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

Pema turned around and asked, "Where is my brother?"

Zhao Yanxi splashed water all over her face: "He's fishing, ignore him!"

"Um... Sister-in-law!"

Pema wiped the water off her face, looking incredulous: "Are the five of us in swimsuits less attractive than fishing?"

"Men!"

Zhao Yanxi rolled her eyes.

Several women were making a ruckus in the pool, splashing water and their laughter echoing off the cliff.

After swimming for a while, Baima climbed out from the other end of the pool, wrapped herself in a towel, and dried herself off.

She began to wander around the villa, and after searching for a while, she found Ding Heng sitting at the sea fishing spot on the side of the villa.

On a wooden platform extending into the sea, Ding Heng holds a fishing rod, with a bucket of chilled beer beside him.

Baima slowly walked over and sat down, leaning softly against Ding Heng.

Ding Heng didn't move; his gaze remained fixed on the sea.

"what happened?"

"nothing."

Bai Ma responded sullenly, her small face pressed against Ding Heng's arm, feeling the man's strong muscles and warm body temperature.

The sea breeze blew, drying her wet hair until it was half-dry, with a few strands sticking to her cheeks, making her feel itchy.

After a moment of silence, Baima spoke.

"Brother, am I really useless?"

Ding Heng glanced at her sideways, then turned back.

"You're only just realizing that?"

"You stinky brother!"

Bai Ma was so angry that she raised her hand and punched his arm, but it didn't hurt at all.

I'm serious.

Baima sighed, "When I went back home for the New Year, all my relatives, the herdsmen from the cooperative, the county officials... they were all incredibly warm and welcoming to me. The way they looked at me was as if they considered me..."

"Looking at the future boss's wife?"

Ding Heng spoke for her.

"That's it."

Bai Ma smiled wryly, then simply moved over and plopped down in Ding Heng's lap.

Ding Heng was forced to lean back helplessly by her, and with one hand he let go of the fishing rod and put his arm around her waist to keep her from falling.

Bai Ma leaned back, her back pressed against Ding Heng's chest.

Ding Heng gently stroked Bai Ma's lower abdomen with his palm; the swimsuit fabric was smooth, and the little girl's body was warm.

She is really small.

Sitting in Ding Heng's lap, completely enveloped by his body, she felt light and weightless, her two short legs dangling over the railing, swaying gently.

The setting sun had already sunk most of its way below the horizon, leaving only a last sliver of orange-red on the horizon.

“But I’m not cut out for it. I’m not as smart as my mom, I’m not as hardworking as her, and I don’t have her ambition… They’re counting on me, which puts a lot of pressure on me.”

Why are you worrying about this?

Ding Heng said casually, "Your mother is not yet fifty this year, and she can work for another ten years or so without any problem. Who can say what the world will be like in ten years? Maybe AI will do all the work, and you won't have to do anything and can just lie down and collect money."

Baima blinked, sensing something was off, but couldn't quite put her finger on it.

So you mean... I should just continue being a useless rich kid?

"You've been a good-for-nothing for a long time."

Ding Heng pinched her cheek and teased, "The most important thing is to recognize yourself. You're just an ordinary person, so don't put too much pressure on yourself, and don't think about taking over the family business. Your mother has her reasons for making the business successful. Just be a good rich kid who can live a carefree life and don't cause her any trouble."

Baima glared at him angrily.

"You make it sound so easy."

"Isn't it easy to just drift along and wait to die?"

Ding Heng gripped the fishing rod tightly with both hands again: "Your life is already a million times luckier than others. Stop being so pretentious and enjoy it more, isn't that better?"

Baima didn't respond.

She knew Ding Heng was right, but she still felt uncomfortable listening to him.

Why is she destined to be a useless person? She's even showing signs of gradually becoming a "plaything"...

Just as she was about to retort, she suddenly noticed that Ding Heng's body tensed slightly, his expression became serious, and his eyes were fixed on the buoy on the sea surface.

Are there fish?

How did the prince know?

While wondering about this, a mischievous thought suddenly came to Baima's mind.

She suddenly leaned back and pressed herself forcefully against Ding Heng's chest, raising her arm to deliberately knock away Ding Heng's hand holding the fishing rod.

The fishing rod jerked suddenly, and Ding Heng's superhuman senses told him that a large fish was swimming away at high speed...

Ding Heng lowered his head and stared at Bai Ma expressionlessly.

Baima realized she had gone a bit too far, and sheepishly shrank back, forcing a fawning smile onto her face.

"Brother... I didn't mean to..."

Ding Heng didn't say anything and put the fishing rod aside.

Bai Ma instinctively tried to run away, but just as she was about to stand up, Ding Heng forcefully pressed her down and held her firmly in place.

"Ah, brother...it itches..."

"Brother...I was wrong...I was really wrong..."

"Brother, where are you pinching... Ouch, ouch, ouch... Ouch..."

……

Ding Heng lowered his head, his lips pressed against Bai Ma's earlobe, his breath warm.

"Someone said during the day, 'Could you do me a favor?'"

"what?"

Bai Ma's mind went completely blank for a moment.

"Not going to say anything?"

"You stinky brother...you naughty brother..."

Bai Ma muttered softly, then turned and buried her face in Ding Heng's shoulder, closing her eyes.

The sea breeze is gentle...

Chapter 261: 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 that Ding Heng is no longer planning to play "sibling" 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!"