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

Hua Qing felt a little embarrassed by the flattery, and took the flowers, muttering softly, "Sister Lingling, don't talk nonsense..."

"Sooner or later!"

Wei Lingling smiled calmly and turned her gaze to Ding Heng beside her: "This gentleman...aren't you going to introduce him to me?"

Ding Heng stepped forward and extended his hand: "Hello, Sister Lingling, I'm Ding Heng, Hua Qing's boyfriend."

Wei Lingling grasped his hand, looked him up and down, and clicked her tongue twice: "Not bad, little brother, you can even handle Abbess Miejue."

Hua Qing glared at her: "Wei Lingling!"

Wei Lingling laughed and turned to walk out, saying, "Let's go, the car is outside."

The car was a black Audi.

After getting on the bus, Wei Lingling briefly explained her relationship with Hua Qing.

She is three years older than Hua Qing, and they both had the experience of learning dance from Qi Yanran, so they can be considered fellow disciples.

Wei Lingling was also quite talented, and she was admitted to the Shanghai Theatre Academy without any problems. However, she didn't have the same ambition as Hua Qing. After graduation, she directly found a wealthy first-generation entrepreneur who was five years older than her.

I got married the year before last, had a baby last year, and this year I'm thinking about whether to have a second child...

Hua Qing's visit to Shanghai provided an opportunity for the two sisters to reunite after a long time.

As the car started, Wei Lingling glanced at the two people in the back seat through the rearview mirror: "How long have you two known each other?"

Before Hua Qing could choose her words carefully, Ding Heng spoke first: "Three months."

Wei Lingling's eyes widened: "Wow, that's amazing! You managed to win over Hua Qing in just three months?"

In Wei Lingling’s eyes, Hua Qing’s ability to fall in love was already a miracle. She never expected that someone would win her over in just three months.

If the men who pursued her back then knew this, they'd probably be furious.

Hua Qing quickly explained, "It's hard to explain in a short time..."

"I understand, I understand."

Wei Lingling waved her hand, with an expression of someone who'd been there before: "It's fate."

Hua Qing pursed her lips, glared at Ding Heng with shame and indignation, but Ding Heng pretended not to see it.

As the car entered the airport expressway, the scenery outside the window rushed past.

As Wei Lingling drove, she chatted about her recent situation, from work to life, and from life to family.

"My back is aching from taking care of the baby lately. This little rascal won't sleep unless I hold him in my arms at night..."

“My husband said he’d take us to Sanya after the Chinese New Year, but I said forget it. What can a one-year-old do in Sanya? It’s just a different place to take the kid…”

"By the way, if you're getting married, remember to let me know in advance so I can arrange the time. It's not like before; nowadays, with families to take care of, you need to plan a trip at least two weeks in advance..."

As Hua Qing listened, she gradually realized that she couldn't get a word in edgewise.

The marriage, children, husband, family, and so on that Wei Lingling talks about are too far removed from her reality.

She didn't know how to respond, nor what expression to use.

On the contrary, Ding Heng was able to chime in with a few words.

"Taking care of a baby is really tiring. My cousin's baby also won't sleep at night and insists on being held and rocked." "A one-year-old child is definitely not suitable for long trips. Wait another two years and it will be fine." "I will definitely let you know when I get married. Don't make excuses that you're too busy."

Wei Lingling was delighted to hear this.

"Wow, Xiao Ding seems to know a lot? Do you have younger siblings?"

"No, it's just that my relatives have a lot of children, so I occasionally help them out."

"Then when Hua Qing gives birth, don't complain about being a nuisance."

"I wouldn't mind how many children she has!"

Hua Qing listened to the two chatting, her face slightly flushed.

More than an hour later, the car stopped in front of a high-end hotel.

The hotel was arranged in advance by Longhe. The doorman came to open the door and took the luggage attentively.

Wei Lingling glanced at the hotel entrance, then looked at Ding Heng, her eyes holding a different meaning.

Ding Heng got out of the car and went to the front desk to register, while Wei Lingling and Hua Qing sat idly in the rest area.

"Sister Lingling."

Hua Qing asked, "Are you really not going to dance anymore?"

Wei Lingling paused for a moment, then smiled and looked down.

She raised her hand and pulled her trouser leg up, revealing a section of her calf.

A long scar stretched from below the knee all the way to the ankle, lying menacingly on the skin.

I did it during my junior year of college.

Wei Lingling said calmly, "It became less convenient later on."

Hua Qing was stunned and couldn't speak for a long time.

Wei Lingling pulled down her trouser leg: "When Teacher Qi came to see me, I was curious why you didn't come. She said you were busy preparing for the art exam and didn't want to bother you... I just didn't expect that you would end up going to a school like Hunan Normal University."

Hua Qing lowered her eyes and remained silent.

At that time, she and Qi Yanran broke up because of their differing beliefs.

When Teacher Qi went to see Wei Lingling, she was probably locked in the practice room.

Seeing Hua Qing's complicated expression, Wei Lingling assumed that the other woman was feeling sorry for her, and patted her shoulder with a sigh.

"Don't pity me, I'm doing great! My husband treats me well, and he's even planning to open a dance class for me when the kids are a little older, to help me pass the time."

Her face beamed with genuine happiness: "When the time comes, please invite the future chief to give a lecture. Don't say you're too busy!"

Hua Qing forced a smile. She wasn't good at handling jokes like that. Luckily, Ding Heng came back with the room key and broke the awkward silence.

Ding Heng asked, "Sister Lingling, would you like to have dinner together later?"

Wei Lingling waved her hand: "Forget it, there's still a little darling at home. Even though we have a nanny, a one-year-old child can't be without his mother."

"Okay, drive carefully."

"okay."

Wei Lingling stood up and waved to them, "Keep in touch when you have time. Xiao Ding, treat our Abbess Miejue well!"

Hua Qing glared at her again: "Wei Lingling!"

Wei Lingling laughed heartily, stepped on the gas, and the black Audi quickly disappeared into the traffic.

The elevator is going up.

Hua Qing stared at the numbers jumping one by one, her mind a little confused.

If Ding Heng hadn't appeared, and her foot injury hadn't been healed, what would she have been like?

Probably similar to Wei Lingling...

Find a man to marry, have a child, and then leave the stage.

If you're lucky, you might be able to open a training course to pass the time; if you're unlucky, you might just stay at home, being a wife and mother, and gradually accepting the mundane routine.

They might not even be as lucky as Wei Lingling, finding a man who treats them well.

Although she has paid a certain "price" now, at least her dance career can continue.

Thinking about it this way, the so-called "cost" doesn't seem so unacceptable.

The elevator is still going up.

Hua Qing suddenly spoke up: "Thank you."

Ding Heng turned to look at her, puzzled. "What are you thanking me for?"

Hua Qing shook her head and did not answer.

Chapter 131: Reminiscing

After a brief rest at the hotel, Ding Heng collapsed onto the bed and sent a message to Long He.

[Ding Heng]: I have arrived in Shanghai.

As always, Long He responded to Ding Heng's messages instantly.

【Sister Long is a dragon, not a milk dragon】: We're rehearsing right now, want to come and join the fun?

[Ding Heng]: Forget it, I'll watch your performance tomorrow.

[Sister Long is a dragon, not a milk dragon]: [Milk dragon with hands on hips.jpg]

Ding Heng glanced at Hua Qing, who was packing her luggage in the dressing room, and then lowered his head to type.

[Ding Heng]: By the way, Hua Qing came with me.

[Sister Long is a dragon, not a milk dragon]: Oh...

Ding Heng didn't reply and put his phone back in his pocket.

"Senior."

He called out towards the walk-in closet, "Want to go out for a stroll on the first day of the new year?"

Hua Qing poked half her head out from the dressing room: "I've been to Shanghai a few times before, there's nothing much to see."

"Then stay with me?"

Ding Heng sat up in bed: "This is my first time here. I'd like to go to the Bund. I heard it's not far from here."

Hua Qing pulled her head back in: "Then wait for me, I'll put on some makeup and change my clothes."

Waiting for a woman to leave the house is always agonizing...

Half an hour later, the door to the walk-in closet finally opened.

Hua Qing changed into a light pink cross-collar long coat and a moon-white horse-face skirt.

Ding Heng complained, "Senior, we're just going to stroll around the Bund."