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

Ding Heng felt ticklish from being rubbed, so he raised his hand and slapped her buttocks again.

"What's the rush?"

He ordered, "Go change your clothes first."

"Yes, sir!"

Lin Man flipped off the table, her long, black-stockinged legs landing steadily: "What does the boss want to play today?"

"The nurse uniform I bought last time is nice."

"understand!"

Lin Man was about to walk towards the dressing room when her phone suddenly rang.

The urgent ringing broke the ambiguous atmosphere in the room.

Lin Man's charming expression vanished instantly. She glanced at the caller ID and frowned slightly.

"Pema?"

She answered the phone without putting it on speakerphone, only saying "hmm" a few times, her expression growing increasingly serious.

Ding Heng leaned back in his chair and watched her quietly.

Less than a minute later, Lin Man hung up the phone, turned to look at Ding Heng, and her tone returned to seriousness.

"Boss, something's happened."

"what's up?"

"Bai Ma's friend, Huang Yue, was cheated out of 300,000 yuan by her boyfriend and ended up in the hospital after overdosing on sleeping pills."

The study was quiet for a moment.

Ding Heng and Lin Man exchanged a glance and smiled bitterly at each other.

It's time to come.

"Boss, you guessed right."

Lin Man sighed and took out her car keys from the drawer.

Ding Heng stood up and straightened his collar: "Can we find the person?"

"It shouldn't be a big problem."

As Lin Man walked out, she dialed Duan Biao's number.

The call was answered quickly, and Lin Man's tone was decisive and straightforward.

"Duan Biao, help me find someone. His surname is Li, Li Chongfeng, and he seems to be a SF Express courier. He suddenly went missing yesterday afternoon, and I guess he's no longer in Changsha. Have your people do their best to find him for me."

Her voice turned cold: "After finding it, ask your own people first, then hand it over to the police... handle it as appropriate."

Duan Biao responded on the other end of the phone and asked a few more questions about the details, which Lin Man explained in detail.

"Get it done as soon as possible, and I will arrange payment and bonuses afterwards."

Lin Man hung up the phone and pushed open the door to the study.

Ding Heng followed behind her, seemingly lost in thought: "Are you still paying Duan Biao and the others?"

Lin Man turned around, a smile returning to her lips: "After all, they were all people who followed my mother back then, so it's not good to let them starve. Now we've set up a property management company, specifically responsible for the security and daily maintenance of several properties, and occasionally... we also help the boss with some minor troubles."

Ding Heng didn't ask any more questions.

Lin Man used her own money for this, so let her handle it.

Moreover, having a capable person like today is always better than him personally going to find that Li Chongfeng.

It would be beneath me to do these things myself.

The two went downstairs, got into the car, and headed straight for the hospital.

In the hospital corridor, Baima stood at the door of the ward, looking down in a daze.

Hearing footsteps, she looked up, her eyes red-rimmed.

The moment she saw Ding Heng, tears welled up in her eyes again.

She timidly moved in front of Ding Heng, clutching the hem of his clothes with her fingers, not daring to speak.

Ding Heng raised his hand and gently rubbed Bai Ma's head: "What happened?"

"Sister Huang Yue... was deceived by Li Chongfeng."

Baima sniffed and began to recount the story in fits and starts.

After receiving the 300,000 yuan, Li Chongfeng first coaxed Huang Yue to go house hunting, saying that he had already raised enough for the down payment and that they should go find another development to pay the deposit. Huang Yue excitedly followed him to several places, and after much deliberation, they finally settled on a small apartment.

Yesterday, the two of them arranged to go to the sales office together to pay the deposit. Huang Yue arrived at the location but waited for a long time without seeing anyone. Her phone was switched off, and she didn't reply to messages.

She thought something had happened to Li Chongfeng and frantically searched for him everywhere. She looked for his rented apartment, but it was empty. She went to the branch office where he worked, but they said he had just resigned a couple of days ago.

Ding Heng then asked, "How did you discover that Huang Yue had taken sleeping pills?"

Baima was still shaken: "She suddenly transferred 6102.52 yuan to me out of the blue, then stopped replying to my messages and answering my calls. I called Guo Rong again and went to her usual internet cafe room to find out..."

Ding Heng didn't say anything, but patted her head again.

Baima wiped her face haphazardly: "Brother, do you think she's making such a fuss... It's just 300,000, isn't it?"

Ding Heng was both amused and exasperated.

It's only 300,000?

Does this girl even know what she's saying?

He was certain that, aside from the compensation he received for the last heatstroke, Huang Yue had never had more than three thousand yuan in her entire life.

Finally, 6102.52 was transferred to Baima, which was probably the only balance she had left.

Therefore, 300,000 yuan was an astronomical figure for Huang Yue, a debt that she could not repay even if she worked desperately, and the last straw that broke the camel's back.

And it wasn't just money that was stolen.

All feelings, trust, and hopes for the future were burned away by the man's fire.

Wanting to die is perfectly normal.

Ding Heng asked again, "Did you call the police?"

Bai Ma shook her head: "Not yet, I want to wait until Sister Huang Yue wakes up before we talk about it."

Ding Heng didn't ask any more questions and took out his phone from his pocket.

"You go back first."

Baima was taken aback.

"go back?"

"You start school the day after tomorrow, and you'll have a lot of things to do. I'll arrange for a caregiver to look after things here, and I'll assist Huang Yue with the police report. Li Chongfeng won't get away with this, don't worry."

Baima lowered her head and didn't move.

"I...I want to wait until she wakes up before I leave."

"There's no use you staying here."

Ding Heng's tone left no room for negotiation: "Once she's awake, doctors and nurses will take care of her. What are you doing standing here, unable to help?"

Baima bit her lip and remained silent.

Ding Heng sighed, reached out and pinched her cheek, gently pulling it outwards.

"What, you don't trust your older brother?"

Baima winced in pain and mumbled a vague "Um...no..." before finally nodding obediently.

"Alright, I'm leaving. Brother, could you... could you please tell Sister Huang Yue that I..."

"Don't worry, I know."

Ding Heng patted her head.

Baima turned and walked a few steps, then looked back at the ward door, before quickening her pace and disappearing at the end of the corridor.

Lin Man walked over from the other end of the corridor: "Boss, the person has been found."

Ding Heng raised an eyebrow slightly: "So fast?"

"These kinds of petty thugs aren't hard to find."

Lin Man said casually, "If you ask around in the industry, you'll always find someone you know, no matter how many twists and turns you go through."

Ding Heng pondered, "To be able to scheme against Bai Ma from Huang Yue, this person's mind is not like that of an ordinary thug."

Lin Man smiled and said, "Don't worry, boss. Duan Biao is already asking around. Once he finds out what needs to be done, he'll hand it over and deal with what needs to be dealt with."

"Row."

Ding Heng didn't ask any further questions. He didn't want to know, nor did he need to know, what methods Duan Biao would use to "find out the truth."

Whether it's Li Chongfeng or Huang Yue, it doesn't matter.

As long as the result is correct, the process doesn't matter.

…………

The next morning.

Pema groggily got out of bed, her hair sticking up in a mess, and her eyes were still a little swollen.

She barely slept last night.

Lying in bed, tossing and turning, my mind was filled with thoughts of Huang Yue.

Baima took a deep breath, patted her face, and got out of bed to wash up.

After changing into clean clothes, she went downstairs to ask Sister Jiang to prepare some light porridge to take to the hospital later.

As soon as he reached the corner of the stairs, he suddenly stopped.

Two people were sitting on the sofa in the living room.

Ding Heng, and Qu Zhen.