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

The two of them talked back and forth, neither willing to give in.

Ding Heng quietly activated his True Sight Eyes.

The information flow unfolds before my eyes—

Nyima Tsomu, 43 years old, is the youngest sister of Pema's father.

Quzhen's marriage was bad back then, so she also had a bad relationship with Nyima Tsomu.

After Quzhen became wealthy, her relatives followed suit and rose to prominence, with most of them moving away from the harsh climate of the snowy region.

Qu Zhen never cared about her husband's relatives from beginning to end.

Nima Tsomu's husband is an ordinary herdsman with modest means. Their daughter suffers from congenital heart disease and needs surgery.

Last year, Quzhen accompanied a leader to inspect the county's poverty alleviation projects. Nima Cuomu somehow got wind of this and blocked the village entrance. In front of the leader, she called Quzhen "sister-in-law," cried about her family's difficulties, and begged for help.

Qu Zhen, feeling pressured in front of the high-ranking leader, immediately promised to help resolve the child's medical and educational issues.

Later, Quzhen did arrange for someone to follow up, but Nima Tsomu found it troublesome and felt that it would be more practical to just give money directly.

As time went by, the illness has dragged on until now, and the child's illness is still not cured.

In the living room, Pema and Nyima Tsomu were still arguing in Tibetan.

"enough!"

Baima suddenly roared.

Nima Tsomu was taken aback by her shout and simply pushed her daughter in front of her.

"Dawa, call me 'sister'!"

"elder sister."

Eight-year-old Dawa looked up at Pema and timidly called out in Tibetan.

Baima's furrowed brows relaxed again.

The sight of Dawa reminded her of her childhood, making it impossible for her to harden her heart.

Baima softened her tone: "It's not convenient to stay at home, so I'll arrange for you and Dawa to go to a hotel first. If there's anything else, wait for my mother to come back and handle it."

Nima Tsomu quickly asked, "When will she be back?"

"do not know."

"Then I'll wait."

Nima Tsomu slung her backpack over her shoulder again: "Anyway, the hotel you arranged should be more comfortable than home."

Baima was speechless with anger at her "I'm not afraid of boiling water" attitude. She gritted her teeth and took a deep breath.

How did you find me here?

“I asked the mayor.”

Nima Tsomu said sarcastically, "Didn't he come to wish your mother a Happy New Year last year? He went back and told everyone how big and big your mother's house is now, and how she's found a new man and is getting married..."

"What do you mean?"

Bai Ma's eyes turned cold.

"It doesn't mean anything."

Nima Tsomu feigned concern and said, "I just feel sorry for your dad, he died so young..."

The atmosphere in the living room suddenly froze.

Lin Man went downstairs, while Zhao Yanxi, Wen Jing, and Hua Qing returned and watched quietly in the living room.

Although Pema and Nyima Tsomu spoke Tibetan, no one except Ding Heng, who had activated his True Sight, could understand them.

But everyone could still sense that something was off about the atmosphere.

Baima turned to the crowd and forced a smile.

“A relative came to see my mom because she has some family matters to attend to. I’ll take her to the hotel first. You guys go about your business and don’t worry about me.”

After saying that, she walked towards the door first.

Nima Tsomu followed behind her, and Dawa jogged after her.

The door closed.

More than an hour later, Baima returned to the villa and joked and bickered with Zhao Yanxi and the others as usual, showing no signs of anything unusual.

However, he went to bed early after dinner, looking very tired.

early morning.

Ding Heng used all his skills and effort to finally coax the girls to sleep.

He tiptoed out of the room and knocked lightly on Baima's door.

"Pema?"

"Come in."

Ding Heng pushed open the door and went in.

Baima sat cross-legged on the bed, her hair disheveled, looking rather listless.

"Brother, why aren't you asleep yet?"

"Come and see you."

Ding Heng sat down by the bed: "Are you alright?"

"It's nothing."

Baima shook her head: "It's just a relative coming over, don't worry, someone has already taken care of it."

"How should we handle this?"

"What else can we do?"

Bai Ma shrugged: "Her daughter has a heart problem and wants to come to Chengdu for treatment and to find a good school to study at. We should help her if we can. It won't cost much anyway. My mom will just consider it an act of charity."

"that's it?"

"if not?"

Baima sighed helplessly, "Brother, you don't think she can cause any more trouble, do you? My mother has seen all kinds of people in her life. If she can't even handle this little thing, what kind of boss is she?"

Ding Heng didn't say anything, but Bai Ma seemed guilty and reached out to pat Ding Heng's arm.

"Don't worry, brother, everything's fine."

Ding Heng suddenly raised his hand and cupped Bai Ma's face in his hands.

Bai Ma was stunned for a moment.

The two had had intimate interactions before, but Ding Heng's sudden move to close the distance felt completely different to her.

Ding Heng's hands were rough, his palms were warm, and his thumb gently rubbed them.

"Pema".

"Ok?"

"I'll go back with you."

"what!?"

"Just think of it as helping me broaden my horizons."

"I……"

Baima hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.

She didn't speak, and Ding Heng didn't urge her.

Baima asked worriedly, "What about my sisters-in-law?"

"Let them stay in Chengdu for a few days, and go back home after the National Day holiday."

Ding Heng chuckled gently.

"I'll stay with you first!"

In an instant, Baima's heart began to race.

"alright."

After a long while, Baima finally relented: "Then... how long until we leave?"

"Now."

"Now?!"

Bai Ma raised her voice by half an octave, then quickly covered her mouth and glanced towards the door.

Only after confirming there was no movement did she let go, feeling extremely guilty.

"What time is it now?"

"Shhh."

Ding Heng put his index finger to his lips: "Keep your voice down, it took me a lot of effort to get your sisters-in-law to sleep."

"you……"

Before Baima could say anything more, Ding Heng got up and walked towards the door.

"Go change your clothes, I'll wait for you downstairs. Is twenty minutes enough?"

"it is good……"

Baima responded.

The door closed gently, and Ding Heng's footsteps faded into the distance.

Baima's heart was beating very fast.

It feels like they're about to have an affair and elope...