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

She stammered, "But I have class tomorrow..."

Ding Heng sneered.

"Don't worry, it won't cause any delay!"

-

At six o'clock in the evening, Ding Heng parked his car in the garage.

Wenjing got out of the passenger seat, carrying a large bag of groceries she had just bought from the supermarket.

As Baima went upstairs and into the house, she yawned as she walked down the stairs. Her yellow cartoon pajamas were printed with a chubby Totoro, her hair was messy, and she looked drowsy from just waking up.

"Brother! Sister-in-law!"

She smiled and leaned closer, asking, "What brings you all here?"

"Come and see you."

Ding Heng changed into slippers: "Sister Jiang isn't here, I'm afraid you'll starve to death by yourself. Didn't you go to school again today?"

"I stayed up all night last night, so I need to take a day off..."

Baima gave a perfunctory reply, then turned her gaze to the large bag of groceries in Wenjing's hand: "Sister-in-law, what did you buy?"

Wenjing took things out of the bag one by one... ribs, green vegetables, tofu, eggs, and a box of strawberries.

She smiled at Baima and said, "You haven't eaten yet, have you? I'll cook you something delicious tonight."

"No, no!"

Baima was very supportive: "It's been so long since I've tasted your cooking, sister-in-law! I'm so craving it!"

"Wait, it will be ready soon."

Wenjing tied on her apron and turned to walk towards the kitchen.

"Sister-in-law Wenjing is the best!"

Bai Ma kept flattering Wen Jing, making her feel embarrassed.

Turning back, Baima plopped down in front of Ding Heng, crossed her short legs, rested her chin on her hands, and tilted her head to look at him.

"Brother."

"Ok?"

How was your holiday?

"Not bad, how about you?"

"It's great!"

Baima raised her voice, sounding resentful: "Isn't it just staying home alone playing games, occasionally browsing through my sisters-in-law's WeChat Moments, seeing you all having fun at the beach? That's fine!"

Sister Man even sent me several swimsuit photos, wow... I'm not envious at all, really! Not at all!

Ding Heng was both amused and exasperated: "Why don't you go out and have some fun by yourself? Make some friends, don't stay cooped up at home all day."

Who says I don't have friends?

Baima remained defiant, raising her voice by half an octave: "People chat with me every day!"

"Playing with someone?"

"No, that's not true. They didn't cost me a penny, and they're always available!"

"Who?"

Can I tell you?

Baima jumped off the sofa, ran upstairs, and didn't forget to turn back and make a face at Ding Heng before disappearing around the corner.

Because I was running so fast, I didn't even notice that my phone was still on the coffee table.

Ding Heng wanted to chase after her to return it, but his gaze inadvertently swept over the screen.

Bean bag?

He scrolled up and saw that the chat history was very long.

"Doubao, what do you think I should eat today?", "Doubao, do you think my hairstyle looks good?", "Doubao, do you also think I'm boring?"

Doubao is always gentle and considerate, always responsive, and never leaves the room silent.

Is this the friend that Baima was talking about?

Ding Heng looked up at the stairwell and couldn't help but feel a sense of pity.

Dinner was a lavish meal.

Baima buried herself in her food, praising it as she ate, until Wenjing was embarrassed by the compliments.

Ding Heng had little appetite and slowly ate the bowl of vegetables in front of him.

After thinking for a long time, he suddenly asked, "Wenjing, what are you planning to do about Wenshu living at school?"

Wenjing looked up, blinked, and didn't understand why Ding Heng suddenly brought this up at the dinner table.

She countered with, "So, what are your thoughts?"

Ding Heng put down his chopsticks: "Why don't we just have her move here?"

Wenjing was stunned.

Baima also stopped chewing, her eyes wide open.

"Anyway, there are plenty of empty rooms in the villa."

Ding Heng picked up his water glass and took a sip: "It's not far from her school, only a ten-minute drive. Sister Jiang takes care of her on weekdays, so it's convenient for you to come over and cook her a meal occasionally."

Wenjing opened her mouth, then closed it again.

Her own man had made such thoughtful arrangements for her sister; it would seem pretentious for her to refuse.

Seeing that Wenjing was hesitant, Ding Heng teased, "Are you afraid that Baima will lead Wenshu astray?"

"No, no!"

Wenjing quickly shook her head: "That's not what I meant... I just think that if Xiaoshu moves in, will it cause trouble for Baima?"

"What trouble would I cause?"

Baima swallowed the rib in her mouth and quickly waved her hand, "No trouble at all! I'm quite scared living alone in such a big house at night. Wen Shulai will keep me company!"

Ding Heng turned to Bai Ma: "You and Wen Shu met during the last Lantern Festival. You didn't dislike each other, did you?"

"How is that possible!"

Baima patted her chest and assured her, "Wen Shu is a really nice person, and she's funny too. We had a great time chatting!"

"Then it's settled."

Ding Heng made the final decision: "We'll arrange for Wen Shu to be a day student tomorrow or the day after, so she can move in directly."

"Then I'll call Xiaoshu later."

Although Wenjing felt something was off, her husband had already put it that way, so she had no room to refuse.

After dinner, the three of them went out for a stroll and returned home around ten o'clock, each preparing to go to bed early.

After taking a shower, Wenjing came out of the bathroom, changed into cotton pajamas, sat down at the dressing table, and picked up a hair dryer.

Ding Heng followed closely behind, a bath towel wrapped around his waist. He had broad shoulders and a narrow waist, and water droplets trickled down his chest muscles.

Wenjing glanced back, then quickly looked away.

She'd already been through a lot while taking a shower, and she wondered if Ding Heng would let her off the hook later...

Ding Heng stepped forward and took the hair dryer from Wen Jing, gently blowing the girl's long hair and massaging her scalp.

The hand movements were neither too light nor too heavy, the force was just right.

After her hair was completely dry, Ding Heng put down the hairdryer and reached out to pull Wen Jing into his arms.

Wenjing shrank back and pleaded softly.

"Ding Heng~ Aren't you really going to take a couple of days off?"

"She can't rest, or someone will say her man is no good again!"

"Well……"

"Be good, you'll get punished if you move around."

……

In the early hours of the morning, the villa finally fell completely quiet.

Wenjing nestled in Ding Heng's arms, her forehead damp with sweat, her breathing not yet fully calmed, her whole body limp, not even wanting to move a finger.

Ding Heng put one hand on her waist and teased, "Want to rest another day tomorrow?"

Wenjing buried her face in his chest, her voice trembling with tears, "Please call Yanxi, okay? I can't manage alone..."

Ding Heng laughed out loud, pinched her cheek, the touch was as familiar as ever: "Okay, I won't tease you anymore."

Wenjing finally relaxed completely and nestled obediently in Ding Heng's arms.

After a moment of silence, Ding Heng's voice rang out again, much more serious than before.

"Quiet".

"Ok?"

What do you think about Wen Shu moving in?

"Didn't you already make up your mind?"

Wenjing raised her head and met Ding Heng's gaze.

"I admit, I had selfish motives."

Ding Heng didn't beat around the bush and spoke frankly.

"You've seen Baima, too. She doesn't have many friends, and she stays at home alone every day, chatting with AI on her phone. It makes me feel really bad."

Wen Shu is emotionally intelligent, mature for her age, and has a clear understanding of things. Her living with Bai Ma will definitely be a positive thing for Bai Ma. But conversely, I can't say what kind of impact Bai Ma will have on Wen Shu.