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Chapter 231 Elopement? (Part 1)

September 30th, early morning.

Sunrise City Airport.

The morning light comes later in Tibet than in the mainland; the sky only begins to lighten around 7 a.m.

"Let's go, I'll take you inside."

Ding Heng naturally took the luggage from Long He's hands.

"Um."

Long He responded and followed Ding Heng toward the waiting hall.

Baima leaned against the car window, watching the two figures gradually disappear into the distance.

Ding Heng and Long He stood side by side the whole time, occasionally turning their heads to exchange a few words.

Baima pricked up her ears to listen, but unfortunately, she was too far away.

She saw Ding Heng reach out and gently rub Long He's head.

Long He turned her head to dodge, but failed, and then let Ding Heng ruffle her pink hair.

Bai Ma pouted.

My older brother is really capable; he can even make a big star obedient.

Then, Long He raised her hand and lightly punched Ding Heng's chest, as if she were both being coquettish and complaining.

Ding Heng didn't dodge; instead, he leaned close to Long He's ear and whispered something.

Long He's ear tips turned slightly red, and she turned her face away.

Baima watched this unfold and clicked her tongue inwardly.

They hugged, touched, and nibbled on each other's ears, but it didn't feel like the kind of sweet, affectionate relationship that couples have.

If you call it ambiguous, then it is indeed ambiguous.

Calling them brothers seems to make sense.

Compared to the other women, Ding Heng and Long He's relationship has a subtle charm that even Bai Ma can relate to.

The line between herself and Ding Heng seemed equally blurred—they addressed each other as brother and sister.

Baima glanced down at her phone, then looked up at the two people not far away.

It's already 8:20, and if I don't go through security soon, I might miss my flight.

Baima silently thought to herself, "That's enough, Sister Longhe. If you don't leave soon, the plane won't wait. Several of my sisters-in-law are coming this afternoon. Could you please give my brother some time to keep me company?"

As if hearing her thoughts, Ding Heng stepped forward, opened his arms, and gently wrapped his arms around Long He's shoulders.

Long He also raised his hand and patted Ding Heng on the back.

A perfectly ordinary farewell hug.

Ding Heng watched Long He's figure disappear completely around the corner of the security checkpoint before turning back.

Baima quickly climbed from the back seat to the front passenger seat, fastened her seatbelt, and her two short legs, wrapped in light gray cotton socks, dangled on the edge of the seat.

"Brother!"

She called out with a grin, and as soon as Ding Heng got into the car, she immediately went over to him.

"Sister Longhe is gone?"

"Um."

Ding Heng started the car and drove out of the parking lot.

Baima deliberately asked, "Brother, what were you whispering to Sister Longhe just now?"

"What's it to you? Stop meddling!"

"Tch, stingy."

Bai Ma pouted, but didn't ask any further questions.

As the car merged onto the main road, Pema asked again, "Brother, where are we going next?"

"You're a local, you make the arrangements."

"Should I make the arrangements?"

Baima scratched his head: "We've already been to all the places we were supposed to visit these past few days. The rest are just temples and stuff—brother, you're not a Buddhist, so I can't exactly take you on a tour of temples, can I?"

That's true.

Ding Heng chuckled and asked, "Yan hope and the others are arriving this afternoon. What are you planning to do?"

"Let's just go around once again."

Pema shrugged: "There are only so many places to visit in Tibet. It would take at least three or four days to go to all the popular tourist spots."

"It's no fun just visiting tourist attractions all the time."

Ding Heng changed the subject abruptly: "Where is your hometown?"

Baima's short legs suddenly stopped swaying.

"Huh? My hometown?"

Her voice unconsciously lowered: "It's in the pastoral area, very far away. It takes most of the day to drive there. And the climate and living conditions there are quite harsh. I doubt the women there could stand it."

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"Yeah?"

"Definitely!"

Bai Ma raised her voice by half an octave, as if to persuade Ding Heng, or perhaps to persuade herself.

"There isn't even a decent hotel over there, and even taking a shower is a hassle. What would these women do there? Are they just going to suffer?"

Ding Heng remained silent.

Baima added, "And it's late September now, the nights there are already below zero, and it sometimes hailes, it's freezing cold."

"OK."

Ding Heng nodded.

Bai Ma secretly breathed a sigh of relief, her fingers unconsciously tightening around the seatbelt.

At 3 p.m., Ding Heng and Bai Ma returned to the airport and picked up Lin Man, Zhao Yanxi, Wen Jing, Hua Qing and others.

The group followed their tour guide, Baima, and basically repeated the same tour route as Longhe, taking photos and visiting attractions along the way.

However, Lin Man suffered from severe altitude sickness due to vascular problems.

Ding Heng continued to exchange for the [Holy Spirit Pill] from the system, which could remove negative status effects, and fed it to her. However, unlike Long He, Lin Man's condition would only improve for a short time after taking the medicine.

Left with no other choice, the group returned to Chengdu on the third day.

After the plane landed, Lin Man's condition visibly improved.

"call----"

She let out a long breath: "It's still more comfortable at an altitude of over 1,000 meters."

Zhao Yanxi took her arm: "Sister Man, you scared me to death. Those few days, judging from your expression, I thought you were going to die in Tibet."

Lin Man chuckled lightly: "I can't explain it. The boss hasn't had enough fun yet, how could I bear to leave?"

"Sister Man! You're being serious!"

Zhao Yanxi reached out and pinched her.

Lin Man laughed and dodged away, and the two of them started fooling around.

Baima arranged for everyone to stay at Quzhen's villa in Chengdu. After settling their luggage and resting briefly, the girls went out shopping one after another.

Only Lin Man, who had recovered, and Ding Heng, who stayed with her, remained.

Lin Man lay on the bed in the guest room, curled up under the covers. Several days of altitude sickness had made her beautiful face look pale.

Ding Heng sat down beside her, reached out and lifted her head, placing it on his knee.

"What exactly happened?"

He pressed his thumb on Lin Man's temple and rubbed it gently.

Lin Man pondered, "My blood vessels are thinner than normal, so it's usually fine, but the high altitude really makes it difficult to get enough oxygen. I was mentally prepared for this trip to Tibet, but I didn't expect the reaction to be so strong. The medicine you gave me, boss, isn't working."

They were used to Ding Heng being able to pull out all sorts of magical little pills at any time, as for where they came from?

But if the men don't say anything, they won't ask.

"No wonder—I'll be more careful in the future."

The [Holy Spirit Pill] that Ding Heng exchanged could only alleviate the discomfort of altitude sickness symptoms, and ultimately could not fundamentally change the physiological structure.

"Boss~"

Lin Man sat up straight, looking somewhat anxious: "I'm really fine—"

"Alright, alright."

Ding Heng raised his hand and gently patted her face: "What's your rush?"

"They're just afraid the boss will dislike them."

Lin Man leaned back, her voice softening: "This time when we went to Tibet, no one really spent time with the boss."

Ding Heng didn't reply, but continued to gently massage her temples with his fingers.

Lin Man closed her eyes and enjoyed it.

She usually takes care of Ding Heng, but this time, due to her health issues, it's rare for Ding Heng to take care of her.

"Boss."

"Um?

"Have you been worried about me these past few days?"

Lin Man proceeded cautiously, tentatively probing in a soft voice.

Ding Heng's hands didn't stop moving: "Nonsense."

Lin Man pursed her lips, and the corners of her mouth turned up slightly.

She raised her hand and touched Ding Heng's thigh, gently stroking it.

"Boss~ you have no idea, those few days in Tibet, I was lying in bed, really afraid that if something happened to me, I wouldn't be able to serve you anymore————"

"You're already acting horny after just recovering?"

Ding Heng raised his hand and slapped her again, this time with a bit more force than before.

"Smack."

A crisp sound.

"Ouch~"

Lin Man let out a soft cry, covering the reddened spot with her hand, but her eyes became even more alluring.

"I wasn't being horny at all~ I was just telling the truth~"

Ding Heng was aroused by her seductive appearance, and pinched her cheek with one hand, making her lips pout.

"Ugh————"

Lin Man leaned back, letting out a muffled groan.

"Boss~ be gentle!"

Her voice was soft and seductive, and her affected crying only made Ding Heng want to do something more.

"What do you mean by 'light'?"

Ding Heng tightened his grip: "With your body, you shouldn't go to high altitudes in the future."

"They know already~"

Lin Man obediently responded, her tone sweet and cloying.

"Boss."

"Um?

"It's been almost half a month since you went to the capital."

Lin Man continued to whine, "I wasn't feeling well during those few days in Tibet, so I couldn't take care of the boss—"

Ding Heng reached out and gently patted the back of her head: "We'll talk about it tonight."

"At night? No way~"

Lin Man's status as a patient emboldened her considerably: "Yan hope and the others will be back tonight."

"So what do you want?"

"People want to—"

Lin Man drew out her words, her fingers gently tracing patterns on Ding Heng's chest, sliding down to his lower abdomen, her fingertips hooking around Ding Heng's waistband, and then gently pulling him down.

Ding Heng suddenly grabbed her wrist and pushed her down onto the bed.

"you----"

Before he could finish speaking, the doorbell rang suddenly.

"Ding-dong—Ding-dong—Ding-dong—"

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The urgent ringing of the phone shattered the ambiguous atmosphere in the room.

Lin Man sat up again and straightened her disheveled collar.

"Didn't Yan hope and the others just leave? How come they're back so soon?"

"It shouldn't be them."

Ding Heng stood up and straightened his clothes: "This is Baima's own home, why are you ringing the doorbell?"

He turned around, went downstairs to the entrance hall, and pressed the video intercom button.

The screen lit up, and the security guard's face appeared on the screen.

"Hello, homeowner. A lady says she's a relative of yours and wants to come in. See—"

Before the security guard could finish speaking, a face squeezed in front of the camera.

The woman, in her early forties, wore a dark red windbreaker with black sweatpants, hiking boots, a large backpack, and two bulging woven bags in her hands.

His skin was typical of the Tibetan plateau, with an unhealthy reddish-brown tinge on his cheeks, prominent bone structure, and dry, chapped lips.

His eyes were quite large, but the corners of his eyes were covered with wrinkles, giving him a rough look that had been honed by the harshness of the high plateau.

"Feed him/her?"

She shouted at the camera, her voice shrill and grating, muttering in Tibetan.

Ding Heng asked in Chinese, "Who are you looking for?"

The woman paused for a moment, then switched to Mandarin with a heavy accent.

"I'm looking for Quzhen. Quzhen Lamu, do you know her?"

"Aunt Quzhen is not home."

"Not home?"

The woman leaned closer: "You're her maid, right? I'm her sister-in-law, Baima's aunt, Nima Cuomu. Let me in first."

aunt?

Is Baima's father's sister?

"Okay, please wait a moment."

Ding Heng signaled to the security guard to open the door, then picked up his phone and sent a message to Bai Ma.

[Ding Heng]: Baima, your aunt is here.

[White Horse is Not a Horse]: !?

[White Horse is Not a Horse]: I'll be right back, brother, don't pay any attention to her!

Ten minutes later, the security guard personally drove a shuttle bus to take Nyima Tsomu to the door, accompanied by a little girl of about eight years old.

The little girl had two braids, and although her face didn't have the typical high-altitude rosy complexion, her skin was still rough.

Ding Heng stepped forward and took the woven bag from Nima Tsomu's hand.

"I'll help you."

"Be careful! The cordyceps inside are very expensive! And there's also mutton beef, don't crush it!"

Nima Tsomu kept giving her instructions, treating Ding Heng like a servant in the Baima family.

Ding Heng didn't mind and carried the woven bag into the kitchen.

Back in the living room, Nyima Tsomu had already sat down on the sofa, with the little girl standing obediently beside her legs.

She glanced around the living room and clicked her tongue twice in Tibetan.

"This house is really impressive."

She then asked Ding Heng, "How long have you been working for her? Why did they hire a male nanny like you?"

Ding Heng didn't answer, but calmly said, "Aunt Quzhen is out of town inspecting projects, and Baima is temporarily out. She'll probably be back later. Would you like some tea?"

"casual."

"OK."

Ding Heng poured her some tea and then handed the little girl some snacks.

He deliberately asked, "Are you really Aunt Baima?"

"Of course."

Nima Tsomu took an old photograph out of her bag and handed it to Ding Heng.

"Look!"

Ding Heng took it.

The photo has yellowed and the edges are badly worn.

A large family, at least a dozen people, stood in front of a Tibetan-style house.

There was a young woman on the left side of the front row, holding a little girl who looked two or three years old in her arms.

The woman was a young Quzhen, her smile forced.

The little girl was dirty, her face smeared with ash, her cheeks flushed with the typical high-altitude red, and her eyes were timid—it was Baima.

The mother and daughter look completely different now, especially Baima, who is now fair-skinned and delicate, and looks like a completely different person from the photos.

Indeed, money is the most nourishing thing for people.

Ding Heng handed the photo back: "Wait a little longer, Baima should be back soon."

As soon as he finished speaking, hurried footsteps came from the direction of the stairs below.

Pema rushed into the living room from the underground garage, his gaze falling on Nyima Tsomu, his expression serious.

She asked a question in Tibetan, and Nyima Tsomu replied in Tibetan; the two went back and forth.

Gradually, Baima's brows furrowed, and her tone became harsh.

Not to be outdone, Nima Tsomu gestured wildly with her hands and feet.

The two of them talked back and forth, neither willing to give in.

Ding Heng quietly activated his True Sight Eyes.

The information flow unfolded before my eyes: Nyima Tsomu, forty-three years old, the youngest sister of Pema's father.

Quzhen's marriage was bad back then, so her relationship with Nima Tsomu was also not good.

After Quzhen became wealthy, her relatives followed suit and rose to prominence, with most of them moving away from the harsh climate of the snowy region.

Qu Zhen never cared about her husband's relatives from beginning to end.

Nima Tsomu's husband is an ordinary herdsman with modest means. Their daughter suffers from congenital heart disease and needs surgery.

Last year, Quzhen accompanied a leader to inspect the county's poverty alleviation projects. Nima Tsomu somehow got wind of this and blocked the village entrance. In front of the leader, she called Quzhen "sister-in-law," cried about her family's difficulties, and begged for help.

Qu Zhen, feeling pressured in front of the high-ranking leader, immediately promised to help resolve the child's medical and educational issues.

Later, Quzhen did arrange for someone to follow up, but Nima Tsomu found it troublesome and felt that it would be more practical to just give money directly.

As time went by, the illness has dragged on until now, and the child's illness is still not cured.

In the living room, Pema and Nyima Tsomu were still arguing in Tibetan.

"That's enough!"

Baima suddenly roared.

Nima Tsomu was taken aback by her shout and simply pushed her daughter in front of her.

"Dawa, call me 'sister'!"

"elder sister."

Eight-year-old Dawa looked up at Pema and timidly called out in Tibetan.

Bai Ma's furrowed brows relaxed again.

The sight of Dawa reminded her of her childhood, making it impossible for her to harden her heart.

Baima softened her tone: "It's not convenient to stay at home, so I'll arrange for you and Dawa to go to a hotel first. If anything comes up, my mother will handle it when she gets back."

Nima Tsomu quickly asked, "When will she be back?"

"have no idea."

"Then I'll wait."

Nima Tsomu slung her backpack over her shoulder again: "Anyway, the hotel you arranged should be more comfortable than home."

Baima was speechless with anger at her "I'm not afraid of boiling water" attitude. She gritted her teeth and took a deep breath.

"How did you find me?"

"I asked the mayor."

Nima Tsomu said sarcastically, "Didn't he come to wish your mother a Happy New Year last year? He went back and told everyone how big and big your mother is now, and how she's found a new man and is getting married—"

"What do you mean?"

Bai Ma's eyes turned cold.

"It doesn't mean anything."

Nima Tsomu feigned concern and said, "I just feel sorry for your dad, he died so young—"

The atmosphere in the living room suddenly froze.

Lin Man went downstairs, while Zhao Yanxi, Wen Jing, and Hua Qing returned and watched quietly in the living room.

Although Pema and Nyima Tsomu spoke Tibetan, no one except Ding Heng, who had activated his True Sight, could understand them.

But everyone could still sense that something was off about the atmosphere.

Baima turned to the crowd and forced a smile.

"A relative is coming to see my mom because of some family matters. I'll take her to the hotel first. You guys go about your business and don't worry about me."

After saying that, she walked towards the door first.

Nima Tsomu followed behind her, and Dawa jogged after her.

The door closed.

More than an hour later, Baima returned to the villa and joked and bickered with Zhao Yanxi and the others as usual, showing no signs of anything unusual.

However, he went to bed early after dinner, looking very tired.

early morning.

Ding Heng used all his skills and effort to finally coax the girls to sleep.

He tiptoed out of the room and knocked lightly on Baima's door.

"Pema?"

"Come in."

Ding Heng pushed open the door and went in.

Baima sat cross-legged on the bed, her hair disheveled, looking rather listless.

"Brother, why aren't you asleep yet?"

"I came to see you."

Ding Heng sat down beside the bed: "Are you alright?"

"It's nothing."

Baima shook her head: "It's just a matter of troubling relatives to come over. Don't worry, someone has already taken care of it."

"What should we do?"

"What else can be done?"

Bai Ma shrugged: "Her daughter has a heart problem and wants to come to Chengdu for treatment and to find a good school to study at. We should help her if we can. It won't cost much anyway. My mom will just consider it an act of charity."

"that's all?"

"Otherwise what?"

Baima sighed helplessly, "Brother, you don't think she can cause any more trouble, do you? My mother has seen it all. If she can't even handle this little thing, what kind of boss is she?"

Ding Heng didn't say anything, but Bai Ma seemed guilty and reached out to pat Ding Heng's arm.

"Don't worry, brother, everything's alright."

Ding Heng suddenly raised his hand and cupped Bai Ma's face in his hands.

Bai Ma was stunned for a moment.

The two had had intimate interactions before, but Ding Heng's sudden move to close the distance felt completely different to her.

Ding Heng's hands were rough, his palms were warm, and his thumb gently rubbed them.

"Pema".

"Um?

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"I'll go back with you."

"ah!?"

"Just consider it as accompanying me to broaden my horizons."

"9

"I----"

Baima hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.

She didn't speak, and Ding Heng didn't urge her.

Baima asked worriedly, "What will happen to my sisters-in-law?"

"Let them stay in Chengdu for a few days, and go back home after the National Day holiday."

Ding Heng chuckled gently.

"I'll stay with you first!"

In an instant, Pema's heart began to race.

"Alright."

After a long silence, Pema finally spoke: "Then—when will we leave?"

"Now."

"Now?!"

Bai Ma raised her voice by half an octave, then quickly covered her mouth and glanced towards the door.

Only after confirming there was no movement did she release her grip, feeling extremely guilty.

"What time is it now?"

"Shhh."

Ding Heng put his index finger to his lips: "Keep your voice down, it took me a lot of effort to get your sisters-in-law to sleep."

"you----"

Before Baima could say anything more, Ding Heng got up and walked towards the door.

"Go change your clothes, I'll wait for you downstairs. Is twenty minutes enough?"

"good----"

Baima responded.

The door closed gently, and Ding Heng's footsteps faded into the distance.

Baima's heart was beating very fast.

It feels like they're about to have an affair and elope. —

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