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

Indeed, following Ding Heng around, there are rewards for being a good younger sister.

But now material rewards are no longer enough for her.

Besides, she's a rich second-generation, why would she need something from you?

What she wants is...

Baima picked up the glass of whiskey, which was still mostly empty, and tilted her head back to gulp it down.

The spicy liquid slid down her throat, choking her and causing her to cough and her eyes to redden.

"Drink slowly."

Ding Heng reached out and patted her back.

It took Baima a while to recover. She put the cup on the coffee table and leaned forward, burying her face in Ding Heng's shoulder.

The alcohol slowly fermented in her stomach, dulling her thoughts and fading the resentment and grievances in her heart.

Ding Heng's hand was still on her shoulder, patting her intermittently.

Baima suddenly felt like laughing, but also like crying.

It's been two years.

From Chengdu to Changsha, from "Who are you?" to "Brother".

Ding Heng treated her better and better, spoiled her more and more, and went further and further in his ways.

But that line was never crossed.

She didn't know what he was waiting for.

I don't even know what I'm waiting for.

For example, this time when we came to Hong Kong, why did they all have a room while I had to have a separate room?

"Brother."

"Ah."

"Will you... always be this good to me in the future?"

"meeting."

Ding Heng answered crisply and decisively.

Baima buried her face even deeper.

Oh well... a good sister is fine, it's better than nothing.

"Tired?"

"Ah."

Go to sleep.

"Carry me over there."

Ding Heng sighed, bent down, and picked her up in a princess carry.

Baima curled up in his arms like a lazy cat.

Ding Heng carried her into the bedroom, put her on the bed, and pulled the blanket over her.

"Good night."

"Good night."

Baima shrank into the blankets, leaving only her eyes showing.

Ding Heng reached out and turned off the bedside lamp, then turned and walked out of the room.

The door closed gently.

Baima lay there in the darkness, staring blankly at the ceiling.

Much later, she turned over and her thoughts became clearer.

It seems I'll have to play the good little sister for a long time, and then be constantly bullied by Ding Heng.

Until Ding Heng had had enough of the so-called "sibling" role-playing game...

Chapter 281: Implication? (There will be a bonus chapter for monthly pass winners tomorrow, the 1st, so please remember to save your monthly passes.)

After returning to Singapore from Hong Kong, it was already late September, and everyone started preparing for their National Day holiday trip.

But before that, Ding Heng had to deal with another problem: Baima's parents had been called in.

Upon arriving at Baima School, Ding Heng got out of the car, walked across the playground, and entered the administration building.

Counselor Baima's surname is Tang. Her office is at the far end of the second floor, and the door is half open.

Ding Heng knocked on the door.

"Please come in."

Counselor Tang stood up. She was a slightly plump woman in her early forties with a fairly kind face.

"You are... Baima's?"

"elder brother."

Ding Heng sat down in front of her and said naturally, "Bai Ma's mother is busy with work and can't leave. Just tell me if you need anything."

Counselor Tang nodded and didn't ask any further questions.

"Mr. Ding, the main reason I invited you here today is about the conflict between Baima and a classmate."

"conflict?"

Would Baima get into conflicts with people? Ding Heng found it hard to imagine.

"Ah."

Counselor Tang explained, "The specific situation is like this. Since Baima entered the school, her spending habits have always been rather... high-profile. She drives a Porsche to school, and her clothes and appearance are also quite eye-catching. Over time, it's inevitable that some rumors will circulate."

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

"Bai Ma herself didn't pay much attention, but one of her roommates, Sun Yao, had a rather fiery personality. She stood up for Bai Ma and argued with those gossiping people in the class group chat. Later, it escalated to offline, and the two sides got into a fight, both of them were injured, but fortunately, the damage wasn't serious."

Although Baima didn't directly commit the act, the incident was caused by her, so we'd like to communicate with the parents to see what the most appropriate way to handle it is.

Ding Heng pondered for a few seconds.

"You mean this has nothing to do with Baima?"

"Strictly speaking, it wasn't her who started it."

Counselor Tang looked troubled: "Mr. Dante, as you know, schools have their own management challenges. Your family may be relatively well-off, and some students may inevitably... We hope that Baima can keep a low profile a bit. After all, we are all classmates, and it wouldn't be good if things got too tense."

The implication is: Your child is too flamboyant and prone to causing trouble.

We can't manage it, and we don't want to manage it. Please, you guys educate yourselves.

Ding Heng replied dismissively, "Bai Ma has been spoiled by her mother since she was little, and she doesn't really listen to what I say. I don't think I can control her from keeping a low profile."

Counselor Tang was speechless, her smile faltering, but she dared not say anything harsh.

When Baima enrolled, the principal specifically instructed him to "take special care" of her. Who would have thought that she would later drive a Porsche every day?

Even the counselor, Tang, couldn't understand why she chose to attend this run-down junior college.

"Mr. Ding, our job is indeed difficult, I hope..."

"Since neither party is seriously injured, compensation should be paid where necessary, apologies should be made where appropriate, and the normal procedures should be followed."

Ding Heng interrupted, "As for Baima, I'll try to talk to her when I get back and tell her to behave herself."

In his view, Baima's roommate Sun Yao might be loyal, or she might be trying to curry favor with Baima and get some benefits out of her.

In short, it's not a big deal.

"Good, good."

"Also, National Day is coming soon."

Ding Heng stood up: "I would like to trouble the teacher to give Baima a few days off in advance so that she can go back and reflect on her actions, so that she won't cause you any more trouble at school."

Counselor Tang paused for a moment, then quickly nodded.

"Okay, okay, no problem. I'll just let the academic affairs office know."

"Thank you for your hard work, Teacher Tang."

Ding Heng turned and walked out of the office. The corridor was quiet.

Baima stood to the side of the wall, meeting Ding Heng's gaze, and guiltily shrank her neck.

"Brother..."

"Let's go."

Ding Heng didn't say much and turned to walk towards the stairwell.

Baima tiptoed after him, afraid of making too much noise and upsetting Ding Heng.

The two walked out of the administration building one after the other, the sunlight dazzling.

Ding Heng, hands in his pockets, strolled leisurely: "I heard you were quite the big shot at school?"

Baima responded aggrievedly, "No way... it wasn't me who caused this."

"Who caused this?"

"It's just... a few gossipy people talking badly about me behind my back. I didn't pay any attention to them, but Sun Yao couldn't stand it and insisted on standing up for me."

Baima said helplessly, "Who knew they would be so reckless? They arranged to meet somewhere, and then a fight broke out..."

Ding Heng smiled helplessly.

Baima glanced at him furtively, then quickly looked away, muttering something indistinctly.

"Besides, you insisted on buying me the Porsche, but I can drive a little electric scooter without any problems..."

"What did you say?"