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

Liu Jianming stood frozen in place.

"And you, you disrespectful old man."

Long He glared at her fiercely: "Doesn't that bitch Zhou Meilan have any idea how many female college students she's sent you? If you're a man, don't be a coward like an old bastard. Turn around and let everyone see your old face."

Liu Jianming didn't move, and Long He sneered.

"What? You're too scared to turn around? Weren't you getting all excited when you were looking at that young girl?"

Liu Jianming froze for a few seconds before finally turning around.

His face looked terrible, but he still managed to maintain a refined facade.

"Long He, you've misunderstood. Today's dinner is just an ordinary meal..."

"Misunderstanding my ass!"

Long He threw another bottle of Moutai at Liu Jianming, who quickly ducked to avoid it.

"Do you think I'm a three-year-old? Do you think I need to get a young girl drunk for a regular dinner party? Do I need to book a special room for a regular dinner party?"

"Hey Liu, let me tell you, this isn't over yet. Let others investigate and see how many old grievances they uncover!"

Zhou Meilan was completely enraged. If Liu Jianming was involved, it would be a huge deal!

She yelled at Long He, "Long He! What are you trying to do?!"

What am I supposed to do?

Long He glanced at her: "I don't like you, is that a problem?"

Zhou Meilan trembled with anger: "You...you..."

"What do you mean, 'me'?"

Long He pointed to the group of people in the video.

"Things have already blown up. Instead of thinking of a solution, you still have the mind to worry about me?"

Although Yang Sijie protected Long He every moment during her two years in the industry, she had heard and seen a lot of the dirty tricks of the entertainment circle.

Several of her teammates also engaged in resource exchanges to varying degrees...

Yang Sijie had warned her to turn a blind eye and not meddle in other people's business.

But today is different!

These bastards dare to plot against their own brothers' women!

Upon receiving Ding Heng's message, she didn't hesitate for a moment. She immediately found out where Zhou Meilan was and rushed over.

Longhe knew that she could have handled it better.

They also know that in the adult world, especially in the entertainment industry where fame and fortune are paramount, tearing each other apart is always the most foolish and childish thing to do.

But she couldn't care less about all that!

No matter how unhappy she was with Hua Qing, the other woman was still her brother's woman.

Just like when they were kids, Ding Heng heard that she was being robbed by older students, so he grabbed a stick and rushed out without considering how many of them there were.

In the end, he came back covered in injuries.

And her ten yuan for breakfast...

Chapter 113: To Kill Someone, You Must Destroy Their Spirit

The hotel room was very quiet.

Hua Qing leaned against the headboard, staring at the ceiling, her mind still buzzing.

The effects of the alcohol had mostly worn off, and my consciousness was gradually returning.

She tried to move her fingers and toes to make sure she could still control her body, then opened her eyes and looked around.

The decor is simple, the space is spacious, and there are several bottles of mineral water and an unopened box of hangover medicine on the bedside table.

The sound of running water came from the bathroom. Hua Qing rubbed her temples, trying hard to recall what had just happened.

The dinner party… Zhou Meilan… that man surnamed Liu… and then… Long He… and that slap.

She looked down at herself; her clothes were still on, and her coat had been taken off and placed aside.

The bathroom door opened, and Longhe walked out.

She changed into a loose short-sleeved shirt, her hair was still wet, and she was carrying a towel, wiping her hair as she walked: "Awake?"

Hua Qing nodded: "Um... thank you."

Longhe walked to the sofa and sat down, draping a towel over the back of the chair.

"Of course."

His tone was flat, revealing no emotion.

Hua Qing was silent for a few seconds, then asked, "What happened next? I only remember that you seemed to slap Zhou Meilan?"

Long He crossed his legs and said disdainfully, "With so many people taking photos and videos at the scene, once they were posted online, that old bitch and that old bastard had a lot of old grievances dug up. They're probably busy suppressing the heat right now."

"heat……"

Hua Qing's gaze inadvertently swept over the coffee table. Long He's phone screen kept lighting up, with message after message popping up, and the number of missed calls was also 99+.

Her heart tightened: "Have I... caused you trouble?"

Long He didn't say anything, but walked over and turned his phone upside down on the table.

"You smell strongly of alcohol. Go take a shower first, and I'll go find you some suitable clothes."

Hua Qing opened her mouth, but in the end, she only managed to utter two words.

"Thank you."

Long He didn't answer, and turned to walk into the dressing room.

Hua Qing threw off the covers and got out of bed. Her steps were still a little unsteady. She slowly walked to the bathroom door and then suddenly stopped.

"Oh, right."

She turned around: "Where's Ding Heng?"

Long He poked his head out from the dressing room: "I don't know."

Hua Qing was stunned: "He...didn't come?"

Logically, Long He's ability to arrive should be because he received a message from Ding Heng.

Now that so much time has passed, Ding Heng should have arrived by now.

Long He shook his head and continued rummaging through the clothes.

"You can call him yourself later."

Hua Qing didn't ask any more questions and turned to walk into the bathroom.

Longhe found a clean hoodie and a pair of casual pants and hung them on the bathroom door.

"The clothes are hanging by the door, take them yourself."

"Um……"

A muffled response came from the bathroom.

Long He walked to the window and stared blankly into space.

She also wanted to know... it was almost dawn, where was Ding Heng?

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At the same time, in a high-end residential community.

The 28th floor, a large single-level apartment.

A desk lamp was on in the study, casting a dim, yellowish light.

Liu Jianming sat behind a large desk with three or four mobile phones in front of him.

He kept switching between screens, making phone calls, replying to messages, and checking emails on his computer, his forehead covered in beads of sweat.

"Hello? Attorney Li, listen to me, about tonight's events..."

"Old Qi, how's the video coming along? What? It can't be deleted?"

"Where's the PR team? Tell them to come up with a plan right now! Money's no problem! What? We have to wait? I'll wait my ass! If I wait any longer, I'm finished!"

Just as he hung up one call, his phone rang again. Looking at the caller ID, Liu Jianming frowned even more.

He answered the phone, a smile spreading across his face.

"Hello? Mr. Zhao, don't worry, tonight's events were all a misunderstanding, I'm already handling it..."

After a long explanation, the other party was finally calmed down.

The call had barely ended when another one came in.

Liu Jianming gritted his teeth and answered the call again.

"Hello? Director Wu, please listen to me..."

For Liu Jianming, he was not afraid of Longhe, nor was he afraid of Yang Sijie behind Longhe.

The only thing I'm afraid of is the information that Longhe might reveal by flipping the table, and the public opinion that her celebrity status might bring!

The related video has topped the trending searches, and now information about him and Zhou Meilan is flying all over the internet. Netizens are turning into champions of justice, and the public is in a frenzy.

Many "victims of unspoken rules" have come forward to share their experiences, and he didn't even know 90% of them!

The only saving grace is that the fire hasn't affected his family yet...

After catching his breath, Liu Jianming picked up his phone again and dialed a number.

"Beep-beep-beep-"

No one answered.

He dialed again.