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

"How about trying this one? This style is a bit sexier, a lot of guys like it."

The sales assistant then picked up another bra, a sky-blue one with lace trim, which was a rather sexy style and also quite expensive.

Wenjing's heart skipped a beat: "Would...he like it?"

The sales assistant suggested, "Why don't you call him in and ask him?"

Wenjing took the underwear, hesitating.

Suddenly, a thought flashed through my mind.

Yan hope has been away from Ding Heng for some time.

So...should I take on the responsibilities of being a girlfriend?

As Wenjing left the lingerie store, the blush on her face hadn't completely faded. She had six sets of lingerie in her hand, plus several packs of stockings.

Some were given as gifts by the sales assistants, and some were chosen by Ding Heng, but she herself didn't dare to take any...

Ding Heng led her forward, then suddenly stopped.

Wenjing looked up: "What's wrong?"

Ding Heng didn't say anything, but continued to knead her cheeks as usual, with extra force.

Wenjing mumbled indistinctly, "Ugh...why...it hurts, it hurts."

Ding Heng released her hand and gently flicked her forehead: "It's nothing, I just thought you were quite well-behaved today."

"Whenever I misbehave... you're just making excuses, you like to bully me!"

Wenjing gently rubbed her cheeks, pouting aggrievedly.

She was behaving well, but the man only became more forceful. Who could she complain to?

Stepping out of the mall, a cold wind hit me.

Wenjing shrank her neck and subconsciously put her hands into her pockets.

Ding Heng immediately pulled her hand out of his pocket and held it in his own palm.

"Let's go back to the hotel."

Wenjing hummed in agreement and nestled obediently into Ding Heng's arms.

The streetlights cast flickering light across the man's face.

Wenjing looked up and stared at Ding Heng's profile, the thought from before resurfacing in her mind.

Yan hope is away recently. As her "girlfriend," can I make Ding Heng happy like Yan hope did?

Wenjing didn't know.

But perhaps she should give it a try...

Chapter 143: The Little Rabbit That Came to Our Door

Chujiang Hotel.

The private elevator in the presidential suite ascended smoothly, with red numbers ticking away one step at a time.

Wenjing clutched the shopping bag tightly, occasionally stealing a glance at the man beside her.

Finally, she couldn't help but speak softly.

"Ding Heng".

"Ok?"

Are you staying at the hotel tonight?

"Otherwise, where am I supposed to go?"

Wenjing hummed in agreement and lowered her head, seemingly lost in thought.

The elevator stopped on the 27th floor, where soft wall lamps cast a warm yellow light.

Ding Heng swiped his card, pushed open the door, and walked straight to the master bedroom: "I'm going to wash up and go to bed first. You should get some rest too, you have to practice driving tomorrow."

"it is good."

Wenjing watched Ding Heng's figure disappear behind the door, stood there stunned for two seconds, and then turned and walked to the side bedroom.

As the hotel's most luxurious suite, the temperature inside remains a comfortable 26°C, even in the dead of winter.

As soon as Wenjing entered the room, she couldn't wait to take off all her heavy clothes and quickly ran into the bathroom.

After a quick rinse, the girl changed into a soft, loose-fitting white nightgown, stepped barefoot onto the clean, thick carpet, and sat down in front of the dressing table.

In the mirror, her round face was clean and her skin was fair with a rosy glow.

Wenjing took a face mask out of the drawer, tore open the packaging, and carefully applied it to her face.

She took a gentle breath and smoothed the mask with her fingers, ensuring that every inch of her skin was covered with the essence.

Then she got up and boiled a kettle of water, and took out the roselle tea that Zhao Yanxi had left behind from the cabinet.

The flower tea was sent by Zhao Yanxi's uncle last month. It is said to be a top-quality tea for nourishing the skin and calming the mind, and many wealthy women drink it.

As the boiling water washes over them, the dried petals slowly unfurl, spreading a beautiful rose-red hue in the water.

Wenjing picked up her cup and sat down at her desk.

She turned on her computer and, as usual, opened the stock trading software, her eyes scanning the rows of numbers.

More than two months have passed, and under Ding Heng's guidance, the amount in her account has now grown to a number she never dared to imagine before.

She put down her cup, switched to another window, and prepared to find a show to watch.

My phone suddenly rang; it was a video call from my younger sister, Wenshu.

Wenjing answered the call and placed the phone next to the computer stand.

Wen Shu was huddled under the covers, with only half her face showing. Her forehead was wet, indicating that she had just taken a shower.

"sister!"

Wen Shu waved to Wen Jing and asked with a grin, "What are you doing?"

"I'm going to watch a show for a while."

Wenjing retorted, "Why aren't you asleep yet?"

"Don't even mention it, our old water heater is acting up again. The water suddenly turned cold halfway through my shower, and I was shivering from the cold."

As Wen Shu spoke, she pulled the blanket up a little higher, shrinking herself even tighter.

"Sis, why are you dressed so lightly? Aren't you cold?"

"I'm at the hotel."

Wenjing gave a simple response, and Wenshu let out a long "Oh".

"Oh right, I forgot you and your brother-in-law live in Chujiang."

The young girl sighed and said, "I really envy you and your older sister. One of you doesn't have to suffer from the cold in Shenzhen, and the other stays in a luxury hotel every day. I'm just so unlucky..."

Wen Shu spoke in a relaxed tone, clearly joking with her sisters.

What is said may be unintentional, but what is heard may be intentional.

Wenjing's gaze unconsciously swept over everything in front of her.

Inside the glass, the rose-red floral tea steamed with wisps of white mist.

On the expensive laptop screen, stock charts showed alternating red and green lines, rising and falling.

Looking further afield, the large, soft Hästens mattress is covered with the hotel's exclusive pure white bedding, fluffy like a cloud.

The room was warm and cozy, and even though she was only wearing a thin nightgown, she didn't feel the slightest bit of cold.

Wenjing suddenly remembered last winter.

At that time, she and Wenshu shared a room. The old house was not well insulated, and it was always chilly at night.

She and Wenshu each wrapped themselves in a thick cotton quilt, and then pressed their down jackets on top of the quilts.

Getting up every morning is an ordeal. She only dares to lift the covers after the alarm clock rings three times. The moment the cold air sneaks into the bed, she gets a shiver.

Even now, thinking back on that feeling still makes me instinctively hunch my shoulders.

"Xiao Shu".

Wenjing suddenly spoke up, interrupting Wenshu's rambling.

"Ok?"

Wen Shu blinked.

"Go to the electronics store tomorrow."

"what?"

"Find an air conditioner and install it in the room."

Wenjing said calmly, "Just send me a message when it's time, and I'll transfer the money to you."

Wen Shu waved her hand: "Sister, there's no need for that. You know our family's situation, why would we need an air conditioner? I'm used to it."

"obedient!"

Wenjing said earnestly, "It will be more convenient for you to study if we install air conditioning."

Wen Shu smiled wryly: "Even if you let me install it, would Mom and Dad allow it? That thing uses a lot of electricity, how much more electricity would it cost each month? You know how stingy Mom is, she'd definitely nag me to death."

"If you're not going to pretend, then I'll call my parents and tell them."

"say what?"

Why doesn't our room have air conditioning yet?

Wenjing raised her voice slightly, and the moment she spoke, Wenshu on the other side of the screen was completely stunned.

After a while, Wen Shu burst out laughing.

"sister……"