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

She simply couldn't reconcile the image of that aloof and elegant fairy with her disheveled state from the previous night.

But if even Hua Qing is treated like this by Ding Heng, it doesn't seem so unacceptable...

Lin Man tried to convince herself: "As long as you're happy, I'm fine with anything."

What's a little price to pay if it's all for revenge!

Ding Heng didn't say anything more, and pulled her closer into his arms.

The morning light slowly spread from the horizon, turning the sky a pale, fish-belly white.

"Speaking of which, what do you think should be my name from now on?"

Lin Man lifted her head from Ding Heng's embrace and began to think seriously.

"husband?"

"Too easy."

"Owner?"

"I'm tired of hearing it."

"Godfather..."

She deliberately dragged out her words, speaking in a coquettish tone.

Ding Heng raised his hand and lightly flicked her forehead: "You look too old. I'm younger than you."

Lin Man rubbed her forehead, pouted, and after thinking for a long time, tentatively asked, "Then... boss?"

Ding Heng narrowed his eyes slightly, reached out and pinched Lin Man's chin, gently rubbing her lower lip with his thumb.

"That works."

He said with a casual smile, "We happen to be short of a secretary right now, but I don't know if you can do the job well?"

Lin Man's smile slowly spread from the corners of her mouth, illuminating her eyebrows and eyes.

She leaned forward, her nose almost touching Ding Heng's chin, her voice soft and seductive.

"Don't worry, boss. Leave anything to your secretary from now on. You just need to..."

The vixen's delicate lips pressed against Ding Heng's earlobe, softly exhaling a fragrant breath.

"Do a good job as a secretary."

……

When Lin Man woke up again, it was already noon.

She rolled over, reached to the side, and found nothing there.

This time she didn't panic. She closed her eyes and lay down for a while, waiting for the soreness to slowly subside from her limbs.

Then she sat up, propped herself up on the edge of the bed, and looked down to see a glass of water on the bedside table, next to a strip of pills, with a sticky note underneath.

The paper bore Ding Heng's handwriting, bold and vigorous, hasty yet orderly—[Remember to take your medicine]

It is devoid of any emotion.

Lin Man stared at those four words for several seconds, then picked up the strip of pills—levonorgestrel tablets.

She chuckled, then realized there was nothing funny about it.

I popped one out and put it in my mouth, then swallowed it with the now-cold water.

The pill went down my throat, leaving a slightly bitter taste...

She put down her cup and reached for her phone.

The screen lit up, and a WeChat message notification popped up. It was a transfer from Ding Heng, a full 50,000 yuan.

Lin Man hesitated for a long time, her finger hovering over the screen.

Although she wasn't short of money, she still clicked to receive payment in the end.

With a "ding," the money arrived in my account.

Lin Man tossed her phone aside, lay back on the bed, and stared blankly at the patterns on the ceiling.

Did he really sell himself out?

She never imagined that she would one day be "kept" by someone.

Lin Man chuckled again, this time genuinely finding it funny.

A few minutes later, she picked up her phone again, opened a chat window with the contact name "Duan Biao," and transferred the 50,000 yuan.

Then press and hold the voice button: "You send them this 50,000 yuan. I'll go to the bank to withdraw some more later to make up three months' worth of salary."

A few seconds later, Duan Biao called.

"Xiao Man."

It was a middle-aged man's voice, with a rough quality honed from years of smoking and drinking: "If you're short on cash, you can come later. This money should have been paid by Lin Zhiyuan. If it doesn't work out, I'll go and argue with him again."

"Need not."

Lin Man's voice returned to its usual nonchalant tone: "I don't need your salary. I just happened to find a new job recently."

What kind of job?

"secret."

Duan Biao didn't press further, but his tone changed: "By the way, your mother's birthday is next month..."

Lin Man frowned: "I remember, I'll go see her, you don't need to remind me."

Duan Biao replied "Okay" and hung up the phone.

Lin Man threw off the covers and got out of bed. As soon as her feet touched the carpet, her legs went weak and she almost knelt down.

"hiss……"

She stood holding onto the edge of the bed for a while, waiting for the soreness to subside before slowly walking towards the bathroom.

Every step felt like walking on cotton, and my inner thighs ached slightly.

She stood in front of the mirror, leaning against the sink, looking at herself with messy hair and several red marks on her neck.

How could Hua Qing stand it?

She turned on the tap, scooped up some cold water and splashed it on her face, trying to shake off all the random thoughts.

After showering and changing into casual clothes, Lin Man left the hotel.

It was already afternoon when I got home.

She pushed open the apartment door. On the shoe cabinet were packages that had been confiscated a few days ago. The living room curtains were tightly closed, and there was a faint smell of dust in the air.

She tossed her bag onto the sofa and sank into it. Just as she was about to close her eyes and rest for a while, her phone vibrated again.

Messages from Ding Heng kept popping up one after another.

Ding Heng: [Document]

Ding Heng: [Document]

Ding Heng: [Document]

[Ding Heng]: Please take a look at these contracts for me and see if there are any pitfalls.

[Ding Heng]: Also, my grandparents are going on a trip next Wednesday. Could you help them book two plane tickets?

[Ding Heng]: These are their ID cards.

[Ding Heng]: Let's book a hotel too, one that's suitable for the elderly.

[Ding Heng]: It would be best to find them a tour companion as well.

Lin Man stared at the screen, her brows furrowing deeper and deeper.

Is he really treating her like a secretary?

She instinctively wanted to hand the contracts to her assistant, but stopped herself just as she opened the chat window.

The document Ding Heng sent was marked with the word "privacy".

Also, how should I answer if her assistant asks?

"Well, your boss here is being kept by someone. She's now his mistress and secretary. You'll probably have even more to do from now on..."

Lin Man chuckled at the scene she had imagined, shook her head, got up, turned on her computer, imported the contract, and flipped through it page by page.

Never mind... a secretary it is.

Since I'm just idling around anyway, I might as well find something to do.

She leaned back in her chair, her fingers sliding across the touchpad, her gaze sweeping over the densely packed clauses line by line.

Be diligent and responsible!

……

It's the weekend again in the blink of an eye.

At seven o'clock in the morning, Lin Man was awakened by the vibration of her phone.

She groped her way over, half-asleep, and squinted at the screen.

[Ding Heng]: Arrive at the hotel before 9 o'clock.

Lin Man tossed her phone aside, turned over, and tried to go back to sleep, but a few seconds later she resignedly got up.

She yawned as she walked into the bathroom, washing up, doing her skincare, and putting on makeup, each step a beat faster than usual.

By the time I finished drying my hair and stood in front of the wardrobe, it was almost eight o'clock.

Her fingers traced across the clothes hanger. After a moment's thought, she pulled out a rarely worn office lady outfit from the back, paired with low-cut black heels and black stockings.

Finally, he pulled out a pair of non-prescription gold-rimmed glasses from the drawer, put them on, and twirled in front of the full-length mirror.

Tsk, it actually looks pretty convincing.

We drove to the Chujiang Hotel and took the elevator to the 28th floor.