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Chapter 88 Playing Mahjong and Foot Care

Ding Heng's perception is now far beyond that of ordinary people. He clearly saw the half-closed door last night and the figure that lingered at the door for a long time.

Unexpectedly, Hua Qing's romantic entanglement progressed by leaps and bounds, approaching 40% in just one night.

Looking again at the aloof, classically beautiful woman before him, Ding Heng felt a sense of unease.

What other hidden fetishes does Hua Qing have?

The car was parked in the underground garage, and the three of them carried large and small bags upstairs.

Pushing open the door of the guesthouse, Wenjing was busy in the kitchen wearing an apron. Soup was simmering on the stove, and the chopped vegetables were neatly arranged on the cutting board.

"You're back?"

Wenjing poked her head out from the kitchen, exuding the air of a virtuous wife and loving mother: "You guys rest for a bit, it'll be ready soon."

Hua Yue leaned over for a peek: "Wow, Xiao Jingjing, you bought so many groceries?"

Wenjing nodded: "Yeah, we got it while we were killing the chicken. We were thinking we'd cook it ourselves."

Ding Heng walked into the kitchen: "Do you need any help?"

"No, no!"

Wenjing quickly waved her hand: "You can just go outside and wait."

Hua Qing didn't say anything, but silently sat down at the dining table, her gaze following Wen Jing who was busy in the kitchen.

The girl, wearing an apron and bustling about, was so virtuous that no one could find fault with her.

Unlike her, she doesn't even know how to make the next dish.

If you marry her, she'll probably only be kept as a pretty face.

Dinner was quickly served.

Four dishes and a soup, very home-style.

"Delicious!" Hua Yue was the first to pick up her chopsticks. "Wenjing, your cooking is amazing!"

Wenjing smiled shyly, "No, it's nothing, I just did it casually."

Zhao Yanxi picked up a piece of stir-fried pork with chili peppers, but instead of putting it in her own mouth, she held it directly to Ding Heng's lips:

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"Brother Ding Heng, try this."

Ding Heng opened his mouth to catch it, chewed it, and said, "Hmm, Xiao Jing's cooking skills have indeed improved again."

Wenjing's ears turned red, and she picked up another chicken leg and put it into Ding Heng's bowl: "Ding Heng, try this one too, it's been stewing for a long time."

The four people at the table were enjoying their meal immensely, but Hua Qing alone couldn't muster any appetite for the food.

She watched Zhao Yanxi naturally serve food to Ding Heng, and saw Wen Jing's shy yet happy expression. The unspoken understanding between the three of them brought back a bittersweet feeling to her heart.

Ever since she hid in the closet yesterday, this bittersweet feeling had been rising in her heart like a tide, wave after wave—

That's why, in the car today, she inexplicably asked that question—"What should I wear to see your dad?"

As soon as she said it, she was stunned.

But she had a gut feeling that if she didn't bring it up herself, the matter would definitely fall on Zhao Yanxi's shoulders.

So she had to do something to suppress the bitterness in her heart.

After finishing her meal, Hua Yue slumped onto the sofa: "I'm so full—what's next?"

Zhao Yanxi's eyes lit up: "Let's play mahjong!"

"Mahjong?"

"Yes, doesn't the guesthouse have an automatic mahjong table?"

Zhao Yanxi had already started making arrangements: "Xiao Jingjing doesn't know how, so the four of us are just right!"

"Okay, but I'm telling you, don't try to renege on your bet if you lose."

"Whoever reneges on their debt is a dog!"

It's clear that both girls are very confident in their mahjong skills.

The four people sat down.

Ding Heng sat in the north, Zhao Yanxi sat in the east, Hua Yue sat in the south, and Hua Qing sat in the west.

The first game began with the mahjong tiles clanging and clattering inside the machine.

Zhao Yanxi picked up the cards, her eyes darting around.

She had no other thought tonight but to win, especially to win against Ding Heng.

After being messed with by him last night, I have to get my revenge at the card table today.

After several rounds, she realized she was overthinking it.

Ding Heng is a mahjong player who's like he's cheating.

He knows when to pong and when to kong, playing his cards with precision and ruthlessness, as if he can predict everyone's hand.

"Brother Ding Heng~"

Zhao Yanxi started using outside tactics, pouting and acting coquettishly: "Let me have a turn, I'm about to lose all my travel expenses back."

Ding Heng glanced at her but didn't say anything.

The next second, a bare foot quietly peeked out from under the table and gently rubbed against Ding Heng's calf.

Zhao Yanxi pretended to be looking at the cards intently, while her toes gently hooked around Ding Heng's leg.

Ding Heng chuckled and reached out to grab Zhao Yanxi's ankle.

Ding Heng later instructed Zhao Yanxi to use the ointment given to Wenjing, and asked her to keep her feet clean.

So far, Zhao Yanxi seems to be very obedient.

My feet, which were originally delicate and fair, are now flawless and incredibly smooth and comfortable to the touch.

"you----!"

She instinctively tried to pull her hand back, but Ding Heng's hand was pressed tightly, and his thumb gently scraped the sole of her foot.

Zhao Yanxi was startled and almost cried out.

"Play your cards well."

Ding Heng remained expressionless, playing cards while fiddling with the objects.

Slowly run your thumb along the sole of your foot, rubbing it back and forth along that soft curve.

Then, following the arch of her foot downwards, she gently massaged her heel, and then stroked her toes one by one upwards along the instep.

Zhao Yanxi bit her lower lip, her sitting posture extremely awkward.

He could only sit sideways on the chair, barely maintaining his balance by sitting on half of his buttocks.

Hua Qing turned her head to look, and from her angle, she could clearly see the ambiguous interaction between Ding Heng and Zhao Yanxi.

But Ding Heng didn't shy away from her at all; it was as if he was doing it specifically for her.

"abnormal----"

She silently complained and played a 30,000.

"bump!"

Ding Heng made a pong, and Zhao Yanxi took the opportunity to pinch his fingers with her toes, glancing at the cards in front of her with a pitiful look.

The meaning is clear—"Please, dear brother, let me win one round!"

Ding Heng's lips curved slightly, but he still didn't speak.

Two more rounds passed, and Ding Heng picked up a card and played it: "Two of Wan."

Zhao Yanxi's eyes lit up, thinking that Ding Heng had finally softened and was feeding her cards.

"bump!"

She quickly took the 20,000 tiles, and after hesitating for a long time, she still risked discarding a 9 of Bamboo in order to get a winning hand.

"Nine of Bamboo".

"Hu!"

Hua Qing pushed her tiles forward: "A pure suit with all three pairs, plus two bird tiles, triples the winnings, 525!"

Zhao Yanxi: "???"

She stared wide-eyed at Hua Qing's cards, then at Ding Heng.

Ding Heng shrugged, looking completely innocent.

Zhao Yanxi angrily pulled her foot back from Ding Heng's leg and kicked him twice, her expression sullen.

His eyes clearly said—you made me lose money, so I'm not letting you play with my feet anymore!

Ding Heng smiled and shook his head, then continued drawing cards.

Hua Qing lowered her head to arrange her cards, but felt a little strange.

It seems like she had it too easy in this round?

It was obvious that she was waiting for a pure suit hand. If Ding Heng hadn't fed Zhao Yanxi a tile to pong, causing Zhao Yanxi to take the risk and discard her only nine of bamboo, she wouldn't have been able to win at all.

She looked up at Ding Heng, whose expression was nonchalant, as if it had nothing to do with him.

In the following games, this feeling became more and more obvious.

The cards Ding Heng played were always the ones she wanted.

When the time is right, the card will appear at just the right moment.

When it's time to gamble, I always manage to draw the cards I need.

The chips in front of Hua Qing kept piling up higher and higher.

[Progress of romantic entanglement: 41%]

She lowered her eyes, a feeling she couldn't quite describe welling up inside her.

Is Ding Heng trying to make her happy?

Suddenly, something gently touched her ankle under the table.

Before Hua Qing could react, Ding Heng played another card.

"Sanjo."

Hua Qing looked down and saw that it was her card.

"Damn it!"

Draw another card.

"Six of a kind, a winning hand, self-draw!"

"Wow!"

Hua Yue's eyes widened: "Sis, your luck is amazing today!"

Hua Qing didn't say anything, but pushed the cards over, her heart beating faster.

Under the table, Ding Heng nudged her with his foot again.

Hua Qing looked up and met Ding Heng's ambiguous smile.

"Your senior won by so much, you should at least give her something in return, right?"

Hua Qing was stunned.

express?

She looked at Ding Heng, then at the others at the table.

Zhao Yanxi was engrossed in organizing her cards, while Hua Yue was calculating how much money she had lost. No one noticed her and Ding Heng.

Ding Heng asked her to express————

Could it be that he wants her to replace Zhao Yanxi and play with his feet?

After finishing one round, a new game began. Hua Qing hesitated for a long time, but finally slowly pulled her feet out of her slippers.

Having practiced dance for over a decade, her control over her body far surpasses that of ordinary people, unlike Zhao Yanxi's awkwardness.

Her toes gently darted out, gliding silently across the floor, finally touching Ding Heng's calf and slowly moving upwards.

The next second, Ding Heng accurately grabbed Hua Qing's ankle and placed it on his thigh.

Hua Qing's body stiffened, and her toes curled up involuntarily.

As a dance student, unlike Zhao Yanxi's fair and slender feet, her feet weren't as pretty.

My toes are somewhat deformed from wearing pointe shoes for many years, with thick calluses on the joints, rough skin on the soles, and cracks on my heels.

Hua Qing didn't pay much attention to it. After all, most dancers' feet are like that. If you want to create a good piece, you have to wear down your feet, practice, and get injured.

She never imagined that one day her feet would be used as a "toy" by a man.

But now, Ding Heng's hands were rubbing her feet, and she could clearly feel the rough, ugly marks on her feet being touched by the man.

His thumb traced the calluses on the soles of her feet, a hard, thick layer.

Then, following the arch of her foot downwards, I touched the cracked lines on her heel.

Finally, I pinched her toes and stroked them one by one, my fingertips touching the joints that were slightly deformed from long-term pressure.

Hua Qing lowered her eyes, her face burning hot.

She didn't know if Ding Heng would find it offensive.

Do you think her feet aren't as pretty or as smooth as Zhao Yanxi's?

Could it be that————

Ding Heng suddenly spoke up, his tone casual: "After we finish playing mahjong, how about we go get a foot massage?"

Hua Qing's heart tightened. Was this a signal to her?

Zhao Yanxi jokingly replied, "Brother Ding Heng, are you seriously washing your feet?"

"I'd like to."

While drawing cards, Ding Heng continued to massage Hua Qing's feet, pressing his thumb on the calluses on the soles of her feet and gently rubbing them a couple of times.

"If I brought four girls with me, would I go somewhere indecent?"

"Scumbag!"

Hua Qing pursed her lips and cursed inwardly.

But after I finished cursing, a strange feeling welled up inside me.

She clearly has unattractive feet, which are nowhere near as beautiful as Zhao Yanxi's.

But Ding Heng didn't loosen his grip or show any disgust. He held it in his hand and gently played with it, his movements tender and comfortable.

[Progress of romantic entanglement: 42%]

It rose another 1%.

Hua Qing lowered her eyes, unsure whether to be happy or sad.

After several rounds, Hua Qing won big, while Ding Heng neither won nor lost.

Hua Yue sighed in despair after her defeat, and Zhao Yanxi also lost by a considerable margin.

"I'm not fighting anymore!"

Zhao Yanxi leaned back in her chair, took out her phone to transfer money to Hua Qing, and said with a hint of despair, "If this keeps up, I won't have any living expenses for the month!"

Hua Yue did the math and looked mournful: "Sister, you're so lucky today, you won a thousand from each of us."

Hua Qing didn't say anything, took out her phone and clicked to receive payment. Just as she stood up, her legs suddenly went weak, and she almost lost her balance.

"Sis, what's wrong?"

Hua Yue, with her sharp eyes, immediately looked over.

"It's nothing, my legs are just a little numb from sitting for too long."

Hua Qing steadied herself, her expression unchanged: "Then let's do as Ding Heng says, let's go get a foot massage, I've won some money and I'll treat everyone!"

The group began packing, preparing to leave.

Ding Heng walked at the back, and when no one was paying attention, he took something out of his pocket and handed it to Hua Qing.

"Take it."

Hua Qing looked down and saw a tube of ointment, the packaging of which was similar to the ones Ding Heng usually gave her.

"This is?"

"Use it on your feet every day, and you're guaranteed to see amazing results—Wenjing and Yanxi both use it, so naturally you should too."

"abnormal."

Hua Qing muttered softly, but her body betrayed her by accepting the ointment.

Ding Heng continued to instruct, "Remember to use it every day; I'll be checking from time to time."

Random inspection?

How are spot checks conducted?

Hua Qing blushed and silently put the ointment into her pocket.