Why did the system take my request to take photos with a cosplayer seriously?

Ding Heng said calmly, "Your sister and I are both adults and can take responsibility for ourselves. Besides, think about it, how long have I known your sister?"

Wen Shu opened her mouth, but couldn't say anything for a moment.

Half a year.

Including summer vacation, it's only half a year.

In the past six months, Ding Heng has given her sister enough.

They arranged a job for her, paid for her schooling, gave her money to spend, and helped her solve her family's problems...

What am I like in this state?

Are they afraid that if this big tree falls, they'll have nowhere to find shade?

What's the difference between her and that mother who complains that her daughter "ran off with a man"?

Wen Shu lowered her head, her fingers clenching the chopsticks tightly.

"Brother-in-law, I'm sorry. I just... I just..."

As she spoke, her eyes welled up with tears, which fell into the bowl with a series of pattering sounds.

Ding Heng didn't say anything, but took out a tissue and handed it over.

Wen Shu took it, wiped her face haphazardly, and sobbed uncontrollably.

"I just feel so sorry for my sister... From childhood to adulthood, she was the one who got scolded the most, did the most work, ate the least, and suffered the most grievances."

My parents only care about my brother, my older sister only cares about herself, and only about my sister... only my sister thinks of others first and leaves nothing for herself.

She sniffed, her voice trembling, "Now that someone is finally being kind to her, I'm afraid... I'm afraid that one day you won't want her anymore, what will she do then..."

Ding Heng was silent for a few seconds, then picked up a piece of food with his chopsticks and put it into her bowl.

"Let's eat first."

Wen Shu didn't say anything more and lowered her head to shovel the food into her mouth.

Neither of them mentioned it again after that.

After dinner, Ding Heng escorted her to the entrance of the residential compound.

Wen Shu unbuckled her seatbelt and was about to get out of the car when Ding Heng suddenly spoke up: "Wen Shu."

She turned around: "Hmm?"

"Please pass on a message to your parents for me."

"What?"

"Tell your parents that your sister is doing well and that they don't need to worry. If your sister wants to come home for a visit sometime, I'll accompany her anytime."

Wen Shu paused for a moment, then nodded: "I understand."

"besides."

Ding Heng added another sentence.

"Visit your sister more often when you have time."

Chapter 139: Hua Qing's Mini-Lesson

Ding Heng drove back to his maternal grandparents' house, where the elderly couple were watching TV in the living room.

"Heng Ya is back?"

Grandma looked up: "Jingjing was just talking about you."

"What about her?"

"In the backyard, a young lady saw that my back was bad and insisted on helping your grandfather move goods."

Ding Heng walked through the inner room and pushed open the back door.

In the small courtyard, Wenjing struggled to carry a case of drinks toward the storeroom, beads of sweat glistening on her forehead.

Ding Heng stepped forward, took the drink from her hand, and then called out to the old man in the warehouse.

"Grandpa, you and Wenjing should rest for a while, I'll do it."

"okay……"

Grandpa clapped his hands and came out, handing Ding Heng a pair of gloves: "Then I'm going to rest."

Wenjing looked up, slightly out of breath from the exercise: "You're back?"

"Ah."

Ding Heng carried the drinks into the storeroom, then turned back and said, "Go and rest for a while, then get ready to go back to the hotel."

Wenjing nodded obediently, and after helping Ding Heng finish processing the goods, she packed her things and prepared to leave.

"Grandma, we're leaving now!"

"Hey, drive carefully!"

The two got into the car, which drove out of the old street and headed towards the city center.

Ding Heng looked ahead and said, "On my way back, I ran into Wen Shu."

"Wen Shu?"

"Yes, at the entrance of Yan hope's residential complex."

"She...didn't notice anything, did she?"

Given the improper relationship between the three, Wenjing inevitably felt guilty.

"Don't worry, there shouldn't be any."

Ding Heng said calmly, "Afterwards, I treated her to a meal at Haidilao and we chatted for a bit."

Wenjing gave a soft "oh," her fingers gripping the seatbelt, and didn't ask any more questions.

Ding Heng glanced at her: "Aren't you going to ask me what your sister and I were talking about?"

Wenjing shook her head: "If you want to say it, you will."

Ding Heng smiled and reached out to ruffle her hair.

As the car rounded a bend, he changed the subject: "I've already contacted a driving school for you, and I'll try to get your driver's license during the winter break."

Wenjing obediently agreed, "Okay."

"I'll buy you a car when the time is right."

"Buying a car?"

Wenjing didn't refuse, but whispered a suggestion: "Why don't you buy it for Yanxi first? She already has a driver's license."

Ding Heng sighed and laughed: "We'll see. It's inconvenient for her to drive on campus."

Although Wenjing was speaking from the heart, sometimes it did sound rather "smirking".

The line between "green tea" and "pure and innocent" is often very thin.

The car stopped in front of the Chujiang Hotel.

The two went upstairs back to the presidential suite.

Wenjing went to take a shower first, while Ding Heng scrolled through his phone on the living room sofa for a while.

The bathroom door opened, and Wenjing walked out, her hair still wet, wearing Ding Heng's oversized white T-shirt.

The sleeves were long enough to cover her elbows, and the hem of her dress reached mid-thigh, revealing two fair legs.

She walked barefoot on the carpet to Ding Heng and said, "I'm done washing."

Ding Heng raised his head and his gaze lingered on her for a moment.

The girl, who had just taken a shower, had fair skin with a rosy glow, her wet hair draped over her shoulders, with a few stray strands clinging to her cheeks.

The T-shirt hung loosely on her body, the neckline a bit too low, revealing half of her delicate collarbone.

Despite her innocent and adorable appearance, she exudes an aura of ambiguous desire...

"Let's go to the media room and find a movie to watch."

Ding Heng took Wen Jing's hand and led her to a relatively enclosed and dimly lit audio-visual room.

He chose an old movie, "Flipped".

Wenjing nestled in the corner of the sofa, and Ding Heng leaned over and pulled her into his arms.

The girl's body was soft and fragrant with shower gel, and she pressed warmly against his chest.

Ding Heng had one arm around her waist and the other casually resting on her leg.

The hem of the T-shirt rode up, revealing more of her thigh skin, which was dazzlingly white.

Ding Heng gently ran his fingers across her smooth skin, slowly moving upwards from above her knees and then downwards.

Wenjing's body tensed slightly, then slowly relaxed.

The movie is playing, and the male and female leads are arguing.

Ding Heng's hand didn't stop, moving upwards along the outside of his thigh, his fingertips slipping under the hem of his T-shirt, touching a small patch of soft skin on his waist.

Her quiet breathing became a beat off.

His palm rested on her waist, slowly caressing it.

The girl's waist wasn't as slender as Zhao Yanxi's, nor as exaggerated as Hua Qing's, but it was plump and fun to pinch. Her warm skin was smooth and tender, and the feel of it was unbelievably good.

"Ding Heng..."

She called out softly, her voice slightly ethereal.

"Ok?"

"Aren't you...aren't you going to see the movie?"

"I'm watching."

His hand didn't stop, slowly sliding from her waist to her lower abdomen, his palm touching her navel and gently rubbing it.