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

Wen Wan was clearly hit where it hurt, and she threw a tantrum in a fit of rage.

"Why shouldn't I dare!"

Ding Heng said firmly, "I'm telling you this: not just today, but ever again, don't expect Wenjing to do anything for you!"

If you have any sense of responsibility as an older sister, then figure out how to handle your own problems, you useless piece of trash!

After saying that, he didn't give Wenwan a chance to yell anymore, directly hung up the voice call, and threw the phone back to Wenjing, who was still in a daze.

The carriage fell silent instantly.

Wenjing held the still-warm phone, and for some reason, a sense of relief welled up inside her, as if a huge burden had been lifted from her back.

Even if Ding Heng just insulted her own sister!

After a while, Wenjing prepared to apologize.

"I'm sorry..."

"Stop saying sorry all the time."

Ding Heng interrupted her, saying, "Besides, why are you apologizing to me for this?"

"But... I sense that you are very angry."

"I'm not angry!"

"Oh……"

Wenjing lowered her head, unbuckled her seatbelt, and carefully leaned forward, bringing her fair and delicate face close to Ding Heng's, her long eyelashes trembling slightly.

Ding Heng was taken aback: "What are you doing?"

Wenjing stammered, "If you... if you're still angry, then punish me. Rub my face... rub it until you feel better."

She knew that Ding Heng liked to rub her face, and although she was shy when he rubbed her face in the past, she gradually got used to it.

This was also the only way he could appease Ding Heng at the moment.

Ding Heng looked at the girl who had come up to him to "ask for punishment," and his anger dissipated almost instantly, leaving him both amused and exasperated.

"Alright, but..."

He deliberately drew out his words, as if implying something: "What I want to rub today isn't my face."

Wenjing asked blankly, "What is that?"

Ding Heng lowered his gaze slightly, smiling without saying a word.

Wenjing was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized, her face flushed red, and she said in a voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz: "Fine, fine, as long as it makes you feel better."

Ding Heng suppressed a laugh, pretending not to have heard clearly: "What do you mean, 'go ahead'?"

Wenjing straightened her chest, her voice trembling, "I said... as long as it makes you feel better, I'll rub... rub anywhere!"

After saying that, she seemed to have exhausted all her strength, closed her eyes, and waited for the "punishment" to come.

She could vaguely feel Ding Heng's hand reaching out, its warmth making her heart pound so hard it felt like it would burst out of her chest.

Then, the hand didn't land anywhere she expected, but gently placed on her head and rubbed it.

"Silly girl."

Ding Heng said indulgently, "You need to learn to say no in the future, and stop agreeing to everything people ask for."

A warm touch came from above her head, and Wenjing suddenly opened her eyes, meeting Ding Heng's gaze that was close to hers.

In an instant... a surge of emotions, including discomfort, grievance, and bitterness, rushed into my heart.

She lowered her head, and her shoulders began to tremble uncontrollably.

Ding Heng pulled out a few tissues and stuffed them into Wen Jing's hand.

"Relax, take a day off and get some rest."

Wenjing gripped the tissue tightly, nodded, then shook her head.

The suppressed, faint sobs were exceptionally clear in the quiet carriage…

Chapter 37: (Part 1) The Girl Takes a Photo

Wenjing's crying was completely unexpected by Ding Heng.

"Why are you still crying?"

Wenjing wiped away her tears haphazardly with the back of her hand, her voice thick with nasal congestion.

"...I don't know, I just...I just want to cry..."

From childhood to adulthood, "giving in" and "obedience" have been Wenjing's survival instincts in the family.

The older sister can be willful, the younger sister can be spoiled, and the younger brother is the center of the family.

As the second child, she seems to be naturally labeled as "sensible," "sharing the burden," and "not causing trouble for the family."

They have to give up the best food, the most fun things, and even their own time and desires, often sacrificing for "family harmony" or "the needs of their younger siblings."

She was used to swallowing her grievances, always saying "it's okay," and always keeping her head down lower in comparison to her parents.

No one has ever stood by her side so clearly as Ding Heng has today, speaking out for her and resisting the unbearable constraints that are wrapped in "family affection."

Now, she is like someone who has been walking on the edge of the desert for years, surviving on only a few drops of dew, and is suddenly handed a ladle of clear, sweet spring water.

Even just a single ladleful of water, with its soul-stirring nourishment and satisfaction, was enough to cause her emotions to break down and overflow.

In Ding Heng's mind, the system interface was clearly reflecting the changes:

[The Record of Redemption: Wenjing]

[Current Status: The Corrupted Nun]

Purification level: 67%

It surged by nearly 20% in one go.

Ding Heng only spoke again after Wenjing's sobs gradually subsided.

"Since you're not going back to Zhuzhou, do you have any other plans?"

Wenjing covered her nose with a tissue, her eyes were red, and her voice was muffled.

"do not know."

"That's perfect."

Ding Heng turned on his turn signal, preparing to make a U-turn.

"Let's do what we promised you last time."

"what's up?"

Wenjing raised her head, blinking her big, moist eyes.

"Didn't I say I'd take some commemorative photos for you? I've already prepared them!"

Where to film?

"Of course, we're going back to the hotel."

"But if we go back to the hotel, Yan hope..."

"Don't worry, Yan Xi is probably already busy at the store at this time, she won't know."

Ding Heng spoke matter-of-factly, a wicked smile playing on his lips.

“We can take our time and film all day.”

"okay."

Wenjing quietly agreed.

It should have been a perfectly normal photoshoot, but for some reason, she suddenly felt a strange sense of guilt.

Ding Heng secretly took pictures of himself. Will Yan hope find out?

The car drove back to the Chujiang Hotel.

Ding Heng parked the car and took out the photography equipment he had prepared in advance from the trunk.

After a quick registration at the front desk, he led Wenjing straight to the private elevator on the other side, swiped the card, and pressed the button for the 27th floor.

The elevator ascended silently and smoothly.

The Chujiang Hotel has two presidential suites, located on the 27th and 28th floors respectively, occupying the entire floor.

Stepping out of the elevator, you are greeted by a wide and private corridor with only one heavy double carved door.

"This... there's only one room on the entire floor?"

Wenjing stared in astonishment at the door that looked almost like the entrance to a detached apartment.

"Yes, this is the legendary presidential suite. This is my first time here."

Ding Heng swiped his card to open the door and stepped aside to let Wen Jing go in first.

What greets you is an overwhelming sense of spaciousness and luxury.

The living room boasts an astonishingly high ceiling and panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows offering views of the bustling skyline of Changsha. It features high-end furniture, art displays, a grand piano, an entertainment room, a study, a fully equipped kitchen, and even a terrace with a small heated swimming pool.

The space, spanning over 400 square meters, is clearly divided into functional areas, yet it feels like a cohesive whole.

Wenjing stood on the gleaming marble floor, feeling slightly lost, as this was completely beyond her understanding of a "hotel room".

"Wait a moment."

Ding Heng put down his equipment bag and made a phone call.

About half an hour later, the doorbell rang, and a hotel staff member pushed in a hard-sided suitcase, placed it respectfully in the center of the living room, and then left quietly.

"This is……"

Wenjing looked at the box with a puzzled expression.

"Go to the dressing room and try on the clothes I prepared for you."

Ding Heng walked over and opened the box. Inside, several sets of clothes were neatly folded and carefully wrapped in dust bags. There were also matching shoes and some accessories next to them.