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Chapter 261: Giving the Prince a break?

It's already the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, time to welcome the God of Wealth.

Despite working hard all night, Ding Heng was full of energy. He got up, made a cup of coffee, and went to the floor-to-ceiling window to quietly gaze at the river view.

The doorbell rang suddenly.

On the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, who?

Ding Heng walked over and opened the door. Outside, Bai Ma tilted her head and smiled at him.

A bright red dress embroidered with gold thread depicting the God of Wealth.

Her hair was styled into pigtails in a bun, with red ribbons tied into bows that hung down beside her ears, and a gold sequin was attached to her forehead, sparkling.

Thick white pantyhose covered her short legs, with red thread tied around the mid-thighs, leaving a shallow mark on her skin.

The little girl held the gold ingot in both hands, her eyes crinkling with laughter, revealing two small tiger teeth.

"Brother! The God of Wealth has come to bring you fortune!"

Ding Heng was both amused and exasperated: "What's with this outfit?"

"God of Wealth! Can't you see?"

Baima tiptoed forward and shoved the gold ingot into Ding Heng's chest: "Catch it, catch it, it's so heavy!"

Ding Heng reached out and took the gold ingot. It was indeed quite heavy. When he opened it, he found it filled with candies and chocolates, with colorful wrappers crammed together, and a few Ferrero Rocher chocolates wrapped in gold foil.

He was both amused and exasperated: "Where did you get these clothes?"

"I bought it online."

Baima crawled under Ding Heng's arm through the door and bent down to change her shoes.

The hem of her red skirt rode up a bit with her movement, revealing her rounded buttocks encased in white pantyhose: "This was specially prepared for you, aren't you surprised?"

"I was quite surprised, but I didn't feel any joy."

Ding Heng closed the door, turned around, and said, "Why didn't you tell me you were coming back?"

"Would it still be a surprise if I told you?"

Bai Ma took off her leather boots and kicked them to the shoe cabinet. Her feet, wrapped in white silk, stepped onto the floor, her toes gently curling and relaxing, leaving a few shallow wet marks on the floor tiles from her sweaty feet.

"I'm exhausted—I got up early this morning to catch my flight, I'm so sleepy, and my legs are so sore."

She slumped onto the sofa, stretched her short legs toward Ding Heng, and pleaded pitifully, "Brother, rub it for me~"

Ding Heng sat down beside her and gently patted her.

"Pretending again."

"No trick! It's really sour!"

Baima placed her feet on Ding Heng's thighs, her toes lightly tapping the inside of his knees: "You've been to my hometown before, haven't you? During the Spring Festival, I walked several kilometers every day on average, and I even got calluses."

"Really?"

"If you don't believe me, take off my socks and see—"

Baima took the initiative to make a request, but she lacked confidence, and her eyes darted around unnaturally.

Ding Heng glanced down.

White Ma pantyhose are made of thick, matte fabric that tightly wraps around the legs and extends all the way to the hem of the skirt.

If you want to take it off, you have to put your hands inside first —

Ding Heng took a deep breath, raised his hand and grasped Bai Ma's left ankle, pressing his thumb onto the sole of her foot.

"hiss----"

'

Baima gasped, her toes instinctively curling, and she leaned back, crying out, "Brother, be gentle!"

"Didn't you tell me to massage it?"

Ding Heng loosened his grip.

The white tights felt soft and smooth to the touch; through the thin cotton fabric, I could feel the warmth of my feet and the subtle contours of my bones.

My soles were slightly damp, a light sweat from rushing around, which was absorbed by my cotton socks, making them feel even softer.

Baima's breathing gradually became erratic, and a few muffled groans escaped from her nose.

"Hmm—a little more pressure on the left—yes—right here—"

Ding Heng suddenly increased the force in his hand, and Bai Ma's body trembled slightly.

"Um----"

She bit her lower lip, swallowing the sound.

"Brother, could you get me some of that ointment you used for your wives?"

"Why would I give it to you?"

"I walk a lot all the time, can't I take care of myself a bit?"

Bai Ma gently kneaded her toes in Ding Heng's palm, like a kitten kneading its paws: "Don't be biased!"

"I gave it to them for my own convenience."

Ding Heng pressed his thumb firmly on the sole of Bai Ma's foot.

"Ouch—it hurts!"

Baima gasped and sprang halfway up the sofa.

She simply moved closer to Ding Heng, her big eyes blinking brightly: "Sister can also help brother out, right? —"

Ding Heng turned his head to look at her, a half-smile on his face.

"When is it convenient for you?"

"Just—just—"

Pema stammered, "Brother, do whatever you want—"

Ding Heng didn't say anything, but raised his hand and squeezed her foot hard.

"Ouch!"

Bai Ma winced in pain, pulled her feet off Ding Heng's thighs, curled up and hugged her knees, gently rubbed her injured ankles that had been pinched red, glared at Ding Heng angrily, and pouted slightly.

"You stinking brother! You're so rough!"

"Alright, behave yourself."

Ding Heng picked up his coffee again and took a sip. It had gone cold and was even more bitter.

"snort!"

Bai Ma gave a soft hum and slumped back onto the sofa, her little feet dangling and her toes twitching.

Footsteps echoed down the stairs as Lin Man yawned and came down.

"Pema?"

She exclaimed in surprise and asked, "When did you get back?"

Baima jumped off the sofa, ran to Lin Man, and clasped her hands together in a gesture of respect.

Happy New Year, Sister Man! Wishing you ever-increasing beauty and youthfulness in the new year, and that your boss will pamper you even more!

"Oh my, what a sweet talker."

Lin Man laughed and pinched Bai Ma's cheek: "Your outfit—is it the God of Wealth?"

"yes!"

Pema twirled around triumphantly: "Isn't it beautiful?"

"It looks great!"

Lin Man gave a perfunctory reply, then asked, "How much New Year's money did you receive this year? Let me be a little envious."

Bai Ma's smile instantly vanished.

"Don't even mention it."

She sighed, "My mom didn't give me a single penny, saying I'm an adult now and should earn my own money. My uncles and aunts did give me some, but it's not even enough for my plane ticket back home."

"That bad?"

Lin Man looked at Ding Heng with a smile: "How about I have your brother get you a big one later?"

Baima also turned to look at Ding Heng, her eyes pleading.

Ding Heng didn't even look up when he heard this: "Why are you looking at me? I'm not a god of wealth."

"Why aren't you?"

'

Baima, getting impatient, ran back to Ding Heng, tilted her head back, put her hands on her hips, and her red skirt brushed against Ding Heng's knees: "They came all this way to give you money? You have to reciprocate, right? There's no reason to just take and not give!"

"We'll talk about it when you start school."

"Ugh—stingy."

Footsteps echoed down the stairs again, and Wenjing, Zhao Yanxi, and Hua Qing came down one after another, greeting Baima warmly.

Some pinched her cheeks, some stroked her hair, and they all praised her for her adorable God of Wealth outfit, wanting to share in the good fortune.

Zhao Yanxi suddenly suggested, "Brother Ding Heng, Baima is back. Shouldn't we go out and have some fun? We're so bored staying at home every day."

Lin Man chimed in, "I think so too. These past few days during the Lunar New Year have made everyone feel like they're going to mold."

Wenjing asked softly, "Where to?"

"Let's find a warm place."

Pema was the first to speak: "I've been freezing in Tibet these past few days, it's been below minus ten degrees Celsius every day. I have to bundle up like a bear when I go out. And when I got back to Changsha, it was all damp and cold. Now I just want to wear something light and get some sunshine."

"Going to the beach again?"

"Sure!"

Lin Man had already taken out her phone and started scrolling: "How about Phuket, a visa-free, warm island? Visa on arrival, direct flight, only four or five hours away."

Everyone turned to look at Ding Heng, waiting for the man to make a decision.

Ding Heng slowly took a sip of coffee, his tone calm and unwavering.

"You can arrange it."

On a whim, the group arrived at Kamala Beach in Phuket at 3 p.m.

The journey from the airport to the villa took less than an hour, and Lin Man's "friend" personally came to pick her up from the airport.

A Thai man of Chinese descent in his early thirties was driving a black Toyota Alphard.

Dressed in a suit and tie, he politely escorted everyone to the mountainside, introducing the local customs and culture in fluent Chinese along the way.

The villa is built on a cliff, facing the Andaman Sea.

The infinity pool's water merges seamlessly with the distant sea, making it impossible to distinguish where the pool edge ends and the horizon begins.

The white building is nestled in the shade of palm trees, its lines clean and simple, with large floor-to-ceiling windows reflecting the color of the sky.

The girls each chose their rooms, changed into their swimsuits, and jumped into the pool. Baima was the last one to come out, splashing water everywhere.

The pink and white striped one-piece swimsuit is made of slightly thick cotton and features a small bow decoration on the chest.

Unlike other women's sheer and sexy designs, this one is like an enlarged version of a child's dress, cute and childlike, yet clean and neat.

Her two short legs were thin and white, with round knees, soft flesh on her calves, and pink toes.

Bai Ma plunged into the pool with a rather awkward motion, splashing up a large spray of water that made Lin Man scream and dodge.

She slowly swam to the edge of the pool, lay down on the edge, and rested her chin on her arm.

"Comfortable----"

The sunlight poured down from above, turning her fair shoulders slightly pink.

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

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

"Ugh—Sister-in-law!"

'

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

"A man, huh!"

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's wrong?"

"It's 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, and the county officials—they were all incredibly warm and welcoming to me. The way they looked at me was as if they regarded me as—"

"Looking at your future boss's wife?"

Ding Heng spoke for her.

I guess so.

Baima 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, she can work for another ten years or so without any problem. Who knows what the world will be like in ten years? Maybe AI will do all the work, and you won't have to do anything, you 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'll 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, don't put too much pressure on yourself, and don't think about taking over the family business. Your mother has her reasons for building the business, so 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 coast 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 piece of trash? 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 you know, brother?

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; Ding Heng's superhuman senses told him that a large fish was swimming rapidly away—

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!"

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

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

"what?"

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

"Not going to say anything?"

"You stinky prince—you wicked prince—"

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

The sea breeze is gentle.

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