Why did the system take my request to take photos with a cosplayer seriously?

My dad went to Tibet and ended up seeing Droma? And she's a damn rich woman named Droma!

He looked at the mother and daughter again. The mother, Quzhen, was dignified and poised, while the daughter, Baima, was delicate and lovely, but neither of them showed any characteristics of an ethnic minority.

However, upon closer listening, Quzhen's speech does indeed have a Tibetan accent, similar to that of "Cheese Snow Leopard".

Ding Heng then joked, "Judging from your sister's accent, I thought you were locals, Auntie."

Qu Zhen sighed and chuckled: "Although this girl grew up in Tibet, when I sent her to Chengdu to study when she was fourteen, she learned to speak with a Sichuan accent, and she still speaks to me with that accent now."

Chengdu, as the second "provincial capital" of Tibet, is the main base of the entire southwest region. Many wealthy Tibetans choose to settle here and let their children receive Han Chinese education.

Baima pouted, unconvinced: "Then how do you want me to talk? Like this..."

Her tone suddenly changed, mimicking the accent of "Cheese Snow Leopard".

"Bai Ma, don't eat random things, your mother is doing this for your own good..."

Before Baima could finish speaking, he received another slap on the back of the head.

"Snapped."

Qu Zhen withdrew her hand, her expression unchanged: "Be serious!"

Bai Ma covered the back of her head, looking aggrieved.

Ding Wenjie smiled and shook his head, picking up a piece of food for her: "Alright, alright, Ram, we're all family now, there's no need to be too harsh on the child."

After reprimanding Baima, Quzhen withdrew her hand, picked up her teacup, took a sip, and casually recounted how she met Ding Wenjie.

She smiled and said, "Speaking of which, it's fate that I met your father."

Ding Heng immediately chimed in, "Auntie, please tell me! My dad's been keeping it a secret from me!"

Ding Wenjie waved his hand: "There's nothing much to say..."

Qu Zhen, however, insisted, "In June, your father went to Hoh Xil to photograph Tibetan antelopes, but the weather suddenly changed and his car got stuck in the riverbed... That place is deserted and there is no cell phone signal. He was stuck there for several days and almost died."

"and then?"

Ding Heng was shocked to hear this; he realized he had almost become an orphan.

Qu Zhen smiled and said, "Some of my ranch employees found him while patrolling the mountains and rescued him. I happened to be inspecting the ranch that day."

Ding Wenjie sighed: "I was in a daze at the time. It was only thanks to your Aunt Qu Zhen having a personal doctor that I was able to save my life."

"Later, when your dad found out it was my birthday that day, he said he would take some birthday photos for me as a thank you gift."

Qu Zhen sighed, "Over the years, many people have taken my photos. Professional photographers, magazine reporters, TV station staff... but the photos of me taken by your father are the only ones that are different."

"How are they different?"

"I'm not very educated, so I can't really explain it... it just feels different!"

Ding Wenjie felt embarrassed by Qu Zhen's praise, coughed twice, and lowered his head to drink his tea.

"More importantly, your dad is a genuinely good person and doesn't want anything from me."

Qu Zhen, in her forties, looked like a young girl experiencing her first love, her eyes sparkling. Her cheesy tone gave Ding Heng goosebumps.

"After we started dating, I always wanted to put on a photography exhibition for your dad. I covered all the costs, but he just wouldn't agree. Could you help me persuade him?"

Ding Heng looked at his father, then at Qu Zhen.

Ding Wenjie lowered his head to drink his tea, and his ears were even a little red.

Qu Zhen looked at him with eyes as gentle as melting ghee.

Sure enough, Dad was right, this photography is good, I need to learn it!

Afterwards, Qu Zhen and Ding Wenjie discussed their future plans. In their plan, the two would live together for a long time, but would not get married or register their marriage.

Qu Zhen originally wanted to get a marriage certificate, but Ding Wenjie absolutely refused.

Ding Heng could roughly guess his father's thoughts. After all, they were an orphan and a widow. Even if they took legal precautions in advance, in the eyes of outsiders, it would still seem like they were taking advantage of someone who had no children.

As for the children of both sides, we do not require them to live together, but the family should still get together during important holidays.

For example, during the Spring Festival, Quzhen and Ding Wenjie will return to Xingcheng, and then during the Tibetan New Year, everyone will go to Quzhen's hometown.

It was a pleasant meal.

Ding Heng was neither humble nor arrogant, and spoke and acted naturally and generously, which greatly impressed Qu Zhen.

Although Hua Qing didn't talk much, she was well-mannered and always spoke at the right time. Her cool and aloof temperament made her seem more cultured in this setting.

Baima, however, seemed uncomfortable in this situation and barely spoke, focusing instead on eating.

Until a dish of Kung Pao Chicken was served, the bright red chili oil, the fragrant chicken, and the numbing aroma of Sichuan peppercorns filled the air.

Baima's eyes lit up, and she picked up her chopsticks and reached for the dish.

"Snapped."

Qu Zhen's chopsticks tapped precisely on the back of her hand.

Baima winced in pain, withdrew her hand, and looked at her mother with a wronged expression.

Qu Zhen put on a stern face: "Secretary Huang already told me about you sneaking some spicy rabbit head yesterday, and I haven't settled the score with you yet."

Baima felt even more aggrieved, her lips pouting so much they could hang an oil bottle on them.

Ding Wenjie chuckled and tried to smooth things over: "Lamu, the child just wants something to eat, is it really necessary?"

Qu Zhen sighed and explained, "Brother Ding, you don't know, this girl has had a bad stomach since she was little. She has had all sorts of stomach problems, big and small, and she can't eat spicy or stimulating foods."

Since arriving in Chengdu, she's developed a craving for food. I usually ask Secretary Huang to keep an eye on her, but it's always unsettling. Yesterday she secretly ate rabbit heads and felt nauseous for most of the night.

Pema stubbornly raised her head: "I'm willing to suffer."

"Why are you like this, child? Your mother is doing this for your own good. Look at your brother..."

Qu Zhen started nagging impatiently, then pointed at Ding Heng.

"She speaks and acts with such composure and poise, and she's not much older than you. Look at Sister Hua Qing, she sits and stands so gracefully. Why can't you learn from her?"

Ding Heng's lips twitched slightly as he listened.

Wow, when it comes to "other people's kids," feelings transcend ethnicity.

Seeing that Baima's gaze was growing increasingly dark, Ding Heng coughed lightly and turned a plate of camphor tea chicken in front of Baima.

He said gently, "Little sister, try this. It's fragrant and not spicy; it should be quite delicious."

Seeing this, Qu Zhen continued to sigh to Ding Wenjie, "Brother Ding, you cultured people really know how to educate your children. I just can't handle mine..."

Unable to hold her breath any longer, Baima suddenly muttered something under her breath.

Ding Heng didn't understand; the language didn't sound like Mandarin or a dialect.

Ke Quzhen's face instantly darkened, and she raised her hand to slap her daughter on the back of the head again.

"Snapped."

Then he reprimanded her sternly.

"No speaking Tibetan!"

Chapter 93: The Fairy's Heart Turns to Mortals

After dinner, Qu Zhen wanted to invite Ding Heng and Hua Qing to her home in Rongcheng.

Secretary Huang hurried over and whispered a few words in her ear.

Qu Zhen frowned and nodded, then turned to Ding Heng: "Something came up, so I won't be able to invite you over today. Next time you come to Chengdu, you must come visit my home."

Ding Heng nodded: "Auntie, you go ahead with your work. There will be other opportunities later."

Qu Zhen smiled and generously added, "By the way, Auntie didn't prepare anything, so consider that Land Rover a gift. You can take it and drive it!"

"Oh, no, thank you so much, Auntie!"

Unlike his father, Ding Heng was always open-minded about such things and didn't feel awkward at all.

As they parted, Pema stood beside Quzhen, her little face filled with a sense of relief, as if she could finally leave.

Ding Heng waved to her: "Goodbye, little sister. Next time you come to Xingcheng, your brother will treat you to Xingcheng's specialties."

Bai Ma showed no appreciation whatsoever, glared at Ding Heng, and turned her face away, ignoring him.

Qu Zhen raised her hand and slapped him again.

"Snapped."

"Goodbye, brother."

Baima covered the back of her head, mumbled a pitiful "Goodbye," and then quickly shrank back behind her mother.

Back in his room, Ding Heng lay down on the sofa and let out a long sigh.

Hua Qing sat down next to him and quietly started scrolling through her phone.

After a while, Hua Qing suddenly handed her phone to Ding Heng.

"look."

Ding Heng took it; the screen displayed Qu Zhen's encyclopedia page.

[Quzhen Lhamo, Tibetan, renowned entrepreneur...]

Below is a long list of titles—Committee member of xxxxx, Vice President of xxxxx Association, Director of xxxx Charity Foundation, President of xxxx Industry Association…

Scroll down further to find her biography.

Quzhen Lamu lost her husband at a young age; he was attacked and killed by a black bear while patrolling the ranch. She lived alone for over ten years afterward…

Today, its industries encompass multiple sectors including traditional Chinese medicine, animal husbandry, tourism, hotels, and real estate...

Ding Heng raised an eyebrow and continued scrolling down.

[She has received numerous awards, including March 8th Red Banner Pacesetter, National Outstanding Woman Contributor, and [Name of Economic Figure of the Year]...

There is a long paragraph that goes on about how Quzhen worked hard to start her business, how she gave back to society, and how she led her fellow Tibetans to prosperity.

Although it's obvious that there are elements of embellishment and exaggeration, overall...

It's quite legendary that an uneducated Tibetan woman has come this far!