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

Yang Sijie stared intently at him: "Ding Heng, I'm begging you! If you still care about your childhood friendship with Long He, cooperate with us to clarify as soon as Xingyao Media breaks the news."

I will arrange for a lawyer to issue a statement, and I will also have my PR team follow up. As long as you are sincere and shift the blame to Xingyao Media, saying they maliciously spread rumors and took things out of context, there is still room to salvage this situation.”

She took a deep breath and softened her tone.

"Otherwise, all of Longhe's upcoming concerts, endorsements, and variety shows will have to be canceled. The loss is not just a few million, but the entire career will be severely damaged."

Just as Ding Heng was about to speak, the door was suddenly pushed open.

Sister Song rushed in with a strange expression on her face: "Boss, Xingyao Media leaked the news ahead of time."

Yang Sijie immediately turned around: "How did it go? What did they post?"

Sister Song swallowed hard and handed over the phone.

"Boss, you see for yourself... this is indeed a big deal."

Yang Sijie took the phone and looked down at it.

On the screen, Luo Bin's Weibo account had just been updated with a new post.

It's not a photo or text, but a cloud drive link.

The caption reads: "[I'm sorry, I can't take it anymore! These are the proof.]"

Yang Sijie clicked the link, which led to an encrypted compressed file.

The password is written below; it's a string of meaningless numbers.

She entered the password and unzipped the file.

The folder contained dozens of photos, a dozen screenshots of chat logs, and several audio recordings.

The contents of the photo caused Yang Sijie's pupils to suddenly contract.

The first picture is a bed photo of Luo Bin and a well-known female internet celebrity, which is so explicit it's astonishing.

The second image is an indecent photo of Luo Bin and another female celebrity.

The third one, the fourth one, the fifth one...

The main character in each photo is Luo Bin, but the female companions are all different.

There are internet celebrities, models, obscure stars, and even a few well-known figures in the industry.

The last few images are the most stunning.

A close-up photo of Luo Bin and a popular male celebrity.

The two people are embracing in an ambiguous position, with a messy bed in the background.

Yang Sijie's hands began to tremble.

She scrolled down to see screenshots of the chat history, and the content was even more appalling.

The chat logs between Luo Bin and his collaborating artists involve resource exchanges, sexual favors, tax evasion, and more.

Finally, there's a recording of a phone call between Luo Bin and a female celebrity.

The female artist's voice was choked with sobs as she begged him to let her go.

Luo Bin's voice was greasy and disgusting, every word of which was threatening.

The recording is nearly twenty minutes long.

Yang Sijie put down her phone, feeling completely drained, and slowly sat back down on the sofa.

She looked up at Ding Heng.

Ding Heng's expression remained calm, as if nothing concerned him.

"Auntie, my friend is still waiting for me."

Ding Heng glanced at his watch: "If there's nothing else, I'll head back now?"

Yang Sijie opened her mouth but couldn't say anything; her mind was racing.

From the moment Ding Heng entered, he appeared calm and unhurried.

When confronted with his own questions, Ding Heng acted as if he were coaxing a tantrum-throwing child.

Now that Luo Bin has suddenly revealed this, it has shocked the entire entertainment industry, but there's no trace of those two photos of him and Long He.

Did he already know everything all along?

Was everything his arrangement?

Yang Sijie's heart suddenly raced.

She had watched Ding Heng grow up, and she knew his background best—it was as ordinary as could be.

Where did he get such extraordinary abilities?

That day in the private room, Ding Heng said he wanted to invest in a collaboration with her. At the time, she didn't take it seriously, thinking that Ding Heng had made a little money and was arrogant.

Now think about it...

Yang Sijie said solemnly, "Xiao Ding, I'm sorry! Auntie just now..."

"Auntie, you should get some rest."

Ding Heng waved his hand, not even letting Yang Sijie finish speaking: "I'll contact you later. I have to go back and listen to Long He sing now."

Back in my seat, the stage performance continued.

Zhao Yanxi leaned over and teased, "Brother Ding Heng, Long He wasn't on stage just now, you didn't go backstage to secretly see her..."

"Boom!"

Ding Heng raised his hand and smacked him hard, saying irritably, "What are you thinking about? If you keep thinking nonsense, you'll regret it when you get home tonight!"

"hey-hey……"

Zhao Yanxi rubbed her head and playfully stuck out her tongue.

Baima called out, "Brother and sister-in-law, Longhe is going to sing 'First Snow'!"

On stage, the lights dimmed.

A spotlight shone on the center.

Long He wore a pure white long dress, her long hair was loose, and her makeup was light.

As the prelude began, the clear, watery sound of the piano flowed gently through the vast venue.

Ding Heng gazed quietly at his brother, who was shining brightly on the stage, and a maternal smile unconsciously appeared on his lips.

The Guandi Temple in the old street was completely demolished during the old city renovation.

But the scene at dusk and the two children's innocent voices remained in Ding Heng's mind.

"Lord Guan, though we are not of the same surname, we have become sworn brothers and should work together to rescue those in distress and help those in danger. Heaven and Earth bear witness to our hearts!"

May those who break this oath be condemned by both heaven and man!

Chapter 178: They Begin to Compete for Favor?

As the concert ended and the noise subsided, the audience left like a tide.

Neon lights flickered outside the stadium, and the early summer night breeze made people sweat slightly.

Wenjing and Zhao Yanxi stood at the exit, while Baima bounced around beside them, humming the melody from earlier.

Ding Heng was a few steps behind, looking down at his phone, when a message suddenly popped up.

[Sister Long is a dragon, not a milk dragon]: Don't go, wait for me.

Before he could reply, he caught a glimpse of a figure emerging from the side passage.

Long He changed into casual clothes and, under the cover of the [Holy Radiance Disguise Mask], calmly walked into the crowd.

The traces of stage makeup still lingered on her face; her eyelashes were thicker and curlier than usual, and the glitter at the corners of her eyes shimmered under the streetlights. Her blush had been smudged by sweat, leaving a thin layer of red on her cheeks.

Despite being a hastily changed and haphazardly dressed person, she appeared more vivid than the meticulously crafted look on stage.

Long He strode closer, his gaze inevitably sweeping over Zhao Yanxi beside Ding Heng, before finally taking the risk of removing his glasses.

Zhao Yanxi raised her head and met Long He's gaze.

The two women stared at each other for a second.

Long He spoke first, his tone natural: "Hello, it's nice to see you again."

"Yes, congratulations! The performance was wonderful!"

Zhao Yanxi responded with a smile, her words impeccable, and she held Ding Heng tightly, saying, "I didn't expect you to be so busy, yet you still managed to find time."

"On the way."

Long He said casually, "I'll just say a few words to Ding Heng and then leave."

"Oh……"

Zhao Yanxi drew out her words, her eyes darting around with emotion, but she said generously, "Then you two talk, we'll wait in the car."

She pulled Wenjing and Baima toward the parking lot, and after a few steps she glanced back and saw Longhe whispering intimately in Ding Heng's ear.

Zhao Yanxi looked away, pouting in grievance...

Long He pulled Ding Heng up and stopped only after making sure they were far enough away from the crowd.

"My agent only gave me ten minutes."

"Then why did you come out?"

"How can I see you if I don't come out?"

Long He's tone was slightly resentful.

"I'll be flying to Wuhan the day after tomorrow, then to Shenzhen half a month later, then to Chengdu, Wuhan... I have seven more shows until the end of May. After this tour, I'll be recording a new album, and I'll also be doing a few variety shows and brand events in between. My schedule is booked until August."

She pondered her future job prospects, growing increasingly dejected as she spoke: "Anyway, there's just not much time..."

Ding Heng understood and asked directly, "Then how long will it take you to rest?"

Long He lowered his eyes, his toes unconsciously drawing circles on the ground: "Late September, I guess. The final stop is in the capital, after which we can take a break."