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Chapter 240 Catching the Adulterer (Part 2)

Zhou Rongmei didn't take her daughter's joke at the dinner table seriously.

She glanced at the time, stood up, and straightened her clothes: "I have to go now, I have a meeting at work this afternoon."

Zhao Yanxi was taken aback: "Mom, aren't you going to wait for me?"

"What are you waiting for me for?"

Zhou Rongmei picked up her bag and said politely to Ding Heng, "Xiao Ding, come back for dinner with Yan hope later."

"Okay, Auntie."

Ding Heng nodded, stood up, and politely saw him off for two steps.

Zhou Rongmei waved her hand, indicating that he didn't need to follow, and turned to walk out of the banquet hall.

For her, the two families didn't have much interaction, and she was only here today because of Wenjing.

After all, my daughter and Wenjing grew up together and are like sisters. It's only right and proper for them to come and support each other during their family's happy occasion.

Now that her daughter has come in person, there's no need for her to stay any longer.

Zhao Yanxi watched her mother's figure disappear through the doorway, then let out a long sigh: "That scared me to death—"

Wenjing, equally shaken, asked, "Your mom—didn't find anything, did she?"

"Probably not."

Zhao Yanxi shook her head and leaned closer to Wenjing, teasingly saying, "But little Jingjing, your reaction just now was too obvious. Who knows, my mom might have noticed something amiss."

Wenjing reached out and pinched her: "You still dare to talk back!"

"Okay, okay, I won't say anymore."

The two girls started bickering.

After she'd had her fill of merriment, Zhao Yanxi's smile faded: "Xiao Jingjing, what are your plans now?"

"I have to go to my sister's place later to help out and deal with some relatives."

"Maybe I should go back to Xingcheng first, to avoid any more trouble."

Zhao Yanxi was overly understanding and her quiet demeanor revealed a hint of embarrassment.

"That's not good—"

"What's wrong with it?"

Zhao Yanxi said frankly, "We're sisters who share the same bed! Why are you being so polite with me?"

Wenjing's face flushed red instantly, and he kicked her under the table again.

Just as Zhao Yanxi was about to make another teasing remark, Ding Heng walked back and sat down.

He instructed, "Yan hope, you go to your hotel room and rest first. I'll help Wen Jing deal with her family, and then we'll go to your house for dinner later."

Zhao Yanxi was taken aback: "To my house?"

"Since we're already here..."

Ding Heng picked up his chopsticks again. "You have to show your face, otherwise your parents might have something to say."

Zhao Yanxi gave a soft "oh," understanding that Ding Heng was being diplomatic.

It's only right that I come to Wenjing's house to help out, and it's also only right that I go to her house for a meal.

Treat everyone equally, without favoritism.

After the meal, Zhao Yanxi left, and Wenjing's relatives began to gather around.

Wenjing's family is from the ordinary working class in Zhou, and most of her relatives have similar backgrounds. When they get together, they talk about nothing more than wages, houses, and children's schooling.

Wenjing introduced them one by one.

"This is my second uncle, this is my second aunt. This is my eldest uncle, this is my eldest aunt—"

Ding Heng is cheerful, generous, and has a very sweet tongue.

They greeted the uncles and aunts warmly, and when asked questions like "Where do you go to school?" or "What does your family do?", they responded politely and respectfully.

While he was dealing with his relatives, his cell phone kept vibrating in his pocket.

While taking a sip of my drink, I saw that all the messages were from Zhao Yanxi.

[Lucky Zhao]: [Image]

[Lucky Zhao]: Brother Ding Heng!

In the video, Zhao Yanxi is lying on her back on a hotel bed, with the camera panning down from above, her neckline open.

[Lucky Zhao]: I'm so bored! Come back and keep me company! [Kitten rolling around.jpg]

Ding Heng put away his phone without changing his expression and continued chatting with Wenjing's uncle about everyday matters.

A while later, my phone vibrated again.

[Lucky Zhao]: [Image]

This time it's a selfie in the bathroom. Zhao Yanxi stands in front of the sink, wrapped in a bath towel, her lips slightly pouting, winking at the camera.

[Lucky Zhao]: Just finished showering, smells so good! [cat winking.jpg]

Ding Heng took a deep breath and typed on the bottom of the screen.

[Ding Heng]: Stop fooling around, we're helping Wenjing deal with her relatives.

[Lucky Little Zhao]: They didn't ask you to come back now, they just wanted to show you [sad little cat.jpg]

[Lucky Zhao]: Besides, don't you want to see it?

Then came another towel, pulled down to reveal an even deeper curve.

Ding Heng felt a faint heat rising in his lower abdomen.

He glanced at Wenjing.

Wenjing was chatting with an aunt and didn't notice his strange behavior.

Ding Heng lowered his head and typed rapidly with his fingers.

[Ding Heng]: You wait, I'll deal with you tonight.

[Lucky Zhao]: [Cat looking forward to it.jpg]

[Lucky Zhao]: How am I supposed to pack? I didn't bring any luggage, I didn't prepare anything.

[Ding Heng]: The continent is so big, can't you buy it yourself?

[Lucky Zhao]: [Surprised kitten.jpg]

[Lucky Zhao]: Brother Ding Heng, are you serious?

[Ding Heng]: Buy the quiet one too.

【Lucky Zhao】: [Kitten nodding obediently.jpg]

[Lucky Zhao]: Yes, sir! Mission accomplished!

Ding Heng put his phone in his pocket, picked up his teacup, took a sip, and suppressed the anger in his lower abdomen.

Wenjing, who had just finished dealing with her aunt, noticed Ding Heng's unusual behavior.

"What's wrong?"

"It's alright, the tea is just a little hot."

Ding Heng put down his cup without changing his expression and asked in return, "Are you tired?"

"fine."

Wenjing rubbed her temples: "I'm just not used to it."

"It's something we all have to go through."

Wenjing didn't say anything more.

Finally, the guests gradually left.

[Lucky Zhao]: [Image]

[Lucky Zhao]: Brother Ding Heng, I bought a lot, see which one you like.

[Ding Heng]: Wait for me downstairs.

Ding Heng put away his phone and made an excuse to leave first.

He had barely left when Wen Shu arrived, carrying a paper bag containing casual clothes she had prepared in advance.

Wen Shu tugged at her bridesmaid dress: "Sister, have you booked your room yet? I want to go change my clothes; this outfit is too awkward."

Wenjing took out a room key from her bag and handed it over: "808, you go up first, I'll wait for your brother-in-law to come back."

"Um----"

Wen Shu took the room key, nodded, turned around and stepped into the elevator, pressing the button for the 8th floor. The elevator doors slowly closed.

She leaned against the elevator wall and let out a long breath.

My feet are so sore from a busy day.

The elevator stopped on the eighth floor and the doors opened.

Wen Shu found the door number 808 and quickly swiped her card to enter.

She placed the paper bag on the sofa, took off her bridesmaid dress and high heels, and stepped barefoot onto the carpet to stretch her ankles slightly.

Finally free!

High heels are simply superhuman!

She was about to go to the restroom to change out of her bridesmaid dress when she suddenly heard footsteps outside the door, followed by deliberately hushed laughter.

Wen Shu stopped moving.

She recognized the voice.

Zhao Yanxi.

The other one is Ding Heng.

The two seemed to be playing around in the corridor, their footsteps sometimes near and sometimes far, interspersed with Zhao Yanxi's intermittent laughter.

"Brother Ding Heng, slow down—my heel is going to break—"

"Who told you to wear such high heels?"

"They did it all so you could see it—"

"What else do you want to show me?"

Guess~

The footsteps grew closer.

Wen Shu's heart suddenly raced.

She looked around nervously, her gaze landing on the wardrobe in the corner of the room.

A built-in wardrobe with sliding doors, inside which hung several spare hotel bathrobes.

Wen Shu didn't have time to think much. Almost instinctively, she opened the cabinet door, crawled inside, and then gently closed the door behind her.

The moment the cabinet door closed, the bedroom door was pushed open.

The "click" sound was the sound of the room card being inserted into the power outlet.

Then came Zhao Yanxi's charming laughter.

"Brother Ding Heng, did you do this on purpose today?"

"Deliberately what?"

"They deliberately made me and Wenjing sit together in front of my mother."

You're overthinking it.

The footsteps grew closer, and Wen Shu peeked out through the crack in the cabinet door, her heart pounding in her chest.

Zhao Yanxi had already kicked off her high heels and was walking barefoot on the carpet.

Wen Shu clearly remembers that when Zhao Yanxi came today, she was wearing an ordinary sweatshirt and jeans.

But now she's dressed in a sexy 0L outfit, and it seems to be some anime character CS.

Two long legs encased in black stockings moved back and forth, allowing the man's large hands to fondle them.

"Brother Ding Heng, I've been waiting for you all afternoon—"

Ding Heng put one arm around her waist and slowly slid the other hand down her lower back, hooking his fingertips around the zipper of her 0L skirt and gently pulling it.

"Whoosh—"

The fabric loosened, and the bodycon skirt slid down her long, black-stockinged legs, bunching up at her ankles.

Zhao Yanxi gave a soft hum and tilted her head up to ask for a kiss.

Ding Heng lowered his head, his lips brushing against the corner of her mouth without actually touching it.

"What's the rush?"

The man's voice was deep, with a half-smile.

Zhao Yanxi pouted in dissatisfaction, about to say something more, when Ding Heng's hand had already slipped under the hem of her shirt, his palm pressing against the skin of her waist and slowly moving upwards.

The man traced circles on the edge of Zhao Yanxi's ribs with his thumb, his fingertips occasionally brushing against the lace edge of her bra, making Zhao Yanxi's breathing become increasingly rapid.

"Brother Ding Heng————"

Her voice trembled, her eyes were half-open and half-closed, and she let him do as he pleased.

But the next second, Ding Heng stopped abruptly!

"What's wrong—"

Zhao Yanxi's eyes were unfocused, and her breathing was uneven.

Ding Heng reminded him, "Someone's watching."

"What!?"

Zhao Yanxi was startled and subconsciously looked around.

"There's no one there—"

"Don't be afraid."

Ding Heng patted her lower back: "Go find Wenjing first, I'll handle things here."

"But----"

"obedient."

Ding Heng's tone left no room for negotiation.

Zhao Yanxi gritted her teeth, bent down to pick up the skirt from the ground, hurriedly put it on, and then bent down to button it.

"Then I'll be going now."

She walked to the door and glanced back at Ding Heng.

Ding Hengchong nodded to her.

Zhao Yanxi opened the door and quickly walked out.

The footsteps in the corridor gradually faded away and soon disappeared.

The room fell silent.

Ding Heng walked to the wardrobe and opened the door.

Wen Shu huddled in the corner of the wardrobe, her face pale and her lips white.

"Brother-in-law, you and Sister Yanxi—"

Wen Shu spoke, trying her best to remain calm.

Ding Heng interrupted her, his tone indifferent: "What are you doing in the room?"

"I—I just came to change my clothes. I didn't know Sister Yanxi was in this room, I—"

"Have you changed your clothes?"

"without----"

Wen Shu shrank her head.

Ding Heng looked down at him and reminded him, "Come out, isn't it uncomfortable squatting like that?"

Wen Shu held onto the cabinet wall and slowly stood up. Her legs were a little numb, and she stumbled but regained her balance.

She came out of the closet, keeping her head down and not daring to look at Ding Heng.

Logically, she should be the one catching her sister cheating, but now she's speechless because of Ding Heng's aura.

Ding Heng pointed to the sofa: "Go sit over there."

Wen Shu obediently sat down, her posture stiff.

Ding Heng then leisurely crossed his legs.

"Shall we talk?"

"Talk about—talk about what?"

Wen Shu tried her best to remain calm.

Ding Heng cut to the chase: "You've known about my relationship with your sister for a while now, haven't you?"

Wen Shu clenched her fists and remained silent.

Ding Heng continued unhurriedly, "Are you afraid that you won't be able to live a comfortable life anymore after it's all exposed? Or are you afraid of embarrassing your sister?"

In fact, Ding Heng had tried to confess to Wen Shu, but Wen Shu either avoided him or gave him perfunctory answers. So when he realized that Wen Shu was in the room just now, he simply decided to go all the way.

This left Wen Shu caught red-handed, with no way to hide!

"Both are somewhat similar—"

Wen Shu didn't run away; she came back and confessed.

As the younger sister, Wen Shu didn't want to embarrass her older sister.

As Ding Heng's sister-in-law, Wen Shu was already immersed in the luxurious life provided by him.

No need to worry about money, no need to squeeze into a small room with others, enjoy expensive education, and a bright future awaits them.

Ding Heng adjusted his posture slightly: "If this relationship between me, your sister, and Yan Xi continues indefinitely, what are your plans?"

"I have no idea----"

Wen Shu lowered her head.

Ding Heng didn't give her much time to think and spoke directly.

I'll give you three choices.

Wen Shu raised her head, and Ding Heng held up one finger.

"First, turn a blind eye and pretend you didn't see it. Let's both keep what happened today to ourselves."

Ding Heng raised his second finger.

"Second, go tell your parents, tell Yan hope's parents, make a big fuss about it—for us, it's good to break the deadlock before we can build the new one."

Wen Shu did not respond.

Ding Heng raised his third finger.

"Third, do me a favor."

"What kind of help?"

Go and persuade your sister.

Wen Shu was stunned.

"Advice to my sister?"

"right."

Ding Heng said seriously, "Go tell your sister—you don't care about her relationship with me. She will always be your good sister, and you will always support her, as long as she is happy."

Ding Heng never intended to keep the truth about each girl's family a secret forever.

I'll have to confess sooner or later!

The longer it's kept secret, the greater the damage.

Although it could be resolved through hypnosis, Ding Heng would still have some lingering resentment.

The prerequisite for taking the initiative to be honest is that the girls themselves must first overcome their own mental hurdles.

Wen Shu might be the best breakthrough point.

Once you take the first step, everything else will fall into place.

Ding Heng added, "Even if your sister can't accept it right away, at least she won't have to be so reserved in front of you in the future."

Wen Shu hesitated.

Seeing her conflicted expression, Ding Heng softened his tone.

"Don't be nervous! Whether you help or not, my attitude towards you won't change. You can continue your studies and continue living in your villa. If you need anything, just tell me. If you need anything, you can contact me or your sister—"

"I'm sorry, brother-in-law."

Wen Shu suddenly spoke, interrupting Ding Heng.

Ding Heng remained silent, waiting for her to continue.

Wen Shu raised her head and tried to look directly at Ding Heng, but her eyes kept darting away.

"I choose option 1—is that okay?"

She simply didn't have the courage.

"Can."

"Thank you, brother-in-law."

"Let's go back."

Ding Heng waved his hand and smiled with relief. In the past, Ding Heng always felt that Wen Shu and Wen Jing were two sisters, but their personalities were very different.

Quiet, timid, cowardly, and prone to giving in.

Wen Shu is precocious, insightful, and more efficient in speech and action than her older sister.

But now it seems that the two sisters are still similar in essence.

They're all timid girls who want to hide from trouble.