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

She resumed leading the way, walking at her usual pace, without saying another word, and without any intention of opening her phone to post on social media.

Hotels of similar caliber have professionally trained staff who are unlikely to compromise guests' privacy.

Upon arriving at the high-rise villa, the tall woman swiped her card to open the door, stepped aside to let the two of them go in first, briefly introduced the facilities inside, and then respectfully took her leave.

The door closed.

Longhe stood in the entryway, his gaze passing over the short corridor and looking towards the floor-to-ceiling windows at the end of the living room.

The distant snow-capped mountains are magnificent, gleaming with a faint silver light under the sky.

She walked over and pushed open the French windows, and a blast of cold air hit her face.

"Wow……"

Long He let out another long gasp, leaned on the railing, and remained motionless for a long time.

Ding Heng came to her side and handed her a cup of hot tea: "How is it?"

"Beautiful...unrealistically beautiful."

Longhe took the hot tea and held it in his hands, his gaze still fixed on the distant snow-capped mountains.

"Ding Heng".

"Ok?"

How did you find this hotel?

"This hotel is quite famous."

Ding Heng asked jokingly, "You're a big star, haven't you heard of it?"

Long He rolled his eyes: "I'm so busy, I don't have time to spend money and enjoy myself in places like this."

"Too."

Ding Heng picked up his teacup, took a sip, and casually asked, "Long He, you've been in the industry for three years, how much money are you making now?"

"We lost money in our first year after we debuted."

Longhe started muttering, "Training fees, styling fees, advertising fees... a whole bunch of miscellaneous expenses, all paid by the company upfront, will be deducted from the revenue later."

"What happened after 'First Snow' became a hit?"

"It gradually got better afterwards."

Long He said with a hint of pride, "Right now, I have about 20 million in my account."

"Wow."

Ding Heng's expression was flat, and his tone was completely monotone.

Long He's lips twitched.

That's twenty million!

From childhood to adulthood, she has always been taken care of by Ding Heng, and there is rarely anything she can do better than Ding Heng.

I thought that telling this number would at least surprise my brother, but this is what happened?

"What was your reaction?"

Long He glared at him with displeasure: "Twenty million! Many people can't earn that much in a lifetime!"

"Yes, yes, Sister Long is the best."

Ding Heng patted her head perfunctorily, but Long He turned her head away, her cheeks puffing out slightly.

"but……"

Her tone softened: "Actually, the company takes the lion's share, and I only get a small portion. Moreover, most of the 20 million was invested by my mother. Now, I can only use less than 2 million at any time."

"What will happen after you go solo?"

"It should be much better now."

Long He sighed: "I don't know the specifics either; it's all being managed by my mother."

Ding Heng did not ask any further questions.

A mountain breeze blew in from the valley entrance, ruffling the stray hairs at Long He's temples.

Ding Heng reassured her, "Don't just stand there like an idiot. Go and rest for a bit. I'll go with you to Jiuzhaigou this afternoon."

"Oh……"

Long He turned and walked back, leaving Ding Heng alone on the terrace.

He put down his hot tea, poured himself another cup of barley wine, sat down in the wicker chair, and picked up his phone.

The screen lit up, and the conversation with Baima was still stuck last night.

[Ding Heng]: Where are we?

The message was sent, and a reply popped up in less than ten seconds.

[White Horse is Not a Horse]: [Positioning]

【White Horse is Not a Horse】: It has already landed in Chengdu!

[White Horse is Not a Horse]: But I need to see my mother first; I should be able to get over by evening. [Cute sigh.jpg]

[Ding Heng]: Did you not expose it to your sisters-in-law?

[White Horse is Not a Horse]: [Mysterious smile.jpg]

【White Horse is Not a Horse】: Brother, are you questioning your sister's loyalty?

Ding Heng: ...

[White Horse is Not a Horse]: Don't worry, don't worry, I'm very tight-lipped!

[White Horse is Not a Horse]: But... [fox rubbing hands.jpg]

[White Horse is Not a Horse]: Brother, I've helped you so much, there should be some benefits, right?

[Ding Heng]: What do you want?

[A White Horse Is Not a Horse]: [Link]

[White Horse is Not a Horse]: Brother, look at this dress, which color suits your sister better? [winking.jpg]

Ding Heng clicked on the link, and wow, it cost seven or eight thousand yuan per link!

With her current allowance, Baima really couldn't afford it.

[White Horse is Not a Horse]: Little sister didn't mean anything by it, she just wanted you to have a say, brother. [Weak and innocent.jpg]

Ding Heng was both amused and exasperated, and immediately placed an order and took a screenshot.

Send the payment success page.

Ding Heng: [Image]

[White Horse Is Not a Horse]: [Little Horse Shocked.jpg]

[White Horse is Not a Horse]: Brother, why are you being so polite! [shyly covering face.jpg]

[White Horse is Not a Horse]: My sister was just kidding!

[Ding Heng]: Then let's cancel it.

[White Horse is Not a Horse]: No, no, no! [Pounces and hugs]

[White Horse is Not a Horse]: My brother is the best!

【White Horse is Not a Horse】: Brother, don't worry, we siblings are of one mind! We won't utter a single word that shouldn't be said! [Salute of Loyalty.jpg]

Ding Heng: ...

At 2 p.m., the sun was shining brightly, and the autumn colors of Jiuzhaigou were at their peak.

Long He walked with light steps.

"Ding Heng! Come quick! This is a great view!"

She arrived at the edge of a viewing platform, behind which stretched a vast expanse of colorful lakes, their waters transitioning from light green to deep blue in distinct layers.

Ding Heng raised his camera, pointing the lens at Long He.

"Tilte your head to the left a little...yes...tuck your chin in a little...put your hands on the railing...yes, just like that."

The shutter clicked away.

Longhe changed his posture accordingly, sometimes turning his head to look back, sometimes lowering his head and smiling.

During her early idol training, she was instructed on how to take photos. Although she couldn't compare to professional models, she excelled in her naturalness, and her movements were full of youthful vibrancy and brightness.

"Are you done yet?"

"Okay, let's take a look."

Ding Heng handed over the camera.

Long He took it and looked through it.

Wow, bro, you're amazing!

She flipped through the photos one by one, sincerely praising, "This skill is no worse than the professional photographers who accompanied my team."

But as he flipped through the pages, Long He gradually slowed down, and his expression changed from excitement to confusion.

One, two, five, ten...

It was all women.

Beautiful woman!

Wearing all sorts of beautiful clothes and striking alluring poses, some of the photos are so explicit they make people blush.

Long He's face began to darken.

Ding Heng sensed something was wrong and immediately reached out to snatch back the camera, trying to change the subject: "Come on, let me take a few more pictures of you."

Long He snorted coldly: "No wonder, no wonder."

"Forehead……?"