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Chapter 225 Hua Qing's Daily Life in the Capital

Chapter 225 Hua Qing's Daily Life in the Capital (There will be a bonus chapter for monthly ticket subscribers after midnight, please remember to save your monthly tickets for subscription)

As September drew to a close, the sweltering heat of Changsha still showed no signs of abating.

When Ding Heng landed at the Capital Airport, the sky was high and the clouds were light, a completely different world from the sticky and humid heat of Changsha.

Hua Qing leaned against the car door, wearing a modified blue and white Hanfu dress, her long hair half-tied up, looking aloof and cold.

Ding Heng walked straight up to Hua Qing and teased, "Did you miss me, senior?"

Before Hua Qing could answer, Ding Heng had already reached out and embraced her soft, slender waist, then lowered his head and gently touched her lips.

Warm, soft, and easily separated.

Hua Qing blushed, instinctively leaned back, and raised her hand to push Ding Heng's shoulder, the force as light as a tickle.

"What are you doing—in public—"

"What's wrong with kissing your girlfriend in public? It's not illegal, is it?"

Ding Heng persisted, moving closer again, this time targeting Hua Qing's earlobe.

The warm breath brushed past, and Hua Qing shivered, pushing harder.

"Stop fooling around—"

"No trouble."

Ding Heng's large hand slid down her waist, his fingertips hooking a corner of her skirt.

The fabric was gently lifted, revealing a small section of the calf wrapped in horse oil white silk, smooth and glossy.

"She did wear it, senior is so good."

Ding Heng whispered praise, "Good baby, there will be a reward later."

Hua Qing was so embarrassed that she pushed Ding Heng away again, pressed down her skirt, and turned to get into the passenger seat.

"You drive, let's go."

Ding Heng put the suitcase in the trunk and went around to the driver's seat.

Fasten your seatbelt and the car slowly pulls out of the parking space.

The blush on Hua Qing's face had not completely faded. She stared straight ahead, her expression tense.

Ding Heng gripped the steering wheel with one hand and reached out with the other to pat Hua Qing's head.

"How's your senior doing lately?"

"Fortunately—it's already on the right track."

"Is there any good news?"

"Good news————"

Hua Qing replied, "I'm currently rehearsing a new dance for a theater troupe, which will premiere at the end of the year."

"How long is the performance? Can I come?"

"I'll let you know when the time comes, and I'll reserve a ticket for you."

"Keep a few more photos, I'll take everyone together."

"OK."

Hua Qing's voice was very soft, and her emotions were unreadable.

She continued, "How many days are you staying in the capital this time?"

"Yeah, we'll probably stay a few more days than usual."

"Then...should I take a couple of days off?"

"Need not."

Ding Heng shook his head: "I might not have that much time."

Hua Qing asked in bewilderment, "If you don't have time, why did you come to the capital?"

Ding Heng stated frankly: "I came to see Longhe's concert after it ended, and I might accompany her afterwards."

The carriage was completely silent.

Hua Qing didn't speak, her pink lips pressed tightly into a line.

Ding Heng tentatively asked, "Senior, would you like to come with me?"

"don't want."

Why?

"I need to rehearse."

"If I hadn't just asked, would I still be able to take leave?"

Did I say that?

Hua Qing's tone was harsh, and the smell of vinegar filled the car.

"Okay, okay, okay."

Ding Heng chuckled, "Don't be jealous, the concert is still two days away."

"Who's jealous?!"

Hua Qing's face started to turn red again.

"Don't worry, I'll take good care of you, senior."

Ding Heng raised his hand and placed it on Hua Qing's thigh, which was covered in white stockings made of horse oil, and gently caressed it: "But senior, you have to behave and not throw a tantrum, or you know the consequences—"

"abnormal."

Hua Qing, as usual, squeezed out two words through gritted teeth, then lowered her head and obediently responded, her voice barely audible.

"knew----"

Ding Heng withdrew his hand with satisfaction and gripped the steering wheel again.

After arriving home, absence makes the heart grow fonder.

Black Bean was locked out of the bedroom and scratched at the door in a panic, meowing incessantly, but no one paid any attention to it.

Finally, the door to the master bedroom reopened, revealing a crack.

Black Bean squeezed through the crack in the door, jumped onto the bed to watch the fun, and was then scooped up by a large hand and placed under the bed.

"Meow----"

The black bean looked aggrieved.

Hua Qing never had time to pay attention to the man whenever he came.

In the afternoon, Ding Heng took a bath.

When he came out of the bathroom after changing his clothes, Hua Qing was sitting in front of the dressing table getting her hair done in front of the mirror. She was wearing a new Ming Dynasty-style Hanfu dress.

Ding Heng walked over and rested his chin on Hua Qing's head.

"How's your senior doing?"

"How dare you ask that?!"

Hua Qing glared at him in the mirror, her blush still lingering.

"How about I carry you downstairs?"

"No need! I can walk by myself!"

Hua Qing pushed Ding Heng away, stood up and took a few steps. Although her legs were weak, she still pretended to be nonchalant.

Ding Heng smiled but didn't expose him.

The two went out and downstairs, then drove towards the North Dance Academy.

The campus of Beijing Dance Academy is not large.

Compared to Hunan University, a comprehensive university that occupies the entire foot of Yuelu Mountain, Beijing Dance Academy's area is only about one-tenth, or even one-twentieth, of that.

Several teaching buildings are next to each other, with a small playground in between. It takes about ten minutes to walk from the east gate to the west gate at a leisurely pace.

Some of the buildings are quite old, and although the exterior walls have been repainted, the basic style is still from the 1980s and 90s.

But none of that matters.

The most important thing is that the density of beautiful girls at the Beijing Dance Academy is ridiculously high.

Hua Qing was going to pick up something from a classmate, while Ding Heng leaned against the car door, idly scrolling through his phone, glancing at the campus every now and then.

The girls coming and going all had long legs, walked with a confident stride, and each had a different posture.

Some wore tight-fitting practice clothes, carried dance bags, and moved with light steps.

Some were wearing loose hoodies and yoga pants, with headphone wires hanging down from their necklines, humming songs as they walked.

Some are even better dressed up, walking around campus like they're on a catwalk.

It's a pity that the weather has already turned cold.

Although the temperature in the capital city is still around 20 degrees Celsius during the day at the end of September, the temperature difference between day and night is large, so most girls choose to keep warm, and you can't see their long, white legs that look like they're in summer.

Ding Heng sighed, feeling quite regretful.

After waiting for twenty minutes, Hua Qing's voice suddenly rang out from behind Ding Heng: "What are you looking at?"

Ding Heng turned around: "Senior is back. Why are you walking so quietly?"

"snort!"

Hua Qing's gaze passed over Ding Heng.

A tall girl was slowly walking away, wearing light gray yoga pants and a sports sweatshirt, showing off her figure.

Hua Qing's face visibly darkened.

She clearly saw Ding Heng chatting happily with that girl, laughing and talking.

"Do you know her?"

"Don't know him/her————"

"So you were just chatting with her?"

No.

Ding Heng looked completely innocent: "I needed to use the restroom just now, so I asked someone for directions."

"and then?"

"Then I ran into her again when I came back. She asked me if I had found it, and I said I had and thanked her. Isn't that normal?"

Hua Qing pursed her lips, said nothing, and subconsciously tightened her grip on Ding Heng's arm.

The tall girl suddenly turned around and glanced back.

"? You are... Senior Hanaharu?"

Hua Qing nodded politely.

"Hello there."

"I'm a junior, Zhou Wantang, majoring in ethnic dance."

The girl hurried back, her face beaming with delight: "I went to see the last performance of 'Looking at the Sea,' senior, you danced so well! It's just a pity at the end—"

She realized she had said the wrong thing and quickly shut up.

Hua Qing didn't react much, her tone remaining calm: "Thank you."

Zhou Wantang's gaze shifted between Hua Qing and Ding Heng: "This is—senior's boyfriend?"

Hua Qing tightened her grip on Ding Heng's arm again: "I guess so."

Zhou Wantang exclaimed "Wow!" and looked at Ding Heng with a smile.

"That's a pity."

She waved to Ding Heng, "Bye-bye, handsome. Contact me on WeChat sometime."

"Bye-Bye."

Ding Heng waved to her as well.

Hua Qing was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized: "You added him on WeChat already?"

"Since they took the initiative, I couldn't very well refuse."

Ding Heng shrugged, his face full of innocence.

Hua Qing reached out and gently pinched his waist.

"hiss----"

Ding Heng gasped.

"Senior, what are you doing?"

"Have you seen enough?"

"I didn't see it."

Ding Heng deliberately said, "Don't worry, senior. Apart from having longer legs and bigger breasts than you, she's inferior to you in every other way."

Hua Qing suddenly looked up and glared at him.

"What did you say?"

"I said she's inferior to you in every way."

"Say it again?"

Hua Qing raised her hand and punched him, the force neither too light nor too heavy, like tickling.

Ding Heng took the opportunity to grab her wrist, wrapped his other arm around her waist, and pulled her into his arms.

"Stop fooling around, we're on campus—"

Hua Qing struggled gently but couldn't break free, and her face started to turn red again.

"What's wrong with being on campus? Does that mean I can't hug my girlfriend on campus?"

Ding Heng said matter-of-factly, "It's good to let others know that you're taken, senior, so that no one else will have designs on you."

Hua Qing didn't move again.

She leaned quietly against Ding Heng's chest for a while before speaking in a muffled voice.

"Is it done yet?"

"Let's hug a little longer."

My classmate greeted me.

Ignore it.

Hua Qing sighed and didn't urge him any further.

Half a minute later, Ding Heng finally relaxed and opened Kai Qing's arms.

"Let's go, shall we drive or should I drive?"

"You drive."

Hua Qing lowered her head to straighten her wrinkled collar and said irritably, "I'm afraid you'll make me so angry that I'll floor the gas pedal."

Ding Heng laughed out loud, opened the car door, and got into the driver's seat.

In the evening, Hua Qing took Ding Heng to the mall to pick out a gift.

Today is her teammate's birthday during rehearsal, and there's a dinner party tonight.

When girls give gifts to each other, they often pay attention to a sense of propriety.

Too expensive and it puts pressure on people; too cheap and it seems perfunctory.

Finally, Hua Qing chose a silver ornament that cost a few hundred yuan. It was exquisite yet inexpensive, making it suitable for classmates to exchange as a gift.

Hua Qing is not usually good at handling interpersonal relationships, but she has improved recently, probably because she has been influenced by Lin Man.

At 7 p.m., the dinner was held at a high-end Cantonese restaurant near the Beijing Dance Academy.

Including Hua Qing and Ding Heng, there were about ten people in total, who booked a large round table private room.

Hua Qing's teammates are mostly students from the Beijing Dance Academy, and there are also a few graduate students, all in their early twenties.

When people saw Ding Heng, they couldn't help but ask him a few questions out of curiosity.

Hua Qing remained taciturn as always, simply introducing him as "this is my boyfriend, Ding Heng," and then said no more.

Ding Heng, on the other hand, took the initiative to exchange pleasantries with everyone, his attitude was easygoing and unpretentious, and he handled the situation perfectly.

It was someone else's birthday, and Ding Heng didn't want to steal the spotlight.

He simply offered his blessings and a toast, then quietly stayed by Hua Qing's side as her companion, occasionally serving her food and water, being incredibly considerate.

Fan Chenxi has been staying in the capital recently because of her participation in "Looking at the Sea," and she's doing quite well.

She arrived earlier than Hua Qing and had already mingled with everyone. She had the loudest voice and the loudest laughter.

"Hua Qing, is your boyfriend being unusually well-behaved today?"

Fan Chenxi leaned closer and teased, "He was quite talkative last time I saw him, why is he acting like a timid little wife today?"

Hua Qing glanced at Ding Heng.

Ding Heng was peeling shrimp with his head down, putting the shrimp meat into Hua Qing's bowl, and arranging the shrimp shells neatly on the side of the bone plate, like a well-behaved little puppy.

"They're all strangers, he's hard to talk to."

Hua Qing spoke in a calm tone.

She understood that Ding Heng was giving her face and trying not to be assertive, so as to avoid further rumors circulating on campus that she was being kept by a sugar daddy.

However, when she gets home that evening, she might have to pay a considerable price for her "saving face" —

Those who appear glamorous in public suffer in private!

After the meal, the waiter cleared away the dishes and served fruit and refreshments.

Someone suggested playing Truth or Dare, and everyone readily agreed.

Hua Qing initially wanted to decline, but couldn't resist the urging of the crowd, so she had no choice but to join in.

After several rounds, Hua Qing's luck ran out, and she finally lost.

The adventure slip says to call the most famous person in your phone's contacts.

Hua Qing picked up her phone, her expression subtle.

The most famous person?

She doesn't have many people in her contacts; besides family and classmates, there are only a few colleagues from the theater troupe.

Suddenly, someone spoke up, their tone excited: "Hua Qing, do you have Long He in your contacts?"

The table fell silent instantly, and more than a dozen pairs of eyes turned to look at them.

Hua Qing's finger hovered over the screen, but didn't move.

"Yes, yes, yes! Last time during the 'Looking at the Sea' performance, Longhe even retweeted a Weibo post to help you get votes!"

Another girl chimed in, her tone even more excited: "Hua Qing, you and Long He are such good friends, why didn't you say so sooner?"

Hua Qing opened her mouth as if to say, "I'm not familiar with her," but swallowed the words back.

Are you not familiar with each other?

It doesn't seem to be either.

From Longhe saving her at a dinner party last year, to later dancing for her at her concert, and then helping her share and garner votes for her performance.

The two interacted several times, and Hua Qing remembered them all.

But to say they have a good relationship wouldn't be accurate.

After the two became friends, their chat history was very limited.

It's nothing more than sending a blessing during holidays and occasionally liking a post on social media, that's all.

Hua Qing tried to decline, saying, "They might be rehearsing for a concert right now, it's not convenient for them."

"So you really do have her contact information!"

Wow!

"I might as well call her and ask for a ticket!"

"Could I have one too? I'm willing to pay extra!"

"Me too! Me too!"

The crowd started chattering and commotion, leaving Hua Qing in a dilemma.

"Other people are definitely very busy before their concerts, but me, I————"