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

It's not that Zhao Yanxi is petty.

She grew up in a wealthy family; her parents were prominent figures, and her uncle was a successful businessman who gave her plenty of red envelopes during holidays.

Her concept of money is actually much more open-minded than most of her peers.

So Ding Heng bought her all sorts of gifts and took her all over the world, and she never refused or asked any questions.

However, her understanding of Ding Heng's wealth remained merely at the level of "open-mindedness." She had almost no concept of how much money Ding Heng actually had.

Even now, she still thinks three million is a lot of money for Ding Heng.

Should we explain it to her?

Ding Heng hesitated for a long time.

Or rather, it's fine to let the kitten stay carefree forever.

Zhao Yanxi suddenly asked again, "Brother Ding Heng, do you think Uncle's three million can really make money? If he doesn't, my mom will definitely nag me to death."

"how?"

Ding Heng jokingly retorted, "You don't believe me?"

"I definitely believe that!"

Zhao Yanxi raised her voice by half an octave: "I was just... asking casually."

Ding Heng reached out and stroked her thigh again, then patted it gently.

"Don't worry, you won't lose money. If you really do lose money, I'll make it up to your uncle."

"That won't be necessary..."

Zhao Yanxi chuckled, it was unclear whether she truly took her uncle's three million seriously.

After getting off the highway, it was already 3 p.m. when I got home.

"You're back!"

Wenjing was the first to greet Zhao Yanxi, smiling at her.

After changing her shoes, Zhao Yanxi hugged Wenjing tightly.

"Little Jingjing! I missed you so much!"

Wenjing reached out and pushed her.

"Okay, okay, let go, let go, stop being so dramatic."

Zhao Yanxi let go of her hand with a grin, then turned and pounced on Hua Qing.

"Happy New Year, Sister Hua Qing!"

Hua Qing was infected by Zhao Yanxi's smile.

"Happy New Year."

Zhao Yanxi finally lunged at Lin Man.

Lin Man had already opened her arms and was waiting for her. The two hugged each other tightly, and their laughter echoed in the living room.

"Sister Man! Have you missed me?"

"I've thought about it, I think about it every day."

"You're lying! You didn't even call me!"

"Let's not talk about that... Come on, we're just one short for three."

Lin Man shoved Zhao Yanxi and headed towards the entertainment room.

Zhao Yanxi asked curiously, "Have you guys started playing mahjong recently?"

Lin Man said with a smile, "Little Jingjing, whom I just taught, is quite talented."

Wenjing was called on and scratched her face shyly.

"It's alright... but the rules are a bit convoluted. It took me two rounds to figure them out."

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's set up a table! Let's set up a table!"

Zhao Yanxi immediately perked up, sat down, turned on the mahjong machine, and rubbed her hands together eagerly: "How much?"

Lin Man: "You decide."

"Playing with money is no fun."

Zhao Yanxi's eyes darted around, and she said with a mischievous smile, "Why don't we bring along some men and see who loses all their money first?"

Lin Man was both amused and exasperated upon hearing this.

"Looks like you've been cooped up for days."

"You are well-fed people who don't know the hunger of starving people."

Zhao Yanxi, without blushing at all, asked frankly, "So, do you dare?"

Hua Qing and Wen Jing then sat down without raising any objections.

The clatter of mahjong tiles filled the air.

……

in the afternoon.

The recreation room was quiet.

A light gray JK skirt was draped over the doorknob, its hem wrinkled and crumpled.

On the sofa, a pink and white Hanfu cross-collar shirt lay open, its ties hanging crookedly to the ground.

Several bottles of mineral water were lying on their sides, with the bottles overturned and water stains spreading on the table.

Take a couple of steps inside, and you'll see stockings scattered all over the floor.

The black stockings were torn in several places, stretching from the top of the thigh all the way to the knee... The lace trim on the white stockings was torn and deformed... There were at least seven or eight pairs of them torn to pieces.

In the living room, Wenjing had already finished showering, her long hair was half wet, and she had changed into a light pink down jacket and was ready to go out.

Hua Qing sat to the side, wearing a down jacket of the same style but a different color. Her long hair was loosely tied up with a wooden hairpin, and her plain face showed no expression.

Lin Man was sprawled on another sofa, also wearing a down jacket and without makeup.

Ding Heng will take them to Xie Baoyang's house for barbecue later, so there's absolutely no need for them to dress up.

"Yan hope isn't ready yet?"

Wenjing put down the towel and glanced towards the stairs.

Lin Man yawned lazily: "Still being punished in the bathroom. Judging from the boss's usual routine, it'll probably be a while longer."

Hua Qing looked down at her phone, expressionless, as if she hadn't heard anything.

Ding Heng had originally intended to let them go, but someone had a loose tongue and insisted on provoking them, so he was left behind to be punished.

Finally, footsteps came from the stairs.

Zhao Yanxi walked much slower than usual, holding onto the stairs with one hand and supporting her waist with the other, her face still flushed.

"Oh, you're out?"

Lin Man gloated: "You said you... brought this on yourself, you deserve it."

"What sin? I'm enjoying it!"

Zhao Yanxi stubbornly insisted, "I feel completely refreshed!"

Hua Qing finally couldn't stand their inappropriate remarks any longer and put down her phone to urge them on.

"Let's go, let's go out."

At 7 p.m., the entrance to Xie Baoyang's barbecue restaurant was brightly lit.

Despite it being the Lunar New Year period, business at the store was still good.

All the lights in the shop, big and small, were on, and the plastic tables and chairs at the entrance were full of people. White smoke billowed out of the chimney of the charcoal stove.

Ding Heng pushed open the door and went in, and Xie Baoyang immediately came out to greet him.

"Old Ding! We've reserved a private room for you upstairs."

The private room wasn't large; the round table could seat just five people.

Xie Baoyang poured them tea and served them several plates of cold dishes.

"Um... Lao Ding, please sit down with your siblings for a while. The food will be ready soon."

Xie Baoyang was much more attentive than usual: "Old Ding, do you have any dietary restrictions?"

"No, no, just pick one that looks good."

Zhao Yanxi answered for everyone, picking up a peanut and popping it into her mouth: "Brother Xie, you go ahead and do your work, don't worry about us."

Xie Baoyang nodded, then winked at Ding Heng before turning and leaving the private room.

The dishes were served one after another.

Green pepper turtle, grilled skewers, grilled fish, grilled eggplant, grilled chives... and a big bowl of spicy crayfish, bright red, with a fragrance that wafts straight into your nose.

After serving the last dish, Xie Baoyang poured himself a glass of baijiu (Chinese liquor).

"Old Ding, brothers and sisters-in-law, I'd like to toast you all, Happy New Year."

He downed the liquor in one gulp, wiped his mouth, and said, "You guys enjoy your meal. I have something to do downstairs, so I won't keep you company any longer."

Xie Baoyang left the private room, and Ding Heng got up and followed him out.

"Old Ding, you're not with your younger siblings... how did you come along?"

"Come on, let's sit in my car."

Ding Heng gestured with his chin towards the doorway.

Xie Baoyang was taken aback, put down the order book, and got into the Mercedes with Ding Heng.

Ding Heng pulled a document out of the car and handed it over.

"Look at it."