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

but……

Where does the money come from?

She subconsciously looked at Ding Heng.

Ding Heng was sitting on the sofa in the waiting area, looking down at his phone.

Like most men who accompany their girlfriends shopping, he looked bored and sluggish.

Wen Shu looked away and said nothing more.

She walked to the shoe rack, hesitated and observed for a long time, and finally picked out a pair of classic white shoes.

The sales assistant brought her the right size, and she tried it on, standing in front of the mirror and examining herself for a while.

A hint of undisguised joy finally showed on his young face.

Wenjing went to the cashier to pay, and Wenshu suddenly noticed that Zhao Yanxi's running shoes, which cost nearly two thousand yuan, seemed to have been paid for by her sister as well.

Will Sister Yanxi transfer it to her later?

Wen Shu was puzzled, but didn't ask.

Once that was done, everything else fell into place.

At Ding Heng's suggestion, Wen Jing bought several more outfits for Wen Shu.

Hoodies, jeans, jackets, etc., are all simple and practical styles, and finally, a new backpack is added.

Wen Shu didn't say much, but her eyes grew even brighter...

At 6 p.m., everyone returned to the Chujiang Hotel.

Ding Heng arranged for Wen Shu to stay in an ordinary suite, since the suite on the 27th floor where she usually stayed contained too many things that were not suitable for children and were not convenient for the young girl to see.

Wen Shu pushed open the door, her eyes widening in surprise.

Although I visited the Chujiang Hotel once during the summer vacation and stayed in an executive suite, I still feel a surge of excitement right now.

She walked to the window and peered down through the glass.

"Sis! Look, look! Isn't that Orange Isle?"

Wenjing followed in and nodded.

"Ah."

"And over there! Isn't that the Xiang River?"

"Ah."

Wen Shu was extremely excited.

Especially that meal at the Chinese restaurant just now, with such a huge lobster and so many dishes she couldn't name, how much did it cost?

After tidying up briefly, the two sisters sat down on the edge of the bed to rest.

Wen Shu leaned against the headboard, suddenly remembering something: "By the way, sister, where are brother-in-law and Sister Yan hope? Why did they disappear after dinner?"

Wenjing's expression froze for a moment: "They... probably went to exercise after dinner."

"Sports? What kind of sports?"

"It's nothing, just working out or something..."

Wenjing looked away guiltily, but Wenshu didn't think much of it.

High-end hotels usually have gyms. My brother-in-law and Yanxi have such great figures, they must work out a lot.

Wen Shu then asked about something else: "Sister, is your husband very rich?"

"Um……"

"The money you spent on me today, was it all given to you by him?"

"Ah."

"Did you two go to bed together?"

"Um...no...ah!?"

Wenjing was both ashamed and annoyed.

"You little brat! Why are you asking this!"

"What's wrong with asking about sleeping together?"

Wen Shu was both amused and exasperated, and couldn't help but complain.

"Sis, you're only two years older than me, and you have a boyfriend now. Why are you talking about this like a middle school student?"

Wenjing put on a stern face.

"Can't you focus your attention on the right things?"

"What righteous path? Studying properly?"

"if not?"

"Sis, can't you be more realistic?"

Wen Shu sighed, looking exhausted: "You really expect me to remain untainted by the mud in that lousy vocational high school and become a flower in your eyes?"

Wenjing's expression was serious: "Where there's a will, there's a way..."

"Okay, okay... Sis, you make it sound so easy."

Wen Shu interrupted Wen Jing.

“In vocational high school, if I tell my homeroom teacher that I want to study hard and ask him questions, he will probably just think that I am just being impulsive and have a short attention span, and that I am taking up his time to play games after get off work.”

Wenjing said angrily, "Wenshu! Do you really not want to study?"

Wen Shu had no choice but to say bluntly, "Sister...you have good grades, but did you get all these things from your studies?"

Wenjing's lips moved, but she remained silent.

A wave of intense guilt washed over her. Had her inappropriate relationship with Ding Heng ultimately affected her younger sister...?

When Wen Shu saw that Wen Jing was not speaking, she immediately realized the problem.

She knew best how hard her second sister had worked.

My parents were biased, my family was not well-off, and I have suffered all kinds of hardships since I was a child.

She finally found a good boyfriend, but now she still has to worry about her troublesome younger sister.

"Sis... I didn't mean it that way, don't take it to heart!"

Wen Shu sat up, gently took Wen Jing's hand, and explained earnestly.

"I understand that you and your brother-in-law truly love each other, and he's happy to treat you well. I'm so happy for you, really!"

She paused.

"But we sisters are different... Don't worry, I have my own plans and I can make a good living."

Wenjing remained silent for a long time before finally nodding.

"Ah."

Wen Shu breathed a sigh of relief and lay back down on the bed.

"Sis, can you stay with me a little longer?"

"it is good."

Wenjing chatted with her younger sister about random things until it was almost time before getting up to leave.

The elevator reached the 27th floor, and she pushed open the door to the presidential suite.

The living room was lit by a dim, yellow light.

Ding Heng, wearing a short-sleeved shirt and shorts, leaned against the sofa, his hair still a little wet, obviously having just taken a shower.

Wenjing walked over and sat down beside him: "Where's Yanxi?"

Ding Heng put down his phone: "She's sleepy and has already gone to sleep."

"She went to bed so early today."

"Yeah, I've been shopping for too long this afternoon, I'm probably a bit tired."

After a moment of silence, Wenjing suddenly spoke softly.

"Thank you."

Ding Heng reached out and pulled Wen Jing into his arms.

"Stop saying thank you all the time. Look at Yan hope, does she ever say thank you to me?"

Wenjing nestled into Ding Heng's arms, her mood low.

"Ding Heng..."

"what happened?"

"I don't understand."

"What don't you understand?"

"Wen Shu's grades were pretty good in junior high school, so why did she stop studying properly later?"

Ding Heng grinned.

"I can guess a little bit."

Wenjing looked up at him, puzzled.

"what?"

"Wen Shu was in junior high school the year your sister graduated from university, right?"

"Yes."

Wenjing nodded, and Ding Heng continued his analysis.

“Your sister stayed at home after graduating from university, which drew a lot of disapproving looks from our parents and relatives. Wenshu saw all of this. I guess at that time she felt that going to university was useless, which led to her rebellious mentality.”