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

Hou Wangyan's tone was subtle: "You know, in our line of work... girls who are too pretty sometimes inevitably encounter temptations. It's not that I don't trust Hua Qing, it's that I'm afraid she'll be deceived."

Ding Heng smiled bitterly to himself... Hou Wangyan was worried that her daughter would be "kept" by someone.

He answered frankly, "Auntie, don't worry. Although I'm not very familiar with that person, I've learned about him indirectly. He's a respectable businessman who cares about Hua Qing."

Hou Wangyan was still a little worried: "If he's such a good catch and likes Hua Qing, why doesn't he go to her door in person?"

"I'm just busy... Once our relationship is more stable, Hua Qing will bring her back for you to see."

"Stable? What do you mean by stable? Does it mean it's stable only when she's heavily pregnant?"

"Cough cough cough..."

Ding Heng coughed again, choked by the fumes.

Hou Wangyan continued, "Xiao Ding, do you think what Auntie said makes sense?"

Ding Heng suppressed a laugh and nodded seriously: "Auntie is right. But I think Sister Hua Qing's boyfriend is probably also considering your feelings and wants to be fully prepared before visiting, so as not to be abrupt."

Hou Wangyan's expression softened slightly: "I hope so... I'm just afraid that those rich people will just play around and leave, and won't take feelings seriously."

As they were talking, Hua Qing and Lin Man returned to the living room and each changed into a set of Miao clothing.

Hua Qing's long hair was tied up with a silver hairpin, revealing her cool and aloof face.

She wore a dark blue, short-sleeved jacket with intricate colorful embroidery on the collar and cuffs, and layers of silver necklaces that accentuated her long, slender neck.

Her lower body was pleated long skirt, the hem of which was adorned with silver ornaments that jingled as she walked.

Lin Man, on the other hand, has a completely different charm.

Wearing the same style of Miao clothing, she deliberately unbuttoned one more button on her top, leaving the neckline slightly open and revealing a section of her fair collarbone.

The silver necklace hung loosely around her neck, swaying gently with the rhythm of her walk.

They're wearing the same outfit, one as a Miao holy maiden, the other as a Miao witch...

Lin Man twirled around Ding Heng and asked, "Honey, is it pretty?"

Ding Heng nodded: "It looks good."

"Do I look better in this or does my senior look better?"

"Forehead……"

Ding Heng looked troubled.

Hou Wangyan grinned from ear to ear: "Alright, stop teasing Xiao Ding. If you like it, take it."

After exchanging a few more pleasantries, Ding Heng rose to take his leave.

Hou Wangyan saw her to the door and said, "Xiaoman, come visit often when you have time."

Lin Man nodded in agreement, then winked at Hua Qing.

Hua Qing understood: "Mom, I'll go for a walk with them."

"Go on, go on, don't come back too late."

The three of them went downstairs and walked out of the building. Hua Qing finally couldn't hold back anymore and lightly punched Ding Heng's arm: "What are you doing, playing along with her nonsense!"

Ding Heng rubbed his arm innocently: "I missed my senior, can't I even come to see her?"

Hua Qing punched him again: "All you do is say nice things!"

Ding Heng laughed out loud: "Otherwise what? Do you expect me to tell Auntie, 'Auntie, don't worry, your daughter is someone I'm keeping'?"

Hua Qing blushed and was about to make another move.

Ding Heng simply pulled her into his arms: "Senior, you're a tour guide today. If you beat up a customer, you'll get complaints!"

"Well……"

"Besides, since I've spent so much money, could the tour guide provide some special services?"

Hua Qing's face flushed crimson, and she finally forced out two words through gritted teeth.

"abnormal……"

None of the three were interested in leisurely strolling around Fenghuang Ancient Town, and went straight to the best hotel in the area.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder.

Whether they were saints or demonesses, they all succumbed to the demon's staff techniques.

It lasted until 6 p.m.

Clothes were scattered around the room, extending from the doorway to the bedside.

Miao clothing, including outer garments, short jackets, embroidered belts, silver bracelets, earrings, and headdresses, were scattered all over the ground.

Hua Qing lay limp on the bed, her eyes glazed over, her mind still in a daze.

The bathroom door wasn't closed properly, and the sound of rushing water mixed with Lin Man's intermittent sobs, making it difficult to hear clearly.

"Boss...I know I was wrong..."

It came and went, swallowed up by the sound of water.

Hua Qing's mind was in a mess, and what she was thinking about had nothing to do with the absurdity she had just experienced.

Lin Man is right, she's not good at lying at all.

Hou Wangyan worked in a tourism song and dance troupe for more than ten years, and later opened a travel agency. He had seen all kinds of people.

His clumsy acting skills could never fool his own mother.

Her silence at the time doesn't mean she didn't have her own thoughts.

When I get home and close the door, I'll ask the questions I need to ask sooner or later.

Hua Qing closed her eyes and buried her face deeper into the pillow.

A slight soreness lingered in my lower abdomen, and my legs felt a little weak, but nothing compared to the turmoil in my heart.

My phone suddenly rang, and the caller ID showed "Mom".

Hua Qing's heart tightened. She subconsciously sat up, cleared her throat, and tried to make her voice sound normal before pressing the answer button.

"Hello, Mom?"

"Hua Qing, dinner is almost ready. Where are you all strolling around?"

"I'm taking a walk with Lin Man along the riverbank. We'll head back in a bit."

Are your classmates coming over for dinner?

"I don't think so..."

Before Hua Qing could finish speaking, a short, startled cry suddenly came from the direction of the bathroom.

She almost reflexively moved the phone away from her ear, her fingers tightly covering the microphone.

"Hua Qing? What's that sound?"

Hua Qing put the phone back to her ear, her heart racing.

She took a deep breath and tried to make her tone sound normal.

"It's nothing, Lin Man... she tripped and almost fell."

"Be careful, don't just look at your phones and not watch where you're going."

"Okay, Mom... I'll be right back."

The phone hangs up.

Hua Qing leaned back, her heart still pounding and her face burning.

The sound of water in the bathroom stopped, and Ding Heng slowly walked out and sat down on the edge of the bed.

"Senior, do you want to wash up again?"

Hua Qing didn't move, lost in thought.

"Senior?"

Ding Heng shouted again.

"I won't wash it anymore."

Hua Qing then responded, "I have to go home for dinner."

Aren't you going to eat with us?

"My mom probably has something to say to me..."

Hua Qing threw off the covers and got out of bed, bending down to pick up her scattered clothes: "I'll come over again tomorrow to go shopping with you."

"Do you need me to step in?"

Hua Qing turned around and met Ding Heng's gaze.

The man's eyes were serious, without the slightest hint of politeness, and he had no intention of running away.

"We'll see."

But Hua Qing still couldn't muster the courage: "Right now... you should focus on being Lin Man's boyfriend."

Ding Heng reached out and pinched her cheek: "Senior, are you jealous again?"

"No way!"

Hua Qing pouted and muttered something under her breath.

"Scumbag..."

When I opened the door, Hou Wangyan was busy in the kitchen.

Taking advantage of her inattention, Hua Qing quickly slipped into her room and began to wipe away the various traces of men and women on her body.

After confirming that her mother couldn't tell anything was wrong, she threw the dirty tissue into the trash can, changed into a loose-fitting house dress, tied her hair back up, and left the room.

There were two dishes and a soup on the table, all of which were her usual favorites.

Hou Wangyan casually instructed, "Go wash your hands first."

Hua Qing hummed in agreement, turned around and went into the kitchen to wash her hands, then sat down opposite her mother.