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

"What should we learn?"

"Probably learning how to be... a celebrity."

"He certainly knows how to make arrangements."

Helpless, Long He had no choice but to temporarily give up trying to persuade him: "In that case, what are your plans for tonight? Stay at a hotel with me, or go home?"

Hua Qing thought about it.

"Can I bring the black beans?"

"Black beans?"

"My cat."

"Oh...that thing, okay!"

Longhe readily agreed.

The nanny van first turned and stopped in front of Huaqing Apartment Building.

Hua Qing went upstairs to pack the cat and a few changes of clothes, then returned to her car.

Twenty minutes later, the van came to a stop in front of the hotel.

As the elevator reached the executive floor, a capable-looking woman stood at the door and handed over a document.

"Longhe, there are still some details to confirm regarding tomorrow's press conference."

Sister Zeng is Longhe's new agent.

Long He's trip to the capital this time wasn't entirely for Ding Heng.

After changing companies, she has taken a full six months to rest and prepare for her first solo concert after going solo, which will be held at the Bird's Nest.

Long He nodded: "I know."

"besides……"

Sister Zeng spoke faster: "We've already communicated with the media, and the Q&A session won't be too outrageous. But a few reporters might ask about your solo career; just stick to the lines we agreed on beforehand."

"Ah."

"The stylist will be here at seven tomorrow morning, so go to bed early tonight and don't stay up late."

"I know, I know."

Longhe interrupted Sister Zeng, his tone slightly impatient.

Sister Zeng wisely shut her mouth and took a half step back.

Compared to Sister Song in the past, Sister Zeng is not assertive, nor does she dare to be assertive, since Yang Sijie now has to occasionally be mindful of Long He's feelings.

"Oh, right, Sister Zeng."

Longhe picked up Heidou: "Buy some cat food for my friend, and a litter box. We need it tonight."

Sister Zeng glanced at the tabby cat peeking out from Long He's arms, her expression subtle.

"This is……"

"My friend's cat."

Long He said matter-of-factly, "She's been with me these past few days, so please help me make arrangements."

"What is your identity?"

"She's my dance consultant... I'll also book her a room next to mine."

"Ok."

After seeing Long He off, Sister Zeng arranged for Hua Qing to stay in the room.

"Miss Hua Qing, is there anything else you need? I'll have it brought up."

"No need, it's fine."

"Then you should get some rest. I'll have someone deliver the cat food and litter tomorrow. Call me if you need anything."

Sister Zeng handed over a business card, which Hua Qing accepted with both hands.

"Thank you, Sister Zeng."

"You're welcome."

Hua Qing closed the door, but before she could step inside, a dark figure suddenly darted out from behind the door and tackled her to the ground on the entryway carpet.

"Well……!"

She instinctively struggled, trying to push him away by bracing her hands against his chest, but the moment her fingertips touched him, she immediately relaxed.

"What are you doing...?"

Hua Qing pushed him away impatiently: "Didn't you say you had something to do?"

"Isn't it because I can't bear to part with my senior?"

Ding Heng buried his face in the crook of her neck, his warm breath brushing against the skin behind her ear, causing her to tremble slightly.

Hua Qing turned her head to dodge, but failed and could only let Ding Heng suppress her tightly.

"Loosen your grip a bit... I just finished a performance, I'm covered in sweat, and I haven't showered yet."

"I don't mind."

Ding Heng didn't loosen his grip; instead, he buried his face even deeper, his nose sliding down her neck to her collarbone as he inhaled deeply.

"Senior sister always smells nice."

Hua Qing's face flushed bright red.

"abnormal……"

She still managed to squeeze out two words through gritted teeth, but completely gave up struggling, letting the man touch her all over.

A few seconds later, Hua Qing simply suggested.

"Shall we take a shower together?"

"Row."

Ding Heng lifted Hua Qing from the ground and strode towards the bathroom.

……

Half an hour later, in the bathtub.

Ding Heng sat behind Hua Qing, encircling her completely, his arms naturally around her slender waist.

“舒服吗？”

"Ah."

Hua Qing tilted her head back, water droplets trickling down her chin.

During her moment of clarity, she suddenly asked curiously, "How did you end up at the hotel all of a sudden?"

"Didn't I say I had something to do?"

"what's up?"

"Well, it's a long story..."

Ding Heng gently drew circles on Hua Qing's lower abdomen with his fingers, briefly recounting how he had arranged to invest in Longhe.

Finally, I said, "I just finished talking to her mom about the arrangements for the upcoming concert, and that's when I came to see you."

Hua Qing was stunned for a moment, and it took her several seconds to fully digest the information.

"So...you're the big boss of Longhe now?"

"Yes."

"Then why don't you just tell her the truth?"

"Isn't this... to prevent my brotherhood with her from deteriorating?"

Ding Heng spoke arrogantly, causing Hua Qing's lips to twitch slightly.

She didn't believe such nonsense, nor did she believe that their brotherly bond could remain unchanged.

"Really? I think you're just teasing her..."

Ding Heng sneered and pinched Hua Qing's waist hard with his fingers.

"When did you become so smart, senior?"

"Humph……"

Hua Qing winced in pain and groaned, "How annoying!"

Ding Heng continued, "There's another thing. I want Yang Sijie to sign you, and then the company can handle the performances for you, whether it's a lead role or a supporting role, it will all be done through the company's channels."

"Does that mean I want to become one of your artists?"

"What, senior, you don't want to?"

"Do I even have a choice?"

Hua Qing had long realized that if she wanted to develop her career further, it would indeed be necessary to find a suitable agency.

Therefore, working with Longhe seems like a good choice.

"Then I'll take it as a yes from my senior?"

"Oh……"

Before she could finish speaking, Hua Qing was pushed forward by Ding Heng.

She leaned forward, bracing herself with her hands on the edge of the bathtub, her back completely exposed to the man.

Water droplets flowed down the spine groove, gathered into a small puddle at the waist dimple, and then slid down the hip line into the water.

What are you doing!

"Of course, I'll practice the unspoken rules on my senior first..."

"Scumbag!"