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

Ding Heng reached out and gently patted her thigh: "Ask whatever you want, don't beat around the bush."

Hua Qing was startled by Ding Heng's slap and instinctively sat up straight.

"You...how did you get here?"

"I came by plane."

"I know it's by plane... I mean, how did you get here so fast?"

Hua Qing counted on her fingers: "It's only been a little over four hours since we hung up the phone. Even if you leave immediately after hanging up, catch the next flight, land, exit the station, and take a taxi..."

She couldn't calculate it.

The numbers were tangled up in my head, and the more I tried to calculate, the more confused I became.

"Senior, do you even need to ask that?"

Ding Heng glanced at her sideways and teased, "I can't possibly teleport to the capital out of thin air, can I?"

Hua Qing choked.

She knew she had asked a stupid question; no matter how she got to the capital, the man was sitting right next to her.

But she still couldn't understand it.

More than four hours.

The flight from Changsha to the capital takes about two and a half hours, plus the time spent going to and from the airport, security checks, and waiting...

All things considered, there was just enough time.

If Ding Heng had left immediately after hanging up the phone, if there had been a suitable flight, if he had gotten through all the green lights after landing, if there had been no queue for a taxi...

She calculated each item one by one, going through them step by step.

Every step must be executed precisely, without a single second wasted.

Hua Qing's nose suddenly felt a little sore.

It felt like something was stuck in my throat, unable to go up or down.

She turned her head away, pretending to look at the scenery outside the window, and blinked hard a few times to force back the moisture.

Did Ding Heng really go to such lengths for her?

She continued, "Then how did you know I ate at this restaurant?"

Ding Heng's tone remained relaxed: "I bought this car, it can be tracked, so it makes perfect sense, right?"

Hua Qing simply said "Oh" and didn't ask any more questions.

It's indeed reasonable.

Ding Heng bought the car, so he certainly has the right to know its real-time location.

As for how he got on the bus...

Hua Qing didn't ask any more questions, nor did she bother to.

Anyway, it's pointless to ask; men never answer her questions honestly.

Ding Heng turned a corner: "Is there anything else you want to ask?"

Hua Qing thought for a moment and then shook her head.

She had nothing left to ask, or rather, she had too many questions to ask, and didn't know where to begin.

Ding Heng reached out and gently pinched Hua Qing's cheek.

"Senior, are you stupid?"

"What's the matter……"

Hua Qing's face was distorted by Ding Heng's pulling, and she mumbled something indistinctly.

"Why would you take medication to stop menstruation for no reason?"

Ding Heng released his hand, his tone serious: "It has a huge impact on your health, do you know that?"

Hua Qing rubbed her cheeks, which had been pinched red, and muttered softly.

"It's not like it's the first time I've eaten it..."

She recounted, "In the past, when there were competitions or important performances, I would take it so as not to miss anything. I would take it for a few days and then stop for a few days, and I didn't feel uncomfortable."

Ding Heng pressed further, "Then what happened this month?"

Hua Qing lowered her head, her fingers unconsciously tightening around the seatbelt.

“I went to see a doctor, and the doctor told me to stop taking the medication, saying that there would be a serious risk of side effects if I continued to take it.”

"What side effects?"

"..."

Hua Qing remained silent, a blush creeping onto her pretty face.

Ding Heng then directly exposed the problem.

"Infertility?"

"you……!!"

Hua Qing suddenly raised her head, feeling ashamed and embarrassed.

She raised her small fist and punched Ding Heng as if tickling him.

"Do you really have to say it?"

Ding Heng stopped the car at the red light and grabbed her wrist, which was flailing wildly.

Hua Qing tried to break free, but couldn't.

Ding Heng reached out with his other hand, pinched Hua Qing's chin, and gently lifted it up.

Hua Qing was forced to raise her head and meet Ding Heng's gaze.

The man's eyes crinkled with laughter, his tone frivolous: "Senior, you haven't already started thinking about having my baby, have you?"

Hua Qing turned her head away, her chin slipping out of Ding Heng's hand, and muttered a curse under her breath as usual.

"Scumbag."

The green light comes on.

Ding Heng gripped the steering wheel again, and the car smoothly drove through the intersection, merging into the traffic.

"Senior, don't take medicine randomly in the future. If your period affects your training, you can ask me for medicine."

Hua Qing turned to look at him, her face full of confusion.

"What medicine?"

Ding Heng didn't answer, but slightly turned his head to gesture to her.

"Open your mouth."

Hua Qing hesitated for a fraction of a second, then obediently opened her mouth.

Ding Heng removed his right hand from the steering wheel, and with a gentle flick of his thumb and forefinger, a small pill landed on Hua Qing's tongue, its cool touch like a mint candy.

"Swallow."

Hua Qing obediently did as she was told, and after swallowing, she didn't forget to open her mouth and stick out her tongue again for Ding Heng to check, as if it were some kind of habit she had developed.

A few seconds later, a warm feeling slowly spread from my stomach to my limbs.

Hua Qing reached out and touched her lower abdomen.

Hey! It doesn't hurt anymore?

She blinked, then touched it again.

Is it really not painful anymore?

What did you give me to eat?

"No need to ask, senior."

Ding Heng said in a flat tone, "Just like the ointment you put on your leg, it's all good stuff."

Hua Qing pursed her lips and didn't ask any further questions.

She leaned back in her chair, quietly observing Ding Heng's profile, and the more she looked, the more it seemed as if a veil was draped over his face.

Who is he?

Where did all these strange and unusual medicines come from?

The car came to a stop in front of the apartment building.

Ding Heng turned off the engine, opened the door, and got out of the car.

Hua Qing followed behind, her steps much lighter than usual.

My lower abdomen no longer hurts, my legs are no longer weak, and even my mood has improved a bit.

As the elevator ascends, the numbers on it jump one by one.

Hua Qing stood beside Ding Heng, her shoulder almost touching his arm.

She hesitated, neither deliberately creating distance nor daring to take the initiative to link arms with him.

Finally, the elevator doors opened, and the two unlocked the door and entered the house.

Black Bean jumped down from the cat tree, ran to Hua Qing's feet and rubbed against her, then went around to Ding Heng's feet, tilted its head up and meowed at him.

Ding Heng bent down and scooped it up, then rubbed its chin.

"Why is Black Bean so thin? Are you abusing it?"

"No way."

Hua Qing changed into slippers, snatched the black bean from Ding Heng's hands, and hugged it to her chest.

"It's possible that it doesn't like the imported cat food I bought for it."

Ding Heng walked to the sofa, slumped down, and let out a long breath.