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That look in his eyes seemed to place all the blame on him—it's all your fault! You got me arrested! You made my stomach hurt!

The elevator continued upwards, and Ding Heng returned to his room.

"You're back! You're back!"

Zhao Yanxi jumped up and took the bag from Ding Heng's hand: "Wow, you bought so much!"

Wenjing also came over and helped put the things on the coffee table.

Ding Heng suggested, "We bought a lot, and we can't finish it all. Let's invite Hua Yue and Senior Sister over to join us."

Zhao Yanxi immediately picked up her phone and sent a message in the group chat.

A moment later, the doorbell rang, and Hua Yue rushed in first, followed by Hua Qing.

"Wow! Bunny! I want to eat bunny!"

Hua Yue rushed over, grabbed a rabbit head, and started gnawing on it.

Hua Qing picked up a vegetarian dish and ate it in small bites.

The girls ate and chatted, chattering away.

While they were eating, Zhao Yanxi suddenly spoke up: "By the way, Brother Ding Heng, my luggage is too heavy. I'll take less tomorrow, and you can take the rest back for me, okay?"

Before Ding Heng could speak, Hua Yue abruptly stopped eating the rabbit head: "Isn't Ding Heng going back tomorrow?"

Wenjing nodded: "Yes, what's wrong?"

Hua Yue shook her head: "Nothing."

She stuffed the rabbit head back into her mouth and continued gnawing on it, while her eyes secretly drifted towards her cousin.

My cousin isn't going back tomorrow either, is that really such a coincidence?

Hua Qing sat on the sofa, quietly eating her vegetarian dishes, her face expressionless.

But the more Hua Yue looked, the more something seemed off. Suddenly, she recalled Zhao Yanxi's analysis of the characteristics of a "vixen" half a month ago.

Her hair reached her waist.

A deep enthusiast of traditional Chinese Hanfu.

Senior students at Hunan Normal University.

What the hell!

All correct?

Hua Yue silently finished gnawing on the rabbit head, then picked up another one, her face nonchalant, but her heart was in turmoil.

The next morning.

Ding Heng took Zhao Yanxi, Wen Jing, and Hua Yue to the airport early in the morning.

When it was time to say goodbye, Zhao Yanxi cuddled with him for a while, while Wen Jing waited blushing beside her, and finally asked for a hug too.

Hua Yue, however, scrutinized Ding Heng with an expression that said, "I've seen through everything."

After dropping off the guests, Ding Heng drove back to the hotel and knocked on Hua Qing's room door.

The door opened, and Ding Heng's eyes lit up.

Hua Qing wasn't wearing anything elaborate.

A modified JK uniform incorporating Chinese style elements, with long hair tied into two buns and pigtails with red ribbons.

She lightly brushed blush on her face and applied some lip balm.

She looked clean and refreshing, with just the right amount of playfulness, a stark contrast to Hua Qing's usual dignified and elegant style.

Ding Heng sincerely praised, "Senior, you really know how to pick clothes."

Hua Qing pursed her lips and said softly, "After all, it's about meeting elders..."

When you don't know your elders' preferences or what they wear, you can dress in a distinctive way, but you should never dress too assertively.

If the other party thinks it's a family dinner and wears casual clothes, her wearing a full set of Hanfu and full makeup would seem like she's deliberately trying to stand out.

Ding Heng checked the time and held out his hand: "Let's go."

Hua Qing hesitated for a second, then gently raised her hand and placed it on Ding Heng's arm, letting him lead her into the elevator.

The elevator stopped on the first floor, the doors opened, and a short figure stood outside.

Ding Heng looked down and couldn't help but chuckle.

Good heavens, it's Baima again!

When Bai Ma stepped into the elevator and saw Ding Heng, her face immediately fell, and she glared at him angrily once again.

Then she turned her gaze to Hua Qing next to Ding Heng, and she felt terrible.

Ding Heng, 186 cm tall, leaned against the elevator wall with a relaxed expression.

Hua Qing is 173cm tall, standing upright with her eyes downcast and quiet.

Baima is less than 150 cm tall. Standing in front of the two people, the three figures were reflected in the elevator's mirrored wall, making them look like two parents with a child!

Especially when compared to Hua Qing...

When there isn't a significant difference in appearance, the height disparity between girls is extremely noticeable.

Just like when looking for girls to accompany you in a KTV, people will generally prioritize choosing the taller ones.

Because when a tall person stands there, their aura is overwhelming.

For example, when Wenjing, who is 158cm tall, stands next to Zhao Yanxi, who is 175cm tall, even though the two are equally beautiful, Wenjing always looks like a follower at first glance.

Looking at herself in the mirrored wall, and then at Hua Qing beside her, Bai Ma's cheeks puffed out even more.

Ding Heng greeted her with a smile, "What a coincidence, little sister. Did you have a good day back yesterday?"

Baima snorted softly, turned her face away, and ignored him.

The elevator continued to descend, eventually arriving at the hotel's Chinese restaurant on the fifth floor, where Ding Heng led Hua Qing out.

After walking a few steps, Ding Heng realized something was wrong. Bai Ma was always following behind them, walking in the same direction.

After walking a few more steps, it's still the same road.

Bai Ma turned her head and looked at Ding Heng with a puzzled expression, her eyes full of questions—Why are you following me?

Ding Heng also turned his head and looked at her with the same puzzlement—Why are you following me?

The two walked to the end of the corridor and stopped at the same time in front of a private room called "Zhuge Lu".

Then they stared at each other, and said in unison.

"You're also dining in this private room?"

Then, footsteps came from the other end of the corridor.

A dignified middle-aged woman, arm in arm with a composed middle-aged man, dressed in casual couple's attire, walked slowly towards them.

A woman in her forties who takes good care of herself exudes a calm and dignified temperament.

The man was also in his forties, with the same upright, square face as Ding Heng, but without Ding Heng's roguish air. His smile was gentle and natural.

Ding Heng and Bai Ma turned to look at the two of them at the same time, and spoke in unison once again.

"dad!"

“Ama!”

Chapter 92: Family Dinner (Part 2)

Ding Heng and Bai Ma looked at each other again, both of them looking astonished.

Before they could react, Ding Wenjie and Qu Zhen had already walked over.

"You're all here? Come in and have a seat."

Qu Zhen spoke gently, gesturing for everyone to walk into the private room. She then instructed Secretary Huang behind her, "Tell them that the dishes can be served."

The private room was large, decorated in a Chinese style, and there was a large round table by the window that could seat ten people.

Everyone took their seats. Ding Heng and Hua Qing sat on one side, Bai Ma sat next to Qu Zhen, and Ding Wenjie sat next to Qu Zhen.

Ding Heng introduced himself confidently and with a natural and appropriate smile.

"Hello Aunt Qu, I'm Ding Heng. It's a pleasure to meet you. I've had a wonderful time in Sichuan these past few days. Thank you for your arrangements and special care."

After saying that, he took out a gift box and handed it over with both hands.

"I didn't have time to prepare anything. This is a handmade Hunan embroidery silk scarf from my girlfriend's family. I think it would suit you, Auntie. I hope you like it."

Qu Zhen accepted the gift box, smiled faintly, and glanced at Ding Heng and Hua Qing.

"You two kids are so thoughtful."

She paused, then corrected him gently, "However, Auntie's surname isn't Qu."

Ding Heng was completely bewildered.

Ding Wenjie helped explain: "Your Aunt Quzhen is Tibetan. Generally, Tibetans don't have surnames. Her full name is Quzhen Lamu."

Ding Heng was taken aback, then turned to look at Bai Ma beside him.

Quzhen then introduced, "This is my daughter, Yangjin Baima, she's a year younger than you, and she'll be your younger sister from now on."

After saying that, she patted Baima's head.

"Bai Ma, call him uncle, call him brother."

Baima first turned to Ding Wenjie and obediently greeted him, "Hello, Uncle."

Then, turning to Ding Heng, the expression on his small face visibly fell.

Her eyes were filled with reluctance, but she finally forced out a sentence through gritted teeth: "Greetings, Brother!"