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

"This is not called being ungrateful."

Ding Heng reached out and gently rubbed the little white rabbit's head: "That's called having a temper. Having a temper is a good thing; it means you're starting to care about yourself."

Wenjing raised her head and met Ding Heng's gaze.

"Really?"

"real."

Ding Heng withdrew his hand, his tone firm.

He could sense that Wenjing was under a lot of pressure lately. In the past, the little white rabbit would never have gotten angry with Zhao Yanxi over something like this.

After all, everyone knows she's a timid but reasonable good girl...

"It's probably because Xiaoshu is about to take the college entrance exam, and I'm a little nervous."

"I know."

"I'm worried she won't do well on the exam."

"Didn't she improve a lot in the mock exams?"

"Progress is progress, but what if..."

Before Wenjing could finish speaking, Ding Heng had already gripped her hand tightly.

"Your sister is smarter than you, she knows what she's doing. Don't worry about her all the time, it'll just tire you out."

Wenjing gave a soft "hmm" and didn't say anything more.

Ding Heng spoke again.

"anything else?"

"what?"

"Besides Wen Shu's matter, is there anything else?"

Wenjing let out a breath; she should have realized it sooner, it couldn't be hidden from Ding Heng.

She confessed, "Ding Heng... I've told my family the truth."

Ding Heng's expression remained unchanged: "Confess what?"

"Confess our secrets."

Wenjing's quiet voice was almost blown away by the river breeze outside the window.

“Last week I accompanied Xiaoshu back to Zhuzhou. Her family asked about us, asking if I planned to get married after graduation… I said… I won’t get married.”

Ding Heng didn't speak, waiting for her to continue.

“I told my parents that I was just one of the women in your life. There would be no wedding, no official status.”

Wenjing raised her head, and the light illuminated her features clearly.

Ding Heng asked softly, "What was your family's reaction?"

"There was no reaction."

Wenjing smiled bitterly: "My dad was very angry at the time and slammed his fist on the table. But my mom calmed him down. She said... as long as I'm doing well, that's all that matters. Whether I get married or not is not important."

Ding Heng remained silent for a few seconds.

Overall, it was pretty much as he had expected.

Although such things may sound shameful, as long as the benefits are great enough, one is naturally not afraid of being ashamed.

What does it matter whether you get married or not?

As long as life is good, what does status matter?

Are you sad?

Ding Heng asked.

Wenjing shook her head, then nodded.

"It would be a lie to say I'm not sad."

"Silly girl..."

Ding Heng reached out and pulled Wen Jing into his arms.

"Ding Heng".

"Ah."

Do you think...my family is materialistic?

"will not."

Ding Heng rested his chin on her head: "It's just human nature. Who doesn't want a good life?"

Wenjing didn't say anything, but buried her face even deeper.

After a long while, Ding Heng released Wen Jing.

"Quiet".

"Ok?"

"Let me accompany you out for a walk during the May Day holiday to help you relax."

Wenjing blinked: "No need..."

Among the girls, she now spends the least time alone with Ding Heng, and is the least competitive or pushy, even less so than Hua Qing, who is far away in the capital.

"obedient."

Ding Heng sighed and smiled: "You've been working too hard lately, you need to relax. Let's go somewhere quiet, I'll stay with you for a few days."

"But……"

"No buts."

Ding Heng's tone left no room for negotiation: "If you feel awkward with just the two of you, I'll invite Yan hope over too."

Wenjing hesitated for a few seconds, then nodded gently.

"it is good."

Chapter 268: Wenjing, who has finally come to terms with things.

In May, the weather in southern Yunnan is just right.

When the plane landed, Wenjing leaned against the window and looked out.

"Xiao Jingjing, stop daydreaming, let's go."

Zhao Yanxi stood up and stretched, revealing a section of her fair and slender waist under her short T-shirt.

She wore a cream-colored short-sleeved T-shirt, light blue denim shorts, and canvas shoes, without socks, revealing her slender ankles.

Wenjing followed behind her, wearing a light pink tracksuit, her hair tied in a low ponytail, without makeup, and her round face still looked a little dazed.

Ding Heng walked at the back, shoving his suitcase. His gaze moved from Zhao Yanxi's legs to Wen Jing's waist, then back again.

The guesthouse I booked was located by Erhai Lake. It was a three-story building in the Bai ethnic style, with white walls and blue tiles. There were several bougainvillea trees in the courtyard, which were in full bloom.

The owner was a Bai woman in her forties, with slightly dark skin and a hearty laugh.

"The room you booked on the third floor has the best view; you can see Erhai Lake as soon as you open the window."

She led the three of them upstairs and pushed open the door.

The room is large, with a two-meter-wide bed and a small terrace outside the floor-to-ceiling window, furnished with two rattan chairs and a small round table.

Zhao Yanxi was the first to rush in, walked around the room, and then ran to the terrace to look out.

"Wow... Xiao Jingjing, come quick and see!"

Wenjing walked over, her gaze falling on the distant Erhai Lake.

Ding Heng put his suitcase in the corner, walked onto the terrace, and pulled the two girls into his arms, one in each hand.

Zhao Yanxi leaned close to his chest and looked up at him, asking, "Brother Ding Heng, what are we doing this afternoon?"

What do you want to do?

"Hmm... let's rent an electric scooter and go for a ride around the sea!"

"Row."

Wenjing didn't say anything, and quietly leaned on Ding Heng's other shoulder the whole time.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, the sun began to shift westward.

The three rented two electric scooters, one for Ding Heng and one for Zhao Yanxi.

Zhao Yanxi got on her bike, her long legs braced on the ground, and turned to call out to Wenjing, "Little Jingjing, do you want to ride with Brother Ding Heng or with mine?"

Wenjing looked at her, then at Ding Heng, hesitated for a long time, and finally walked towards Ding Heng.

Clearly, they didn't have much faith in Zhao Yanxi's driving skills...

Zhao Yanxi pouted: "Fine, fine, you two take one bike, I'll ride mine."

She put on her helmet, twisted the throttle, and the electric scooter sped off with a "whoosh," her ponytail fluttering in the wind.

Wenjing sat sideways on the back of Ding Heng's seat, gently placing her hands on his waist.

Hold me tight.

Wenjing simply wrapped both arms around his waist and pressed her whole body against him.

The car started, and a gentle breeze blew.

The roads along Erhai Lake are narrow and there aren't many cars; the scenery on both sides recedes into the distance frame by frame.

Zhao Yanxi rode in front, glancing back at them every now and then, before speeding up and rushing off, then slowing down to wait for them to catch up.

Half an hour later, she stopped at a roadside viewing platform, took off her helmet, her hair was a little messy, and her face was flushed.

"Take a break."