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Chapter 217 My Worried Little Sister (Part 2) (Seeking monthly votes! Seeking further subscriptions!)

In the early morning, Wenjing was awakened by the sunlight.

She turned over groggily, put her arm around the man's waist, and continued to snuggle into his arms.

Wenjing wondered if it was just her imagination, but she always felt that Ding Heng's body temperature was higher than normal. He was comfortable in winter, but a bit uncomfortable in summer.

Even with the air conditioner set to 18 degrees Celsius, you still can't help but break into a sweat.

"Woke up so early?"

A man's voice suddenly rang out, and Wenjing buried her face in his chest.

"Hmm—where are Yan hope and the others?"

"You went to exercise early this morning, you lazybones."

"Ugh! I'm not lazy, it's all your fault for bullying me last night!"

Wenjing felt so wronged.

Last night they said she had three chances, but she surrendered after just one.

Ding Heng originally intended to let her go, but then he ran into Zhao Yanxi and the others returning.

"Get up, go and fetch Wenshu."

Ding Heng got out of bed first, and Wen Jing quickly followed, her legs still a little weak and her steps unsteady.

After a quick tidying up, the two drove to the villa.

Wenshu and Baima were sitting at the dining table, each holding a bowl of porridge, chatting happily.

Baima turned his head and mumbled "Brother" indistinctly.

"Brother-in-law! Sister!"

Wen Shu quickly put down her chopsticks and stood up, a smile on her face.

It had been a month and a half since I last saw Wen Shu. Her skin looked much fairer, her hair had grown longer, and the youthful innocence in her eyes had faded, giving her a more delicate and pretty appearance.

Wenjing walked over and reached out to straighten her sister's collar.

"Are you getting used to living here again?"

"It's great, a big villa is definitely more comfortable than home."

"Be serious!"

"hey-hey."

As the two sisters were talking, Ding Heng took the opportunity to step forward, pick up a slice of toast, and stuff it into his mouth.

"Xiao Shu, have you lost weight recently?"

"Really? I think I've gained two pounds!"

"Alright, get ready. Your sister and I will take you two out for a stroll today."

Baima chimed in from the side.

"Brother, can I go too?"

"Wen Shu has finally come back, aren't you going to spend time with her?"

"I still have to work today."

"I'm hiring you today."

Ding Heng proposed, "How about I carry your bags and run errands for you? Two hundred a day, are you in?"

Pema bargained: "Two hundred and fifty?"

Ding Heng couldn't help but chuckle: "Are you robbing me? Two hundred and one."

"Two hundred and thirty."

"Two hundred and twenty!"

"make a deal."

Bai Ma immediately made the decision. In her opinion, this money was practically free. Could Ding Heng really make things difficult for her?

Ding Heng warned, "Let me make this clear: you're under my control today. You can carry whatever I tell you to carry, and if I tell you to go east, you can't go west. Otherwise, don't blame me for being a ruthless skinflint."

"Okay, okay, okay—"

Baima jumped off the chair, grabbed Wenshu, and they went upstairs to change clothes, laughing and joking.

Half an hour later, the four of them got into the quiet Volkswagen, and the car slowly drove out of the villa area.

Wenjing gripped the steering wheel tightly and drove steadily.

Ding Heng sat in the passenger seat, his arm resting on the window, occasionally glancing at the two little girls in the back seat.

"Wenshu, your sister said you got into the top 100 in the mock exams before summer vacation?"

"Hmm, ninety-seventh."

Wen Shu answered honestly.

Ding Heng praised, "Not bad, you've improved quite quickly. Keep up the good work, and you might even surpass your sister."

Wen Shu smiled sheepishly: "My math teacher said my foundation is still not solid, and I need to do more practice problems."

Listen to this, listen to this.

Ding Heng turned to look at Bai Ma and teased, "Other people's younger sisters are not like that one who shamelessly went to college—"

Bai Ma immediately exploded: "Brother, what do you mean! I got into junior college based on my own merit! What's wrong with junior college? Junior college is still legitimate higher education!"

"Yes, yes, proper higher education."

"Bad Prince————"

Baima leaned over from the back seat and reached out to reach Ding Heng.

Ding Heng turned his head away: "I'm warning you, I'm your boss today. Show some respect, or I'll dock your pay!"

Baima then stopped the shrug and made a face at him.

"Okay, boss————"

The last two words were drawn out and cloying, the tone of which was very much like Lin Man's.

The temperature on the first floor of the mall is comfortable.

Wenjing and Wenshu walked at the front, the two sisters chatting and laughing.

Baima followed behind, her two short legs moving incredibly fast, and it took her a long time to catch up with Ding Heng's pace.

"Brother, where should we go first?"

"What's the rush?"

Ding Heng looked around, pointed to the door, and ordered, "Go buy a few drinks first."

Baima turned her head and saw a long queue outside a popular milk tea shop, with at least thirty people standing there.

"Me?"

"Or should I go?"

Ding Heng said matter-of-factly, "You're my hired handbag carrier now, isn't running errands your job?"

Bai Ma pouted, feeling extremely annoyed.

But considering the daily wage of 220, she still obediently nodded.

"Alright, what do you want to drink?"

"Iced Americano".

Ding Heng then turned to Wenjing and Wenshu: "What would you two like to drink?"

Wenjing shook her head: "I'm not thirsty."

"Sis, I want to drink—"

Wen Shu was interrupted by a glare from Wen Jing before she could finish her sentence.

But Ding Heng still ordered, "Two cups of milk tea and one cup of coffee."

"Give me the money."

Bai Ma took out her phone, opened the QR code for receiving payments, and held it out to Ding Heng.

"You can pay for it first, and I'll reimburse you later."

"Brother!"

"What? You won't even pay for two cups of milk tea? Your sincerity in working here isn't very good."

Baima gritted her teeth, turned around, and walked out of the mall.

The moment you push open the glass door, a wave of heat hits you.

Baima quickly arrived at the milk tea shop, scanned the QR code to order, and was told that there were still more than 100 cups left ahead of her!

Besides the customers queuing up, there were also many takeout orders.

Baima scrolled through her phone listlessly, occasionally tiptoeing to check the progress, panting heavily from the heat.

Finally! It was her turn—

"One iced Americano, two milk teas, and the milk tea should have less ice and three-tenths the sugar, right?"

"Yes, yes, yes!"

There were seventy-six yuan in total, Baima silently noted in her mind.

Picking up the takeout bag and walking back, she deliberately quickened her pace, afraid that the ice in the milk tea would melt too quickly.

As she pushed open the mall doors, the air conditioning enveloped her once again.

She took a deep breath and began searching the mall for Ding Heng and the others.

There's none on the first floor, and none on the second floor either.

Confused by the heat, Baima finally remembered to make a phone call and learned that the three of them had already gone to the fourth floor.

Upon arriving on the fourth floor, Wenjing was holding up a light gray casual shirt and holding it up to Wenshu's body. Wenshu stood obediently, letting her sister do as she pleased.

Ding Heng sat leisurely in a chair to the side.

Baima jogged over, panting as she raised the bag in her hand.

"I bought it, I bought it!"

Ding Heng took the bag.

"That long?"

"Do you even know how many people are in line?!"

Baima raised her voice: "I was out in the sun for over forty minutes!"

Ding Heng took out an iced Americano from the bag, inserted a straw, took a sip, and frowned, saying, "Most of the ice has melted."

Baima pouted, looking aggrieved: "There are so many people—"

"Is this something the boss needs to consider?"

Ding Heng interrupted, his tone cold.

Baima stood sullenly to the side, watching Wenjing and Wenshu enjoy their cold milk tea, her own mouth dry but nothing to eat.

Wenjing, being thoughtful, immediately handed over the milk tea in her hand: "Bai Ma, you drink it. I'm on a diet recently and don't want to drink too much."

Bai Ma's eyes lit up, and she reached out to take it.

"Thank you so much, sister-in-law! You're the best!"

"It's okay, I can have a couple of drinks."

Ding Heng reached out from the side and snatched the milk tea away.

Baima's hands froze in mid-air, her expression frozen.

Ding Heng took a big gulp, his expression satisfied: "Mmm, three-tenths sugar is just right."

Bai Ma withdrew her hand and looked at Ding Heng with a deep gaze.

Bad brother.

A thoroughly wicked prince!

"Let's go, let's keep shopping."

Ding Heng got up and walked towards another store.

Baima caught up, her steps a few paces heavier than before.

For the next hour, Ding Heng kept directing Baima to run errands.

Go downstairs to buy a pack of tissues, go next door to pick up a pair of shoes Wenshu wants to try on, and go to the service desk to ask if they have any member discounts.

Baima ran back and forth in the mall, her legs almost giving out.

The things in my hands are also increasing.

Two shopping bags, a shoebox, and a bag of hair accessories that Wenjing bought for Wenshu.

Baima switched from left hand to right hand, and from right hand to left hand, until both palms were red from being squeezed.

Wenjing couldn't stand it anymore and whispered in Ding Heng's ear, "That's enough, Baima is carrying so much stuff—"

Ding Heng smiled and said, "I'm not in charge of my sister, why are you being nosy? Besides, I didn't force her."

"Then why are you interfering with my parenting?"

"How can that be the same!"

"Ugh————"

Ding Heng stopped as he passed a McDonald's.

"Wait a minute."

He walked into the store and a few minutes later brought out three strawberry sundaes.

He handed one to Wenjing, one to Wenshu, and kept one for himself.

Pema looked at the ice cream and unconsciously swallowed her saliva.

"Brother————"

She leaned closer, gazing longingly at the sundae in Ding Heng's hand: "I want one too."

"you?"

Ding Heng scooped up a spoonful of ice cream and put it in his mouth, savoring it slowly.

"You're doing the work now, so if you want ice cream, you have to pay for it yourself. What kind of employee asks their boss for things?"

"Can't I just deduct it from my salary?"

Bai Ma got anxious and raised her voice again.

"no."

Ding Heng refused decisively.

Baima's anger flared up.

She didn't know where she got the courage, but she leaned over and took a big bite of the ice cream in Ding Heng's hand.

The cool sensation melts between the lips and teeth, and the sweetness is cloying.

Baima mumbled indistinctly, "It has to be done, you can deduct it from my salary!"

Ding Heng paused for a second, looking at the bitten sundae in his hand, then at Bai Ma's stubborn little face.

The little girl's puffed-up face is so cute.

Ding Heng couldn't hold back any longer; the corners of his mouth curved slightly as he reached out and gently wiped away the ice cream residue from Bai Ma's lips with his thumb.

The moment the man's rough, large hand touched her smooth skin, Bai Ma's eyelashes trembled slightly.

"Alright, the boss is in a good mood today."

Ding Heng handed over the bitten sundae he was holding: "Here, have one!"

He really couldn't bring himself to be ruthless towards Baima, and the little girl seemed to have figured that out perfectly.

Baima took the sundae, stared blankly for two seconds, then scooped up a spoonful and put it in her mouth.

sweet.

It's even sweeter than the bite she just sneaked!

The group continued walking and came to a girls' clothing store.

Several sweet-style autumn outfits were hanging in the shop window, with pink and white color scheme and lace trim, so cute that it was hard to look away.

Wen Shu stood in front of the shop window, glancing at it a few more times, but didn't say anything.

Baima, on the other hand, was direct, pressing her entire body against the glass, her eyes shining.

"Wow, how long has this store been open? It looks so nice!"

She turned around and grabbed Wen Shu's forearm: "Xiao Shu, let's try this!"

Wen Shu subconsciously looked at Wen Jing.

Wenjing turned to look at Ding Heng.

Ding Heng received the signal and gestured to Bai Ma with his chin: "Okay, you accompany Wen Shu to pick out a few sets, and I'll pay for them together."

"real?"

Pema's eyes shone even brighter.

Why would I lie to you?

"Then I want to wear matching outfits with Xiaoshu!"

Baima excitedly grabbed Wenshu and ran into the store.

The two little girls wandered around in front of the clothes rack, sometimes picking up one piece to try it on, sometimes picking up another to discuss the color.

The sales assistant followed behind, all smiles.

"Xiao Shu, try this on!"

In the shop, Baima picked up a light blue dress and held it up against Wenshu.

"You'd definitely look good in this!"

"Isn't it too short? —"

Wen Shu glanced at the hem of her skirt, feeling a little embarrassed.

"Not too short, not too short, this is the trendy style right now, it's so pretty!"

Baima had already shoved the clothes into Wenshu's hands and was pushing her towards the fitting room: "Go try them on quickly, I'll help you change!"

A few minutes later, the fitting room door opened.

Wenjing stood at the door, carefully observing her younger sister, when she suddenly heard Ding Heng speak softly.

"Quiet".

"Um?"

"Don't you think Xiaoshu has become much prettier?"

Wen Shu stood in front of the mirror, her long hair flowing freely, her eyebrows and eyes relaxed and bright.

Her facial features are almost the same as they were six months ago, but her overall temperament is completely different.

As her skin became fairer, she became more relaxed and radiated a youthful glow.

"It seems so—"

Suddenly, Wenjing recalled her high school days.

Most of the time she looked drab, with thick bangs covering her forehead, always wearing loose sportswear, and huddled in a corner of the classroom.

She had good grades, but she had a very low profile. The only time she received attention was when boys whispered behind her back about her exaggerated figure.

When did she start to change?

The summer vacation after the second year of high school is over, and the final year of high school begins.

Wenjing couldn't help but worry, "Xiaoshu is a senior in high school now. If she becomes pretty and learns how to dress up, what if—"

"What if they start dating too early?"

Ding Heng chimed in, teasingly saying, "You, as the older sister, didn't even get to enjoy your youth, yet you won't let your younger sister enjoy it for a year?"

Wenjing was speechless, and turned her head to glare angrily at Ding Heng.

But she couldn't refute it.

Ding Heng is right.

Her adolescence was a gray and gloomy period, except for a bright spot at the end.

I wonder if my sister will have the same good luck —

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