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

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But ever since I met Ding Wenjie, everything in my life has gone smoothly.

Looking at Ding Heng now, I have an increasingly strong intuition.

"but."

Qu Zhen then changed the subject, her tone carrying a deeper meaning: "Making money is one thing, but we must not forget our roots. There are some things that are more important than money."

"Don't worry, Auntie, I understand."

Ding Heng had reviewed Qu Zhen's information and had a clear understanding of the situation.

Quzhen's achievements today, including being named a March 8th Red Banner Pacesetter and enjoying such high prestige in Tibet, are not solely due to her business acumen.

There are also the three words "never forget your roots".

Even if the business suffers losses, they still give back to the pastoral areas every year, helping Tibetans find employment, sponsoring impoverished students, and leading their fellow villagers out of poverty.

These things may only be a few lines on a resume, but in reality, they represent more than a decade of perseverance.

That is precisely why she was able to receive those honors and policy support.

Otherwise, no matter how much money you have, it's just a number and could easily disappear overnight.

"That's fine."

Qu Zhen nodded in satisfaction and said nothing more.

The nanny van returned to the villa's garage and came to a stop.

Ding Wenjie and Qu Zhen got out of the car first, followed by Bai Ma, who jumped out, turned around, opened the passenger door of the Chang'an, and plopped down inside.

Quzhen looked displeased: "Bai Ma, where are you going?"

Pema pressed her face against the car window and pleaded, "Mom, I'm going out for a walk with my brother. We'll be back later."

Qu Zhen frowned: "It's raining outside, what's there to see?"

"It's just a light rain, it won't matter... My brother has come all this way, I'll have a meal with him and I'll be back soon."

As Baima spoke, she secretly gave Ding Heng a wink.

Ding Heng received the signal and sighed, "Auntie, I'll take her out for a walk and bring her back later."

Qu Zhen looked at her daughter, then at Ding Heng, and finally gave up insisting: "Okay, but don't stay up too late."

"Don't worry, I promise I'll be home before 10 o'clock!"

Bai Ma obediently gave his assurance, and as soon as Qu Zhen turned to go upstairs, he immediately shrank back into his seat.

"Phew! I was suffocating!"

She unbuttoned her coat, ripped it off, and threw it onto the back seat. She straightened her short legs, her previous docile demeanor completely gone.

Then she began to complain to Ding Heng: "Brother, how long has it been since you last contacted me? Have you forgotten about me?"

"I'm busy."

Ding Heng started the car and drove out of the underground parking garage.

"What are you busy with?"

Baima pouted in dissatisfaction: "You have time to spend with your sisters-in-law, but not with your sister?"

Ding Heng chuckled: "I have so many sisters-in-law to deal with, I don't have time to deal with you."

Baima exclaimed "Eh!" and suddenly sighed, "It's a good thing I'm not your biological sister."

"What do you mean?"

"If I were your own sister... wouldn't I be so jealous of my sisters-in-law growing up?"

"Why is my sister jealous of her sister-in-law?"

Baima chuckled twice, ignoring the previous question, and instead asked another one.

"Brother, what are we going to eat later?"

"Pick up one person first."

"Who are you picking up? Which sister-in-law?"

"Not yet."

"You've found a new sister-in-law?"

A fierce flame of gossip ignited in Baima's eyes.

Ding Heng glanced at her: "Not new, you know her."

"I know him?"

Just as Baima was about to ask further questions, the car had already stopped in front of the upscale apartment building.

Ding Heng picked up his phone, opened a chat window, and pressed voice command: "I've arrived, come down."

A few seconds later, a voice reply popped up.

Lin Hu led the way: "Wait a little longer, she's putting on makeup~ She'll be done soon!"

[Lin Hu Leads the Way]: [Cute Fox.jpg]

Ding Heng tossed his phone onto the center console and leaned back in his seat, waiting idly.

Baima's expression was subtle: "Sister Man?"

"Ah."

"What exactly is your relationship with her?"

"Don't ask so many questions, kid."

"Huh?"

Baima chuckled: "I didn't say anything, why are you feeling guilty, brother?"

Ding Heng was too lazy to argue with her and turned to look out the window.

The rain, which had just stopped, started drizzling again, and then it became increasingly heavy.

"Pema".

"Ok?"

What kind of person is your father?

Bai Ma was taken aback, and the smile on her face slowly faded.

Why are you suddenly asking this?

"Nothing, just curious."

Ding Heng spoke casually.

Does Aunt Quzhen usually go to pay her respects to him?

"will not."

"why?"

"My dad... how should I put it?"

Baima silently organized her thoughts.

“He was not very knowledgeable and had a bad temper. When he was young, he was a good worker in the pastoral area, but that was his only advantage. My mother wanted to learn Chinese, but he thought she was too independent and would hit her at the drop of a hat.”

Her thoughts drifted into memories.

“My mom has a scar on her waist, it’s this long…”

Baima gestured to her waist: "I saw it when I was a child. I asked her how she got it, and she said she fell. Later I found out that my dad hit her with a fire poker."

"Do you have feelings for him?"

"I?"

Baima smiled bitterly.

"I can't say... He was quite good to me, his daughter. He never hit or scolded me, and he always gave me the best food first. But if he were still alive, I might be married by now."

"What do you mean?"

“It’s common for girls in pastoral areas to get married at seventeen or eighteen. If my dad were still alive, he would have found me a husband long ago.”

Finally, Baima added emotionlessly, "So, for me and my mother, it was a relief that he was killed by a bear in his early years."

The rain shower outside stopped again, and Lin Man walked out of the apartment lobby.

The misty gray plush cardigan has a relaxed silhouette, while the black and gray plaid scarf casually draped around the neck adds a touch of layering to the cool color scheme.

She wore sheer black stockings on her lower body, paired with dark gray platform sneakers.

"boss."

Lin Man opened the car door, sat in the back seat, and called out cheerfully.

"Sister Man, it's been a long time!"

Baima turned around from the passenger seat: "Who are you calling 'boss'?"

Lin Man grinned mischievously: "What, didn't your brother tell you? Now I'm working for him."

"What kind of work?"

"A personal secretary."

"Personal secretary...?"

Baima drawled out, her tone ambiguous: "How private?"

"Cough! Cough! Cough!"

Ding Heng coughed as a warning, and gave Lin Man a look to tell her not to corrupt the children.