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

The truth is always hard to hear, especially for a rebellious teenager.

Baima couldn't help but feel indignant: "Are you saying that I lack personal charisma and leadership skills like my mother?"

Ding Heng smiled wryly: "At least for now, yes!"

"But online, people really respect me..."

Baima tried to refute, but her voice grew softer and softer, lacking any real conviction.

Ding Heng sighed and said nothing more.

The reason why Baima is becoming increasingly addicted to online social circles is that, as long as she spends money online, she can at least enjoy enough respect.

But she didn't understand that the "respect" she bought online was essentially just a commodity, which had no value other than satisfying her vain and empty heart.

However, ultimately, Baima herself has to figure this out; excessive lecturing might only provoke her rebellion.

The car drove off the elevated road and turned into the villa area.

Ding Heng turned off the engine and called out softly.

"Pema".

Bai Ma looked up, and Ding Heng met her gaze, speaking earnestly.

"Making friends isn't difficult at all."

Perhaps it was because he was imagining Bai Ma as Wen Jing, but Ding Heng reached out and gently patted Bai Ma's head for the first time.

"After the Spring Festival and the start of the new school term, I will first try to adjust my mindset and then see how it goes."

Bai Ma's hair was messed up by Ding Heng's ruffling, but she neither dodged nor argued back.

"Brother."

"Ok?"

"So, am I your friend now?"

Ding Heng was suddenly taken aback, clearly not expecting Baima to ask such a question.

He grinned and responded loudly.

"Calculate!"

Chapter 142: A Girlfriend's Duties? (Please Subscribe!)

It was almost 1 a.m. when we got back to the villa.

After a quick wash, Ding Heng lay down on the bed, gazing at the night view of the river, as several messages popped up on his phone.

【Good Luck Xiao Jing】: [Goodnight Rabbit.jpg].

[Ding Heng]: Good night.

Switch to another dialog box.

【Lucky Zhao】: [Kitten rolling around.jpg]

[Lucky Zhao] Ding Heng, I spent the whole day shopping with my mom today, my legs are about to give out! I miss you!

[Ding Heng]: We've only been apart for a day.

[Lucky Zhao]: I think about you all day long~ Don't you miss me?

【丁衡】：To think.

[Lucky Little Zhao]: Just going through the motions! [Sullen little cat.jpg]

[Lucky Zhao]: This lady is magnanimous and forgives you. Go to sleep early, see you in my dreams!

[Ding Heng]: Okay, goodnight.

Finally, click on Hua Qing's profile picture.

[Ding Heng]: Goodnight, senior.

【A Sea of ​​Flowers Under a Sunny Day】: Good night.

Ding Heng put his phone back on the bedside table, closed his eyes, and fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning.

Ding Heng went downstairs early, and there were already people busy in the living room.

A woman in her early thirties was bending down to tidy the coffee table when she heard footsteps and straightened up.

She had short, neat hair, regular features, wore a dark gray sweater, and held a rag in her hand.

Secretary Huang came out of the kitchen and nodded to Ding Heng: "Mr. Ding, good morning. This is Sister Jiang. She will be in charge of your daily life from now on. You and Baima can go to her if you need anything."

Sister Jiang smiled and said, "Hello, Mr. Ding. You can call me Sister Jiang if you don't mind. Breakfast is ready. Please see if it suits your taste."

Ding Heng said politely, "Hello, Sister Jiang. I'll be troubling you a lot in the future."

Sister Jiang waved her hand: "No trouble at all, it's nothing."

Ding Heng continued downstairs: "Where's Baima?"

Secretary Huang said helplessly, "He's not up yet. He's probably staying up late playing games again last night."

Ding Heng smiled but didn't say anything.

Breakfast was prepared by Sister Jiang: millet porridge, fried eggs, a few side dishes, and warmed milk—simple and light.

Ding Heng sat down and ate slowly, while Secretary Huang sat opposite him, opened his tablet, and began to report on today's arrangements.

"Mr. Ding, the real estate agency will be sending over some furniture catalogs today. We'd like you to take a look and help us choose a style. Also, the housekeeping company will be sending people for interviews. Sister Jiang might not be able to handle everything by herself, so we'll need a couple more helpers..."

Ding Heng swallowed a mouthful of porridge: "I don't know much about these things, Secretary Huang, you can decide."

Secretary Huang nodded and made some notes on the tablet.

Although she knew Ding Heng wouldn't care, she still had to show the proper attitude.

After finishing breakfast, Ding Heng wiped his mouth and stood up.

Secretary Huang took a car key out of her bag and handed it to him: "Mr. Ding, the boss has arranged this car for your convenient commute. It's parked in the underground garage."

Ding Heng took it and glanced at it; it was a Mercedes-Benz logo.

He didn't refuse, and put it in his pocket: "Thanks."

I went downstairs to the underground parking garage and found the brand-new Mercedes, its black exterior gleaming.

Ding Heng opened the car door, sat down, leaned back in the seat, gripped the steering wheel for a few seconds, then got out again and walked towards the dusty Chang'an parked on the side.

We don't need it for now...

With a roar from the old engine, Ding Heng shifted gears, stepped on the gas, and drove out of the underground parking garage.

Two girls were already waiting at the entrance of Chujiang Hotel.

Wenjing was wrapped in a light pink down jacket, her face slightly flushed from the cold wind.

Hua Qing stood to the side, wearing a moon-white Hanfu cloak, her posture upright, slowly sipping hot tea.

Ding Heng parked the car and rolled down the window: "How long have you been waiting?"

Wenjing shook her head: "I just arrived a little while ago."

Hua Qing didn't say anything, she just kept drinking her tea.

The two got into the car; Wenjing sat in the passenger seat, and Huaqing sat in the back.

The car was driven to the driving school first.

Wenjing kept recounting the embarrassing things that happened during her driving practice yesterday, while Ding Heng listened as he drove, occasionally responding with a few words.

At the driving school entrance, Wenjing unbuckled her seatbelt and waved to the back seat: "Goodbye, Sister Huaqing!"

Hua Qing nodded: "Yes, practice hard."

The car door closed, and Wenjing jogged into the driving school gate.

Ding Heng turned around and drove towards Hua Qing's house.

Before getting off the bus, Ding Heng glanced at Hua Qing and teased, "Did you behave well today, senior?"

Hua Qing's hand trembled, and the hot tea in her cup almost spilled. She got out of the car angrily and slammed the door shut.

Ding Heng took out his phone, opened an app, and tapped it lightly.

Suddenly, Hua Qing stumbled and turned back to glare at him, feeling ashamed and indignant.

"Student, pay attention in class!"

"Scumbag!"

Seeing Hua Qing's staggering figure disappear at the building entrance, Ding Heng chuckled and turned off his phone, deciding to call it quits while he was ahead.

As the car drove onto the main road, Ding Heng suddenly felt a little unsure of which way to go.

Because of system tasks, he has spent most of his time over the past few months revolving around several women.

Every day when I open my eyes, I think about who I should spend time with today, who I should see tomorrow, and what I should plan for the day after tomorrow.

Zhao Yanxi has returned to Zhuzhou, Hua Qing has to attend classes, and Wen Jing is learning to drive.

Suddenly having free time feels a bit strange.

I can't exactly go back to the school library to study, can I?

Ding Heng chuckled at his own thoughts and drove to Xie Baoyang's apartment building.

[Ding Heng]: Have you gotten up yet?

I waited a few seconds, but there was no reply.

Ding Heng dialed the number directly.

beep - beep - beep -

It rang seven or eight times before the other end answered, and Xie Baoyang's indistinct voice came through.

"Hello...who is it..."