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

Lin Man handed over two boxes of silk scarves: "Here, consider this a small gift."

Although she had an ambiguous relationship with Ding Heng, Lin Man didn't seem to have any hostility towards the two people in front of her.

After all, he was just using Ding Heng. Who cared how many women were around him? Maybe he could even be used against Hua Qing...

"No, no need! This is too expensive..."

While Wenjing was still hesitating, Zhao Yanxi had already reached out her hand generously.

"Thank you, Sister Xiaoman."

"You're welcome."

Lin Man wasn't sure if it was just her imagination, but she felt that Zhao Yanxi's gaze was a little off.

"I'll be going now, bye-bye."

Lin Man turned and left, her back view graceful and swaying.

Zhao Yanxi watched her walk away, her hand gripping the silk scarf box tightly.

Wenjing leaned closer and whispered, "Yanxi, why did you accept it? It's so embarrassing..."

"Why are you being so polite? Humph!"

Zhao Yanxi withdrew her gaze and gave a soft snort.

Why not take advantage of a vixen's good fortune!

On the way back, Ding Heng drove, and the two girls sat in the back seat.

Wenjing was still muttering, "Fifty-three thousand eight... fifty-three thousand eight... fifty-three thousand eight..."

She repeated the number as if chanting a mantra, which made Ding Heng both amused and exasperated.

"Wenjing, what are you muttering about?"

Wenjing raised her head, her round face full of grievance.

"Ding Heng, fifty-three thousand eight! That's more than half a year's expenses for my family."

"Alright, alright, just consider it an investment."

"Investment? What kind of investment is this?"

"Buy her a bag, so she won't keep thinking about it. It'll solve the problem once and for all, understand?"

Wenjing blinked, seemingly understanding but not quite, yet something felt off.

What do you mean by thinking about it every day? Is it really necessary to buy this shabby bag?

Knowing she was in the wrong, Zhao Yanxi dared not speak.

Wenjing started chanting again: "Fifty-three thousand eight... fifty-three thousand eight... fifty-three thousand eight..."

Zhao Yanxi finally couldn't hold back any longer: "Xiao Jingjing! That's enough! Why don't you go buy one too, so you can feel a little better?"

"I'm not a spendthrift."

Wenjing rolled her eyes at her and continued muttering.

"Fifty-three thousand eight... fifty-three thousand eight... fifty-three thousand eight..."

Zhao Yanxi covered her face, while Ding Heng laughed even harder in front of her.

Back in her dorm, Zhao Yanxi tossed her things onto the table and turned to change and wash up.

The three roommates all turned around at the same time.

Zhang Xiao, with her sharp eyes, immediately recognized the orange shopping bag: "Holy crap! Hermes! Is it a bag? Yan hope, can I take a look?"

"casual."

After receiving Zhao Yanxi's permission, Zhang Xiao quickly opened the box.

"Holy crap, is this a Kang Kang bun?"

Zhang Xiao exclaimed in surprise, her eyes wide open.

Huang Meng also chimed in: "Yan hope, did your boyfriend buy this again?"

Zhao Yanxi changed into her pajamas and came out, then tidied up her Hanfu and put it in the wardrobe.

"Since it was on my way today, he insisted on coming in with me to take a look..."

"how much?"

"More than fifty thousand..."

Zhang Xiao and Huang Meng exchanged a glance and simultaneously gasped.

Li Aitong sat in her seat, her expression somewhat stiff.

She glanced subconsciously at the LV bag on her desk, initially feeling quite proud of it.

just now……

However, Zhao Yanxi no longer wanted to bother Li Aitong.

Ding Heng is right. Once you have this thing, apart from making others envious, it doesn't really have much use.

Moreover, as a college student, it's not convenient for her to carry it out normally, and it's not as convenient as a backpack that costs 120 yuan.

Zhao Yanxi reached out and touched it; it felt nice, but her mind was no longer on the bag.

Just as the intelligence indicated, Lin Man is indeed quite wealthy. She enters Hermès as if it were her own home, and the sales assistants treat her like they've seen a god of wealth.

Her appearance was about equal to his own, each with their own merits.

What Zhao Yanxi was more concerned about was how far Lin Man and Ding Heng had progressed.

Feelings of attraction?

ambiguous?

Or... have they already slept together?

My phone suddenly vibrated.

Zhao Yanxi picked it up and was stunned.

[Linhu Guide] has accepted your friend request.

……

On the way back to Hubei University.

The dilapidated Chang'an car drove smoothly through the night, the light and shadow of the streetlights outside the window rushing past.

Wenjing sat quietly in the passenger seat, without saying a word.

Ding Heng glanced at her: "Are you still angry?"

Wenjing shook her head: "I'm not angry, I just feel..."

Ding Heng answered for her: "You don't think it's worth it?"

Wenjing nodded, which was taken as acquiescence.

Ding Heng reached out and ruffled the girl's hair: "There's no need to think like that. When you only have 100,000 yuan, spending 50,000 on a bag is indeed not worth it. But now you have so much money in your account, wouldn't you be willing to spend a little to make your best friend happy?"

"I'm willing... but..."

Wenjing hesitated, still feeling a little depressed.

She never imagined she would spend 50,000 yuan on a bag!

Ding Heng didn't say anything more, and the car continued to drive forward.

A few minutes later, he suddenly took out a business card from the armrest box and handed it to Wenjing.

Wenjing took it; the business card read—【Qimingxing Education · Gold Medal Tutoring Team】

Below is a phone number and an address.

Wenjing looked up: "What's this?"

Ding Heng looked ahead: "They are the top high school tutors in Xingcheng. Let's buy Wenshu two lessons another day and see how it goes. If it works well, we can have them tutor Wenshu long-term."

Wenjing was speechless for a moment.

Ding Heng continued, "Do you think it was worth spending this money?"

The streetlights swept past the car window, casting flickering shadows on Wenjing's face.

Wenjing breathed a long sigh of relief, her thoughts finally cleared, and she stopped dwelling on the problem.

The money wasn't hers; Ding Heng had asked her to keep it!

Whether it's worth it or not is never up to her, but up to Ding Heng!

The man would give Yan hope a date and a piece of candy at the same time, trying his best to treat her equally.

The car stopped in front of the girls' dormitory, and Ding Heng, as usual, rubbed Wenjing's little face.

"Autumn is here, stop wearing sportswear. I've bought you so many pretty clothes, you have to wear them and show them to me!"

Wenjing clenched the small business card in her hand and softly murmured "Mmm".

As obedient as ever...

Chapter 125: Ding Heng's Secret Base

Saturday morning.

Zhao Yanxi opened her eyes groggily, and what she saw was the man's well-defined jawline.

Ding Heng was still asleep, and his arm naturally wrapped around her waist.

Memories of last night gradually returned to her. Zhao Yanxi gently moved her legs, which felt sore and weak, as if she had just run three thousand meters.

She's been thoroughly exhausted by the man again...

Zhao Yanxi gently turned over and changed direction.

Noticing the movement in his arms, Ding Heng instinctively tightened his arms and then continued to sleep.