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

Whether it's buying a car or showing off in public, Zhao Yanxi and her friends have probably experienced it all.

Going through it again feels like being given charity or compensation.

So she felt awkward and uncomfortable...

Besides, Ding Heng already has many girlfriends, but he only has one sister!

If you're going to do something, do it uniquely!

Ding Heng smiled with satisfaction and reached out to pat Bai Ma's head.

"Silly girl, you were always like that..."

Chapter 248: Normal Sibling Interaction?

One month later.

Bai Ma drove her brand-new Porsche out of the dealership, her three roommates crammed into the back seat, chattering incessantly.

"Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap, this interior is so high-end!"

"Bai Ma, drive slowly, let me experience it a little longer."

"From now on, our dorm will be the most stylish place on campus when we go out!"

Baima gripped the steering wheel tightly, occasionally offering a perfunctory reply.

The sunlight outside the car was gentle, and the atmosphere inside was relaxed.

Everything is fine.

Aside from the small balance in her WeChat wallet.

Last night, Baima made a special phone call to Quzhen, trying to subtly probe her intentions.

"Mom, I've picked up my car."

"Ah."

"Um... the ongoing car maintenance costs..."

"I didn't buy the car?"

Baima choked on his words.

Two thousand yuan.

Own a Porsche.

Qu Zhen's meaning was clear: since Ding Heng bought the car, it should naturally be under Ding Heng's control.

But Baima was too embarrassed to speak, or rather, she hadn't yet figured out how to start...

After dropping off her three roommates at their dorm, Baima turned the car around and drove towards the duplex apartment by the Xiangjiang River.

I went upstairs and opened the door; the living room was quiet.

Zhao Yanxi and Wen Jing were not there; only Lin Man was lying alone on the sofa applying a face mask, her long, fair, and shapely legs crossed.

"Sister Man."

Baima sat on one of the armrests, put her hands on Lin Man's shoulders, and began to gently pat them: "Sister Man, you've worked so hard these past few days, running to Hong Kong and busy with the company, you've lost weight..."

Lin Man didn't move, and a vague answer came from under the face mask.

Why are you being so well-behaved today?

"When have I ever been naughty?"

Bai Ma chuckled twice, increasing the pressure on her hand, her expression full of flattery.

Lin Man reached out and peeled off the face mask, tossed it into the nearby trash can, and turned to look at her.

Baima casually tossed the car keys onto the coffee table.

Lin Man glanced at it and raised an eyebrow: "Oh, you picked up your car? Congratulations."

"What's there to congratulate me on?"

Baima slumped onto the side sofa, her two short legs sticking up: "I simply can't afford to raise her."

Are you in such a predicament right now?

"Sister Man, you know perfectly well that my mom only gives me two thousand a month. Two thousand yuan—in Xingcheng, to maintain a Porsche, would I have to sell my blood?"

Baima started complaining: "Fuel costs, insurance, parking fees, maintenance... just a quick calculation shows it costs three or four thousand a month. I can't possibly drive out to drive for Didi every day after class, can I?"

Lin Man chuckled but didn't reply.

Bai Ma sat up, leaned close to Lin Man, and took her arm, her voice soft and affectionate.

"Sister Man, we've known each other the longest. I've spent so much money at your gaming parlor, you'll help me out, right?"

"Definitely."

"Sister Man!"

Bai Ma was overjoyed and was about to rush over when Lin Man added another sentence.

"I'll write a report to the boss right away, explaining your car maintenance expenses."

Baima froze, her expression shifting from surprise to sorrow.

"No, Sister Man!"

"What? Didn't you ask me to help you?"

"I asked you to help, not to tell the brother..."

Bai Ma frantically shook Lin Man's arm: "Couldn't you secretly introduce me to a part-time job or something? Or put in a good word with my mom for me? If all else fails, could you lend me some money, and I'll pay you back later..."

Lin Man let Bai Ma whine and slowly said, "Bai Ma, use your brain. Since the boss bought you a car, wouldn't he have considered that you can't afford to maintain it?"

"Sister Man, you mean..."

"What I mean is, the boss might just be waiting for you to speak up."

Baima frowned, thought seriously for two seconds, and then slumped onto the sofa in dejection.

“I guess my brother is waiting for me to go over and make his demands. He’ll then tell me to work part-time to earn money and then give me pocket money according to a certain percentage.”

"What are you afraid of? Didn't you make two thousand last time?"

"Last time was last time, this time is different."

"What's different?"

“Last time I wanted to buy a car myself, but this time he bought it for me on his own initiative. He gives me something voluntarily, and then he expects me to exchange it for something else. Isn't he just making a fool of me?”

Lin Man chuckled.

"Bai Ma, when did you become so shrewd?"

"You're making it sound like I was stupid in the past!"

Baima puffed out her chest, then quickly deflated: "But what's the use of being shrewd? If you're still broke, you're still broke..."

Just as Lin Man was about to say something more, the door suddenly opened, and the two of them turned around at the same time.

Ding Heng entered the house and casually took off his coat and hung it on the hanger.

Lin Man and Bai Ma stood up at the same time.

"boss."

"Brother."

Ding Heng grunted in response, his gaze falling on the coffee table, where he spotted the Porsche key.

"Have you picked up the car?"

"Yeah, just drove it back."

Baima nodded: "The formalities are all completed, and the license plate will be mailed in two weeks."

"Can you get used to driving it?"

Ding Heng walked over, picked up the car keys and rubbed them in his hand: "With your short legs, can you even step on the gas pedal after you get in?"

Baima snapped, "My legs aren't short! Don't look down on me, you stinky brother!"

Ding Heng chuckled and reached out to ruffle her hair.

Baima's hair was ruffled and messed up. She tried to dodge but couldn't, so she pouted and sat back down.

Ding Heng turned to Lin Man: "By the way, about Bai Ma's car, can you arrange the maintenance and fuel costs? Also, give her a little extra pocket money so she doesn't complain to me about being broke at the end of the month."

"clear."

Lin Man answered decisively and was already calculating in her mind which account would be the most suitable.

Only Baima stood there dumbfounded.

That's it?

She was just hesitating about whether to speak up, afraid that Ding Heng would make demands.

As a result, Ding Heng casually mentioned something and arranged everything for her.

There's no need for part-time gambling, and certainly no need to sign any "unequal treaties."

A very simple sentence.

Bai Ma wanted to ask more questions, but Ding Heng had already turned to Lin Man, his tone becoming more serious.

"Manager Huang from Hong Kong said there's a problem with the contract. Could you go there and talk to her in person? If there's still a problem, I'll make time to go over there."

"I'll book the tickets right away and head over there immediately."

"Okay, send me a message when you land."

"Understood, boss. I'll go change my clothes."

Lin Man got up and went upstairs with light steps.

Baima sat on the sofa, watching Lin Man's figure disappear around the corner of the stairs, her mind still preoccupied with the car.