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

Liu Jianming slammed his fist on the table and stood up.

Ding Heng added insult to injury: "Don't worry, Secretary Wang is already handling the money in your overseas account for you, it won't be wasted."

Liu Jianming slumped back in his chair and turned to look out the floor-to-ceiling window.

The sun rises as usual, and it's a brand new day.

"Want to jump off a building?"

Ding Heng approached Liu Jianming, bent down, and looked directly into his eyes.

Don't even think about it.

His voice was soft, but every word pierced Liu Jianming's heart like a nail.

"Your wife will hate you for the rest of her life, your son will have to pay for your mistakes, and he will never have a chance to get ahead."

Your mistress will remarry, and your daughter will be unable to bear the sudden drop in wealth and status, leading her to fall into depravity and end up like her mother, becoming another old man's mistress...

So you must live! Go in alive, serve your sentence alive, and ideally, come out alive.

Ding Heng straightened up and put on the glasses transformed by the [Holy Radiance Disguise Mask] again.

"Alright, forget I was here..."

The door closed.

The footsteps gradually faded into the distance.

Liu Jianming sat in the chair, staring at the empty study, motionless.

Chapter 114: Perhaps I've come at the wrong time?

As Ding Heng stepped out of the residential compound, he exhaled, and the white mist dissipated under the streetlights.

The morning wind was cold, making one feel more awake.

Throughout the entire night, he first obtained information through Zhou Meilan, then found Secretary Wang through Zhou Meilan, and finally got Liu Jianming on his side.

With the system providing a cheat code, everything was progressing smoothly, but Ding Heng still felt a vague unease.

In the past, when he used the system's cheat codes, he would only do minor things like flirting with girls or speeding up his progress, which didn't cause any real impact.

But this incident is too big...

The video from the private room has spread across the internet and remained a trending topic all night. Long He's two slaps were like a direct blow to the face of the entire entertainment industry, and the authorities will definitely get involved.

When soldiers come, we'll block them; when water comes, we'll dam it.

Ding Heng shook his head, temporarily putting aside his thoughts, raised his hand to flag down a taxi, and gave the name of the hotel where Long He was staying.

Twenty minutes later, the elevator stopped on the twenty-third floor.

Ding Heng stepped out of the elevator, walked down the corridor to find the room number, and knocked on the door.

"Dong dong dong."

The door opened, and Hua Qing stood in the doorway, wearing a loose-fitting hoodie from Longhe, with sleeves long enough to cover the back of her hands.

She was in low spirits, but when she saw it was Ding Heng, she perked up a little.

"You've arrived?"

"Sorry, I have to take care of something."

"Ah."

Hua Qing didn't ask any further questions.

Ding Heng walked into the room and looked around.

The two glasses of water on the coffee table were both warm, and a blanket was hanging on the sofa, which must have been used by Longhe when he stayed overnight yesterday.

"Where is Long He?"

"Her agent just came over and took her to a meeting."

Hua Qing seemed a little nervous and asked cautiously.

"Ding Heng... Long He should be alright, right? I see that public opinion online is on her side right now. If needed, I can also express my gratitude."

"Don't worry, her team definitely has a way to mitigate the negative public opinion."

Despite saying that, Ding Heng couldn't help but feel worried.

After the video was released, it went viral and became incredibly popular.

Online opinion is mostly on Longhe's side, especially among her female fans who praise her to the skies.

"Goddess of Justice", "A breath of fresh air in the entertainment industry", "A sister who dares to speak the truth" - all sorts of labels are attached to her.

Although some people criticized her for using foul language and being vulgar, like a "bad girl," it was almost negligible in the mainstream opinion.

But that's only the surface.

The potential problem is that Longhe's outburst is breaking the rules of the circle she belongs to.

Who in this industry doesn't have some shady dealings behind their back?

If you portray yourself as completely innocent and pure, who will dare to cooperate with you in the future?

No matter how high your traffic or how famous you are, you are still an uncontrollable time bomb.

He could use the system to deal with Zhou Meilan and Liu Jianming, but ultimately he couldn't control the operating rules of the entire circle.

When will Long He be back?

"do not know."

"That's perfect, let's talk first."

Ding Heng plopped down on the sofa, and Hua Qing lingered as she walked over and sat down next to him.

"Ding Heng..."

Hua Qing wanted to express her gratitude, but felt that words of thanks were pale and powerless.

Ding Heng asked bluntly, "Logically speaking, you shouldn't bother attending any dinner parties, yet you drank so much. Do you really trust that Zhou Meilan that much?"

Hua Qing lowered her head and remained silent.

Ding Heng continued, "Senior, do you really want to participate in the competition?"

Hua Qing remained silent, her lips pursed.

"Since my senior won't tell me, I'll guess for myself."

Ding Heng began to analyze: "Is the senior student trying to prove to her family through this competition that she can make a living even if she doesn't go to the Beijing Dance Academy?"

Hua Qing's body stiffened slightly, and after hesitating for a few seconds, she finally nodded.

Ding Heng didn't activate his True Sight Eyes, but he could still guess Hua Qing's thoughts pretty accurately.

"Is it really because of me that you're not planning to go to the Beijing Dance Academy?"

Hua Qing nodded, then shook her head.

"A little... but not all."

Can you tell me about it?

"The two most important dance teachers in my life are my mother and Qi Yanran..."

Hua Qing's voice was very soft as she drifted into memories.

"She graduated from the Beijing Dance Academy and was quite well-known in the capital's dance circle. I started learning from her in my first year of high school. She valued me highly, saying that I had good talent and good conditions, and that as long as I performed consistently, getting into the Beijing Dance Academy was a sure thing. However, during the intensive training in my senior year of high school, I had a conflict with her."

She felt my style was too harsh, too cold, lacking softness and appeal. She wanted me to change, to learn her style. But I felt I was dancing in my own unique style, so why should I change to someone else's?

Back then, I was young and impetuous, and I thought I was right. If she said one thing, I would argue back ten times.

We ended up arguing so badly that I didn't go to the Beijing Dance Academy and instead applied to Hunan Normal University, which is closer to me.

Ding Heng, a rough and uncultured man, knew nothing about dance. He only half-understood Hua Qing's explanations of styles, concepts, and graceful expressiveness.

But this really does seem like something Hua Qing would do.

A person who is crazy and obsessed with dance is willing to give up the best platform in order to stick to his "way".

Just like this time, the root cause is that Hua Qing is eager to prove herself—that she can become famous even without going to the Beijing Dance Academy!

Ding Heng asked, "Does your senior think you've proven yourself?"

Hua Qing muttered softly, "Didn't I win the Lotus Award...? Qi Yanran was a judge back then, and she gave me a high score."

Ding Heng smiled and said, "Senior, is your ambition merely to win the Lotus Award?"

Hua Qing pouted, speechless.

Ding Heng took a deep breath, his tone suddenly becoming serious: "Senior, go to Beijing Dance Academy."

Hua Qing looked up in surprise: "Don't you want me to stay in Xingcheng with you?"

"Of course I want to."

Ding Heng looked at her affectionately and gently took Hua Qing's hand in his.

"But I don't want to hold you back!"

Suddenly, Hua Qing's heart began to tremble slightly.

"Although this sounds a bit funny, I have done quite a few outrageous things to you, senior."

But I can assure you, I have never had the thought of keeping you by my side.

My favorite type of student will always be the senior who can dance freely on stage.

That was true ten years ago, and it will be true ten years from now.

Sensing Hua Qing's emotions, Ding Heng tightened his grip on her hand, his tone becoming even gentler.

"Senior, do you know how cruel long-distance relationships can be?"

It's like... cutting my heart in two, keeping one half close to my heart, and leaving the other half with you. When it rains where you are, my half gets damp too. When the sun shines where you are, my half gets warm too.

But I can never experience both sides of the weather at the same time. In the future, when you're cold, all I can ask is if you're wearing enough clothes. When you're sad, all I can say through the screen is, "Don't cry." When you want to see me, all I can say is, "Wait a little longer."