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

If the two families get together and accidentally let something slip... the consequences could be dire.

Ding Heng remained calm, glancing at Zhao Yanxi and then at Wen Jing.

He reassured her, "Don't worry about it, let's go up there and talk about it."

After going upstairs, Wenjing went to Wenwan's dressing room first, while Zhao Yanxi and Ding Heng walked towards the banquet hall.

Baima followed behind, trying to minimize her presence.

The banquet hall was small, with about ten round tables.

The guests hadn't all arrived yet; they were sitting in twos and threes chatting.

Zhao Yanxi scanned the hall and quickly located Zhou Rongmei's position, then softly called out.

"mom."

Zhou Rongmei turned around and saw her daughter, and was taken aback at first. She asked curiously, "Why are you here?"

“Wenjing’s sister is getting engaged, so I came with her.”

Zhao Yanxi sat down next to Zhou Rongmei, trying to sound as natural as possible.

Zhou Rongmei said "Oh," and her gaze naturally fell on Zhao Yanxi's back.

Ding Heng walked over and nodded to her: "Hello, Auntie."

"Xiao Ding is here too?"

Zhou Rongmei smiled and greeted, "Sit down, sit down, this young lady is..."

"Hello Auntie."

Baima greeted him politely and introduced herself: "My name is Baima Yangjin, and I am Ding Heng's younger sister."

"younger sister?"

Zhou Rongmei knew that Ding Heng had lost his mother, so she didn't press him for details. She smiled politely and asked, "How old are you? Are you in junior high school?"

Bai Ma's lips twitched: "Auntie, I'm a freshman in college."

Zhou Rong quickly tried to make amends: "Oh, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry... Which university do you go to?"

"..."

Baima was too ashamed to answer.

Zhao Yanxi chimed in at the opportune moment, her tone displeased: "Mom, are you trying to investigate criminals like Dad?"

Zhou Rongmei glared at her daughter, annoyed: "You little brat, how can you talk to your mother like that? I was just asking."

From Zhou Rongmei's perspective, Ding Heng seems like a good future son-in-law, and she should get to know his family better.

Zhao Yanxi asked again, "Mom, where's Dad?"

Zhou Rongmei waved her hand: "Don't you know your dad? How could he possibly have time to come to a wedding? Something came up at work, and he disappeared early this morning."

Just as Zhao Yanxi was about to say something more, she suddenly caught a glimpse of a figure out of the corner of her eye.

Wen Shu.

Ding Heng also noticed Wen Shu at the same time, and their eyes met, immediately understanding each other.

"Auntie, I'm going out to answer a phone call."

Ding Heng excused himself and left, walking out of the banquet hall one after the other with Wen Shu.

Zhao Yanxi watched Ding Heng's figure disappear, her fingers unconsciously stroking the teacup.

Zhou Rongmei noticed her daughter's state and asked with concern, "Yan hope, what are you spacing out about?"

"nothing."

Zhao Yanxi looked away, picked up her teacup and took a sip, her heart racing.

I hope nothing bad happens today...

Outside the banquet hall, Wen Shu looked up and smiled at Ding Heng.

"Brother-in-law."

"Ah."

"My older sister and my parents would like to invite you over."

Wen Shu was a little embarrassed: "Do you... have a convenient time?"

"It's convenient, let's go."

Ding Heng readily agreed.

Despite his reluctance to put on airs, he had come with Wenjing and had no intention of putting on airs.

"Thank you, brother-in-law..."

Wen Shu secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

What she, or rather her whole family, fears most now is that Ding Heng will not give her face.

You should know that the car her father drove to the engagement banquet today to make an appearance was the Volkswagen that Ding Heng bought for Wenjing...

At the end of the banquet hall corridor is a lounge specially prepared by the hotel for newlyweds.

Wen Wan was sitting in front of the dressing table, touching up her makeup in front of the mirror.

In terms of facial features alone, Wenwan is not as refined as Wenjing... Her cheekbones are too high and her chin is too pointed, lacking the soft and rounded lines of Wenjing.

But there are some resemblances, and with the help of makeup skills, she can be considered a pretty girl.

A knock came at the door.

Wen Shu pushed the door open and stepped aside.

"Dad, Mom, my brother-in-law is here."

The three people in the room stood up at the same time.

Luo Guihua moved the fastest, almost springing up.

She hurried to greet him, her face beaming with smiles, her tone both attentive and cautious: "Little Ding's here? Come in, come in quickly, don't just stand there."

Ding Heng walked in confidently and said, "Hello, Auntie. Hello, Uncle."

Wen Dahai smiled awkwardly: "Xiao Ding, hello, hello."

"Uncle, you're too kind."

Ding Heng turned his gaze to Wen Wan and said proactively, "Congratulations, sister! Brother-in-law!"

I gave them face, but that was all.

"Thank you."

Wen Wan responded in a stutter, standing upright.

She was still replaying the phone call between Ding Heng and her more than a year ago in her mind, and her nervousness was visibly palpable.

Previously, she only knew that Wenjing had found a boyfriend with a very powerful background, but she didn't really understand at first. However, after hearing Wenshu mention it to her parents these past few days, she started to feel uneasy.

If Ding Heng were to hold a grudge against her, even her parents might not help her.

The group chatted for a few more minutes, exchanging nothing more than polite pleasantries, before preparing to return to their seats.

On the way back, Wenjing gently put her arm around Ding Heng's and asked in a low voice, "Is Yan hope alright?"

Ding Heng patted the back of her hand: "Don't worry, I can handle it."

For Ding Heng, the worst outcome is either to confess or to use hypnosis; in short, it's all within his control.

Back in the banquet hall, Ding Heng returned to his usual seat, and Wen Jing followed him.

"Hello Auntie."

She sat down and greeted everyone politely.

Zhou Rongmei couldn't help but ask curiously, "Wenjing?! Your sister is getting engaged, aren't you supposed to sit at the head table?"

Wenjing said nervously, "I've come to keep Yanxi company..."

"You two have a really good relationship."

Zhou Rongmei remarked with emotion, "We've been inseparable since we were little, and we're still inseparable now that we're in college."

"That's not."

Zhao Yan took Wen Jing's arm and leaned closer, temporarily ignoring the man beside her.

Baima silently watched the scene before her, her admiration for Zhao Yanxi growing stronger.

What a heartless traitor! He's completely siding with outsiders!

For a man, she even lied to her own mother?

Without even blushing or skipping a beat!

What if it were her? Zhou Rongmei replaced by Qu Zhen?

Baima shook her head, not daring to think any further...

Zhou Rongmei suddenly asked jokingly, "Wenjing, your sister's engagement was quite a grand affair. Have you thought about what kind of wedding you'll have in the future?"

Wenjing almost dropped her chopsticks.

Zhao Yanxi came to her rescue: "Mom, why are you asking this? She's only a sophomore, you're thinking too far ahead."

"Ask what's wrong?"

Zhou Rongmei didn't take it seriously: "You young people nowadays, when you date, you don't even have marriage in mind?"

"me……"

Wenjing stammered, and subconsciously replied, "I... I'll follow Yan Xi's arrangements!"

"Follow Yan Xi's arrangements?"

Zhou Rongmei was taken aback, not understanding why.

Zhao Yanxi quickly chimed in, "Mom, Wenjing means she plans to have the same kind of wedding as me."