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

Baima was stunned for a moment, then quickly ran downstairs.

"Mom? What brings you here?"

Qu Zhen wore a simple dark gray dress, holding a cup of hot tea in her hand, her posture composed.

"With something this serious happening to you, how could I, as your mother, not come?"

She looked her daughter up and down, her brows furrowing slightly: "You look pale. Did you stay up late playing games again last night?"

"No! I...I..."

Bai Ma stammered, then subconsciously glanced at Ding Heng.

Ding Heng gestured with his chin toward her: "Come sit down first."

Baima obediently walked to the sofa and sat down properly next to Quzhen, looking very well-behaved.

"Mother..."

She tentatively asked, "Is everything... all taken care of?"

Qu Zhen put down her teacup, not answering Bai Ma's question, but instead saying, "Your friend is out of danger, but he hasn't woken up yet. I'll have someone send some tonics over later. Just tell my secretary what you need."

"Um……"

Baima responded and then turned her gaze to Ding Heng.

Ding Heng didn't beat around the bush and spoke directly.

"The matter of Li Chongfeng has been thoroughly investigated."

He began his story: "This guy was originally just a layabout. He was good at games and made some money by boosting others in his early years. Later, he got involved with PG (Player Gamer) and accumulated a huge debt. To pay off his debts, he started cheating everywhere. Relatives, friends, ex-girlfriends... even boosting bosses! When he was desperate and had nowhere else to turn, he simply became a 'young master'."

Bai Ma blinked: "Young Master? What Young Master?"

Ding Heng coughed lightly and looked at Qu Zhen.

Qu Zhen raised her hand and gently patted the back of her daughter's head.

Don't ask about things you shouldn't ask about.

Baima covered the back of her head, pouted aggrievedly, but didn't ask any further questions.

Ding Heng continued, "Li Chongfeng is an average-looking guy, but he's good at sweet-talking, and in that area... well, he's not bad either, so he can easily win women over. Huang Yue is one of them."

"That aspect... in which aspect?"

"Don't interrupt when your brother is speaking!"

Qu Zhen slapped her again.

"Well……"

Baima, shut up obediently.

Ding Heng smiled and continued, "Later, he saved some money and gained some experience. He withdrew from that circle. During that time, he also cheated a married man out of about 200,000 yuan. The man was too afraid to report it to the police because of his infidelity. So Li Chongfeng took the money and ran back to the countryside to hide for a while, pretending to be an honest man who had reformed. But he quickly spent all of the 200,000 yuan."

Baima was stunned.

"and then?"

"Then... one day he was scrolling through his WeChat Moments and saw a photo of you and Huang Yue together."

Baima was stunned.

"Did he see me?"

"more than."

Ding Heng picked up his phone, swiped it a couple of times, and handed the screen to Baima.

It's a screenshot from Huang Yue's WeChat Moments.

The accompanying images are two: one is a photo of Baima and Huang Yue in a private room at an internet cafe, and the other is a screenshot of their game's settlement screen.

Baima scratched her head: "What do you mean?"

"What a coincidence, the power leveling service for your account for a period of time was run by Li Chongfeng!"

Ding Heng chuckled: "Your skins, boosting services, and gaming companion services... add it all up to at least several hundred thousand. You're notorious in the boosting industry for being naive and rich. Also, do you think no one knows you use a voice changer to pretend to be a man? Actually, it's been known in the gaming companion industry for a long time."

Baima was completely dumbfounded, her face turning red and then white.

"Me... stupid and rich?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than he was struck on the back of the head again.

Qu Zhen glared at her angrily: "I always tell you to play fewer games, but you don't listen and you even try to act smart like a man."

Pema retorted, feeling wronged and unconvinced: "Mom! You're just being a victim of blaming!"

"Still talking back?"

Baima shrank her neck and shut her mouth, looking aggrieved.

Ding Heng, acting as peacemaker, waved his hand and said, "Alright, alright, that's how it is. The person has been found and handed over to the police. He paid off a lot of old debts while he was on the run. Of your 300,000, less than 200,000 has been recovered so far. The rest should be recovered once the police complete the procedures."

Baima nodded, then asked, "So... how long will he be sentenced?"

"It's hard to say; it depends on how the lawyer defends the case."

"After he gets out... will he still lie to people?"

"Do not worry."

Ding Heng smiled faintly, his tone meaningful: "He can no longer lie to people, especially women."

Baima seemed to understand something vaguely, and didn't ask any further questions.

"What about Sister Huang Yue?"

"Hmm... the police will probably take her statement later."

Ding Heng countered, "What other ideas do you have?"

Pema took a deep breath and turned to Quzhen.

"Mother..."

She leaned closer, placed her hands on Qu Zhen's shoulders, and began to gently massage them: "Mom, have you been working very hard lately? Let me give you a back massage~"

Qu Zhen said expressionlessly, "Speak your mind."

"Mom~"

Bai Ma increased the pressure on her hand, her voice becoming sickeningly sweet.

"Could you please help Sister Huang Yue? Find her a decent job, not too strenuous, so she has a place to stay and can support herself. She's not a bad person, just unlucky and not very educated..."

Qu Zhen didn't reply, but picked up her teacup and took a sip.

Seeing that her mother was ignoring her, Baima became anxious and tightened her grip: "Mom~ please help her~ Don't you always say that we should do good deeds and accumulate merit? If you help her, it will be an act of merit~"

Qu Zhen put down her teacup and finally turned to look at her daughter: "You really want to help her?"

Baima chuckled and continued to vigorously massage his back.

For her, Huang Yue was the first true friend she ever made.

Although Wen Shu was also her good friend, it was Ding Heng who arranged it.

Qu Zhen was at her wits' end by her daughter's nagging and could only sigh helplessly.

"Okay, I'll have someone arrange it."

Baima immediately pounced on Quzhen and gave her a big kiss on the cheek.

"Mom is the best!"

Then she let go of Qu Zhen, ran to Ding Heng, stood on tiptoe, and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.

"My brother is the best!"

Ding Heng was covered in her saliva from her kisses, and he reached out to wipe his face, both amused and exasperated.

"Come on, brother, take me to the hospital!"

Bai Ma immediately grabbed Ding Heng and ran outside as fast as she could.

Qu Zhen sat on the sofa, watching her daughter and Ding Heng disappear through the door, her expression thoughtful.

After a long while, he gently shook his head.

……

hospital.

When the two arrived at the ward, the door was open.

The hospital bed was empty, and the blankets were neatly folded.

On the bedside table, the gaming phone that Baima lent to Huang Yue lay quietly, with a piece of paper pressed down next to it.

Baima stood frozen at the doorway, stunned for several seconds before slowly walking in and picking up the white paper.

There were only three words on it—"I'm sorry."

The handwriting is crooked and messy.

Baima felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over her from head to toe, and she was instantly stunned and motionless.

Ding Heng walked to the bedside, picked up the phone, and swiped the screen.

The data has been cleared; contacts, photos, chat history... nothing is left.

It was spotless, as if Huang Yue had never existed.

Ding Heng turned around and called out into the corridor.

"Nurse?"

A young nurse jogged over.

"May I ask who you are...?"

Where is the patient in this bed?

The nurse peeked into the empty bed.