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

Ding Heng interrupted her again: "I've already told Aunt Quzhen about this beforehand, and she did me a favor by letting me trust you one more time. She said you're capable and loyal, but you've been stuck working as a nanny for Baima for too long and are too eager to make money."

Manager Huang nervously swallowed.

Ding Heng put down his coffee cup: "The money you've earned, totaling around two million, should be just enough for this year-end bonus, right?"

Manager Huang immediately replied sensibly, "Boss, I understand. I guarantee not a penny less."

There will be no next time.

Ding Heng stood up and patted her on the shoulder: "After the New Year, pay more attention to the company's expansion. There will be many more things for you to worry about in the future."

Simply put, Ding Heng is just an ordinary person. Even if he gains extraordinary power, he doesn't have many ideals or ambitions, and he doesn't want to actively challenge the rules of the secular world.

If he truly intended to be a good boss, he would have severely punished Manager Huang today and established his authority among the employees.

But as I said before, Hengbai Capital is just a tool for Ding Heng, and it works well for him so far, so there's no need to make too many adjustments.

He doesn't need the employees' admiration, nor does he need Manager Huang's absolute loyalty.

As long as the tools can continue to function and guarantee him sufficient worldly material enjoyment, that's enough.

It was almost 10 o'clock when we got back to the hotel.

Wenjing and Huaqing nestled on the sofa in the living room, with a local Hong Kong Lunar New Year program playing on the TV.

Upon seeing Ding Heng enter, the two turned their heads simultaneously.

"came back?"

Wenjing stood up, took the suit jacket he had taken off, and hung it on the hanger.

Hua Qing didn't move, but picked up her teacup and took a small sip.

Lin Man walked out of the bedroom, now wearing a light gray slip dress, her long hair loose, looking relaxed and casual.

"Boss, are you done talking?"

"Ah."

Ding Heng walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and gazed at the night view of Victoria Harbour.

The night view of Hong Kong is completely different from that of Star City. The harbor is bustling and noisy, with the lights of the high-rise buildings on both sides reflected on the sea.

The skyscrapers of Central stand side by side, and even as the year draws to a close, behind every lit window, countless people are busy making a living.

Meanwhile, he stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window on the 36th floor, enjoying the blessings of having multiple wives, and had just casually distributed year-end bonuses of over a million.

Ding Heng exhaled softly, and a small patch of white mist appeared on the glass.

I heard soft footsteps behind me.

Wenjing walked to his side and stood quietly without saying a word.

Hua Qing also came over and stood on his other side, equally silent.

Lin Man wrapped her arms around his waist from behind, resting her chin on his shoulder, her breath warm.

"Boss, what are you thinking about?"

"nothing."

Ding Heng raised his hand and placed it on the back of Lin Man's hand.

"I just think...it's pretty good."

None of the three women spoke.

Lin Man made the first move.

She released Ding Heng's waist, walked around to face him, and stood on tiptoe to wrap her arms around his neck.

"Boss, they haven't given out their year-end bonuses yet."

What do you want?

"I want to be filled by my boss!"

"greedy."

Ding Heng chuckled softly, then turned his gaze to Wen Jing and Hua Qing beside him, pulling them into his arms, one in each hand.

"Go and draw the curtains."

"clear."

Lin Man obediently responded and pressed the button on the wall, and the electric curtains slowly closed.

The moment the light disappeared, the room was plunged into complete darkness.

The friction of clothing, the contact of skin, the suppressed breathing.

Ding Heng's senses, enhanced by the system, were amplified to the extreme in the darkness. Three bodies pressed against him, their temperature, breath, and touch intertwined.

His rough, large hands roamed in the darkness, from his collarbone to his waist, and from his waist to his thigh.

Every inch of her skin responded to his touch, slightly warm and trembling.

Finally, the mattress sank in.

Length of night.

A sliver of light peeks through the gap in the curtains—the sleepless lights of Victoria Harbour…

Chapter 256: A Lively New Year

On Lunar New Year's Eve, the sky over Changsha was overcast, unusually free of rain or snow, though the wind was blowing hard.

Ding Heng stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the duplex apartment, a dark face on his phone screen.

"Alright, that's enough, the signal's bad. Please wish your grandparents a Happy New Year for me."

Ding Wenjie hung up the phone hastily.

He's still the same as always, not going home on New Year's Eve, but hiding in a remote mountain village in southwestern China, belonging to a minority group.

"Ding Heng, is Uncle not coming back again?"

After hanging up the phone, Wenjing peeked out from the kitchen and asked a question.

You'll get used to it.

Ding Heng put his phone in his pocket and asked, "Are you ready? It's time to go to Grandma's."

Wenjing hadn't even taken off her apron yet, her hands still covered in flour: "Okay, okay, Grandma just called to urge us, saying the dumpling filling is all ready and she's just waiting for us to come over and wrap them."

"Then go change your clothes quickly."

"Ah."

Wenjing responded and turned to walk towards the dressing room.

Footsteps echoed down the stairs, one after the other, as Hua Qing and Lin Man walked down the stairs.

"Sister Qing, don't be so tense, relax."

"I didn't tense up."

Hua Qing wouldn't admit it, but she stood up straight, as if calmly going to her death.

"Isn't this what you call 'tight'?"

Lin Man laughed out loud: "It's just meeting an elder, not going to the execution ground."

"Well……"

Hua Qing didn't respond at all, but she couldn't hide her nervousness.

This was the first time she hadn't been with her parents on New Year's Eve, and it was also the first time she had met Ding Heng's maternal grandparents.

Ding Heng stepped forward and naturally took Hua Qing's hand.

"Let's go."

Hua Qing was pulled forward half a step by him before she regained her balance.

"What should I say when I meet your maternal grandparents later?"

"Just tell the truth."

"Tell the truth?"

"Why not?"

Ding Heng sighed, "The old couple are getting on in years, and it's not good to lie to them. What if they hear something from someone else one day? That would be even more upsetting for them."

Hua Qing pursed her lips and remained silent.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of it."

Ding Heng reassured them, "My maternal grandparents are good people, and they're easily influenced. They certainly wouldn't make things difficult for you."

Lin Man came up from behind and smiled as she took Hua Qing's other arm: "Sister Qing, just think of it as visiting, having a meal, and chatting. If you worry too much, it will just feel awkward."

Hua Qing took a deep breath.

"Let's go."

The four people went downstairs and set off in two cars.

The car drove out of the residential area and merged into the traffic flow on New Year's Eve.

There were far fewer pedestrians on the street than usual, with only a few carrying large and small bags, hurrying along.

The car stopped at the entrance of an alley in an old street in the suburbs.

Ding Heng turned off the engine, opened the door, and got out of the car.

Wenjing followed behind him, carrying several gift bags.

Hua Qing was the last to get off the bus, and looked up at the brightly lit shop.

"Let's go."

Lin Man pulled Hua Qing inside.

As soon as everyone entered, they were greeted by a wave of heat.