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

Huang Yue stuffed the money back under her pillow, then suddenly asked out of the blue, "Bai Ma, you're so short of money, is it to pay for your brother's college education?"

Baima was bewildered: "What are you saying? How could you think that?"

“There are some like this in my hometown.”

Huang Yue picked up an apple again: "My sister started working after graduating from junior high school. She would save up money for a year and go home for the New Year, but her mother would take it all to pay for her brother's tuition. One year when she was sick, she asked her family for 2,000 yuan for medical treatment, but her mother told her to find a way herself."

Baima felt a lump in her throat, and was also at a loss for words, both amused and exasperated.

"Don't overthink it. I'm saving money for myself."

"For yourself?"

Huang Yue's eyes showed a mixture of belief and doubt.

Baima was speechless for a moment, unsure whether she should confess to Huang Yue.

Huang Yue genuinely considered her a friend, yet she kept everything from her...

But if they were to be honest, could they still remain friends?

Will Huang Yue end up like her past "friends," becoming an ingrate who endlessly exploits her?

……

Outside the hospital, Ding Heng was about to get into the car when a voice came from behind him.

"Mr. Ding! Mr. Ding, please wait!"

Ding Heng turned around and saw General Manager Liu jogging after him, panting heavily.

Mr. Liu stopped in front of Ding Heng, bent over and supported himself on his knees, panting for several seconds before straightening up, his face beaming with a fawning smile.

"Mr. Ding, I'm really sorry, there were too many people talking just now, so it was inconvenient to say some things."

He took out a business card from the inside pocket of his suit jacket, handed it over with both hands, and was extremely respectful.

"This is our company's information, please take a look. We mainly focus on electronic hardware manufacturing, and previously operated primarily in Shanghai and Shenzhen. This year, we plan to expand into central China..."

Ding Heng took it and glanced at it.

How did you find out about me?

"We've heard that your company is currently seeking investment in mainland China..."

Just as Qu Zhen reminded him, Ding Heng was recently discussing with Secretary Huang about transferring a portion of the money into the company to turn it into a business.

Mr. Liu continued, "Miss Baima's matter is a complete misunderstanding. Secretary Lin has already warned us, and I have dealt with the relevant personnel... In short, it's all fate. Could you give us a chance to discuss cooperation?"

He spoke while observing Ding Heng's expression, being careful not to say the wrong thing.

"Today is not the right time to talk about this. You should first prepare a detailed business plan, including the company's financial statements for the past three years, the resumes of the core team, technical patents, and customer case studies."

Ding Heng put the business card into his pocket: "You have my secretary's phone number, right?"

Yes, yes.

"Make all the necessary preparations, then contact her."

"Very well! Thank you, Mr. Ding, for not holding a grudge!"

Mr. Liu thanked him repeatedly, saying, "Don't worry, I will definitely prepare the materials thoroughly! You're busy, you're busy, I won't bother you any longer..."

Ding Heng waved goodbye and drove back to his residence.

As I pushed open the door and entered the house, the motion-sensor light in the entryway turned on, and the large house was quiet and peaceful.

Ding Heng changed his shoes and walked a few steps inside before he saw Wen Jing alone curled up on the living room sofa.

The little rabbit was wearing a pink and white cotton loungewear dress, with its long hair flowing down its back. It was curled up with its knees drawn up to its chest, looking all alone and pitiful.

"Why are you the only one?"

Ding Heng walked over and pulled Wen Jing into his arms, kneading her gently: "Where are the others?"

Wenjing had grown accustomed to Ding Heng's rough, large hands from head to toe, and showed a hint of enjoyment.

Her voice was soft: "Sister Man wanted to change her hair color again, and Yan hope followed her, even dragging Sister Hua Qing along with her."

Why didn't you go?

"I just picked up Xiaoshu from my hometown."

Wenjing explained, "Her senior year starts half a month early, so I have to take her back to the villa first."

When Wen Shu is mentioned, Little White Rabbit can't help but have some thoughts.

"Ding Heng, what do you think... should we move Xiao Shu to a different place?"

Why did you suddenly think of this?

“You let her stay in the villa before so she could keep Baima company. Now that Baima is about to go to university, it feels a bit awkward for her to live there alone…”

Wenjing carefully chose her words: "It's a little awkward."

"What's so embarrassing about it?"

Ding Heng's hands moved constantly across Wen Jing's voluptuous body, applying slightly more pressure.

"It's only a year, right? Baima will go back to stay there during her holidays. Besides, Sister Jiang is also in the villa, so it's convenient to take care of her daily life."

Wenjing's breathing grew heavier and heavier, and she let out a soft "hmm," as obedient as ever.

Ding Heng then asked, "By the way, has Wen Shu's academic performance been getting better and better lately?"

Mentioning this, Wenjing finally smiled: "Yes, my Chinese and English have improved a lot, my math is still a bit lacking, but my total score is already firmly in the top 100."

"Should we reward her with something?"

"No way..."

Wenjing looked up from Ding Heng's arms, her round face full of wariness: "What are you planning to buy her now? She hasn't even used that phone of hers for very long. Don't spoil her, or she'll start comparing herself to others..."

"It can't be that bad."

Ding Heng lowered his head and kissed Wen Jing's cheek: "I think Wen Shu is quite sensible, at least much better than Bai Ma. Last time I changed her phone, she didn't get addicted. She did her homework and memorized her lessons. I think you're too strict with her."

Wenjing was speechless for a moment.

Ding Heng then suggested, "She still has two days before school starts, so how about I go with you to buy her some things tomorrow?"

Wenjing didn't refuse again, only muttering, "Don't spend too much money, you're spoiling her..."

But before she could finish speaking, Ding Heng suddenly exerted force with his palm, his fingertips pressing precisely on her most sensitive spot.

"Well……"

Wenjing trembled, her cheeks quickly flushing crimson, which spread from her ears all the way down her neck.

"They'll probably be back in a while."

Ding Heng leaned close to Wen Jing's ear and said, "I'll give you three chances. Let's play a game as usual! If you can win, I'll listen to you tomorrow and buy whatever you want."

Wenjing asked softly, "Then... what if I lose?"

"If I lose, I'll buy something for Wenshu tomorrow. You're not allowed to object. You have to do whatever I say."

Ding Heng grinned mischievously, "How about that? Fair enough?"

"Ugh...you're so mean! I've never won before."

The little white rabbit complained in a sweet voice.

The next second, Ding Heng lifted her up into the air.

The bathroom light came on, and the night outside the window deepened.

The Xiangjiang River outside the window shimmered under the moonlight.

Accompanied by soft, lingering sounds...

Chapter 216: My Worried Little Sister (Part 2) (Seeking monthly votes! Seeking follow-up subscriptions!)

In the early morning, Wenjing was awakened by the sunlight.

She turned over groggily, put her arm around the man's waist, and continued to snuggle into his arms.

Wenjing wondered if it was just her imagination, but she always felt that Ding Heng's body temperature was higher than normal. He was comfortable in winter, but a bit uncomfortable in summer.

Even with the air conditioner set to 18 degrees Celsius, you still can't help but break into a sweat.

"Awake so early?"

A man's voice suddenly rang out, and Wenjing buried her face in his chest.

"Hmm...where are Yan hope and the others?"

"You went to exercise early in the morning, you're such a lazy pig."

"Ugh! I'm not lazy, it's all your fault for bullying me last night!"

Wenjing felt so wronged.

Last night they said she had three chances, but she surrendered after just one.

Ding Heng originally intended to let her go, but then he ran into Zhao Yanxi and the others returning...

"Get up, go and fetch Wenshu."

Ding Heng got out of bed first, and Wen Jing quickly followed, her legs still a little weak and her steps unsteady.

After a quick tidying up, the two drove to the villa.

Wenshu and Baima were sitting at the dining table, each holding a bowl of porridge, chatting happily.

Baima turned his head and mumbled "Brother" indistinctly.

"Brother-in-law! Sister!"

Wen Shu quickly put down her chopsticks and stood up, a smile on her face.

After a month and a half apart, Wen Shu's skin looked much fairer, her hair had grown longer, and the youthful innocence between her brows and eyes had faded, giving her a more delicate and pretty appearance.

Wenjing walked over and reached out to straighten her sister's collar.

Are you getting used to living here again?