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

Changsha Huanghua Airport, Arrival Hall.

Ding Heng walked out of the passage and immediately saw Secretary Huang's capable figure.

She wasn't wearing business attire and high heels today; instead, she wore a navy blue wool coat and had her hair down, which softened her sharp features.

Ding Heng stepped forward and said politely, "It would be a great trouble for Secretary Huang to make this special trip."

"Of course."

Secretary Huang turned and walked out, her steps light and quick: "Bai Ma has been talking about you several times these past few days."

Ding Heng followed up: "Is Baima settling in well at the new school?"

Secretary Huang opened the passenger door and waited for Ding Heng to get in before going around to the driver's seat: "He's adjusting well since he just started school, let's see how it goes..."

The vehicle started, and Ding Heng leisurely lay back, starting to chat casually.

"I heard from Baima that Secretary Huang, you are a top student in the Finance Department of Tsinghua University?"

"I wouldn't call myself a top student; I just got in because I was lucky."

"With such a high level of education, isn't it a waste of her talents to be a full-time nanny for Baima?"

"Mr. Ding is joking. My boss pays me 50,000 yuan a month, with meals and accommodation included, and he pays the maximum amount for social insurance and housing fund. I also get red envelopes during holidays."

Secretary Huang chuckled and turned on his turn signal to merge into the traffic: "My classmates who went into investment banking work overtime until the early hours every day, and those who went into securities firms drink with clients every day. They live like dogs, and they probably don't even earn as much as I do."

Especially recently, the financial markets have been turned upside down by someone, everyone's crying out in despair... They're probably envious of my stable job, so how can you say I'm wasting my talent?"

Ding Heng suddenly asked, "Is Secretary Huang short of money?"

Secretary Huang stared straight ahead, his tone nonchalant: "These days, who isn't short of money?"

"Secretary Huang, would you like to earn more?"

"Does Mr. Ding have connections?"

"If Secretary Huang trusts me, we can give it a try..."

Ding Heng took out his phone from his pocket, swiped a few times, and sent the two stock options to Secretary Huang.

Secretary Huang was using navigation on her phone when a message from Ding Heng suddenly popped up on the screen. She didn't pick it up and continued to concentrate on driving.

"There's something else I'd like to ask Secretary Huang for help with."

"You said."

"Secretary Huang studied in the capital and should have some connections there. I want to get a new car with all the necessary license plates and paperwork; the price is not a problem."

"clear."

Secretary Huang didn't ask any further questions, and simply nodded in agreement.

When the car arrived at Hubei University, Ding Heng got out of the car and watched Secretary Huang's car taillights gradually disappear into the distance before slowly closing his True Sight Eyes.

He was quite confident that Secretary Huang would come to him on her own initiative later.

Bai Ma will soon graduate from high school, at which point Secretary Huang, as a "full-time nanny," will naturally lose her job.

She had to find another way out, and she just happened to need a helper.

Although Wenjing majored in accounting, she was still a novice when it came to investment and financial management. Those complex financial operations and market analysis could not be learned overnight.

Ding Heng didn't dare let her earn too much money. A tall tree attracts the wind, and if someone were to target her, it would cause a lot of trouble.

But the expenses kept increasing.

Hua Qing lives alone, and now her monthly rent plus pocket money is nearly 100,000 yuan.

Although Zhao Yanxi doesn't ask for things much anymore, she still has to give something during holidays, birthdays, and anniversaries.

Wenjing is frugal, but the more she does that, the more Ding Heng wants to give her the best.

Supporting a woman... costs money.

Secretary Huang is a perfect candidate.

He's smart enough, keeps his mouth shut, and seems reliable so far.

Most importantly, she wanted to make money but was timid; otherwise, she wouldn't have worked so diligently as Baima's "full-time nanny" for several years.

If handled properly, it should be quite easy to use.

Ding Heng snapped out of his thoughts, turned around, and walked into the campus.

He went back to his dorm first, washed his face quickly, changed into a clean coat, and then went downstairs towards the girls' dorm.

That old, beat-up Chang'an was parked quietly in the parking space downstairs from the girls' dormitory.

The car body was old, but it was clean.

I guess Wenjing was just bored and decided to wash his car.

Ding Heng took out his phone and opened Wen Jing's chat window.

[Ding Heng]: Are you in the dormitory?

Messages are replied to instantly.

【Good Luck Xiaojing】: [Little Rabbit Peeking Out.jpg]

[Good Luck Xiao Jing]: Yes, yes! You're back?

[Ding Heng]: Yes, downstairs.

[Lucky Xiaojing]: I'm coming down right away!

[Ding Heng]: No rush, put on some makeup, dress nicely, we have important business to attend to!

【Good Luck Xiao Jing】: [Little rabbit nodding obediently.jpg]

Ding Heng put away his phone, leaned against the car door, and listlessly scrolled through his WeChat Moments.

Suddenly, the doors of the girls' dormitory building opened wide, and a row of girls walked out, chatting and laughing.

Bai Zhiya walked at the front, but stopped when she caught sight of Ding Heng out of the corner of her eye.

She greeted him excitedly: "Ding Heng?"

Ding Heng put away his phone and nodded to her: "Student Bai."

Bai Zhiya said something to her roommates, and the others tactfully left first.

She walked towards Ding Heng alone, her smile natural and polite: "Are you... waiting for your girlfriend?"

"Ah."

What are you guys planning to do later?

"Buy her something."

"Tsk tsk tsk... You're so good to your girlfriend."

"well enough."

"Oh, right..."

Bai Zhiya lowered her eyes, as if she had been considering for a long time: "What was your relationship with that girl next to you at the Lantern Festival that day?"

"Is this related to Bai?"

"I... I didn't mean anything by it, I just think you seem to be quite popular with girls."

"Thank you."

Ding Heng's response was indifferent and cold; Bai Zhiya couldn't sense any extra emotion from him.

The atmosphere froze for a few seconds.

The building door opened again, and Wenjing ran out.

The little white rabbit had clearly been dressed up carefully.

The loose-fitting cow-colored coat cleverly conceals her exaggerated figure, while the inner layer is a pure white shirt.

Her hair was tied into two loose braids that hung down in front of her chest. She wore light makeup, with neatly shaped eyebrows, curled eyelashes, and light peach-colored lips.

Women dress up for those they love, and with the influence of Zhao Yanxi, Wenjing now knows how to dress up a little.

It still has a simple and clean base, but adds a touch of girlish brightness to that sexy yet innocent temperament.

"Ding Heng!"

She jogged over, her pretty round face full of joy.

Ding Heng put his arm around her shoulder and said gently, "Let's go."

"Um……"

Wenjing obediently responded, completely ignoring Bai Zhiya standing to the side.

The two figures, backs to the camera, stretched long in the sunlight.

Bai Zhiya stood frozen in place, her fingers gripping the bag strap tightly.

She is not reconciled.

It wasn't that she particularly liked Ding Heng, but rather that she was simply unwilling to accept it.

From childhood to adulthood, she has never failed to get anything she wanted.

Grades, rankings, teacher's favor, classmates' admiration, boys' pursuit... everything went smoothly. But with Ding Heng, she encountered setbacks several times in a row.

That time at the food stall, I was publicly humiliated by that woman named Lin Man.

During the Lantern Festival, I was subtly overwhelmed by that girl wearing Hanfu.

Today, I was speechless again by Ding Heng's question, "What does it have to do with you?"

Bai Zhiya took a deep breath, trying to suppress the resentment in her heart, and turned to leave in the opposite direction.

Ding Heng didn't go to get the car; instead, he took Wenjing's hand and walked towards the school gate.

Wenjing asked, puzzled, "Ding Heng, aren't we driving?"

"No need, we'll take a taxi."

Where are we going?