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

Chapter 248 My Little Sister is the Best! (No time to split into two chapters today, so this is a combined chapter)

The next morning, just as dawn was breaking, the group first went to the Summer Palace, and then drove to the Badaling Great Wall.

By the time they returned to Hua Qing's house, it was already past noon.

The girls were sprawled on the sofa, none of them wanting to move.

Only Baima, perched by the window, gazed at the distant horizon through the light emanating from the buildings, but her mind was preoccupied with other things.

After taking a shower and changing his clothes, Ding Heng came out of the master bedroom, picked up his coat, and gave Hua Qing a wink.

Hua Qing understood and stood up to follow him toward the door.

Baima immediately jumped down from the windowsill and ran over, calling out, "Brother, where are you going?"

"I'm going out to take care of some errands."

Ding Heng changed his shoes without even looking up.

Baima blinked: "What's wrong? Can I—"

Before she could finish speaking, a hand reached out from behind and gently placed on her shoulder.

Lin Man smiled gently, but her tone left no room for negotiation: "Bai Ma, didn't you just say your legs were sore? You can rest for a bit. I'll have someone bring up some afternoon tea."

Baima turned around and met Lin Man's ambiguous smile, then swallowed her words back.

She understood that Ding Heng had come to the capital to be with Hua Qing, and they needed to have some time alone together.

It's not that she's being unreasonable; it's just that she hasn't completely shaken off her stubbornness.

Ding Heng and Hua Qing walked out of the room one after the other, and the door closed gently behind them.

Baima sat back down on the sofa, cross-legged, and sullenly picked up Heidou.

Black Bean was being strangled so tightly that it could hardly breathe. It struggled to jump out, but she held it down firmly.

Lin Man stepped forward and teased, "Bai Ma, why do you look like a wronged woman? Anyone who didn't know better would think your brother did something to you."

""

"I didn't—"

Bai Ma guiltily looked away, loosened her grip, and Hei Dou immediately seized the opportunity to jump down and scurried up the cat tree to hide.

Zhao Yanxi simply asked directly, "Bai Ma, tell your sister-in-law honestly, do you like your brother?"

Bai Ma's face instantly turned red; she hadn't expected Zhao Yanxi to be so direct.

She stammered, "Sister-in-law Yan Xi, what are you saying? He's my brother!"

"Oh—brother, a good brother who is not related by blood or by law, but is purely from a different father and mother."

Lin Man drawled out her words, her smile meaningful: "Last time in Europe, Bai Ma, you secretly wore my Shiyu Yuyi cosplay outfit, was it so your good brother could admire it?"

Bai Ma's pupils suddenly contracted.

"Sister Man, you...you know?"

"nonsense."

Lin Man crossed her legs: "I consulted the hotel beforehand, and the hotel general manager repeatedly assured me that no one could touch our suitcases. After thinking it over, the only suspect left is you!"

Baima lowered her head, wishing she could disappear into a crack in the ground.

Zhao Yanxi added insult to injury at the opportune moment: "Bai Ma, you're not Ding Heng's biological sister. If you like him, just admit it openly. Don't you know your brother? Does he need another woman like you?"

"I, I————"

After stammering for a while, Baima finally gave up and said, "I just—don't want him to always treat me like a child."

"So you want him to treat you like a woman?"

Lin Man's words hit the nail on the head, leaving Baima speechless.

Zhao Yanxi and Lin Man exchanged a glance and smiled knowingly.

"Bai Ma, actually, this can't be entirely blamed on your brother."

Zhao Yanxi leaned closer again and began to impart her experience: "You're petite in appearance and figure, and you usually dress in cute styles. Who could possibly have those kinds of thoughts about a cute little girl?"

Bai Ma blinked, seemingly understanding but not quite.

"But—Sister-in-law Yanxi, aren't you usually quite cute? Sometimes you even act a little younger than usual—"

"I just change my style occasionally; it's completely different from yours!"

Zhao Yanxi patiently explained, "You see, when I wear cute outfits, I usually pair them with white stockings, pull the skirt up a little, and cinch the waistline—these small changes are key! You know, men are visual creatures. If you just stand there, how will he know if you're 'cute' or 'okay'? You have to give him hints."

Lin Man chimed in, "Besides, someone like your brother is surrounded by beautiful women. If you don't take the initiative, he'll really just keep treating you like a little sister."

Baima blushed, but couldn't help asking, "Then—what should I do?"

Zhao Yanxi grinned mischievously: "The first step is to start by changing our equipment."

She got up, rummaged through her suitcase, took out a pair of brand-new white lace stockings, and handed them to Baima.

"Next time you see your brother alone, wear this. I'll let you in on a little secret: he has a particular fondness for women's feet!"

Baima took the socks, glanced down at them, and saw that they had lace trim and were made of a thin, sheer material.

"Isn't this... a bit too much?"

"Too much, too much."

Lin Man interrupted her and sent her a link to a JK (high school girl) outfit on her phone.

"Here, buy it and try it out yourself. This set should suit you quite well!"

Baima stared at the JK link on her phone, her heart racing.

Zhao Yanxi and Lin Man patted her head at the same time, their tone full of meaning.

"Little cook, you still have a long way to learn."

A week later.

Baima stood in front of her dormitory wardrobe, holding a brand-new JK uniform she hadn't had a chance to try on yet, hesitating and unsure.

My phone vibrated; it was a message from Ding Heng.

[Ding Heng]: We're at the school gate, hurry up.

Baima took a deep breath and began to change her clothes.

After changing, stand in front of the mirror again, look left and right.

Just as Lin Man said, the clothes suited her well.

White stockings covered her calves, with the lace trim at the top of the stockings set just below her calves.

The loose fit subtly conceals any figure flaws. The dress slips off one shoulder, revealing a white inner camisole, subtly adding a touch of sexiness without seeming contrived. Instead, it evokes a shy yet slightly awkward girlish charm.

After a quick touch-up, Bai Ma opened the dormitory door and ran downstairs.

When I arrived at the school gate, the black Mercedes was already parked on the side of the road.

Baima slowed down, trying to look natural, then opened the car door and sat in the passenger seat.

"Brother."

She tentatively called out softly.

Ding Heng glanced at her, his gaze lingering on her for two seconds longer than usual.

Baima's heart raced, and she held her breath.

"Did you change into new clothes?"

Ding Heng spoke calmly, then looked away and started the car.

"Hmm—it was a gift from Sister Man."

"It looks pretty good."

That's it?

Bai Ma's expectations were dashed, and she mumbled an "Oh" before fastening her seatbelt.

As the car drove onto the main road, Baima stole another glance at Ding Heng.

The man stared straight ahead, his expression completely unchanged.

The two chatted casually on the way, exchanging nothing more than mundane everyday topics like "Do you have a lot of classes this week?" and "Do you like the food in the cafeteria?"

Ding Heng's attitude toward Bai Ma, who was dressed up specially, was no different from usual.

Baima felt increasingly choked up.

The car stopped in the villa's garage, and the two went upstairs.

Zhao Yanxi, Lin Man, and Wen Jing were already in the living room.

Sister Jiang was busy in the kitchen, and the aroma of the food filled the whole house.

Zhao Yanxi was sprawled on the sofa scrolling through her phone when she heard footsteps. She looked up, her gaze falling on Baima, her eyes brightening slightly.

"Hey, Baima's outfit today is quite stylish."

Baima smiled wryly and sat down next to Zhao Yanxi.

"Sister-in-law Yanxi, the method you suggested—it doesn't seem to be working."

"It didn't work?"

Zhao Yanxi put down her phone and asked curiously, "What was your brother's reaction?"

"I just glanced at it twice, said it was pretty, and then that was it."

Baima sighed in frustration, "It's no different from usual."

Zhao Yanxi smiled wryly and sighed, "Bai Ma, you and Wen Jing are really a match for each other."

Wenjing, who was standing nearby, turned her head upon hearing this and said, "Yan hope, why did you bring me along!"

"That's impossible!"

Zhao Yanxi said matter-of-factly, "Think back to when you first got together with Ding Heng. All you did was blush and lower your head. You had such a great figure, but you hid it for an entire summer."

Wenjing blushed and retorted, "I... I just think wearing those clothes is too—"

"Too what? Too?"

Zhao Yanxi seemed disappointed: "You two, one big and one small, don't know how to utilize your strengths."

Baima quickly adopted a listening posture: "Sister-in-law Yanxi, please teach me."

Zhao Yanxi reached out and gently pinched her cheek: "Alright, today your sister-in-law will enlighten you."

She cleared her throat and began to teach.

"First, you need to find a way to create physical contact. Don't try too hard, just let it happen naturally."

"For example?"

"For example, when you're in a car, pretend you can't fasten your seatbelt and ask him to help you. When he helps you fasten it, you'll naturally be closer. Or, when you're walking, lean closer to him, shoulder to shoulder, arm to arm—men are very sensitive to these kinds of things, and if he doesn't dodge, it means he doesn't mind."

Wenjing also joined in and began to listen attentively.

Zhao Yanxi continued, "For example, when you're eating, you can pick food for him, hand him tissues, or pour him water—these small gestures may seem insignificant, but if you do them often enough, he'll get used to your care."

Baima nodded earnestly.

"Also, when you talk to him, get a little closer and look him in the eye. Don't look down when you're nervous; if you do, your presence will be weaker."

Zhao Yanxi got more and more excited as she talked, and began to boast about herself: "What did I do back then? The first time I went out to eat with Brother Ding Heng, I took his arm, poured him drinks, and shielded him from drinking—after all that, all of his cronies called me sister-in-law."

Wenjing finally couldn't help but interject, "Zhao Yanxi, is it appropriate for you to teach Baima these things?"

"What's inappropriate about it? I taught her proper dating skills, not some crooked or unorthodox methods."

Zhao Yanxi rolled her eyes and concluded, "In short, Baima, your biggest problem right now is—he treats you like a little sister, and you habitually play the role of a little sister in front of him. You need to make him realize that you are a woman, not a child."

Baima nodded thoughtfully.

Before we knew it, it was dinnertime.

Baima decided to put Zhao Yanxi's "teaching" into practice.

She sat down next to Ding Heng, picked up the serving chopsticks, and put a piece of pork rib into Ding Heng's bowl.

His movements were stiff, and his hands trembled slightly.

"Brother, you, you should eat more."

Ding Heng looked down at the ribs in the bowl, then looked up at Baima.

Bai Ma braced herself to meet Ding Heng's gaze, trying her best not to bow her head.

But her face was tense, and her expression seemed too deliberate.

There was a moment of silence on the table.

First, Zhao Yanxi burst out laughing.

After being mocked by the "teacher," Baima hurriedly put away her chopsticks.

Lin Man also suppressed a laugh, pretending not to have seen anything.

Only Wen Shu said sarcastically, "Bai Ma, when did you become such a considerate younger sister?"

Bai Ma sheepishly withdrew her hand, buried her head in her rice, and dared not say another word.

Ding Heng picked up a rib, took a bite, and chewed it expressionlessly.

"It tastes good."

He didn't point it out, nor did he ask any further questions.

He simply reminded her, "Eat properly."

"oh----"

Baima's last bit of courage completely vanished.

late at night.

The noise in Ding Heng's bedroom continued until midnight before gradually subsiding.

Lin Man and Wen Jing had already collapsed onto the bed and fallen into a deep sleep.

Zhao Yanxi put on her pajamas and walked out of the room, finding Ding Heng on the rattan chair by the window.

The man was shirtless, with a glass of whiskey in his hand, gazing at the distant river.

"Brother Ding Heng."

The kitten walked over and nestled into its owner's arms as usual.

Ding Heng put one arm around her waist and took a sip of wine with the other.

He asked, "Did you deliberately teach Pema that during the day?"

Zhao Yanxi raised her head and met Ding Heng's ambiguous smile.

"I... I was just giving her some advice—"

"Give me some ideas?"

Ding Heng raised an eyebrow: "She calls you 'sister-in-law,' and you're teaching her how to seduce men? Is that appropriate?"

Zhao Yanxi pouted, unconvinced, and said, "What do you mean by seduction—it was just teaching her how to express her feelings!"

"Did Lin Man instigate you to do this?"

"————"

Zhao Yanxi looked shocked, then relieved.

Sure enough, they couldn't hide anything from men, big or small.

"I knew it."

Ding Heng sighed and gently stroked Zhao Yanxi's waist with his hand.

After talking with Lin Man that night, he guessed that the stupid fox would take action, but he didn't expect that she would instigate Zhao Yanxi to become Baima's teacher.

He said calmly, "It's fine for Baima and me to stay where we are. Trying to change anything would only make her uncomfortable."

Zhao Yanxi looked puzzled.

Maintain the status quo? What does that mean?

Does Ding Heng have absolutely no interest in Baima?

"Think about Wenjing."

Ding Heng sighed, "It was indeed interesting that you pursued Wenjing back then, but if she were to become as charming as you, it would lose its appeal—it wouldn't be as attractive!"

Zhao Yanxi narrowed her eyes and finally understood.

"You rascal, you just collect different types of things, don't you?"

She leaned in and gently bit Ding Heng's shoulder, the bite light, like a kitten chewing.

Ding Heng smiled, did not refute, and continued to pull Zhao Yanxi closer to his chest.

"I'm sorry to have troubled you."

19

"snort!"

The kitten gave a haughty hum and buried its face back into its owner's chest.

A kitten that is loved by its owner never feels wronged.

The next morning.

Baima got up early, washed up, changed her clothes, and went downstairs. Ding Heng was already sitting at the dining table drinking porridge.

She hesitated as she walked over and sat down, looking like she wanted to say something but then stopped herself.

Ding Heng put down his spoon: "What's up?"

"Um----"

After hesitating for a long time, Baima mustered up her courage and asked, "Brother, could you take me home today? I've made plans to go shopping with some of my roommates."

She didn't dare use any of the "techniques" Zhao Yanxi taught her yesterday, and in the end, she could only use "roommate" as an excuse.

Ding Heng raised an eyebrow: "You don't expect me to accompany you the whole time again, do you?"

Bai Ma scratched his head sheepishly and gave a fawning smile.

"Just drop me off at my destination; you don't need to stay with me the whole time."

She wanted to say, "You can come with me for a while," but she swallowed the words back.

Let's get them to come out first, and we'll talk about the rest later.

Seeing her guilty look, Ding Heng chuckled and said, "Alright, but I have a condition."

Baima quickly sat up straight: "What are the conditions?"

"Today you will follow my instructions completely. No bargaining, and no reneging halfway through."

"Ah—Brother, what are your plans?"

"you guess."

Ding Heng stood up and picked up his car keys.

Baima hesitated for two seconds, then gritted her teeth and said, "Deal!"

She ran upstairs to change her clothes, then ran into the garage, her movements much more agile than usual.

Ding Heng was already in the driver's seat. Bai Ma opened the car door, sat in the passenger seat, and fastened her seatbelt.

Bai Ma thought Ding Heng would drop her off at the mall entrance and then turn around and leave.

After all, the man had done the same thing every time he hitched a ride in the past.

He stopped the car, shooed people away, and stepped on the gas—all swift and decisive, without a single unnecessary word of instruction.

So she prepared herself mentally well in advance, and even thought of what to say beforehand: "Brother, you go ahead and do your work. I'll take the subway home by myself after I'm done shopping."

But the car did not stop at the mall.

It continued along the main road, passed through the city center, and drove onto the elevated highway.

Pema peered out the car window and couldn't help but ask, "Brother, where are we going?"

You'll know when you get there.

Ding Heng, steering the wheel with one hand, said, "Also, send a message to your three roommates and tell them to wander around on their own for a while. I'll treat them to dinner later."

Baima didn't ask any further questions, but took out her phone and tagged all the members in the dormitory group chat.

[White Horse is Not a Horse]: My brother and I have something to do, we'll treat you to dinner later, you guys go ahead and explore.

[Zhou Ling]: ? Your good brother is here too?

【白马非马】: Hmm.

[Zhou Ling]: Okay, we'll wait for your news!

The car stopped in front of a Porsche center in the suburbs.

Chengma was stunned: "Brother—this—"

"I'll buy you a car."

Ding Heng pushed open the door and got out of the car.

Chengma's mind went blank for a moment, and she hurriedly unbuckled her seatbelt and chased after him.

"Wait, wait, wait! Brother, are you serious?"

"Am I joking?"

Ding Heng had already entered the exhibition hall, and Chengma Bai ran after him.

The sales assistant was a woman in her early thirties, with slightly unkempt makeup but a polite smile.

She strode forward, her gaze sweeping over the two of them, but Yingxiao remained unmoved.

"Hello sir, welcome. Are there any car models you'd like to see?"

"Let's take a look first."

Ding Heng spoke casually, glancing around the showroom before pointing to a silver-gray Macan: "That one, can I take a look?"

"Of course, this way please."

The sales assistant stepped aside to lead the way, introducing the new Macan as they walked: "This is the new Macan, with a 2.0T engine, accelerating from 0 to 100 km/h in 6.2 seconds. It's suitable for daily commuting, and it's also great for girls."

Ding Heng walked to the front of the car, opened the door to glance at the interior, and then turned to look at Chengma.

"So, what do you think? Do you want an SUV or a coupe?"

Chengma was still in a daze and nodded subconsciously.

"Anything is fine."

"Let's take a look at this one first."

Ding Heng turned to the sales assistant: "Can I take a test drive?"

"Yes, sir, please wait a moment, I'll arrange it for you."

The sales assistant turned to arrange a test drive, and Chengma took the opportunity to step forward and ask.

"Brother, are you serious?"

"When have I ever joked with you?"

"But----"

"But what 'but'?"

Ding Heng interrupted her: "Haven't you been saying you wanted to buy a car? Since you have some free time today, why don't you just do it all at once?"

Chengma was speechless.

She did want a car, but she didn't expect it to come so suddenly.

The sales assistant quickly returned and led the two to the test drive area.

The car drove out of the exhibition hall and followed the route indicated by the guide for a while.

Bai Ma held the steering wheel with complete focus throughout the entire journey.

Back in the exhibition hall, the two turned off the engine and got out of the car.

"How is it?"

"It's alright—"

"This one?"

Chengma swallowed hard, unsure whether to nod or shake her head.

Ding Heng turned to the sales assistant: "What's the price of this one?"

The sales assistant quoted the price of the basic model, and seeing Chengma's blank stare, assumed that Miss Bai was scared off by the price, so she quickly looked for another model: "The loan option is available—"

Chengma didn't hear a single word of what was said.

For her, price is not an issue at all; she can get whatever she wants by just sweet-talking Qu Zhen.

What she couldn't understand was why Ding Heng had suddenly provided her with a car.

Ding Heng listened attentively and asked a few more questions about the configuration and optional equipment.

The sales assistant answered all my questions with professionalism and patience.

As we were talking, the sales assistant suddenly asked a question with a smile.

"Is this for your girlfriend, sir?"

"right."

Ding Heng didn't hesitate at all.

Chengma froze.

girlfriend?

Chengma's heart suddenly raced, her face began to burn, she wanted to explain but didn't know what to say, so she could only stand silently beside him.

The salesperson continued enthusiastically, "Your girlfriend is so lucky. This car is perfect for a girl; it really suits her style."

Chengma forced a smile.

What kind of bullshit temperament is this? Is this white kid driving a car?

The sales assistant then tentatively asked, "By the way, Ms. Bai, are you 18? If the loan application is too high, we might need to provide some documents."

"I don't take out loans————"

Chengma took out the identity jar from her bag and handed it over.

The sales assistant took it and glanced at it, seemingly relieved.

If you're not an adult, business will be much easier!

"Okay, no problem."

She handed the identity tablet back and continued to explain the subsequent procedures.

Chengma carefully put away the identity talisman, her inner unease growing stronger.

The sales assistant kept praising her throughout, saying things like "she has good taste," "she has a good temperament," and "she and her boyfriend are a perfect match," but Chengma always felt uncomfortable listening to it.

After finalizing the configuration and price, Ding Heng followed the sales guide to complete the formalities.

Chengma stood alone in the showroom, her gaze fixed on the silver-gray Macan, her mind still a jumble.

The "girlfriend's physical pleasure" she had been looking forward to suddenly arrived in a way she had never expected.

After completing the formalities, Ding Heng returned to Chengma's side.

"Let's go, let's look at some other things."

"Still watching?"

"Since we're already here, let's look at a few more."

Ding Heng had already walked towards the door, so Chengma had no choice but to follow.

Over the next two days, Ding Heng accompanied her to several 4S stores, and the answer was always the same: "Buying a car for my girlfriend!"

Chengma went from being nervous and shy at first to becoming numb and indifferent later on.

I didn't feel happy; instead, I felt a vague sense of emptiness.

It was already noon when we left the 4S store.

Chengma sat in the passenger seat and looked at the contract in her hand over and over again.

Her first car was a Porsche Macan, which is quite fitting for her status as a rich second-generation heiress who lives a life of leisure.

"Brother."

"Um.

""

"Why did you just say I was your girlfriend?"

Ding Henghao started the car, his eyes fixed on the road ahead.

"What else can I say? If I say you're my sister, they'll probably misunderstand even more."

Chengma choked for a moment.

That seems to make sense; her three roommates now like to tease her about being called "good brother."

She took out her phone again and tagged all the members in the message.

【丞马非马】: My brother and I are done with our work, what are you guys doing?

[Zhou Ling]: Still arguing about shopping malls? Come over here!

【丞马非马】：Okay, what a girl.

Zhou Ling: [Secondary Position]

Chengma handed her phone to Ding Heng, who glanced at it and then re-planned the route using the navigation app.

Forty minutes later, the car came to a stop in the mall's underground parking garage.

Bai Ma pushed open the door and got out of the car, with Ding Heng following behind her.

As the elevator reached the first floor, Chengma saw her three roommates standing by the fountain in the atrium of the shopping mall, looking down at their phones.

"Zhou Ling!"

Baima called out, and the three of them looked up at the same time.

Zhou Ling was the first to react, and Ying Xiao waved, "Chengma! Over here!"

Chengma ran over, and Ding Heng walked behind her.

Sun Yao, with her sharp eyes, was the first to notice Ding Heng, and nudged Wu Siyu next to her with her elbow.

"Here he comes, my dear brother is here."

"I'm so envious!"

"When will I be able to find such a good older brother?"

Ding Heng approached and said, "Have you been waiting long? What would you like to eat? It's on me."

"I'm not hungry!"

Zhou Ling waved her hand repeatedly, but her eyes were already glancing towards the food court upstairs in the mall.

Sun Yao chuckled and replied, "You're too kind. Chengma told us you were going to treat us, and we felt embarrassed."

"There's nothing to be embarrassed about."

Ding Heng turned and walked towards the elevator: "Let's go, order whatever you want to eat."

As Chengma walked to Ding Heng's side, that awkward feeling welled up in her heart again.

She couldn't explain what she was struggling with.

Everything seemed normal—Ding Heng invited her roommates to dinner, and the roommates were all very happy; the scene was harmonious and respectable.

But she just felt that something was wrong.

The elevator went up to the fifth floor, and the group went into a nicely decorated Hunan restaurant.

Ding Heng requested a private room; the round table was not used, and it could seat just five people.

The waiter handed over the menu, which Ding Heng casually pushed to Zhou Ling.

"Please order, don't be shy."

Zhou Ling took the menu and flipped through a couple of pages: "This restaurant isn't cheap."

"It's okay, go ahead and order."

Ding Heng picked up his teacup and took a sip, speaking casually.

The group ordered seven or eight dishes one after another, and Chengma didn't say much from beginning to end.

While waiting for the food, Sun Yao started asking Kang Ti: "What were you all busy with this morning? Chengma didn't tell us."

Ding Heng put down his teacup: "Get the car for Baima."

"Pick up the car?"

Sun Yao's eyes widened, and her voice rose half an octave.

Zhou Ling also became interested and leaned forward: "What kind of car are you bringing?"

Before Ding Heng could speak, Chengma answered first.

"Porsche".

There was a moment of silence on the table.

Three pairs of eyes turned to look at us simultaneously.

"Porsche?!"

Sun Yao was the first to cry out, her voice so shrill it almost cracked.

"Chengma, your brother bought you a Porsche?!"

"Um----"

"Bag groove!"

Zhou Ling gasped, almost dropping her chopsticks.

Ding Heng remained unfazed: "As long as she's happy."

Zhou Ling swallowed hard, her gaze shifting back and forth between Ding Heng and Bai Ma.

"Chengma, your brother spoils you too much!"

"It's alright."

Bai Ma did not respond.

When Ding Heng helped her "show off" at the Jiao Chuling Hotel last time they ate together, she felt quite pleased.

Your vanity is satisfied, and the envious looks from your roommates make her feel elated.

But this time, she didn't feel anything.

It was even a little awkward.

She couldn't explain why.

Perhaps—he overdid it?

As the dishes were served one after another, Sun Yao's main topic still revolved around driving.

"Chengma, when are you picking up your car? Could we ride in it then?"

"It'll probably take a month—"

Chengma picked up a bite of food and gave a mumbled reply.

"A month? That long?"

"Custom orders generally take time."

"oh oh----"

My roommates kept flattering me, each one more excited than the last.

It seems that it wasn't Chengma who picked up the car, but rather them.

Chengma, however, was thinking about something else—driving a Porsche to school?

She's a student from a vocational college, driving a Porsche to school?

Nine times out of ten, they'll become influential figures; just thinking about it gives me a headache.

She suddenly felt a little dazed, but she didn't know why she felt dazed.

Everything was exactly what she wanted.

Luxury cars, Ding Heng's "girlfriend" status, even showing off in front of her roommates—these were all things she had wanted in the past.

But when all these things actually came crashing down on her at once, she felt utterly helpless.

It's like staging a play that doesn't belong to you.

After dinner, Ding Heng suggested they go for a walk.

The girls naturally had no objections, and Chengma didn't want to spoil the fun.

Walking through the shopping mall, Ding Heng and Cheng Ma strolled hand in hand, just like countless other normal couples.

Zhou Ling turned around and saw this scene.

"Wow, the brother and sister have such a good relationship."

She joked with a smile, her tone ambiguous.

Sun Yao turned around and chimed in with a grin, "Bai Ma, your brother treats you so well, you're going to have a hard time finding a boyfriend in the future!"

.

Chengma blushed slightly and lowered her head without responding.

In the past, she would have joked along, and even deliberately said something like, "Then let my brother support me for the rest of my life."

But today she felt completely different—

As evening fell, the group parted ways.

Ding Heng and Cheng Ma escorted their roommates to the subway station, and Zhou Ling couldn't help but grumble.

"Chengma, can we come with us when we pick up the car? I'd like to see the world too!"

Chengma smiled and replied, "Okay."

After seeing their roommate off, the two returned to their Mercedes and sat down.

Chengma leaned back in the chair, feeling completely drained and lacking energy.

Ding Heng glanced at her.

"What's wrong? Are you unhappy today?"

"no."

Chengma shook her head, forcing herself to sit up.

Ding Heng didn't ask any more questions, and the car continued driving forward.

Chengma's mind was still a mess.

Throughout the day, Ding Heng behaved naturally, just as he usually did when dealing with Zhao Yanxi, Wen Jing, Hua Qing, and so on, and was even more considerate.

But this made Chengma begin to doubt—what did she really want?

The Mercedes returned to the villa's garage.

Ding Heng turned off the engine, opened the door, and got out of the car.

Chengma sat in the passenger seat and didn't move.

Ding Heng walked around to the passenger side and opened the car door.

"Girlfriend, we're home, get out of the car."

Chengma raised her head and met Ding Heng's gaze.

"Brother."

"Um?"

"I----"

Baima hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.

Ding Heng didn't urge her, and waited quietly for her to speak.

Finally, Chengma took a deep breath.

"Brother, I still want to be your sister."

Chengma suddenly thought of Mingcheng.

Whether it's buying a car or showing off in front of others, Zhao Yanxi and her friends have experienced it all.

Going through it again feels like being given charity or still having to repay a debt.

So she felt awkward and uncomfortable.

Besides, Ding Heng already has many girlfriends, but he only has one sister!

If you're going to do something, do it uniquely!

Ding Heng smiled and reached out to let Ren Chengma blink.

"You idiot, you've always been—"

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