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

Lin Man gestured, "Boss, lift your foot."

Ding Heng cooperated by lifting his left foot, and Lin Man gently and skillfully slipped her trouser leg on.

Then the right foot.

After pulling up her pants, Lin Man stood up, took the belt from Wen Jing, wrapped her hands around Ding Heng's thick waist, fastened the belt, and adjusted its tightness.

"Wenjing, bring the boss his shirt."

"Oh... okay!"

Wenjing snapped out of her daze, turned around, picked up the neatly folded light blue shirt from the bed, and handed it over.

Lin Man took the shirt, unfolded it, stood behind Ding Heng, and draped it over his shoulders.

Ding Heng obediently stretched out his arm, and Lin Man walked around to his front and began to button her clothes.

Wenjing watched intently from the side, her eyes never blinking.

This wasn't the first time she'd seen Lin Man serve Ding Heng... taking off his shoes, washing his feet, massaging him, and so on, almost taking care of him in every way.

That kind of submissiveness and obedience that emanates from her very being completely beyond Wenjing's worldview.

Is this all a woman has to do?

Lin Man buttoned up her shirt, then took out a dark blue tie from her suitcase, wrapped it around Ding Heng's collar, and her fingers flew across the fabric.

Ding Heng looked down at her, his gaze falling on her focused, alluring eyes.

"Lin Man".

"Ok?"

Where did you learn all this?

Lin Man's hands didn't stop moving as she pushed the Windsor knot to her neckline and adjusted its tightness.

"What aspect is the boss asking about?"

That's all.

Ding Heng raised his chin: "Serving people by dressing them, kneeling down to serve them, and things like that."

Lin Man smiled faintly and straightened her tie.

"Boss, have you forgotten? I work on the Brilliant Planet. Isn't it basic common sense that Princess Shang K knows these things?"

"Boom."

Ding Heng raised his hand and gently tapped her forehead.

Lin Man winced in pain, pouting aggrievedly, "Why did the boss hit me..."

"Seriously."

"They were just being serious."

Lin Man knelt down again and continued to help Ding Heng put on his shoes.

“When I was little, I would sometimes sneak into my mom’s shop to play. Back then, Brilliant Planet was very popular, and my mom would arrange for someone to train the princesses every few days. How to walk, how to talk, how to laugh, how to pour wine for customers... even how to kneel.”

"Didn't your mom stop you?"

"She's too busy to handle everything. At most, she'll have the security guards and manager kick me out."

As Lin Man spoke, she put Ding Heng's feet into her shoes.

"The training back then was much more rigorous than it is now. There were rules about how to stand, how to kneel, and even where to put your fingers when pouring wine. My mother often scolded those princesses, saying that since the boss was paying money to come and spend money, they had to make him feel that it was worth it."

Lin Man tied her shoelaces and pulled down her trouser legs: "In short, you have to learn to serve on your knees. When a customer comes in, kneel down to hand them slippers; when they eat, kneel down to pour them drinks; even when they pay the bill, kneel down to hand them the bill..."

Ding Heng raised an eyebrow: "Really?"

"Boss, if you want a real experience, I can arrange it for you."

Lin Man joked, "It just so happens that there are many venues in Pengcheng. I know a few managers who can arrange the top-notch service, guaranteeing that the boss will experience what it's like to be..."

"no."

Ding Heng reached out and gently stroked the bridge of her nose: "Stop giving me nonsense."

Lin Man playfully stuck out her tongue: "I know, I don't want my boss to be served by others."

Ding Heng ignored her and turned to walk in front of Wen Jing.

The little white rabbit stood there, stunned, its expression somewhat dazed.

What are you thinking about?

"N-nothing..."

"Aren't you supposed to have lunch with your sister? What time?"

Around twelve o'clock.

Wenjing obediently replied, "She took half a day off and said she would take me to a very authentic Cantonese restaurant."

"Row."

Ding Heng rubbed the little white rabbit's cheek: "Remember to be careful, even if the other party is your own sister."

"Ah."

Wenjing nodded obediently, watching Ding Heng and Lin Man leave the room, her heart inexplicably conflicted.

Should I learn from Sister Man?

……

It was during the morning rush hour in Shenzhen, and traffic was heavy.

Ding Heng was driving, and Lin Man was sitting in the passenger seat.

She took a small mirror out of her bag, touched up her lipstick, and then pursed her lips.

"boss."

"Ok?"

"What are you going to do if things get out of hand again today?"

"Let them make a fuss."

Ding Heng leisurely gripped the steering wheel: "It's not like I'm the one who's embarrassing myself."

More than forty minutes later, the car came to a stop in front of a high-end restaurant.

The garden is designed in the style of a traditional Chinese garden, with blue bricks and gray tiles, and upturned eaves.

The doorman opened the car door, Ding Heng got out, and Lin Man chased after him and took his arm.

As soon as the two reached the door, a staff member in a black suit quickly came forward and politely extended his hand.

"Hello, do you have an invitation?"

Lin Man took out a gold-embossed invitation from her bag and handed it over.

The staff member took it, glanced at it, and maintained his smile, but made no move to move it aside.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Lin. The banquet seats are all booked today. How about..."

Lin Man frowned slightly.

"I'm Lin Zefu's niece, here to celebrate my uncle's birthday. There's not even a seat for me?"

No, no, no, that's not what I meant.

The staff remained polite, but their attitude was firm: "Mrs. Lin specifically instructed us that there are too many guests today, and she was afraid that we might not be able to take good care of you and cause you any distress. Why don't you go back first, and Mrs. Lin will personally host a banquet for you another day to apologize?"

Lin Man understood.

My aunt meant that she didn't want her to go in.

Yesterday's incident caused such a huge uproar, turning the lives of Lin Zhiyuan, Lin Zhihong, and Lin Wenhao's families upside down.

My aunt was afraid she would cause trouble again today, so she simply stopped her from entering the house.

During the standoff, a voice came from behind.

"Xiao Man."

Lin Man turned her head.

A woman slowly walked out of the restaurant.

Approaching sixty, she was well-maintained, wearing an elegant blue and white porcelain cheongsam, her hair styled in a delicate updo, and a pair of jade earrings adorning her earlobes.

Geng Rui.

Lin Fengnian’s current wife is 20 years younger than the 78-year-old Lin Fengnian, and even 2 years younger than his eldest son Lin Zefu!

"grandmother."

He released Ding Heng, took two steps forward, and respectfully greeted him.

Geng Rui walked up to Lin Man and looked her up and down, a smile in her eyes.

"Tsk tsk tsk, Xiaoman is beautiful again."

"Grandma is getting younger and younger."

"You child, you still have such a sweet tongue."

Geng Rui affectionately took Lin Man's hand and turned her gaze to Ding Heng: "And this is?"

Lin Man quickly introduced, "This is my boyfriend, Ding Heng."

Ding Heng stepped forward, smiled and nodded: "Hello, Grandma."

"Good good."

Geng Rui responded immediately, then turned to Lin Man: "Your grandfather wants to talk to you, why don't you go over there?"

Lin Man was stunned.

Grandpa wants to see her?

She subconsciously looked at Ding Heng, her eyes seeking his opinion.