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

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

Zhou Rongmei was both amused and exasperated: "Can weddings be the same? Are you getting married or is she getting married?"

"Maybe together."

Zhao Yanxi chuckled and hugged Wenjing tighter again.

"We're closer than sisters, aren't we, Xiao Jingjing?"

Chapter 239: Catching the Adulterer (Part 2)

Zhou Rongmei didn't take her daughter's joke at the dinner table seriously.

She glanced at the time, stood up, and straightened her clothes: "I have to go now, I have a meeting at work this afternoon."

Zhao Yanxi was taken aback: "Mom, aren't you going to wait for me?"

"What are you waiting for me for?"

Zhou Rongmei picked up her bag and said politely to Ding Heng, "Xiao Ding, come back for dinner with Yan hope later."

"Okay, Auntie."

Ding Heng nodded, stood up, and politely saw him off for two steps.

Zhou Rongmei waved her hand, indicating that he didn't need to follow, and turned to walk out of the banquet hall.

For her, the two families didn't have much interaction, and she was only here today because of Wenjing.

After all, my daughter and Wenjing grew up together and are like sisters. It's only right and proper for her to come and support her family's happy occasion.

Now that her daughter has come in person, there's no need for her to stay any longer.

Zhao Yanxi watched her mother's figure disappear through the doorway, then let out a long sigh: "That scared me to death..."

Wenjing was equally shaken: "Your mom... didn't find anything, did she?"

"Probably not."

Zhao Yanxi shook her head and leaned closer to Wenjing, teasingly saying, "But little Jingjing, your reaction just now was too obvious. Who knows, my mom might have noticed something amiss."

Wenjing reached out and pinched her: "You still dare to talk!"

"Okay, okay, I won't say anymore."

The two girls started bickering.

After she had finished joking around, Zhao Yanxi's smile faded: "Xiao Jingjing, what are your plans next?"

"I have to go to my sister's place later to help out and deal with some relatives."

"Maybe I should go back to Xingcheng first, to avoid any more trouble."

Zhao Yanxi was overly understanding and her quiet demeanor revealed a hint of embarrassment.

"That's not good..."

"What's wrong with it?"

Zhao Yanxi said frankly, "We're sisters who share the same bed! Why are you being so polite with me?"

Wenjing's face flushed red instantly, and he kicked her under the table again.

Just as Zhao Yanxi was about to make another teasing remark, Ding Heng walked back and sat down.

He instructed, "Yan hope, you go to your hotel room to rest first. I'll help Wen Jing deal with her family, and then we'll go to your house for dinner later."

Zhao Yanxi was taken aback: "Go to my house?"

"Since we're already here..."

Ding Heng picked up his chopsticks again. "You have to show your face, otherwise your parents might have something to say."

Zhao Yanxi gave a soft "oh," understanding that Ding Heng was trying to fetch water.

It's only right that I come to Wenjing's house to help out, and it's also only right that I go to her house for a meal.

Treat everyone equally, without favoritism.

After the meal, Zhao Yanxi left, and Wenjing's relatives began to gather around.

Wenjing's family is an ordinary working-class family in Zhuzhou. Most of her relatives have similar backgrounds, and when they get together, they talk about nothing more than wages, houses, and children's schooling.

Wenjing introduced them one by one.

"This is my second uncle, this is my second aunt. This is my eldest uncle, this is my eldest aunt..."

Ding Heng is cheerful, generous, and has a very sweet tongue.

They greeted the uncles and aunts warmly, and when asked occasionally "Where do you go to school?" or "What does your family do?", they responded politely and respectfully.

While he was dealing with his relatives, his cell phone kept vibrating in his pocket.

While taking a sip of my drink, I saw that all the messages were from Zhao Yanxi.

[Lucky Zhao]: [Image]

[Lucky Zhao]: Brother Ding Heng!

In the video, Zhao Yanxi is lying on her back on a hotel bed, with the camera panning down from above, her neckline open.

[Lucky Zhao]: I'm so bored! Come back and keep me company! [Kitten rolling around.jpg]

Ding Heng put away his phone without changing his expression and continued chatting with Wenjing's uncle about everyday matters.

A while later, my phone vibrated again.

[Lucky Zhao]: [Image]

This time it's a selfie in the bathroom. Zhao Yanxi stands in front of the sink, wrapped in a bath towel, her lips slightly pouting, winking at the camera.

[Lucky Zhao]: Just finished showering, smells so good! [cat winking.jpg]

Ding Heng took a deep breath and typed on the bottom of the screen.

[Ding Heng]: Stop fooling around, we're helping Wenjing deal with her relatives.

[Lucky Little Zhao]: They didn't ask you to come back now, they just wanted to show you [sad little cat.jpg]

[Lucky Zhao]: Besides, don't you want to see it?

Then came another towel, pulled down to reveal an even deeper curve.

Ding Heng felt a faint heat rising in his lower abdomen.

He glanced at Wenjing.

Wenjing was chatting with an aunt and didn't notice his strange behavior.

Ding Heng lowered his head and typed rapidly with his fingers.

[Ding Heng]: You wait, I'll deal with you tonight.

【Lucky Zhao】: [Cat looking forward to it.jpg]

[Lucky Zhao]: How am I supposed to pack? They didn't bring any luggage and didn't prepare anything.

[Ding Heng]: Zhuzhou is so big, can't you buy it yourself?

[Lucky Zhao]: [Surprised kitten.jpg]

[Lucky Zhao]: Brother Ding Heng, are you serious?

[Ding Heng]: Buy the quiet one too.

【Lucky Zhao】: [Kitten nodding obediently.jpg]

[Lucky Zhao]: Yes, sir! Mission accomplished!

Ding Heng put his phone in his pocket, picked up his teacup, took a sip, and suppressed the anger in his lower abdomen.

Wenjing, who had just finished dealing with her aunt, noticed Ding Heng's unusual behavior.

"how?"

"It's alright, the tea is just a little hot."

Ding Heng put down his cup without changing his expression and asked in return, "Are you tired?"

"Fortunately."

Wenjing rubbed her temples: "I'm just not used to it."

"It's something we all have to go through."

"Um……"

Wenjing didn't say anything more.

Finally, the guests gradually left.

[Lucky Zhao]: [Image]

[Lucky Zhao]: Brother Ding Heng, I bought a lot, see which one you like.

[Ding Heng]: Wait for me downstairs.

Ding Heng put away his phone and made an excuse to leave first.

He had barely left when Wen Shu arrived, carrying a paper bag containing casual clothes she had prepared in advance.

Wen Shu tugged at her bridesmaid dress: "Sister, have you booked your room yet? I want to go change my clothes; this outfit is too awkward."

Wenjing took out a room key from her bag and handed it over: "808, you go up first, I'll wait for your brother-in-law to come back."

Wen Shu took the room key, nodded, turned around and stepped into the elevator, pressing the button for the 8th floor. The elevator doors slowly closed.

She leaned against the elevator wall and let out a long breath.

My feet are so sore from a busy day.

The elevator stopped on the eighth floor and the doors opened.

Wen Shu found the door number 808 and quickly swiped her card to enter.

She placed the paper bag on the sofa, took off her bridesmaid dress and high heels, and stepped barefoot onto the carpet to stretch her ankles slightly.