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

"is it?"

Lin Wenhao took a sip of his drink and teased, "The current economic climate is tough, Xiaoman, don't get scammed."

Lin Man's smile remained unchanged: "Brother Wenhao, do you think I'm that stupid?"

"That's hard to say."

Lin Wenhao chuckled twice, his tone sounding like he was joking, but everyone could hear the barb in his words.

“Weren’t you a bit silly when you were little? We used to tease you by saying that when your dad came home in the afternoon, you would stand guard at the gate all day, even if it was pouring rain and you were soaked to the bone, you wouldn’t go inside.”

Lin Wenhao seemed to be recalling something interesting.

"How old were you then? Six or seven? You were squatting by the door and wouldn't budge no matter who tried to pull you away. In the end, your aunt had to carry you inside."

"Yes, yes, I remember too."

Another woman chimed in, covering her mouth and laughing, "Back then, Xiaoman was so easy to fool; she believed everything she was told."

"That's why I'm worried!"

Lin Wenhao said in an affected tone, "What if Xiaoman is still as naive as she was when she was little, and gets cheated out of money and her virtue?"

Lin Man clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms, and said with a forced smile, "Brother Wenhao has such a good memory. I almost forgot about it, but you still remember it so clearly."

Lin Wenhao disagreed: "Of course, you had so many embarrassing moments when you were a kid, everyone can remember one or two, right?"

Everyone burst into laughter.

Ding Heng immediately realized what Lin Man had been afraid of.

During her childhood in the Lin family, she was teased, bullied, and used as a tool for amusement.

The trauma still lingers...

What the other person considers a "funny joke" can be an indelible wound for a six or seven-year-old child.

Ding Heng took a step forward, intending to stand up for Lin Man.

A hand reached out and gently tugged at his sleeve.

Lin Man raised her head, met Ding Heng's gaze, and shook her head slightly, offering a silent word of advice.

Don't……

This is a matter for the Lin family, and she doesn't want to involve him.

I don't want to right now, at least not right now.

Ding Heng took a deep breath, suppressing the surging emotions in his chest.

Lin Man didn't want him to get involved in the Lin family's affairs, but he couldn't just stand by and watch his woman be bullied.

After teasing Lin Man, Lin Wenhao turned to Lin Zhihong and offered him a toast.

"By the way, Brother Zhihong, I must toast you properly today. Thank you for taking care of me in the trouble in Zhuzhou last time!"

Suddenly, the little girl ran over and grabbed Lin Wenhao's trouser leg.

"Daddy! Daddy! I want some juice!"

"Go, go, go find your mother."

Lin Wenhao waved his hand impatiently, and the little girl pouted, turned around and ran away.

Ding Heng glanced at the girl's dark curly hair and suddenly his eyes lit up: "Brother Wenhao."

Lin Wenhao turned his head: "Hmm?"

"Your daughter?"

"Yes, it's my daughter, Lin Tiantian."

Lin Wenhao said indulgently, "He's eight years old, and he's quite mischievous."

"It's quite cute."

Ding Heng smiled and turned his gaze to the woman next to Lin Wenhao: "Sister-in-law, do you have curly hair?"

Lin Wenhao's wife, Yu Qian, is also in her early thirties. She has short, straight hair and light makeup, and is pouring juice for her daughter.

Upon hearing this, Yu Qian looked up, paused, and said, "No, that's not it."

Do any members of your family have curly hair?

No, not at all.

The woman shook her head, looking confused.

Ding Heng gave an "Oh," and said casually, "That's strange, why does Tian Tian have curly hair?"

All eyes turned to Lin Tiantian, whose jet-black curly hair stood out under the lights.

"Just like Brother Zhihong!"

Everyone turned their heads again to look at Lin Zhihong's wild, black, fluffy curly hair.

The banquet hall fell silent.

Yu Qian looked terrified and instinctively cast a pleading glance at Lin Zhihong.

Lin Zhiyuan reacted quickly, putting down his cue stick and stepping forward to smooth things over.

"Kids have curly or non-curly hair, it's perfectly normal. It's inherited from their grandparents, maybe they got it from their grandfather. My brother and I are brothers, one has curly hair and the other doesn't, don't you think so, sister-in-law?"

Yu Qian didn't reply, but lowered her head and gripped the juice cup in her hand tightly.

Ding Heng asked Lin Man with a puzzled look, "Does Grandpa have curly hair?"

Lin Man answered cooperatively, "No, it's my aunt who has curly hair..."

The implication is that the curly hair is not a Lin family gene; it comes from Lin Zhiyuan and Lin Zhihong's mother.

Lin Wenhao stood there dumbfounded, his gaze shifting back and forth between his wife and Lin Zhihong, his lips moving and his pupils trembling.

"Brother Wenhao."

Ding Heng's voice rang out again, breaking the suffocating silence.

Lin Wenhao mechanically turned his head.

"Didn't you just say you wanted to thank Brother Zhihong for worrying about you?"

Ding Heng joked, "Let's toast two more times. Brother Zhihong is probably working hard behind the scenes."

"Fuck you!"

Lin Wenhao roared angrily, grabbed a fork from the table, and charged at Ding Heng: "I'll teach you to talk nonsense!"

Ding Heng neither dodged nor flinched. When Lin Wenhao rushed up to him, he slightly shifted his body, precisely grabbed Lin Wenhao's wrist with his right hand, and twisted it sharply.

"Click".

It's a cracking sound from a dislocated joint.

Lin Wenhao screamed as his fork flew out of his hand and clattered to the ground.

Ding Heng pulled him along, and Lin Wenhao lost his balance and fell heavily to the ground, landing on his back with a dull thud.

The banquet hall was completely silent.

Ding Heng looked down at Lin Wenhao and said in a calm tone, "Brother Wenhao, why are you fighting with me? I'm not concerned about your family matters."

Lin Wenhao was panting heavily, his eyes bloodshot.

He struggled to get up, bracing himself on his arms, the excruciating pain from his dislocated joint causing him to break out in a cold sweat.

"You just wait...you just wait..."

Lin Wenhao continued his hoarse roar: "I'll kill you sooner or later!"

Ding Heng sneered disdainfully: "Brother Wenhao, why are you so bold? Too bad you're still carrying your own bloodline."

In the corner, the little girl burst into tears.

Yu Qian rushed over, squatted down, hugged her daughter, and hurriedly covered her mouth.

Lin Zhihong's expression changed several times before he finally spoke his first words.

"Sister-in-law, you take the child back first."

Yu Qian looked up at him, and there was so much in that glance.

It's hard to explain, hard to define...

She didn't say anything, picked up her daughter and walked quickly outside, glancing at Lin Zhiyuan again along the way.

Lin Zhiyuan shuddered at Yu Qian's gaze and turned to the two young men beside him: "Quickly help Wenhao to the hospital..."

Ding Heng took in all the eye contact between the three of them and quietly activated his True Sight Eyes.

I don’t know, I’m scared.

The Lin family is something else, filming a thunderstorm!

Lin Wenhao shook off the person who tried to help him, struggled to his feet, and frantically chased after his wife, then—

"Snapped."

He slapped her across the face.

The crisp sound echoed through the villa.

The woman staggered as she was hit, and her daughter cried even louder in her arms.

"You slut."

Lin Wenhao squeezed out two words through gritted teeth, turned around, and strode out.

"enough!"

Everyone turned their heads at the same time.

Lin Zhihong stared intently at Ding Heng.

"Brother-in-law."

His voice was steady, revealing neither joy nor anger: "You're quite thoughtful."