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

"Brother, shall I go choose a car?"

"Go."

"Hey hey hey..."

Bai Ma chuckled foolishly, already starting to plan things out in his mind.

Which car should I buy? Should I ask someone for advice...?

The transfer was completed at 3 PM.

Baima refreshed the page several times to confirm the numbers were correct. Then, she jumped up from her chair, eager to share her joy with someone.

Wen Shu was still in school and it wasn't convenient for her to call, so she directly dialed Huang Yue's number.

"Sister Huang Yue! Let's go out and have some fun tonight! It's on me!"

Bai Ma's overly excited tone left Huang Yue on the other end of the phone a little bewildered.

"Trying to treat you? Did you win the lottery?"

"Almost there! Call Brother Li and Sister Guo Rong too!"

"Okay...what time?"

Six o'clock! Same place as always!

"it is good."

At 7 p.m., at a street food stall in the south of the city with pretty good food.

Baima had reserved a small private room in advance, and the four of them, including Guo Rong, the short-haired girl from that day, sat down around a large round table.

Li Chongfeng looked like he had just delivered a package; he hadn't even had time to take off his SF Express uniform.

He sat next to Huang Yue, pouring her tea and serving her food from time to time, his actions natural and considerate.

Baima raised her glass: "Come on, the first glass is to Sister Huang Yue and Brother Li. I wish you a long and happy marriage, and that you get married soon and have a big, healthy son!"

Huang Yue blushed: "What are you saying?"

Li Chongfeng was generous; he raised his glass and clinked it against Baima's, saying, "Thank you."

Huang Yue looks much better lately.

Her skin is a bit fairer, and her face has gained some weight; she doesn't always look so dejected as before.

Even his tone of voice became much lighter, and he would occasionally exchange a few words with Li Chongfeng.

Baima saw this and was genuinely happy for her.

As they drank and chatted, Huang Yue mentioned that Li Chongfeng had paid off her online loans.

A loan of 12,000 yuan from an online lender, now overdue for more than half a year, has accrued interest that has ballooned to nearly 20,000 yuan.

When Li Chongfeng found out, he transferred the money to her without saying a word, telling her to pay off her debts and to "just don't touch these things again."

Although Huang Yue spoke in a nonchalant tone, her eyes were a little red.

She subconsciously looked at Li Chongfeng, who responded with a simple and honest smile.

Baima couldn't help but sigh, "Li Chongfeng may seem simple-minded, but he's quite reliable when it comes to getting things done."

How could I have made such a mistake in the past?

After several rounds of drinks, the atmosphere became increasingly lively.

It's almost 10 o'clock.

Bai Ma felt dizzy and lay on the table, not wanting to move.

She wasn't a big drinker to begin with, and she drank too fast, so her mind wasn't quite clear anymore.

Huang Yue tried to get Baima up: "Baima, let's go, I'll take you back."

"Hmm... I'll sit a little longer..."

Baima mumbled incoherently, her eyes barely open.

Finally, Huang Yue forcibly helped Baima out of the restaurant, with Li Chongfeng following behind.

Baima was limp as a lump of mud, her head resting on Huang Yue's shoulder, her steps unsteady, and she was still humming an off-key tune.

As Huang Yue was figuring out how to get her home, a black Mercedes slowly pulled up to the side of the road.

The car window rolled down, revealing the face of a young woman.

She has delicate features, long rose-red hair tied in a high ponytail, and bright eyes that reveal a hint of arrogance and sharpness.

Huang Yue stood there, stunned.

Even though she was inexperienced, she still recognized the three-pointed star symbol.

"Pema?"

Zhao Yanxi got out of the car and went up to Baima, teasingly asking, "Have you had too much to drink?"

Baima looked up, her eyes glazed over: "Um...you're Sister-in-law Huaqing?"

"I am your sister-in-law Yan Xi!"

"Um... what are you doing here?"

"Your brother told me to keep an eye on you."

"Oh……"

Huang Yue stood in front of Zhao Yanxi and felt a strange pressure.

In the past, when wealthy relatives came back to the village, they would speak loudly, wear gold and silver, and wanted the whole world to know that they were rich.

But Baima's "sister-in-law" was different. She didn't have to do anything. She just stood there quietly with a composed demeanor, which made Huang Yue feel inferior.

Zhao Yanxi held out her hand: "Give her to me."

Huang Yue remained wary: "You are..."

"Her sister-in-law."

Zhao Yanxi took out her phone from her pocket, swiped it a couple of times, and handed the screen to Huang Yue.

In the photo, Zhao Yanxi and Baima are standing together, wearing the same style of sweatshirt in different colors, and they are in an intimate pose.

Huang Yue's last remaining doubts dissipated, and she handed Bai Ma over.

Zhao Yanxi helped the person into the car and said politely, "Thank you for your help."

"No trouble at all..."

Huang Yue waved her hands repeatedly and took two steps back, trying to alleviate the inferiority complex and pressure she felt standing in front of Zhao Yanxi.

As the black Mercedes slowly drove away, Li Chongfeng suddenly spoke.

"Your friend's family seems to be quite wealthy."

"It's alright... She told me that her brother's girlfriend is quite wealthy."

"more than."

Li Chongfeng shook his head: "Did you notice the string of dzi beads on her wrist?"

Huang Yue thought for a moment, and realized that Bai Ma did indeed always wear a string of beads on her wrist, which was grayish-white and looked quite ordinary.

"That thing is quite expensive."

How expensive?

"It's hard to say... but I've heard that the most expensive one has ever sold for over 100 million."

Huang Yue gasped, and Li Chongfeng continued his story.

"And the shoes she was wearing... although they didn't have any logos and looked very ordinary, they cost around ten thousand."

"How did you know?"

Huang Yue looked suspicious.

Even if Li Chongfeng is right, how could a deliveryman like him know so much?

"He was delivered by a courier."

Li Chongfeng calmly replied, "These kinds of packages are common in upscale residential areas. You get used to them after a while."

Huang Yue didn't reply, turning back to look at the now empty intersection. The Mercedes was nowhere to be seen.

She suddenly recalled many details.

Every day when Baima appears, her hair is always clean, her clothes are wrinkle-free, and her nails are neatly trimmed.

Even after a full day of work, when she was so tired that she couldn't straighten her back, she didn't have that lingering sweaty smell from long hours of labor.

And her skin.

Baima's skin is very white, the kind of white that has been carefully maintained.

In the crowd at the gig market, her striking whiteness made her seem like she had fallen from another world.

Huang Yue hadn't thought much about it before.

Or perhaps she simply didn't want to think about it.

People were willing to help her with chores, treat her to meals, and take her to the hospital when she was sick... Pema needed friends, and she needed friends too.

…………

The next morning, Baima was woken up by her mobile phone alarm.

My head is still a little dizzy; the hangover hasn't completely worn off.

She rubbed her temples, sat up, took a shower, changed into clean clothes, and then sat down at her computer to open Autohome.

With a budget of around 300,000, there are actually quite a few cars to choose from, especially some cost-effective electric cars!

Baima was engrossed in watching when her phone suddenly rang. The caller ID showed Huang Yue.

"Hello, Sister Huang Yue?"

"Bai Ma, where are you? Would it be convenient for us to meet?"