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

Grandfather was reading the newspaper in the inner room. When he saw them come in, he put down the newspaper and stood up.

"Little Jing is here!"

Hello, Grandpa.

She called out quietly and obediently.

She couldn't stay idle for a moment. Seeing several unwashed dishes on the dining table, she picked them up and headed to the kitchen.

Grandma called out from behind, "Jingjing, you can leave it here, I'll take care of it."

"It's okay, Grandma, I'll do it."

She went into the kitchen, turned on the tap, washed the dishes one by one, dried them with a cloth, and put them back in the cupboard.

After washing the dishes, she glanced at the stove and then tidied up the rest of the pots and pans.

Grandma followed in and couldn't help but click her tongue twice: "This girl is really diligent."

Ding Heng leaned against the door frame, smiled, and said nothing.

After finishing her work, Wenjing wiped her hands and noticed that the trash can in the corner was full, so she bent down to change the trash bag.

Grandma quickly stopped her: "Oh my girl, can't you take a break? You just got here and you're already working. How can this old woman like me accept that?"

Wenjing was forced to sit down by her grandmother, and smiled shyly: "I... I just can't sit still."

Even if you can't stay idle, you still need to rest.

Grandma glared at her, then turned to Ding Heng: "Heng, you're so rude. You brought a girl here, and you didn't even let her catch her breath."

Ding Heng shrugged: "She wanted to do it herself, could I have stopped her?"

Wenjing blushed slightly and lowered her head without saying a word.

Just then, footsteps sounded at the shop entrance, followed by a loud voice: "Aunt Sun! Are you home?"

Grandma responded, "Yes, yes, come in."

The curtain was lifted, and a woman in her fifties walked in, with curly hair and a piece of cured meat in her hand.

Seeing that there were strangers in the room, she couldn't help but look Wenjing up and down with curiosity.

"Oh, this is..."

She put down the cured meat and asked, "Aunt Sun, do you have guests?"

Grandma introduced with a smile: "This is Heng Ya's girlfriend, Wenjing! Wenjing, this is Aunt Qiao from next door."

Wenjing quickly stood up and politely greeted, "Hello, Aunt Qiao."

Aunt Qiao clicked her tongue and said, "Oh my, Hengya has a girlfriend already? She's so pretty! How old are you, young lady?"

Wenjing was a little overwhelmed by Aunt Qiao's overly friendly enthusiasm and answered softly, "Ten, eighteen, nineteen soon..."

Nineteen? Isn't that still in school?

"Yes, freshman year."

"Dating in freshman year? Young people these days are really..."

Aunt Qiao shook her head and then turned to her grandmother: "Aunt Sun, you've chosen a good granddaughter-in-law. She's beautiful and seems sensible."

Grandma smiled and said modestly, "Oh, he's just an ordinary child."

Wenjing stood there, her face growing increasingly red.

Aunt Qiao mumbled a few more words, then turned and left.

When her grandmother saw her off, she returned with a smile still on her face.

"Neighbors, just dropping by."

Grandma put away the cured meat and explained, "She likes to come over and chat with us whenever she has nothing to do, and bring us some things."

Wenjing nodded without saying anything.

I don’t know if Aunt Qiao spread the word, but several groups of people came intermittently throughout the afternoon.

Some came to buy things, some came to visit, and some were just passing by.

Every time someone came, Grandma would pull Wenjing aside and introduce her—"This is Hengya's girlfriend."

Wenjing stood up again and again, politely greeting everyone, and then listened to the praise from her aunts and uncles.

At first, my face would blush, but later it became completely desensitized...

Ding Heng sat to the side watching the fun, occasionally getting glared at by the girl, but he just smiled.

Around 5 p.m., Grandma closed the door early to refuse guests, and the house finally became completely quiet.

Wenjing slumped in the chair and let out a long sigh.

Grandma brought over a cup of hot tea and placed it in front of her: "Are you tired?"

Wenjing shook her head: "It's alright..."

Don't mind it.

Grandma patted her hand with a smile: "Those old women have no sense of propriety and love to join in the fun. They're so annoying... When they heard that Hengya had a girlfriend, they all wanted to come and see."

Wenjing lowered her head to drink her tea, feeling not annoyed, but rather warm and cozy.

Compared to Zhao Yanxi, she is indeed more liked by the elders, which is one of her few advantages.

Ding Heng specially arranged for her to meet her maternal grandparents, probably so that she could feel a sense of belonging...

Grandma suddenly patted Wenjing's hand and said, "Xiaojing, come with me for a moment."

Wenjing quickly put down her teacup, stood up, and followed her grandmother into the inner room, glancing back at Ding Heng.

Ding Heng was looking down at his phone, seemingly unaware.

The two of them went to the old man's bedroom one after the other. It was not big, but it was very clean and tidy, and there was no trace of old age smell.

Several old photos hang on the wall, one of which is of Ding Heng's mother when she was young. Her eyebrows and eyes are somewhat similar to Ding Heng's, and she has a typical masculine appearance, looking cool and dashing.

Against the wall was an old-fashioned wardrobe with mirrors on the doors.

Grandma opened the wardrobe, pulled out a drawer, and took out a red silk cloth package.

She turned around, holding the cloth bag, and solemnly called out to Wenjing.

"Xiao Jing, come here."

Wenjing walked over, looking a little lost.

Grandma opened the red silk cloth package, and inside was a gold bracelet.

The bracelet has an old-fashioned design, but the workmanship is exquisite, and it is engraved with traditional auspicious patterns.

Grandma picked up the bracelet and took Wenjing's hand.

Wenjing instinctively tried to shrink back, but her grandmother held her firmly.

"This bracelet..."

Grandma said in a weary voice, "It's Hengya's mother."

Wenjing was stunned.

The bracelet's cool touch pressed against her wrist, and with a gentle push from her grandmother, it nestled perfectly above her wrist bone.

Wenjing was startled and quickly shrank back: "Grandma, I can't accept this..."

Grandma gripped Wenjing's hand tightly, her gaze fixed on the bracelet, as if she could see something through it.

“His mother passed away early, and she kept his things. The old couple always thought about leaving them for Hengya’s future wife.”

Wenjing looked at the gold bracelet on her wrist, and her breathing became rapid.

"Grandma, I..."

Her expression was flustered, and her voice was unsteady: "Ding Heng and I are only freshmen, and we don't know what the future holds. This thing is too valuable, I..."

Grandma waved her hand, interrupting her.

"No matter what happens in the future, I've decided on you, my wife."

Wenjing raised her head and met the old man's cloudy but firm gaze.

“My wife and I don’t know how many more years we have left to live. If we pass away one day and we can’t give this away, my wife will never be able to die in peace.”

The old man's voice was soft, but every word was clear.

“You’re such a diligent and sensible girl, and you’re good to Hengya. I’ve lived to be this old, and I’m still good at judging people. Besides, I know Hengya’s personality. He wouldn’t bring a girl back to meet us if he wasn’t truly committed to her.”

Grandma was almost certain: "If you two are not destined to be together in the end, it must be Heng Ya's fault. Consider this bracelet as compensation for you."

Wenjing's eyes welled up with tears after the old woman's words: "Grandma, please don't say that..."

"Good child, please accept it."

"Um……"

Wenjing ultimately didn't refuse too much.

After dinner, the two returned to the car; it was already completely dark outside.

Wenjing sat in the passenger seat, her heart still pounding with anxiety.

"Ding Heng".

She asked softly, "Did you know beforehand that Grandma would give me a gold bracelet if you brought me here?"

Ding Heng didn't answer directly, but only advised, "Just keep what your grandmother gave you, no matter what."

"But……"

"No buts."

Ding Heng patted her head and said, "It's rare for Grandma to be this happy, just go along with her."

Ding Heng felt that since the girl had bled last night, he should at least give her some kind of response.

For example, after returning from Chengdu, he indulged Zhao Yanxi's material needs in large quantities, partly because of this...

Wenjing is not a materialistic person, or rather, she is not that sensitive to material things.