novelraw Chapter 97 Time Management
Chapter 97 Time Management
Chapter 97 Time Management
The Hunan cuisine restaurant was filled with the aroma of cooking.
Ding Heng picked up a piece of pork rib and placed it in Hua Qing's bowl: "Senior, are you still in pain?"
Hua Qing raised her head and glared at him with shame and indignation.
"Scumbag."
He cursed as usual, then lowered his head and continued eating.
Ding Heng's special medicine was indeed effective; the pain disappeared, but the humiliation lingered in Hua Qing's heart.
Moreover, whenever Hua Qing recalled the process of Ding Heng personally applying the medicine to her, she wished she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into!
Ding Heng continued, "Senior, are you staying in Wuling for another day tomorrow?"
Hua Qing didn't want to pay attention to him until she heard Ding Heng cough softly, as if it were a warning.
She instinctively covered her buttocks with one hand, then obediently spoke.
"Hmm, one more day of class."
"Okay, I'll go with you tomorrow."
Hua Qing said urgently, "My students are coming again tomorrow, please don't—"
"rest assured."
Ding Heng interrupted her, smiling nonchalantly: "As long as you don't make a mistake, why would I bear to punish you?"
"abnormal----"
Despite her scolding, Hua Qing asked in a low voice, "Don't you need to stay with Zhao Yanxi and Wenjing?"
Ding Heng calmly took out his phone, scrolled through it a few times, and then handed it to Hua Qing.
On the screen was a message sent by Zhao Yanxi half an hour earlier.
A group photo.
Two girls stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the Chujiang Hotel, with the night view of Changsha in the background.
Zhao Yanxi dyed her fading misty purple hair back into a pink-blue gradient, making her hair look dreamlike under the lights and giving her a more pure and beautiful appearance.
Wenjing also changed her hair color at Zhao Yanxi's urging, but it wasn't as eye-catching. It was a regular dark brown color, understated yet gentle, which, combined with her oval face, made her look even more well-behaved and cute.
[Lucky Zhao]: Brother Ding Heng! I've completed the task you gave me! I bought Wenjing lots of pretty clothes today! [Pictures][Pictures][Pictures]
[Lucky Zhao]: Xiao Jing and I are staying at the Chujiang Hotel tonight. Will you come to see us tomorrow?
Ding Heng hadn't replied yet, so he asked with a smile, "How does Senior want me to reply?"
Hua Qing turned her face away and remained silent.
Ding Heng sighed sadly, "Fine, since my senior doesn't want me to come with her, I'll buy a ticket back to Xingcheng later."
He pretended to start typing, and Hua Qing suddenly spoke up.
"Last month, Qianqian's uncle came to the hotel and insisted on inviting me to dinner."
Her voice was very soft, as if she were talking to herself: "I refused last time, but I'm afraid he'll come again—"
Ding Heng paused in his work and turned to look at Hua Qing.
Hua Qing stared down at the rice in the bowl, her ears turning slightly red.
Ding Heng smiled calmly and continued typing his reply.
[Ding Heng]: I'm with my friend in Wuling. I'll come find you after military training.
The message was sent, and Zhao Yanxi replied instantly.
[Lucky Zhao]: What kind of friend?
[Ding Heng]: Are you checking up on me?
【Lucky Little Zhao】: [Sullen little cat.jpg]
[Lucky Zhao]: You stood me up again this weekend, I'm ignoring you!
[Ding Heng]: Really ignoring me?
Zhao Yanxi stopped replying.
Ding Heng was both amused and exasperated, and waved his phone at Hua Qing: "So, I'll be your protector this once, senior?"
Hua Qing ate her food in silence, ignoring him.
[Progress of romantic entanglement: 59%]
Chujiang Hotel, Presidential Suite.
When Wenjing came out of the shower, her hair was still wet, and she was wearing a large T-shirt that revealed her two fair legs.
She moved closer to Zhao Yanxi, her face full of anticipation, and asked, "Yanxi, Yanxi, what did Ding Heng say?"
Zhao Yanxi was lying on the sofa scrolling through her phone when she heard this and pinched Wenjing's cheek in an annoyed tone.
"Wenjing, Wenjing, your man is with you every day, how come you can't keep an eye on him?!"
Wenjing's face was distorted from being rubbed so much, and she mumbled pitifully.
"Why are you blaming me again?!"
Zhao Yanxi released her hands and sat up cross-legged.
"He asked you to come find me to go shopping for clothes on the weekend. Can't you guess why?"
Wenjing blinked, looking bewildered, and asked.
"What's the reason?"
Zhao Yanxi poked her forehead in exasperation.
"He must be making time to see a vixen!"
Wenjing rubbed her forehead and said softly.
"It can't be that bad—"
"How could it not be that bad?"
Zhao Yanxi glared at her.
"You're like a well-fed man who doesn't know the hunger of a starving man. You're always hanging out with Ding Heng at school, so of course you don't think it's that bad. I only have weekends and holidays, and you want some vixen to steal them away? Of course it's that bad!"
Wenjing pouted.
"That's because you got a high score on the college entrance exam."
"Hey--!"
Zhao Yanxi was furious and reached out to tickle her.
"Little Jingjing, you're making sarcastic remarks now, aren't you?"
Wenjing quickly moved aside, and the two of them rolled around on the sofa.
After fussing for a while, Zhao Yanxi lay down on her side and sighed.
"I can't be bothered to discuss this with you. And Hua Yue too, I asked her to find me a vixen, but I haven't heard a word in so long."
Wenjing calmed down, lay down next to her, and thought for a while.
"Yan hope".
"Um?
'
"if----"
Wenjing carefully considered her words before speaking: "I mean, if we really find the vixen you're talking about, what are you going to do?"
Unexpectedly, Zhao Yanxi was stumped by Wen Jing's question.
What?
She really hadn't thought about it.
You can't really go and pull each other's hair and start a fight, can you?
That would be so embarrassing.
Moreover—Ding Heng will definitely be angry.
She shook her head, trying to clear her mind.
"Never mind that, let's find it first!"
A hotel in Wuling.
It was late at night, and only a dim bedside lamp was lit in the room.
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Hua Qing lay on her side on the bed, her back to Ding Heng, her body stiff.
The mattress behind her sank in, and an arm reached out and gently wrapped around her waist.
Just like that night in Chengdu.
I just held him.
Nothing was done.
Hua Qing opened her eyes and gazed at the night view outside the window.
My heart was racing, but I felt inexplicably at ease.
She didn't know what was wrong with her.
She had clearly made up her mind to stop being "ambiguous" with Ding Heng, to hate him, to despise him, and to avoid him.
But the moment he appeared—all efforts were immediately rendered utterly useless.
Finally, Hua Qing closed her eyes, quietly enjoying the man's embrace, and stopped thinking.
The next morning.
Sunlight streamed in through the gap in the curtains. Hua Qing opened her eyes and found that she had turned over at some point and was now facing Ding Heng's chest.
He was still asleep, breathing evenly.
Hua Qing stared at the man's profile for a few seconds, then gently moved his hand away, preparing to get up.
Just as she sat up, a hand reached out and pulled her back onto the bed.
"Ugh————"
Ding Heng closed his eyes and pulled her into his arms.
"Lie down a little longer."
Hua Qing struggled for a moment, but couldn't break free.
"I have class at nine o'clock—"
"It's still early."
'
Hua Qing gave up struggling again and obediently snuggled into Ding Heng's arms.
Half an hour later, Ding Heng finally let go.
Hua Qing sat up, her hair disheveled, her face flushed, and couldn't help but glare at him and hurl a curse.
"Scumbag!"
Ding Heng yawned lazily, completely unconcerned.
Hua Qing got out of bed and began packing her things.
"My class doesn't end until the afternoon."
As she stuffed her dance clothes into her bag, she muttered, "The car is yours. Go wander around if you're bored."
Ding Heng sat up and shook his head: "You can take the car, otherwise it will be inconvenient for you. I have a way to relieve your boredom."
Hua Qing didn't ask any more questions and nodded.
"Then I'm leaving."
"Bye-Bye."
"Bye-Bye."
The door closed, the footsteps faded away, and the room became quiet.
Ding Heng leaned against the headboard, and suddenly a scroll appeared in his hand.
[Transfer Scroll]
[Consumable: Single-use item; teleportation points must be set up in advance]
[Current Price: 60 Divine Merit Points]
After the items were discounted by 60%, he suddenly had a lot more merit points. He wondered if the discount would continue in the future.
The teleportation point had already been set up, located on the 27th floor of the Chujiang Hotel, in the corner of the presidential suite's living room.
A faint light flashed, and the room was instantly empty.
Chujiang Hotel, Presidential Suite.
Ding Heng walked through the living room and gently pushed open the door to the master bedroom. Zhao Yanxi was still fast asleep on the bed.
She lay on her side, her long, light blue-tinted hair spread out on the pillow like a soft cloud.
She was wearing a silk slip dress with thin straps hanging on her rounded shoulders. The neckline was quite low, but because of her lying position, it was slightly open, revealing an alluring curve.
The nightgown was very short, barely covering the top of her thighs. One leg was straight, and the other was slightly curled up. Her fair skin glowed softly in the morning light.
She was sleeping soundly, her eyelashes drooping gently, her breathing even, and a slight smile on her lips, as if she were having a sweet dream.
Ding Heng walked over and stood by the bed, quietly admiring the girl's sleeping face.
Then—he pounced on him.
"Ugh!!!"
Zhao Yanxi woke up instantly, her eyes wide open, and she instinctively wanted to scream.
Ding Heng quickly covered her mouth.
"Shhh."
He put his index finger to his lips as a shushing gesture.
When Zhao Yanxi saw that it was Ding Heng, her terrified expression instantly turned into shock, and then into delight.
Ding Heng released his grip.
"Brother Ding Heng!!!" Zhao Yanxi exclaimed in a low voice, "Weren't you in Wuling? How did you get here?!"
Ding Heng looked at her with a smile: "What, don't you want to see me?"
"How could that be!"
Zhao Yanxi wrapped her arms around his neck, draped herself over him, and nuzzled against him affectionately: "I missed you so much!"
Ding Heng put his arm around her waist, letting her snuggle against him for a while, and then gently patted her thigh.
"Don't try to fool me with sweet talk! I haven't settled the score with that naughty cat for not replying to my messages yesterday."
Zhao Yanxi froze, looked up, and blinked her big, bright eyes.
"Brother Ding Heng~"
She continued in a drawn-out, coquettish tone, "Don't take it personally~"
Ding Heng smiled without saying a word, and took out something from behind him: the pointer he used to punish Hua Qing yesterday.
Zhao Yanxi took a closer look and gasped.
A sense of fear rose in my heart, but there was also a tiny bit of anticipation.
"Brother Ding Heng~ Please don't do this~"
She tried to plead again: "It wouldn't be good to wake Xiaojing. We stayed up late watching horror movies last night and didn't go to bed until very late—"
Ding Heng grinned mischievously: "Whether you wake Wenjing up or not depends on you."
"Ugh————"
'
Knowing she couldn't escape, Zhao Yanxi puffed out her cheeks, turned her head sullenly, lay down on the bed, bent her knees, and assumed a familiar posture.
Finally, he bit down hard on the corner of the pillow, his expression one of resignation to his fate!