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

Ding Heng asked, "You think it's too expensive?"

Hua Qing didn't answer, but her expression already confirmed it.

If I had studied in the capital for the past four years, how much would my expenses have increased...?

Her family is considered moderately well-off, but in reality, it's still a considerable burden.

Zhou Li glanced in the rearview mirror and wisely refrained from interrupting.

Ding Heng reached out and tucked a stray strand of hair that was falling beside Hua Qing's face behind her ear, a natural and intimate gesture.

"Senior, when you come to the capital, I'll increase your allowance to 60,000."

Hua Qing was stunned.

Sixty thousand.

Including rent, Ding Heng spends nearly 100,000 yuan on her every month!

"Ding Heng".

Hua Qing sat up straight and said seriously, "Don't do this."

"What?"

"that is……"

Hua Qing carefully chose her words: "I'm already doing very well as I am now, you don't need to..."

She didn't finish her sentence, but the meaning was clear.

Zhou Li gripped the steering wheel, but her ears were perked up.

Ding Heng pressed on, "What do you mean 'unnecessary'?"

Hua Qing bit her lower lip: "There's no need to spend so much money on me."

Ding Heng sighed and chuckled, "Why is Senior Sister being naughty again?"

"I……"

The excessive amount of money exceeded Hua Qing's psychological limits; after all, not everyone has Zhao Yanxi's open-minded attitude.

"What's the difference between 20,000 and 60,000? For you? For me? Or are you saying you'd feel at ease taking only 20,000, senior?"

Ding Heng cut to the chase, giving Hua Qing no room to evade the question.

Hua Qing was stunned.

Is there a difference between 20,000 and 60,000?

No.

From the day she agreed to be Ding Heng's "girlfriend," she was no longer the "pure and innocent" Hua Qing.

Taking 20,000 is taking it, taking 60,000 is also taking it.

Zhou Li glanced furtively in the rearview mirror, then quickly looked away.

Being pretty has its advantages; making money there is so much easier than doing it yourself...

Hua Qing took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled.

"Okay, I'll listen to you."

"good."

Ding Heng reached out and gently rubbed Hua Qing's head.

One or two intimate gestures were fine, but after a while, Hua Qing felt uncomfortable and couldn't help but mutter under her breath.

"Can you please stop doing this all the time..."

"What?"

"You keep patting my head and stuff, making me feel like your pet."

Ding Heng continued to gently rub Hua Qing's skin, his tone ambiguous, as if he were smiling but not actually laughing.

"Isn't that right, senior?"

Hua Qing choked again, finally managing to utter only two words.

"Scumbag."

It seemed like he was gritting his teeth, but more than that, it was a sense of helplessness.

A system notification quietly appeared in Ding Heng's mind.

[Progress of romantic entanglement: 88%]

Hua Qing and Wen Jing are different.

Wenjing was shy, but she knew what was going on from beginning to end.

She knew her place in Ding Heng's life, and she knew she couldn't live without him.

So she doesn't compete or fight, isn't pretentious or affected, and is content to be her "little pet" and "little nanny".

Hua Qing is different.

This aloof "fairy" always tries to maintain the last veil of secrecy.

So she needed to constantly reassure herself—I am Ding Heng's girlfriend, and nothing else.

Ding Heng doesn't need to break through this barrier.

But when necessary, we must give them a good talking-to.

Of course, it must be done step by step.

He wouldn't have dared to say such a thing if the emotional connection hadn't already reached over 80%.

Hua Qing is proud at heart, and if she gets stressed, all the hard work she has put in could be wasted.

The three arrived at the third house, which was only seven or eight minutes away from the Beijing Dance Academy.

The residential area is small, with only four buildings, but it is very strictly managed.

You need to swipe your card to enter the main gate, the unit door, and the elevator.

"This apartment is 110 square meters, with two bedrooms and one living room. It was just renovated last year. The landlord is an investor and is not in the capital most of the time. He has entrusted our company to manage the property."

Zhou Li pushed open the door, and Hua Qing's eyes brightened slightly.

The interior design is in a modern Chinese style, simple yet elegant.

The living room's floor-to-ceiling windows face the central garden of the community, where you can see several magnolia trees with white buds already sprouting on their branches.

The master bedroom is very large, with a separate walk-in closet and bathroom.

The second bedroom was converted into a study, with a row of bookshelves against the wall and a retro desk lamp on the desk.

The kitchen is open-plan, and all the appliances are imported brands.

What pleased Hua Qing the most was that there was a full-length mirror in the storage room, which could be used as a simple dance studio.

"The monthly rent for this apartment is 32,000."

Zhou Li quoted the price and then added, "The property is top-notch. For an extra fee, the service is basically on par with high-end hotels... In addition, it's the closest to the Beijing Dance Academy, only a seven or eight-minute walk away."

Hua Qing stood in front of the French windows, gazing at the magnolias in the garden that were about to bloom, clearly having made a decision.

Ding Heng asked softly, "Do you like it?"

Hua Qing nodded.

"This set is fine."

Ding Heng turned to Zhou Li: "Can we sign the contract now?"

Zhou Li was surprised by how quickly it happened and quickly replied, "Yes, yes, I'll have the company send the contract over right away."

About an hour later, Zhou Li placed the printed lease agreement on the coffee table: "Ms. Hua, please take a look at the terms first. If you have any questions, feel free to ask me."

Hua Qing sat down and turned the pages one by one.

Although the densely packed clauses are difficult to read, their general meaning is still understandable.

Three months' deposit and one month's rent in advance, minimum one-year lease, utilities and property management fees are the responsibility of the tenant, and furniture damage will be compensated at cost.

Suddenly Ding Heng's phone rang, and Zhao Yanxi's video call popped up again.

Ding Heng glanced at the screen, then at Hua Qing.

"I'll go out to meet him."

After the man left, Zhou Li took the opportunity to chat with Hua Qing.

"Ms. Hua is from the Beijing Dance Academy, right?"

"how do you know?"

"Your demeanor and figure clearly indicate that you are a trained dancer."

Zhou Li said sincerely, "And didn't your boyfriend say that he wanted to find a place close to Beijing Dance Academy? So I guessed you were a student at Beijing Dance Academy."

Hua Qing said "Oh" and continued looking down at the contract.

Zhou Li seemed to have opened a floodgate of words: "With your looks, you must be outstanding even at the Beijing Dance Academy."

Hua Qing then asked, "Do many students from the Beijing Dance Academy ask you to rent apartments?"

"No, not at all. Our agency handles high-end rentals. People who rent from us during their student years either come from wealthy families, or..."

Zhou Li paused, carefully considering her words: "Or like you, I can find a rich and considerate boyfriend."

Hua Qing's pen, which she had just picked up, stopped in mid-air.

Sister Zhou immediately realized that she had been too offensive and quickly tried to make amends.

"That's not what I meant, Ms. Hua. I meant your boyfriend is really good to you. He's handsome, generous, and patiently helps you choose a house. Men like that are hard to find these days. I've seen so many clients where the woman comes to look at houses alone, and the man doesn't even show his face..."

Hua Qing put down her pen, raised her head, and looked solemnly at Zhou Li.

He is my boyfriend.

"Ah, I know."