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

[Ding Heng]: Good night.

【A Sea of ​​Flowers Under a Sunny Day】: Good night.

Ding Heng put down his phone and prepared to close his eyes and go to sleep when the screen lit up again, this time with a friend request.

The profile picture is a woman's profile picture, with the caption: "Ding Heng, I'm Aunt Yang Sijie."

Yang Sijie – Longhe's mother.

Ding Heng clicked "Approved".

[Ding Heng]: Hello, Aunt Yang.

[Yang Sijie]: Hello, hello, it's been so long since we last met. Is it convenient to have a voice call?

The words were polite, but also conveyed a sense of distance.

Ding Heng's impression of Yang Sijie wasn't too bad.

In my memory, this aunt was a complete workaholic. Every time she returned to Xingcheng to visit Longhe, she would buy herself toys as well, and she would receive generous red envelopes during holidays.

However, since his mother passed away and Longhe was taken to Shanghai, the two families have had almost no contact.

Ding Heng dialed the number, and a gentle woman's voice came from the other end of the line.

"Hello, Aunt Yang."

"Xiao Ding, did I disturb your rest?"

"No, Auntie, please tell me what's wrong."

"Actually, it's nothing serious. I just wanted to ask if Xiaohe came to see you today?"

"Yes."

Ding Heng made no attempt to hide anything, and Yang Sijie on the other end of the phone seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

"That's good, that's good."

Her tone softened: "You're someone I know well, after all. If it weren't for you, I'd have a lot more to worry about."

Ding Heng smiled and said, "Did your aunt call just to ask about this?"

"It's nothing much."

Yang Sijie paused slightly: "Also... if it's convenient, Auntie would like to talk to you about Xiaohe."

Ding Heng sat up slightly: "Auntie, please speak."

"Xiao Ding, as you know, Xiao He is currently in the rising phase of her career and is a key artist that the company is focusing on developing. Even a little bit of negative news could cause us significant losses."

Yang Sijie's voice remained gentle, but her wording began to become more formal.

"So Auntie hopes you understand..."

"Don't worry, Auntie, I understand."

"you understand……?"

"Correct!"

Ding Heng was very serious.

"The entertainment industry is a mixed bag, dazzling and confusing! I will definitely help you persuade Longhe to... not smoke, not drink, not touch things he shouldn't touch, pay taxes according to the law, abide by industry norms, actively cooperate with the company's arrangements, spread positive energy, and be a good young person of the new era!"

There was a full half-minute silence on the other end of the phone, followed by a soft laugh.

The laughter was soft, but Ding Heng could discern its meaning.

Of course she knew he was pretending to be stupid.

He knew she knew he was pretending to be stupid.

But some things are best left unsaid.

"You're a good boy, Auntie won't disturb your rest."

Goodnight, Auntie.

The phone hangs up.

Ding Heng leaned against the headboard, staring at the ceiling, and let out a bitter laugh.

He understood what Yang Sijie meant, of course.

What does it mean to have a "child whose background you know well"?

What does it mean to say, "If it weren't for you, Auntie would still have a lot of trouble"?

The translation is: Luckily it was you; if it were someone else, I might have had to resort to other means.

But what could he do?

Pretending to be clueless for now is better for everyone...

Chapter 109: Three Women Make a Drama (Part 1)

Saturday morning at 11:00 AM, Presidential Suite on the 27th floor of Chujiang Hotel.

Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting large patches of light on the floor.

Occasionally, suppressed sobs could be heard coming from the direction of the bedroom.

"Brother Ding Heng..."

Zhao Yanxi's voice was broken and trembling.

"Li Aitong and her boyfriend are almost at the hotel...we..."

"It's alright, let them wait a little longer."

"It hurts~"

"Shut up, don't shout!"

……

Everything has settled down.

Ding Heng bent down and looked the girl over.

Zhao Yanxi's tattered maid outfit was crumpled up, and the lace trim was torn and twisted.

He raised his hand and gently patted Zhao Yanxi's white-stockinged thigh.

"Let's wash up together, then go eat."

Zhao Yanxi glared at him with a mixture of resentment and coquettishness, then sat up, propped herself up on the edge of the bed, and staggered toward the master bathroom.

"Let's wash them separately... I'm scared!"

Before the words were even finished, the bathroom door had already closed, and the sound of it being locked came from the inside.

Ding Heng smiled and turned to go to another bathroom.

After a quick rinse, he changed his clothes and sat on the living room sofa to browse his phone.

More than half an hour later, the door to the master bedroom finally opened.

Ding Heng raised his head, his gaze lingering on Zhao Yanxi for a moment.

As they spent more and more time together, Zhao Yanxi probably realized Ding Heng's certain quirks, and recently she has been wearing JK uniforms more and more often.

The dark green, loose-fitting knit sweater was soft and comfortable, with a neckline that opened just right, revealing a section of her fair neck.

She wore a brown JK skirt, the hem of which just reached above her knees, leaving her thighs completely bare, paired with a pair of off-white slouch socks that were loosely bunched up at her ankles.

She had a small pink bag slung over her shoulder, with a fluffy charm hanging from it.

She stood there, looking both obedient and gentle, with a touch of lazy playfulness.

Ding Heng walked over, raised his hand, and slapped the girl's thigh.

"Snapped."

He said irritably, "It's gotten so cold lately, why are you still showing your legs?"

"Ouch!"

Zhao Yanxi winced in pain, but she wasn't angry at all. She stepped forward, hugged Ding Heng's arm, and pressed herself against him.

"Don't worry, I'm not cold anymore~"

Her voice was soft, and she felt secretly delighted.

Zhao Yanxi thoroughly enjoyed the feeling of being both controlled and cared for.

The two went downstairs and arrived at the hotel lobby.

As soon as I stepped out of the elevator, I saw a Mercedes SUV parked outside.

The car door opened, and Zhao Yanxi's roommate, Li Aitong, jumped out, waving to them. The LV bag slung over her shoulder gleamed brightly in the sunlight.

Immediately afterwards, the driver's side door opened, and a boy who was about 1.75 meters tall got out.

She was fairly good-looking, with regular features and fair skin.

Wearing a luxurious casual autumn outfit paired with limited-edition sneakers, and with a watch on her wrist gleaming with metallic luster, she exudes an aura of "I'm rich" from head to toe.

It was Li Aitong's boyfriend, Wang Xu.

However, he looked a little tired and his face was pale, with dark circles under his eyes, so Friday night must have been a tough night for him.

As the two entered the hotel lobby, Wang Xu's gaze instinctively fell on Zhao Yanxi.

Even though he was already Li Aitong's boyfriend, the way he looked at Zhao Yanxi still carried an aggressive glint in his eyes.

Ding Heng saw everything and knew it all perfectly well.

After meeting Wang Xu, he finally understood why Zhao Yanxi insisted on having him accompany her to watch the variety show.

Among Zhao Yanxi's many suitors, Wang Xu, a senior in his third year, was the most persistent and patient.

He is indeed "rich and good-looking," and has changed girlfriends on average every six months since college, with no shortage of success.