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

"Oh……"

Wen Shu picked up the spoon again and stirred the porridge in the bowl.

Baima raised her head and glanced at her.

"Xiaoshu, did you not sleep well last night?"

"good."

Wen Shu gave a perfunctory reply, still stirring the food in the bowl with her spoon.

Bai Ma looked at her with her chin in her hand.

"Xiao Shu".

"Ok?"

"Is there something you want to ask me?"

Wen Shu paused, then looked up and met Bai Ma's gaze.

"No."

"It's written all over your face."

Baima feigned maturity and experience: "Go ahead and say it. After all, I'm a year older than you, so I can still give you some life advice."

"……puff……"

Looking at Baima's youthful face, Wenshu finally couldn't hold back and laughed for a while before she could catch her breath.

“Bai Ma, tell me the truth.”

"Ah."

"How many girlfriends does my brother-in-law have?"

Baima blinked.

Why are you asking this?

"I just want to know."

Wen Shu lowered her head and stared at the red dates floating in the bowl.

"My sister, Yan Xi, Hua Qing, and that Lin Man... are all four of them with my brother-in-law...?"

The words were not finished, but the meaning was already very clear.

Baima picked up the bowl of porridge again and took a sip.

Didn't your sister tell you?

"No."

Wen Shu shook her head: "She's shy, she would never tell me something like this, even if you beat her to death."

"Then what do you think?"

"I……"

Wen Shu hesitated, as if she wanted to say something but then stopped.

What do you think?

She felt it was inappropriate.

This is highly inappropriate.

It's unacceptable for a man to be with several women at the same time, no matter where you look at it.

But her sister did so willingly, and she was indeed living a better life than before, so Wen Shu didn't know what grounds she should stand on to oppose it, or rather, she had no right to do so at all.

Seeing the conflicted look on her face, Baima sighed softly.

"Xiao Shu".

"Ok?"

Do you think your sister is happy now?

Wen Shu was stunned.

Pema continued, "Or do you think she was forced by the prince? Forced into it?"

Wen Shu remained silent.

Are you happy?

When Wenjing is with Ding Heng, the corners of her mouth are always slightly upturned, and that smile comes from the bottom of her heart.

She had never seen her sister laugh like that in the past decade or so.

Baima continued, "Um, tilapia... have you heard of them?"

Wen Shu looked up, her face blank.

What kind of fish?

"That...that..."

Baima scratched his head, trying hard to remember.

"It's that—you're not a fish, how would you know..."

"Zifeiyu, know the joy of fish?"

Wen Shu blurted it out.

"Yes, yes, yes!"

Baima slapped her thigh: "That's it! You're not your sister, don't get too involved."

Wen Shu was speechless once again.

Baima put down the bowl of porridge and leaned forward slightly.

"Think about it, Sister-in-law Hua Qing, a graduate student at the Beijing Dance Academy, has won the Lotus Award. The men who pursue her could line up from Yuelu Mountain to the Xiangjiang River. What does she want? Money? Her family is not short of money. Her father is an inheritor of Hunan embroidery, an intangible cultural heritage, and her mother has run a travel agency in Fenghuang for more than ten years. Although her family is not extremely wealthy, they would not sell themselves for money."

Wen Shu pursed her lips and didn't say anything.

Baima continued, "Lin Man, her maternal grandfather has businesses in Hunan and Guangdong provinces. She has lived a life of luxury since childhood, and there has never been a shortage of men fawning over her. Why would she willingly become the prince's secretary? Do you really think she's just short of that little bit of salary?"

Wen Shu gripped the bowl of porridge tightly.

"Whether it's Sister-in-law Hua Qing or Sister-in-law Lin Man, they're not fools. The reason they're so devoted to the prince is definitely because he has the ability."

Baima concluded, "So stop worrying about it. Your sister is an adult. If she doesn't want to, who can force her?"

Wen Shu lowered her head, staring at the porridge in the bowl that had gone cold.

She knew that Baima was being sophistical, but she couldn't find a reason to refute her.

"Pema".

"Ok?"

Why... do you keep speaking up for your brother-in-law?

Baima paused for a second, then answered matter-of-factly, "He's my brother. If I don't speak up for him, who will?"

"elder brother?"

Wen Shu looked up at her, her tone subtle: "You really treat him like a brother?"

"Uh... what else?"

Bai Ma's smile appeared slightly awkward, and her voice grew softer and softer.

He seemed incredibly guilty...

Chapter 241: Brothers Help Sell Goods

Monday morning.

Ding Heng went into the teaching building as usual to attend class at 8 a.m. There were originally four people in the dormitory, but now only Liu Chiwang was there.

Qian Pu stayed in bed, while Chen Mo said he was called by the teacher to participate in an activity.

"Good morning, Lao Ding!"

"morning!"

After a brief greeting, Ding Heng sat down and began the lesson, but he was already feeling drowsy.

Suddenly, my phone screen lit up and a video message popped up.

【A Sunny Day Amidst a Sea of ​​Flowers】: [Private Vlog - Week 14]

Ding Heng raised an eyebrow.

First, take a look at the time: 8:13 AM.

Hua Qing should be in the rehearsal hall at this time. Did she sneak into the dressing room to record this during a break from dance practice?

Was it recorded last night and scheduled to be sent?

The cover shows Hua Qing standing in front of the mirror in her new home's dance studio, wearing a simple light gray practice outfit, still exuding a cool and aloof aura.

But considering the possible content, Ding Heng didn't click on it, deciding to wait until no one was around before taking the time to enjoy it.

The second message followed immediately.

【A Sea of ​​Flowers Under a Sunny Day】: [Melancholy.jpg]

A tiny figure dressed in pink and white Hanfu was lying in a corner, with a dark cloud hanging above its head, and its expression was extremely resentful.

Ding Heng's heart skipped a beat as he suddenly remembered that he hadn't gone to the capital this week.

[Ding Heng]: Senior, the National Day holiday just ended, and you already miss me?

The reply came very quickly.

【Flower Sea Sunny Day】: Who misses you? It's just that someone broke their promise, so I'm just reminding them.

His stiff tone made you feel awkward even through the screen.