anyone entering the room.

It wasn't until Wenjing walked over and sat down on the sofa that Baima realized what was happening.

She immediately put down the controller and ran over happily.

"Sister-in-law! You're here!"

Her voice was clear and crisp, and her smile was radiant.

"Um."

Zhao Yanxi responded reflexively.

But as soon as she said it, she immediately regretted it and became wary, looking past Baima to Wenshu.

Wen Shu was bending down to pick up the handle that had fallen to the ground. She seemed not to have noticed the "sister-in-law" she had just heard. She just turned around and smiled at Wen Jing, saying, "Sister."

"Um."

Wenjing responded in a calm tone.

Zhao Yanxi breathed a sigh of relief, secretly thinking that this couldn't be kept secret forever.

Is there any way to do this?

You can't just tell Wenshu directly, "Your sister, your brother-in-law, me, and your brother-in-law's secretary, the few of us living together in a shameless way," can you?

It's absurd just to think about it.

Then I thought about the mess at home...

Zhao Yanxi sighed softly.

Forget it, let's just let things slide for now and not look down on each other.

Dinner began quickly.

Sister Jiang's cooking skills are as good as ever.

The lamb is prepared in three ways: stir-fried, stewed, and braised. There's also a large plate of her homemade spicy crayfish, plus several other home-style stir-fries.

The atmosphere at the table became lively, and the group ate and chatted.

Wenjing sat next to Ding Heng, slowly peeling shrimp, occasionally interjecting with a few words, her manner perfectly measured.

"Give."

She peeled one and put it in Ding Heng's bowl, then picked up another and continued peeling, her movements fluid and graceful.

Ding Heng didn't react much; he picked up the food and ate it, as if he was already used to being served.

Zhao Yanxi said sarcastically, "Oh, Xiao Jingjing is so virtuous."

"Zhao Yanxi!"

Wenjing was so embarrassed that she tried to gently kick her under the table, but her legs were too short to reach.

Zhao Yanxi instinctively dodged, but her knee accidentally bumped into Ding Heng's calf.

"Oh dear, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry."

She apologized verbally, but instead of pulling her foot back, she stepped on Ding Heng's instep.

Wenjing's toes darted over from the other side, gently touching Ding Heng's ankle, signaling the man to help teach Zhao Yanxi a lesson.

The large round tablecloth on the dining table hung very low, perfectly covering everything underneath.

Ding Heng, without changing his expression, picked up a piece of spare rib and put it in his mouth, chewing slowly.

On the instep of her right foot, Zhao Yanxi gently stepped on it with her sole. The white socks were thin and warm to the touch.

On its left ankle, the little white rabbit's bare foot was gently rubbing.

Zhao Yanxi's feet are a bit big, but they are well-defined, and you can clearly feel the outline of her toes when you step on them.

Wenjing's feet were small and fleshy, soft and smooth to the touch, like the pink paw pads of a small animal. Suddenly, Lin Man quietly slipped her feet out of her slippers, her black-stockinged soles pressed against Ding Heng's calves, slowly rubbing upwards along his trouser leg.

Lin Man's feet were beautiful, with high arches and long toes, and the force she applied when stepping on Ding Heng's leg was just right.

Ding Heng first responded to Zhao Yanxi gently with his toes.

Zhao Yanxi immediately understood, and gently scratched his instep with her toes, as if asking—what are we doing tonight?

Wenjing's ankle brushed against her, silently making her presence known.

Lin Man continued to move her foot upwards, pressing her heel against Ding Heng's knee with a gentle push.

Ding Heng took a deep breath, preparing to respond under the table, when he felt another strange sensation in his right foot.

Something small and light peered out from the side.

It was a pair of feet wearing thin cotton socks, hesitating and tentatively exploring.

Her toes were rounded, her arches were shallow, and her feet were narrow, like those of a young girl who hadn't fully grown in.

Ding Heng raised an eyebrow slightly.

Wen Shu would never do such a thing; that would be Yi Bai Ma.

After her small feet touched Ding Heng's ankles, they immediately withdrew.

A few seconds later, she slowly reached out again, this time more carefully, only daring to lightly touch the instep with her toes.

Tap once, and it retracts. Tap again, and it retracts again.

Like a little pet that has just been bought by its owner, it is slowly testing its owner's limits.

Ding Heng remained calm and pretended not to notice.

Baima gradually grew bolder and pressed her entire foot against him.

But as soon as Ding Heng moved slightly, Bai Ma's toes immediately curled up, and her whole body trembled slightly in the chair.

Then, seemingly realizing she was being too cowardly, she slowly spread her toes and tentatively tried to pinch Ding Heng's calf.

I clamped it once, then clamped it again.

The force was much lighter than Zhao Yanxi's, like tickling.

Suddenly, Ding Heng squeezed his toes together forcefully.

"what!"

Baima let out a short gasp, sprang up from her chair, which then tilted backward, causing her to fall to the ground with a thud, sprawled out and looking utterly disheveled.

The table fell silent instantly.

Everyone turned their heads in unison.

Wen Shu was the first to react and quickly put down her chopsticks to help her.

"Bai Ma! Are you alright?"

"N-nothing's wrong—"

Baima got up from the ground, rubbing her sore tailbone, her face showing a mixture of shame and anger.

She glared at Ding Heng resentfully.

Ding Heng slowly sipped his soup, his expression innocent.

Pema gritted her teeth and squeezed out, "I'm full!"

After saying that, he turned around and ran upstairs, his footsteps heavy and thumping.

He was having so much fun secretly playing with the older women, but he was so cruel to her.

Bad prince, you're treating people differently!