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Chapter 262 Educating My Younger Sister (Please Subscribe!)

At dinner time, Baima's face was flushed, and the blood under her skin was flowing faster and faster.

The pink hue spread from the base of the ears all the way down to the neck, even the collarbone was tinged with a faint pink.

Wenjing was the first to notice her unusual behavior.

She put down her chopsticks, leaned over to observe carefully, and asked with concern.

"Bai Ma, why is your face so red? Did you get sunburned?"

Baima instinctively shrank back, but then felt her reaction was too guilty, so she quickly forced a smile.

"It's okay, it's okay. The sun was too strong today, and I forgot to put on sunscreen. I'll just put on a face mask later."

Wenjing was skeptical, so she turned back to continue eating.

Baima lowered her head and ate a few mouthfuls of rice, then couldn't help but secretly glance up at the other end of the long table.

Ding Heng was sitting in the main seat, slowly peeling shrimp and affectionately feeding the shrimp meat into Zhao Yanxi's mouth.

Lin Man poured wine and chatted with Hua Qing about the arrangements for tomorrow's sea trip. No one paid much attention to Bai Ma.

Ding Heng suddenly turned around and met Bai Ma's eyes.

Bai Ma's heart skipped a beat, and almost instinctively she lowered her head and buried her face in the bowl.

Then she heard a very soft laugh, coming from Ding Heng, sounding mocking.

Bai Ma bit down on the chopsticks, her ear tips starting to burn again.

Her experience on the fishing platform that afternoon made her realize that if she tested Ding Heng even slightly, he would immediately retaliate without any politeness.

It seems Ding Heng is no longer prepared to play "sibling" house with her.

After dinner, the girls took showers and changed clothes one after another. Baima nestled on the sofa in the living room, pretending to play on her phone.

Faint noises came from upstairs. First came Zhao Yanxi's laughter, then Lin Man's, even louder laughter.

The group walked together toward the master bedroom, their noise carrying down through the floor.

Hearing this, Baima found it difficult to remain calm.

The interaction between the two on the fishing platform that afternoon felt like a dream, prompting her to start thinking.

Should I try harder to make my dream more real?

On the thirteenth day of the first lunar month, the group returned to Xingcheng from Phuket.

The tropical heat was replaced by the damp chill of early spring. The moment she stepped out of the terminal, Baima shivered and zipped her coat all the way up.

"It's freezing! It's freezing!"

She shrank back and scurried into the car: "Why is it that in Phuket you can wear a bikini, but in Changsha you have to be bundled up like a bear?"

Zhao Yanxi joked, "You can keep wearing bikinis, no one's stopping you."

Bai Ma glanced at her but didn't respond.

After leaving the airport, the car first drove back to the duplex apartment by the Xiangjiang River.

The girls started packing their luggage and souvenirs, chatting idly. Jet lag and travel fatigue made everyone feel tired to some extent.

Wenjing was the first to stand up: "I'm going to take a shower. Xiaoshu starts school tomorrow, and I need to help her get ready later."

"Let's go together, Xiaojing."

Zhao Yanxi chased after her and started playing around with Wenjing again.

Baima then walked up to Ding Heng and said, "Brother, I need to go to the school to pick up some materials beforehand. Will you come with me?"

"Don't you have your own car?"

"They want you to keep them company~"

"Okay, okay, okay—"

Unable to resist Baima's coquettish pleading, Ding Heng had no choice but to get up and go out with her.

The car stopped in front of the college where Baima was studying. Baima got out of the car and jogged inside.

Ding Heng leaned back in his chair, scrolling through his phone listlessly.

About twenty minutes later, Baima came out of the school gate with a brown paper envelope in her hand.

Behind her was a boy, short and thin, holding a bouquet of roses.

"Pema!"

The boy jogged a few steps to catch up with Baima, panting as he handed her the flowers: "Um—Happy New Year."

Baima paused, turning back to look at him.

It was probably the first time in the boy's life that he had confessed his feelings to a girl, and he was very uncomfortable, but he still forced himself to hand over the flowers.

"I, I————"

"I have other things to do, sorry."

Baima interrupted coldly, her expression indifferent.

"Pema, I—"

"I don't accept flowers."

Pema's tone was crisp: "Goodbye."

She turned and walked out of the school gate, while the boy stood there, stunned, the rose petals in his hand scattered by the wind.

Bai Ma opened the car door, sat in the passenger seat, tossed the manila envelope onto the center console, and fastened her seatbelt.

"Let's go."

Ding Heng didn't rush to start the car. His gaze fell on the rearview mirror, where the boy from earlier was still standing there, stunned, at the school gate.

Who is it?

"Who could it be?"

Baima shrugged: "They just want to pursue me, but I don't want to bother with them."

"You like your style?"

Ding Heng finally started the car and joked, "You'd better be careful, it might not be anything good."

Baima blinked: "Brother, what do you mean by that?"

"Literal meaning."

"So, brother, are you a good person?"

"You're asking unnecessary questions—I'm eating what's in my bowl while eyeing what's in the pot, what good stuff could it be?"

Ding Heng looked straight ahead and frankly admitted to self-deprecation.

Baima suddenly burst out laughing.

"Brother, are you jealous?"

"Is there?"

I see it.

Bai Ma moved closer to Ding Heng, her big eyes blinking.

Ding Heng didn't say anything; he was indeed a little jealous.

Bai Ma keenly caught Ding Heng's subtle emotions, her tone light and smug.

"Brother, who does it matter who he is? I'm not going to pay him any attention."

Would a prince actually be jealous of me?

Pema sat up straight again, feeling happy inside.

Ding Heng smiled but didn't reply.

Because he was confident in his own abilities, he didn't really care about such things.

The girls were so beautiful that they were never short of men who fawned over them.

Occasionally, one or two suitors would appear, but Ding Heng never paid them any attention, let alone took them to heart.

Keba Ma————

Perhaps it's because of her status as the "younger sister".

Even without blood ties or legal relations, the way they address each other can still influence Ding Heng's judgment.

His possessiveness towards her was particularly intense.

The car returned to the villa.

Baima got out of the car and took a package from the express delivery locker.

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Ding Heng followed behind her, glancing at the label on the package.

"What did you buy?"

"Keep it a secret."

Baima tucked the package into her bosom, turned back to stick her tongue out at Ding Heng, and ran upstairs.

Ding Heng shook his head and didn't ask any further questions.

In the living room, Wen Shu sat on the sofa as usual, memorizing English words with a focused expression.

Wenjing arrived early as well, bringing out a plate of cut fruit from the kitchen and placing it on the coffee table.

"Xiao Shu, eat something first, don't keep staring at the book."

"Um."

Wen Shu responded and picked up a piece of apple, stuffing it into her mouth.

Ding Heng walked over and sat down, casually picking up a piece of fruit and asking, "Xiao Shu, how are your grades lately?"

Wen Shu raised her head, a smile playing on her lips: "Brother-in-law, I'm in the top fifty now."

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Ding Heng was taken aback: "Top 50? Weren't you over 100 last time?"

"You're making fast progress, aren't you?"

Wen Shu spoke with a smug tone, but quickly composed herself and said modestly, "Actually, I was also a little lucky. The final exam questions happened to be the ones I was good at."

"That's pretty impressive."

Ding Heng remarked with a sigh, "I remember that in previous years, the top fifty students from your school could get into those few universities, right?"

The top universities in China, such as Tsinghua, Peking, Fudan, and Shanghai Jiao Tong, are all highly competitive, with countless applicants vying for limited spots.

"It's still early."

Wen Shu's finger lightly traced the pages of the book, half-jokingly and half-seriously saying, "There are still four months left, and things can change a lot. Brother-in-law, how about some more rewards to keep things stimulating?"

"Smack."

Wenjing reached out and gently patted Wenshu on the back of the head.

"Don't be complacent. There are still four months left. Focus on your studies first."

"Sis~"

Wen Shu rubbed the back of her head and pouted, looking aggrieved.

Ding Heng didn't care: "Xiao Shu, don't worry, you'll get a reward no matter what your exam results are, so don't worry."

"Thank you, brother-in-law—hehe!"

Wen Shu smiled brightly.

Wenjing sat down next to Ding Heng and said seriously, "Don't spoil her. She's at a crucial time right now, and she needs to focus on her own things."

"You should be the one who's so tense."

Ding Heng reached out and pinched the little white rabbit's cheek as usual: "Your sister is much more insightful than you. You should take care of yourself first, or you'll end up with gray hair from worrying too much."

"That's right, that's right."

Wen Shu immediately chimed in, "Sister, you look old if you keep looking so tense."

Wenjing glared at her but didn't reply.

Ding Heng was still gently kneading Wen Jing's face with his fingers when Wen Shu saw this and stood up sensibly.

"I'm going upstairs to study. You guys chat."

She ran upstairs, her footsteps disappearing at the end of the corridor.

Wenjing leaned on Ding Heng's shoulder and let out a soft breath.

Do you think Xiao Shuzhen can get into a good school?

"Who knows?"

Ding Heng gently comforted her, "It's okay if she doesn't pass the exam. It's not like studying is the only way. We'll be there to support her."

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"You make it sound so easy."

Wenjing pouted, her expression finally relaxing slightly.

Second floor, Baima's room.

The door was closed tightly.

Baima sat cross-legged on the carpet, with an opened delivery box in front of her.

A dust bag lay open to the side, and several pieces of clothing were neatly folded on the bed.

Bai Ma's interactions with Ding Heng on Jipu Island made her realize that she could be a little bolder.

So, before even returning to Xingcheng, she began shopping for all sorts of "interesting" clothes.

As her ordering style became bolder, the excellent big data matching mechanism opened a new world for her.

The bizarre and wonderful clothes made Baima start to daydream, wondering which one her brother would like.

Each piece was a style she wouldn't have given a second glance to before.

Off-the-shoulder, backless, short skirt, lace, see-through —

Bai Ma picked up the top piece and unfolded it; it was a FATE Illya cosplay school uniform, complete with a beret and a small red backpack.

She had seen reviews of the outfit online; most of the girls in the buyer photos were similar to her—petite with youthful faces.

However, most of them are high-level warriors; there are almost none as natural as her.

Pema held the clothes up in front of her and tried them on in front of the mirror to show off her figure.

Does it look good?

She didn't know that the answer could only be found through a man's examination.

Baima pursed her lips, put the clothes back on the bed, and then rummaged through the express delivery box to find a small bag.

Inside was a pair of black horse oil stockings, extremely thin, 5D.

She had seen something similar in Zhao Yanxi's suitcase before, and at the time she thought it was strange, wondering if it would really look good in this.

It wasn't until one day, when she saw several damaged pairs of shoes in Ding Heng's room, that she realized these things could indeed increase a man's attack speed and strength.

Bai Ma took a deep breath, turned back to the mirror, took off her hoodie and casual pants, and changed into Ilya's cosplay school uniform.

The top fit perfectly, but the skirt was indeed very short, just barely reaching the top of her thighs.

She then untied the pair of black over-the-knee stockings and carefully put them on.

The stockings were smooth and made of a thin material. They clung to the skin and rose all the way up, finally stopping at the mid-thigh. The lace trim at the top of the stockings left a faint mark.

Baima stood in front of the mirror, looking at herself from left to right.

My heart was racing and my face was burning.

She picked up her phone, opened Ding Heng's chat window, and hesitated for a long time, her finger hovering above the screen.

Finally, she typed a line.

【White Horse is Not a Horse】: Brother, my computer seems to be broken. Can you come and take a look at it for me?

After sending the message, she threw her phone onto the bed, pounced on it, buried her face in the pillow, and felt her heart pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of her throat.

A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door.

"Pema?"

Ding Heng's voice came from outside the door.

Baima suddenly jumped out of bed, frantically adjusting her skirt and tugging at the top of her over-the-knee socks.

She took a deep breath and tried to make her voice sound normal.

"Come in."

The door opened, and Ding Heng walked in.

His gaze swept around the room first, then finally landed on the computer on the table that was not turned on.

What's wrong with the computer?

"Hmm...it won't turn on."

Baima sat on the edge of the bed, her legs together, her hands on her knees, her back straight and her legs upright.

She dared not look at Ding Heng; her heart was pounding like a drum.

Ding Heng walked over and pressed the power button. The screen lit up, and the desktop wallpaper was a photo of Bai Ma and him in the mall, both smiling brightly.

"Can't this be opened?"

Bai Ma bit her lower lip.

"It might have gotten stuck just now—"

She knew the excuse was clumsy, but she still blurted it out without thinking.

The voice grew softer and softer, and the confidence waned.

Ding Heng turned around and then he could see the clothes on Bai Ma's body.

Ilya's school uniform.

A white top, a red bow tie, and an absurdly short skirt.

Black stockings with horse oil and over-the-knee stockings, lace floral hemka on the mid-thigh.

Ding Heng didn't speak, looking down at Baima from his high position, his gaze sweeping over her inch by inch, and finally revealing a slight smile.

"Did you buy it after running around?"

"I—I—"

Bai Ma stammered, not daring to meet Ding Heng's gaze, and unable to utter a complete sentence.

So she picked up her phone and her fingers flew across the screen.

【White Horse is Not a Horse】: Is it good?

After sending the message, she finally dared to look up and meet Ding Heng's gaze.

Ding Heng glanced at his phone and then nodded.

Baima typed another line, her fingers trembling slightly.

[White Horse is Not a Horse]: So, do you like it?

Ding Heng nodded again, deliberately widening his eyes in an exaggerated way, his expression serious yet somewhat comical.

Bai Ma couldn't help but burst out laughing.

After laughing, I realized something was wrong with my hoof.

I should be nervous, so why am I being laughed at like that?

She lowered her head again and continued typing.

[White Horse is Not a Horse]: Brother, do I look like a bad kid? [Ding Heng]: Do you know how disobedient bad kids are educated?

[White Horse is Not a Horse]: Brother, should I know?

After sending the message, Baima tossed her phone aside, braced herself with her hands on either side of her body, and tilted her head back up.

She had been tense just moments before, but now her expression had taken on a hint of defiance.

Ding Heng remained expressionless, silently putting his phone into his pocket and reaching out to close the door.

"Click".

The door lock clicked shut softly.