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

Wenjing's phone suddenly vibrated. She picked it up, glanced at it, and softly called out, "Yanxi..."

Zhao Yanxi didn't move, her voice muffled: "Hmm?"

"Ding Heng sent a message."

"what did he say?"

Zhao Yanxi perked up slightly and took the phone from Wenjing.

Ding Heng: Come here!

Two short words, concise and clear, leaving no room for negotiation.

Wenjing shrank back and muttered softly, "He seems really angry that we came to Shanghai secretly..."

Zhao Yanxi handed the phone back to Wenjing, got out of bed, and put on her down jacket.

"Let's go."

What are you doing?

"Didn't Brother Ding Heng tell us to go over there?"

"oh oh!"

Wenjing then seemed to realize it belatedly and quickly followed.

Inside the elevator, the numbers jumped down one by one.

Wenjing secretly glanced at Zhao Yanxi and saw that her eyes were vacant again, so she couldn't help but worry.

She asked with concern, "Yan hope, are you still jealous and sad?"

Zhao Yanxi snapped out of her daze: "Aren't you jealous?"

Wenjing lowered her head, her fingers tugging at the zipper of her down jacket: "There's only a little bit left..."

"How much is 'a little bit'?"

"It's just... a little bit."

Wenjing's voice grew softer and softer, and Zhao Yanxi didn't press the matter further.

After seeing the message from Ding Heng, the fear and anticipation in her heart actually lessened the bitterness.

Her mind was already starting to imagine how Ding Heng would treat her tonight.

Judging from the man's brief message, he seemed genuinely angry this time...

The two took a taxi to Ding Heng's hotel, went upstairs and stood in front of the door, neither daring to ring the doorbell.

Zhao Yanxi took a deep breath: "He will definitely ask questions, let's think about how to answer them first."

Wenjing nodded obediently: "Let's just say we discussed it together."

Although she would jokingly "betray" Zhao Yanxi, Wenjing was determined to share the burden when it came to crucial moments.

Zhao Yanxi smiled helplessly and imitated Ding Heng's tone.

Who came up with the idea?

"you……"

Who bought the plane ticket?

"I……"

Who bought the tickets?

"you……"

Who booked the hotel?

"I……"

"My little Jingjing!"

Zhao Yanxi couldn't stand it anymore and gently poked Wenjing's forehead: "Why are you being so honest? Just say what you want to say."

Wenjing rubbed her forehead, looking completely innocent: "What else can I say?"

"Why don't you just put all the blame on me?"

Zhao Yanxi shrugged: "Anyway, I was the mastermind, so I'm not afraid of being bitten by a lot of lice."

"That's not a good idea..."

"I'm used to being punished!"

Zhao Yanxi teased, "You've never been punished by him before. He's obviously in a bad mood today, so don't make things too difficult for you."

Wenjing muttered, "Isn't it just a matter of time..."

The two women chatted back and forth, neither of them realizing that they had almost implicitly accepted the same fact.

It was only natural for Ding Heng to "punish" them.

"Don't overthink it, just push it onto me."

"no……"

Before the two girls could reach a decision, the door suddenly opened.

Ding Heng stood at the door, wearing a loose hotel bathrobe.

The two girls stood obediently at the same time, not daring to breathe.

Ding Heng's smile remained as gentle as ever, as if nothing had happened.

"Come in and have something to eat first. The late-night snack just arrived and it's still warm."

The two followed Ding Heng into the room, where three bowls of bird's nest porridge and several plates of delicate pastries were laid out on the dining table.

Ding Heng picked up his bowl and slowly took a sip: "Have you asked for leave from school yet?"

Wenjing whispered, "I asked... something came up at home."

Zhao Yanxi added, "I'll also accompany my classmate to the doctor."

Ding Heng nodded and took another sip of porridge: "Did you get jealous today?"

Wenjing remained quiet and honest: "A little..."

Zhao Yanxi didn't say anything, but silently grabbed a steamed bun and took a big bite.

Ding Heng put down his bowl and wiped his mouth: "Long He is my childhood friend. We grew up together. Her mother and my father were colleagues, so she is like half a daughter to my mother. We have always called each other brothers until she was taken to Shanghai by her mother and became a star. It has been almost three years since we last met, so it is inevitable that I am a little excited."

Zhao Yanxi muttered sourly, "The way you sing doesn't sound like a brother..."

Ding Heng smiled, didn't respond, and steered the conversation back on track.

Who came up with the idea?

"I!"

"I……"

The two best friends spoke in unison, then turned and looked at each other.

Who bought the plane ticket?

"I……"

"I!"

Two different answers again.

Who bought the tickets?

"You and I……"

"me……"

They began to hesitate, each saying their own thing.

Who booked the hotel?

This time, the two learned their lesson and shut their mouths without saying a word.

Ding Heng couldn't help but laugh out loud: "You're quite loyal, aren't you? Next time, could you please double-check your statements before coming back?"

Zhao Yanxi pouted, feeling wronged: "You were the one who secretly came to Shanghai to see other women without telling me and Xiao Jingjing..."

Ding Heng reached out and gently rubbed her head, neither refuting nor explaining.

He then asked, "Where's my birthday present?"

As if waking from a dream, Wenjing quickly took out a small light gray cloth bag from her pocket and handed it over with both hands.

"This...this is something I knitted myself..."

"Thank you."

Ding Heng took the bag, took out the red, blue and white woven bracelet, looked at it over and over, and finally put it on his wrist.

Wenjing tentatively asked in a low voice, "Will you wear it all the time?"

Ding Heng's lips curved into a smile: "As long as you stay by my side obediently, I won't take it off."

Wenjing nodded vigorously, indicating that she would never leave Ding Heng.

Ding Heng turned to Zhao Yanxi: "What about yours?"

Zhao Yanxi turned her face away and said defiantly, "I wasn't prepared."

After speaking, she secretly glanced at Wenjing, looking somewhat embarrassed.

Ding Heng took out a room key from his pocket and handed it to Wenjing: "Wenjing, go and rest next door first. Yan hope and I need to talk alone for a bit."

Wenjing was taken aback, looked at Zhao Yanxi, hesitated and did not answer.

"Yan hope, she..."

"obedient!"

Ding Heng interrupted, his tone gentle yet unquestionable.

Wenjing ultimately could not disobey Ding Heng's orders.