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

Wenjing lowered her head, her voice unable to hide her joy.

We returned to the villa around noon.

As soon as Baima entered, she ran upstairs and went into the e-sports room.

Wenjing tied on her apron and began preparing lunch, with Ding Heng helping her.

"Ding Heng".

"Ok?"

"Is Baima... alright?"

"It's nothing, I just don't want to go back to Tibet, so I'm faking illness."

Wenjing paused in her chopping, glanced back at him, and then turned back.

"Then why didn't you tell Aunt Quzhen?"

"What's the point of telling her? Will it put her in a difficult position?"

Wenjing didn't say anything and continued chopping vegetables.

Ding Heng gently embraced her from behind, and Wen Jing leaned into his arms, slowly relaxing.

"What are you doing...?"

The girl's voice was soft, sweet, and shy.

"What do you say?"

"Cooking..."

"It won't delay you."

Ding Heng rested his chin on her shoulder as he watched her chop vegetables.

Wenjing's chopping movements suddenly slowed down.

It rises and falls, one beat after another, with a distinct rhythm.

The villa was very soundproof, and since Baima was wearing headphones, she couldn't hear anything.

……

The two shameless days passed in the blink of an eye, and it was early morning of the third day of the Lunar New Year.

Ding Heng was cuddling Wen Jing and greedily enjoying the bed when he was suddenly awakened by a piercing doorbell.

He opened his eyes; a grayish-white light shone through the gap in the curtains, and it was just getting light.

Wenjing was still nestled in his arms, rubbing against his chest in a daze.

"Who is it...?"

The little white rabbit's voice was mumbled and unclear.

She was exhausted from last night's ordeal and really didn't want to open her eyes.

"You lie down."

Ding Heng gently moved her aside, put on his pajamas, and went downstairs.

The doorbell rang twice more, followed by Zhao Yanxi's clear call, which could be heard clearly even through the door.

"Brother Ding Heng! We've come to wish you a Happy New Year!"

Ding Heng opened the door.

A cold wind blew in, and three people were standing at the door.

Zhao Yanxi stood at the front, wearing a milky white short down jacket, a burgundy pleated skirt, long legs encased in thick black tights, and brown snow boots.

She was carrying a large, bulging bag, and it was unclear what was inside.

Hua Yue wore a dark green windbreaker, jeans, sneakers, and a backpack, maintaining her usual pragmatic style.

Hua Qing stood at the back, not wearing Hanfu, but a light gray long coat with a loosely tied belt that accentuated her slender waist.

Her long hair was draped over her shoulders, her face was lightly made up, and her skin was so white it was almost translucent, like a piece of porcelain covered in frost.

"Brother Ding Heng!"

Zhao Yanxi buried her face in his chest and exclaimed, "Happy New Year!"

"Alright, alright, come in first."

As Ding Heng caught Zhao Yanxi, he also took the bag to prevent things from spilling all over the floor.

Zhao Yanxi stepped out of the man's arms, a smile on her face.

Hua Yue followed behind and nodded to Ding Heng: "Happy New Year."

Hua Qing was the last to enter. She paused as she passed Ding Heng and muttered something under her breath.

"Happy New Year."

She spoke very softly, as if afraid of being overheard.

Ding Heng calmly replied, "Happy New Year, senior."

Hua Qing didn't reply and quickly walked inside.

Zhao Yanxi rushed up the stairs: "Xiao Jingjing! I'm here! Are you up yet!"

A quiet voice came from the second-floor bedroom, still groggy from just waking up: "Yan hope? You're up so early..."

"What do you mean 'early'? It's so late! Get up, get up!"

A series of clattering noises came from upstairs, mixed with the laughter of two people.

Ding Heng brought out several cups of hot tea from the kitchen: "Sit down, don't stand."

Hua Yue and Hua Qing took their seats, especially Hua Qing, who seemed very distant, acting as if it were her first time visiting.

A few minutes later, Zhao Yanxi dragged Wenjing downstairs.

Wenjing's hair was still a bit messy, and her coat was haphazardly thrown on. She was being dragged along by Zhao Yanxi, making her stagger.

"Yan hope, slow down..."

"What are you waiting for! We're just waiting for you! Jingjing, when did you become so lazy?"

"Go ask Ding Heng."

"Hey, you're getting a good deal and then acting innocent, huh?"

The two girls were joking with each other, which made Hua Yue roll her eyes.

A short while later, Baima was awakened by the noise downstairs.

She yawned as she walked out of the room and leaned on the stair railing to look down.

First, there was Zhao Yanxi, whom I had only met once.

Looking further down, there were two more people sitting on the living room sofa.

She didn't recognize Hua Yue, but she knew Hua Qing very well.

Bai Ma's heart skipped a beat, and her little brain started working at lightning speed.

Including Wenjing, there are three in total.

Moreover, the sheer number of people here today clearly indicates that they all came together in advance.

In other words, the three sisters-in-law not only knew each other, but also got along well?

A mischievous glint appeared in Baima's eye.

She adjusted her expression to be the most obedient one and ran downstairs.

"Hello, sister-in-law!"

Baima shouted, deliberately not selecting a target.

When the words reached the ears of the three girls, they all subconsciously thought that Baima was calling them.

The living room fell silent for a moment.

Wenjing was the first to react, and smiled at her: "Bai Ma, Happy New Year."

Zhao Yanxi stepped forward and took out a red envelope from her pocket: "Happy New Year, little sister! Here, this is your New Year's money from your sister-in-law."

Baima took it and squeezed it; it was a thick stack.

"Thank you, sister-in-law!"

Although money is not important to Baima, he still had to be polite.

Hua Qing stood up from the sofa and took out an exquisite brocade box that she had prepared in advance.

"Bai Ma, I brought you a set of Hanfu. It was custom-made according to the size you mentioned last time. Please take a look and see if it fits."

Baima took the brocade box and opened it. Inside was a pale yellow, high-waisted ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress), made of soft fabric and embroidered with delicate intertwined floral patterns.

Wow! It's so beautiful!

Baima took out the Hanfu and examined it closely, unable to put it down.

"How about trying the walk-in closet?"

Hua Qing started walking towards the dressing room, and Bai Ma immediately followed. The two of them entered the dressing room one after the other.

The moment the door closed, Hua Qing suddenly stopped in her tracks.

She turned around, took a red envelope from her coat pocket, and quickly stuffed it into Baima's hand.

The movements were quick and hurried, as if afraid of being seen.

Baima glanced down at the thick red envelope in her hand, then looked up at Huaqing.

Hua Qing's ears turned slightly red, but her tone remained calm: "Take it, don't make a fuss, and especially don't call me sister-in-law in front of them, it will cause trouble for your brother..."

Baima blinked and instantly understood.

So, the woman Ding Heng brought home to meet his parents turned out to be a mistress?

Without any hesitation, she stuffed the red envelope into her pocket and nodded with a smile: "Understood, understood, don't worry, sister-in-law."