Why is the system taking my request to photograph a cosplayer seriously?

Chapter 245 The Fox's Tail? (Early bird pass available for 24 hours, more at 11 PM)

Longhe was woken up by his cell phone ringing in the early morning.

She groggily reached for her phone, squinted, and pressed the answer button.

"Feed————"

"Wake up, Mom has something important to tell you."

Yang Sijie's voice.

Long He's mind wasn't fully clear yet. He mumbled an "Mmm" and turned over, burying his face in the pillow.

"yesterday----"

As Yang Sijie began to recount her story, Long He gradually regained his senses, his brows furrowing more and more.

In the end, she didn't say anything, just gave a soft "hmm" again, and hung up the phone.

The phone slipped from my ear and fell onto the pillow.

Long He stared blankly at the ceiling for a full ten minutes before slowly sitting up, lifting the covers, and getting out of bed to wash up.

Upon entering the living room, Ding Heng was standing in front of the stove, stirring the noodles in the pot with chopsticks.

He turned around when he heard footsteps.

"woke up?"

"Um."

Long He responded and slumped down at the dining table, exuding a dejected and listless air.

Ding Heng brought over two bowls of noodles: "What's wrong? Didn't you sleep well last night?"

"no."

Long He forced himself to stay alert and picked up his chopsticks: "The investigation into the hotel eavesdropping and filming has been completed."

Ding Heng picked up a mouthful of noodles with his chopsticks, blew on it, and asked, "Who is it?"

"Chan-ah".

As Longhe ate, he muttered, "Last night, she went to Sister Song herself, knelt down, and confessed that she was afraid she would have nowhere to go after I went solo, so she took the risk to get something to have as a bargaining chip, at least to keep the group together. She said she didn't want anything, she just wanted a job."

Ding Heng put down his chopsticks: "What are you thinking?"

"have no idea."

Longhe answered crisply and neatly, but looked tired and had no appetite for the bland noodles.

"I even doubted Sister Song, but I never doubted Jin Canya."

Long He continued, "She could have told me, and I would have helped her find a way, really! I never said I would abandon them after going solo, so why did she—"

"Isn't her agency contract locked up by the company?"

Ding Heng interrupted Long He and stated the facts softly: "If you want to make money in China, you need to be backed by a company. What will she do after you go solo? If she can't stay with you, will she? Will her original company still be willing to support her?"

Long He was speechless.

"You seem to know quite a lot—"

She mumbled something, finally picked up a piece of noodles with her chopsticks and put it in her mouth, chewing it indistinctly.

The two finished their noodles in silence, and Longhe pushed the bowl and chopsticks away.

"I have to go, I have to catch my flight."

I'll take you to the airport.

Ding Heng also stood up and stacked the two empty bowls together: "Next time you come back, give me a heads-up. Don't do surprise attacks."

"Okay, I know————"

Long He rolled his eyes.

In her opinion, Ding Heng was probably afraid that she would suddenly attack him and catch him being intimate with another woman.

Hmph! They really don't treat their brothers like brothers!

Heartbreaking —

The two drove to the airport, saw Long He off, and then Ding Heng returned alone.

On the way back, my phone rang, and the caller ID showed Yang Sijie.

Ding Heng placed his phone on the center console and answered the call hands-free.

"Hello, Aunt Yang."

"Xiao Ding, about yesterday—thank you for your help."

Yang Sijie's tone was more polite than ever before, and she no longer treated Ding Heng as a junior.

Whether it's capital or the entertainment industry, they are both realities.

With the resources Ding Heng now holds, he can truly live like a king.

"Of course."

Ding Heng looked straight ahead and said in his usual tone, "However, Auntie, I'll still need you to keep a close eye on the people and things around Long He."

Yang Sijie said seriously, "I will focus on investigating this matter in the future. This was my oversight."

"What are you planning to do with Kim Chan-ah?"

"Xiao Ding, do you have any objections?"

"Me? Why is Auntie suddenly asking for my opinion?"

"After all, you were the one who found out."

Yang Sijie said politely, "It was you who made her confess on her own initiative, so I have to ask for your opinion."

Ding Heng could clearly sense that Yang Sijie's cautious attitude now meant she dared not offend him in the slightest.

"I'm not in the industry, so I'm not sure."

Ding Heng pushed the question back: "Auntie, you can handle it as you see fit. But it's best to deal with Longhe's matter as soon as possible, so as not to cause any more trouble."

"clear."

Yang Sijie gave a brief reply and hung up the phone.

Ding Heng picked up his phone from the center console and threw it onto the passenger seat.

Last night's events were not complicated.

For him, as long as he activates his True Sight Eyes, the truth will naturally come to light.

Between getting Kim Chan-ah to "confess voluntarily" and "directly expose" him, he chose the former.

Of course, it wasn't out of goodwill.

The fact that Jin Canya can stay by Long He's side can at least bring some popularity to her otherwise quiet team.

As for the bugging device, whether Long He was soft-hearted or Yang Sijie was pragmatic, it's up to them how they handle it.

Ding Heng doesn't care about the process as long as the outcome is beneficial to Longhe.

The car came to a stop in the underground parking garage of the duplex.

Ding Heng took the elevator upstairs and pushed open the door to enter the house.

The living room was quiet; Zhao Yanxi and Wen Jing had already gone to school.

Lin Man had just finished brewing coffee when she heard the sound and turned around in surprise.

"The boss is back?"

She quickly squatted down and took out slippers from the shoe cabinet, placing them next to Ding Heng's feet.

Ding Heng changed his shoes and walked into the living room, then collapsed onto the sofa.

Lin Man sat down next to him and reached out to massage Ding Heng's shoulders with just the right amount of pressure.

Ding Heng closed his eyes, letting Lin Man's fingers press on his shoulders and neck.

What are the plans for the next few days?

"Didn't the boss say yesterday that he was going to stay in the capital for two days?"

"To the capital—"

Ding Heng opened one eye and looked at her: "Are you going together?"

Lin Man tilted her head, a playful smile on her face: "The boss isn't happy?"

"I don't care."

Ding Heng closed his eyes again: "Mainly Hua Qing's side—"

"Don't worry, I've already asked Sister Qing."

Lin Man interrupted him, her tone light and cheerful.

"She agreed?"

Anyway, they didn't say they disagreed.

Lin Man shrugged.

Ding Heng sighed and stopped worrying about it.

"Have Manager Huang keep a close eye on the liaison with the agency, and make sure nothing goes wrong."

As Secretary Huang's status changed, Ding Heng's way of addressing her also changed.

"clear."

Lin Man obediently responded, her fingers sliding from Ding Heng's shoulder to his temples, gently massaging them.

Then she leaned closer, her tone seductive.

"Boss, when is the big star coming to join us?"

"Thump."

"

Ding Heng raised his hand and gently tapped her forehead.

Lin Man winced in pain, shrank her neck, and wisely refrained from asking any further questions.

She changed the subject, her tone becoming serious again: "Boss, are you really not going to class today?"

"I'm not going, I'm not in the mood."

"Well—boss, would you like your secretary to cheer you up?"

Lin Man raised her hand and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, revealing her fair and slender neck.

Ding Heng remained silent.

Lin Man lowered her head and placed her fingers on Ding Heng's knee, slowly sliding them up his trouser leg.

Her movements became slower and slower, as if she was deliberately prolonging every second of the touch.

Finally, Ding Heng reached out and pinched her chin, gently pressing his thumb against her lower lip.

"All you ever do is sneak food. Yan hope will come back and confront you about it."

"What can you do? She's a cunning little fox who loves to steal fish, isn't she?"

Lin Man knelt down on the cold floor, obediently tilting her head back, her eyes glistening with tears.

Ding Heng raised his hand and gently patted Lin Man's cheek.

"Since you're a fox—where's your tail?"

"How did the boss know that I had a brand new, beautiful tail waiting for him to personally attach it to me?"

Lin Man moved forward half an inch, resting her chin on Ding Heng's thigh.

Ding Heng commanded, "Is that so? Bring it here."

"Yes, boss!"

Her foxy eyes curved into two crescent moons, both cunning and docile.

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