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

The two "brother and sister" held hands, their palms warm.

Chapter 238: Catching Adultery (Part 1)

The National Day holiday is over, and life is returning to its normal routine.

Hua Qing flew back to the capital to continue her postgraduate studies and theater troupe rehearsals.

Wenjing's daily routine consisted of teaching, cooking, and managing the accounts. She also drove Zhao Yanxi to and from school every day and occasionally visited Wenshu at the villa. Her life was peaceful and fulfilling.

Lin Man continued to shuttle between Singapore and Hong Kong, and prepared her own internship certificate.

As for Baima...

More than a month into her college year, her initial excitement had largely worn off.

Her major was "Tourism Management," which, to put it nicely, trains talent for the tourism industry; to put it bluntly... in a school of this caliber, it's basically a get-rich-quick, all-purpose major.

Bai Ma didn't care, since her purpose in coming to university wasn't entirely pure anyway.

It was Friday, and after the last class in the afternoon, Baima returned to the dormitory with her three roommates.

People come and go on campus. In mid-October, Changsha finally has a touch of autumn. The ginkgo trees on both sides of the road are beginning to turn yellow, and the setting sun shines through the branches and leaves, casting dappled light and shadow.

The four returned to their dormitory and pushed open the door.

The newly built dormitory building has four-person rooms with bunk beds and desks, private bathrooms, air conditioning, and water heaters.

Although she complained to Ding Heng about the school every day, it was still only 30,000 yuan a year in tuition, so it couldn't be too bad.

Each floor also has a communal laundry room and activity room, decorated like a hotel apartment.

Sun Yao threw her textbook on the table: "I just can't concentrate on class after the holiday. My mind is still on the National Day holiday."

Zhou Ling sighed, "Me too... By the way, Baima, why are you several days late?"

Baima gave a perfunctory reply: "Oh, something happened back home."

"Hometown?"

Zhou Ling leaned closer and asked, "Bai Ma, you're from Tibet, right?"

"Correct."

Baima nodded, and everyone immediately found a new topic to talk about.

Sun Yao leaned closer and asked, "So, did you grow up on the plateau?"

"Yes, my hometown is in the Qiangtang area, at an altitude of over 4,700 meters."

"Holy crap..."

Sun Yao exclaimed in surprise: "Then you must be seeing snow-capped mountains and grasslands every day, riding horses and herding cattle?"

Baima couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Pretty much, I did ride horses every day when I was a kid."

Several people started asking questions all at once, such as "Is it very cold in Tibet?", "What do you usually eat?", "Can you speak Tibetan?", one random question after another.

Baima answered each question naturally and calmly, but avoided questions about her family background as much as possible.

After listening, Sun Yao clicked her tongue twice and asked, "So your family are herders? The kind who herd livestock?"

"That's it."

Baima smiled wryly: "My mother used to be a herdsman, and later she went into business."

Do you have many yaks?

"It's alright..."

Bai Ma scratched her face sheepishly.

Zhou Ling tilted her head and said, "Your family is a rancher, yet you're willing to spend 30,000 yuan a year to send you to a vocational college?"

Baima: "..."

Wu Siyu continued, "Also, Baima, why did you come all the way to Changsha to study at a junior college?"

"Hmm... I wanted to come out and take a look."

"It's not because of your 'good brother,' is it?"

Sun Yao's tone was ambiguous, and she even emphasized the words "good brother".

"That's part of the reason... but not entirely."

Baima neither denied it nor offered much explanation.

The roommates exchanged glances, their faces showing a knowing look.

Just as Zhou Ling was about to make another joke, Bai Ma's phone suddenly rang.

She took it out of her pocket, glanced at it, and then got up and ran outside.

"My brother's here to pick me up, bye-bye!"

Before he finished speaking, he had already disappeared through the doorway.

Baima jogged out of the school gate, glanced around, and soon spotted the familiar black Mercedes in a temporary parking space by the roadside.

"Brother!"

She excitedly ran over, and just as she was about to open the car door, she glanced up and saw Wenjing in the passenger seat.

Left with no other choice, Baima obediently sat in the back seat, only to discover that Zhao Yanxi was also there.

Zhao Yan looked out the window and joked, "Bai Ma, your university gate is quite impressive, isn't it?"

"Embroidered pillow".

Baima started complaining: "How can you charge 30,000 yuan a year for tuition if you don't make it look nice?"

Zhao Yanxi laughed out loud: "How's university life...?"

"Not very good."

Baima sighed, "Let's just get by for three years."

Zhao Yanxi then asked, "Are there any boys pursuing you?"

Baima was taken aback: "Huh?"

"You're so cute, surely someone would like your type, right?"

"Sister-in-law Yanxi, stop it..."

Baima waved her hand, her expression unnatural.

Zhao Yanxi continued, "But you'd better be careful... People who like your type, well... it's hard to say, right, Brother Ding Heng?"

Ding Heng, who was drinking water in front of him, choked a little and coughed twice when he heard this, but did not reply.

Bai Ma's expression became even more unnatural.

She wondered if it was just her imagination... but lately, Zhao Yanxi's gaze towards her had been a little strange.

Baima quickly changed the subject: "Brother, where are we going today?"

"Sister Wenjing is having her engagement banquet in Zhuzhou today."

Ding Heng slowly drove out of the parking space: "Didn't you always complain about being bored? Let me take you to join in the fun."

Baima blinked, recalling that Wenshu had mentioned it a few days ago.

Her older sister, Wenwan, and her boyfriend plan to get engaged in Zhuzhou first, and then hold their wedding in Shenzhen in December.

Should I go too?

"If you don't want to go, I can take you back to the villa, or you can go back to school and find Lin Man."

Ding Heng glanced at her through the rearview mirror: "You choose."

Back to the villa?

With Wen Shu gone, he was all alone in the empty house, playing video games until he was exhausted.

It's pathetic to even think about it.

Study abroad?

Baima's relationship with her roommates wasn't bad, but it wasn't particularly close either.

They chat and eat together in the dorm normally, but deep conversations are practically nonexistent. She's not interested in the celebrity gossip they talk about, they don't understand the games she plays, and their spending habits are worlds apart.

As for going to find Lin Man...

Whenever Lin Man has free time, she either works out, gets beauty treatments, does yoga, goes to spas, or occasionally goes shopping.

Last time, she accompanied Lin Man shopping out of boredom, acting as her bag carrier the whole time. She was exhausted and even teased for having "short legs".

"Me and my brother!"

Baima made a decisive choice, adding, "I promise not to cause any trouble."

Ding Heng gave a soft "hmm" and didn't say anything more.

The car entered the highway and headed towards Zhuzhou.

More than an hour later, the four arrived at a high-end hotel in Zhuzhou.

Wenwan's engagement banquet was held in the Chinese restaurant on the third floor.

Although it was called an engagement banquet, it was actually just a gathering of the bride's relatives. It was essentially a wedding ceremony split into two parts, held separately in the hometowns of both the bride and groom.

Wenjing's parents felt that their daughter's engagement was a big deal and that they should hold a ceremony in their hometown so they could collect some money as gifts.

The four got out of the car, and Zhao Yanxi suddenly stopped.

Wenjing turned to look at her: "Yan hope? What's wrong?"

Zhao Yanxi didn't speak, her gaze fixed on a silver Buick.

"That's my mom's car. Your family... invited my mom?"

"I...I don't know either."

Wenjing glanced at Ding Heng instinctively, her eyes filled with panic.