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

"It's enough. If it really doesn't work out, I can take on part-time jobs. I can just treat it as practice."

"Don't overwork yourself. You don't need to do part-time jobs. You're only a freshman."

"Know it."

Zhao Yanxi responded with a sound, as if she had suddenly remembered something.

"By the way, Dad, speaking of part-time jobs, something outrageous happened to me today."

"What outrageous thing?"

"Someone came to our school today to hand out flyers, looking for female college students to do part-time jobs."

Zhao Yanxi said unhappily, "I ignored him, but he followed me all the way and wouldn't stop until he shoved the flyers into my hand."

Zhao Xingguo frowned slightly.

What kind of part-time job?

"What...what dream KTV? It's obviously not a good place."

Zhao Yanxi pretended to ponder: "The name looks familiar. Is there a chain store in Zhuzhou too?"

Zhao Xingguo's brows furrowed even more.

He didn't answer, but continued to give his daughter instructions.

"It's right that you ignored it. Next time this happens, remember to contact the school teachers and leaders. If the other party goes too far, call the police directly."

"Okay, Dad."

Zhao Yanxi obediently replied, "Then you should get some rest. I won't bother you anymore."

"Okay, you should go to bed early too."

After hanging up the phone, Zhao Xingguo placed his phone on the coffee table and tapped his fingers lightly on the surface.

A few seconds later, he picked up his work phone, found a number, and dialed it.

"Hey, Lao Zhu."

Zhao Xingguo took a deep breath.

"I've just considered your suggestion, and I agree with the plan, especially regarding entertainment venues like KTVs; we must intensify our crackdown!"

Chapter 121: The Suspicious Hua Qing

The morning sunlight shone into Lin Man's upscale apartment and fell on her face.

She groggily opened her eyes, reached for her phone, and glanced at the time—6:30.

It's still early...

She yawned, got up, put on her bathrobe, slipped on her slippers, and went into the bathroom.

The electric toothbrush was buzzing as Lin Man brushed her teeth with one hand and scrolled through her phone with the other.

First, check your WeChat Moments.

The selfie I posted last night has already received over eighty likes, and the comments section is full of sycophantic compliments.

She swiped casually, then looked at the WeChat group; the family group messages had reached 99+ from yesterday morning.

She clicked on it, scrolled up, and saw a cousin complaining.

[Lately, the higher-ups have been acting strangely, picking on us every few days. Yesterday they launched another surprise attack. Damn it, it's so annoying!]

Someone replied below.

[Over in Zhuzhou?]

Yes, that's the area I'm in charge of. Several venues have been shut down, resulting in losses of hundreds of thousands in a week.

What's the reason?

[Who knows! They say it was reported by the public, but I think it's just deliberate harassment.]

Just bear with it, it'll get better in a while.

[Screw it! I finally built up my sales performance, and now it's all ruined...]

From the time he started his business in the 1980s to the present day, Lin Man's maternal grandfather has had four wives, seven sons, four daughters, and a large number of grandchildren.

Lin Man stared at the screen for a few seconds, unable to recall her cousin's name.

I only vaguely remember that he seemed to be in charge of business in Zhuzhou and was highly regarded by my grandfather.

She didn't take it to heart and continued scrolling down, treating it as just watching the show.

The family business had absolutely nothing to do with her unloved granddaughter.

She only needs to be sure of one thing—that her monthly allowance will arrive on time.

"Achoo!"

Suddenly I sneezed, and my phone almost fell into the sink.

Lin Man rubbed her nose and rinsed the foam out of her mouth.

Why have I been sneezing so much lately?

I don't have a cold.

Who has their eye on her?

Lin Man shook her head, not thinking much of it.

After rinsing my mouth, washing my face, doing skincare, and putting on makeup... it was already 7:30 by the time I finished the whole routine.

Lin Man walked to the wardrobe and began to choose her clothes for the day.

The cabinet door was opened, and it was filled with hanging items.

She ran her fingers along the clothes hanger, took out a cream-colored long knitted cardigan, paired it with a dark gray pencil skirt, and finally pulled out a brand new pair of black stockings from the drawer.

Lin Man stood in front of the dressing mirror, turned slightly to the side, struck a pose, and nodded in satisfaction.

"You little brat! I'll charm you to death."

Lin Man went downstairs, got into her silver BMW, and drove to the Chujiang Hotel.

She walked into the lobby in high heels and went to the front desk.

"Lin Man, you have an appointment with Mr. Ding on the 27th floor."

The receptionist smiled and nodded, then dialed the number for room 27.

After muttering a few words, she put down the microphone.

"Ms. Lin, please take the elevator up this way."

As the elevator ascended, Lin Man looked at herself in the mirrored wall again, quickly tidying her long, loose hair.

Upon arriving on the 27th floor, she went to the door and rang the doorbell.

The door opened, and Ding Heng, wearing a loose white T-shirt and gray sweatpants, with messy hair and eyes not fully open, appeared.

"You're here."

Ding Heng yawned.

Lin Man: "..."

She stood up straight, puffed out her chest, and waited for the man to admire her carefully made-up appearance.

Ding Heng, who was still half asleep, only glanced at her indifferently before turning and walking inside.

"Just find a place to take the picture, hurry up, I'm leaving soon."

Lin Man stood there, stunned, feeling a sense of defeat.

What does "just find a place to take pictures" mean?

Can't he see her outfit?

Forget it, I won't argue with a man who just woke up.

Lin Man walked into the room, took out her phone, and started looking for angles to take selfies.

The sunlight was perfect in front of the floor-to-ceiling window; I took a picture.

The lighting is soft on the living room sofa; let's take a picture.

Then push open the door to the walk-in closet.

"I go!"

Lin Man let out a gasp.

The walk-in closet is very large, with wardrobes and shelves lining all four walls.

On the far left, there are rows of clothes hanging.

JK uniforms, Hanfu, cheongsams, maid outfits, nurse uniforms... a whole bunch of sexy clothes she couldn't name, red, black, white, all kinds of styles.

On the jewelry stand in the middle, besides various kinds of jewelry, there was also a pile of indescribable little toys.

Lin Man's eyes widened, and she was about to take a closer look when suddenly someone grabbed her arm and pulled her away.

Ding Heng's face turned cold: "Who gave you permission to barge into the room?"

Lin Man stumbled as Ding Heng pulled her along, and retorted indignantly, "Didn't you tell me to just find a place to take pictures anywhere?"

Ding Heng pursed his lips and didn't pursue the matter further.

Did you post it on WeChat Moments?

"It's been sent."

"Can Hua Qing see?"

Lin Man shrugged.

"How would I know? I don't even know if she's blocked me."

Just as he finished speaking, Ding Heng's phone rang; it was Hua Qing.