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

Still no one answered.

Liu Jianming stared at the name on the screen and cursed through gritted teeth.

"Zhou Meilan, you old bitch! Answer the phone! If you want to die, don't drag me down with you!"

Just as he finished speaking, a cell phone rang outside the study door, echoing the sound of his phone call.

"Zhou Meilan?"

Liu Jianming was startled and began to feel uneasy.

How did Zhou Meilan find this place?

Only his personal secretary, Wang Hui, knew his current residence; even his wife didn't know the exact location.

More importantly—how did Zhou Meilan get in here!?

He lowered his voice and called out again.

"Zhou Meilan?"

The ringtone grew closer and clearer.

Liu Jianming's heart raced, and he instinctively reached out to grab the golf club beside him in self-defense.

"Zhou Meilan! Is that you?"

The door was pushed open, and someone slowly walked in, holding Zhou Meilan's phone.

The other person was tall, wearing a dark coat, and had black-rimmed glasses on his face, making his face look blurry and even androgynous.

Ding Heng glanced down at the screen and pressed the hang-up button.

The bell stopped ringing, Liu Jianming gripped the cue stick tightly, and swallowed hard.

"Who are you? Where is Zhou Meilan? How did you end up with her phone?"

Ding Heng didn't say anything, walked straight past Liu Jianming, tossed Zhou Meilan's phone onto the coffee table, and leisurely sat down on the sofa.

The next second, he slowly opened his mouth.

"Liu Jianming, male, 52 years old, Han nationality."

His voice was deep and steady, devoid of any emotion.

"ID number xxxxxx, Chairman of xxxxx Co., Ltd., Vice President of xxxxx Association, Committee Member of xxxxxx..."

Liu Jianming gripped the cue stick tightly and remained silent, while Ding Heng continued reading.

"My wife, Lu Xiulan, is 51 years old and currently lives in Los Angeles, USA. My son, Liu Ze, is 24 years old and also lives in Los Angeles. He is studying at the University of Southern California, majoring in film production. He just graduated this year and is currently facing setbacks in Hollywood."

Liu Jianming's expression finally changed.

"In addition, you have a mistress named Miao Meina, thirty-nine years old, a former model who now runs three beauty salons. She has a daughter who takes her surname Miao and is named Miao Yutong. She just turned eighteen this year, and her college entrance exam results were not ideal. She has repeatedly expressed her desire to study in Sakura..."

Liu Jianming's breathing became rapid.

“You also have three bank accounts overseas, opened in Switzerland, the Cayman Islands, and Singapore respectively. Domestically, you have two legal teams, one responsible for handling corporate legal affairs, and the other specifically for handling your personal asset issues.”

Ding Heng paused, then looked up at him.

Do I need to continue reading?

Having seen his share of ups and downs, Liu Jianming gradually calmed down.

He put down his golf club, walked behind his desk, sat down, and stared at the blurry figure in front of him.

"who are you?"

"Hua Qing's boyfriend."

Ding Heng spoke frankly.

Liu Jianming was taken aback at first, then breathed a long sigh of relief.

He'd seen plenty of young men standing up for women.

He acted impulsively, thinking himself a hero, but in reality, he was the easiest to deal with.

"Young man, don't be impulsive."

He leaned back in his chair, a calm composure that comes with experience, and spoke in a tone like an elder instructing a younger person.

"What happened tonight was all a misunderstanding. Zhou Meilan is unreliable, and I never expected her to make such a mess of things. Don't worry, I'll give you and your girlfriend an explanation."

Liu Jianming took a sip of water to moisten his throat.

"You must be quite capable to have found this place. But you should use your abilities wisely. Don't jeopardize your future for a woman. Security in this neighborhood is very tight. We've been monitoring you all the way here. If things get out of hand, it won't do you any good."

In Liu Jianming's eyes, Ding Heng was nothing more than a young man who acted impulsively for the sake of a woman.

As long as we appease them properly, everything is under control.

"Don't worry, the security cameras won't be able to capture me."

Ding Heng raised his hand and removed the glasses conjured by the [Holy Radiance Disguise Mask], and his blurry face began to become clear.

“You are better than Zhou Meilan. She started kneeling down and repenting after only a few words to me, with snot and tears streaming down her face. She looked quite pitiful and insisted that you forced her to do it.”

What did you do to Zhou Meilan?

"What can a poor student like me do to her?"

Ding Heng adjusted his posture slightly: "It's nothing more than persuading her to turn herself in, truthfully confess her criminal record, reform herself properly in the future, and turn over a new leaf."

Liu Jianming asked dismissively, "Do you think she'll listen to you?"

Ding Heng did not answer the question, but looked directly into Liu Jianming's eyes.

"Let me guess, why aren't you panicking?"

He spoke slowly and deliberately.

"You're fifty-two this year. You've come this far, and you've had a glorious first half of your life. You've enjoyed everything you could. Even if you go in, it's just a change of scenery for your retirement."

My wife and children are all abroad, and I've also made arrangements for my mistress and daughter's future. As a father and husband, I believe I have a clear conscience!

"Your only regret now is not making a move against Hua Qing sooner, so you could still annoy me now, right?"

Liu Jianming remained silent, clearly indicating that Ding Heng's guess was entirely correct.

The next second, his phone rang; it was a video call from his wife.

Liu Jianming looked at Ding Heng, who raised his hand, indicating that he should take it.

The screen lit up, and the faces of his wife and son appeared on the screen.

The background is...an airplane cabin?

Liu Jianming's voice tightened: "You're on a plane? Where are you going?"

"Didn't you ask Secretary Wang to contact us and let us return to China?"

His wife remained calm, raising her hand to tidy her hair slightly, and teased, "I heard you got blackmailed for messing around with female college students back in China? I warned you long ago not to mess with those vixens, and now look what happened!"

Liu Jianming slammed his fist on the table: "When did I ask Secretary Wang to contact you to return to China?!"

“Just three hours ago, Secretary Wang called me and said that I had encountered some trouble in China and needed my family to come back to handle it. The plane tickets have been booked for us, and we are asked to keep the itinerary confidential. We can only call you after we board the plane.”

Why are you listening to him?!

"It wasn't you who instructed me to unconditionally obey Secretary Wang's orders at this crucial moment."

Liu Jianming's lips trembled, and he couldn't utter a single word.

On the other end of the screen, an English prompt sounded.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the plane is about to take off. Please turn off your mobile phones and other electronic devices..."

The wife waved her hand, and the video call ended.

Liu Jianming finally began to feel fear. He looked at Ding Heng with disbelief: "How did you do that?"

Ding Heng's tone remained calm: "Thank you, Secretary Wang."

"Impossible! Secretary Wang has been with me for over twenty years! I gave his whole family their wealth! I saved his life! He would never betray me!"

Liu Jianming trusted Secretary Wang even more than his wife and children.

Even if Secretary Wang betrayed him, why would he help Ding Heng and deceive his wife and children into returning to China?

A short while later, Liu Jianming's phone rang again; this time it was his mistress.

Liu Jianming looked at the screen, and for a moment he didn't dare to answer the call.

The bell rang again and again.

Finally, when the second call came in, he pressed the answer button.

"Liu Jianming!"

The mistress's voice was sharp and piercing.

"Why did you send Secretary Wang to ask me about the accounts? Didn't you say you'd take care of the financial issues at my beauty salons? Now he's checking them again, what does that mean?"

"What...what did he ask you?"

"You're asking about everything! Turnover, profits, tax records, supplier lists... you're even investigating the backgrounds of my partners! What on earth are you up to?!"

Liu Jianming closed his eyes, took a deep breath, as if he knew the outcome was already decided.

He stopped struggling and instead asked softly, "Is Yutong alright?"

The mistress's tone softened slightly: "What's so good about her? All she does is waste money, and you don't even try to control her. She's been going to the Japanese again lately, saying she's looking for some gigolo..."

Liu Jianming hung up the phone, staring blankly into space for a long time.

He asked again, "Who exactly are you?"

Ding Heng smiled and said, "This is the third time you've asked me this question. I've already told you that I'm Hua Qing's boyfriend."

"How can you provide my family with a way out?"

"Leave yourself an escape route? I didn't do anything to them."

Ding Heng sneered dismissively: "They should go back to their country, cooperate with the investigation, and pay the taxes they owe. Can't they find their own way out if they have hands and feet?"

"you!"