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

Ding Heng didn't let her finish speaking. He reached out, grabbed her wrist, and gently pulled her into the passenger seat.

Give me your driver's license.

"Oh……"

Wen Shu obediently handed over her driver's license and listened to Ding Heng's instructions.

"Sit here, don't get down."

"it is good……"

Before Wen Shu could react, the car door had already been closed.

"Who are you to her?"

The female driver came over, her tone very aggressive, "Do you know she hit my car? It's my brand new Range Rover! I've only had it for less than six months! Don't hide in your car and be afraid to come out!"

Ding Heng didn't speak, his face cold as he put his hands in his pockets.

Wen Shu sat in the car and could only see Ding Heng's back.

Tall and broad-shouldered, he stood there like a wall, shielding her from everything.

The woman was intimidated by Ding Heng's imposing manner, and her voice unconsciously lowered, but she still tried to maintain her composure.

"What are you glaring at me for? Let me tell you, this isn't over! I have a dashcam, and it's crystal clear who's at fault! Don't try to renege on your promise!"

Ding Heng finally spoke, his tone flat, revealing neither joy nor anger.

"It would be easy if you had a dashcam."

The woman choked, but deep down she wasn't sure either.

She was video chatting with her best friend while driving, so it's very likely she's fully at fault!

"what happened?"

The traffic policeman walked over, glanced around, and basically made a judgment in his mind.

The woman quickly jumped in to complain, speaking rapidly: "Officer, you've come at the perfect time! She changed lanes without looking in her rearview mirror and scraped the front of my car! It's a brand new car, less than a month old, and look, the paint is all scratched off!"

The traffic police officer didn't respond to her question. He first glanced at the positions of the two cars, then looked at Ding Heng.

Ding Heng nodded to him and handed Wen Shu her driver's license.

"Please take care of this first. My sister is in the car. She just got her driver's license and this is her first accident. She's a little panicked. I'll take her to get her wounds treated and I'll be right back."

"Wound?"

The traffic police officer took the driver's license, glanced at the passenger side, and confirmed that it was indeed Wen Shu.

"I bumped my head, and my forehead is a little swollen."

Ding Heng said calmly, "Once I've taken care of this, the lawyer will come and take over. He can handle everything from now on, so it won't interfere with your work."

The traffic policeman nodded, said nothing more, and turned to leave.

Ding Heng opened the car door, got into the driver's seat, started the car, and slowly drove away.

After driving less than two hundred meters, Ding Heng made a simple turn and parked the car on the side of the road.

The engine is turned off.

He turned to the side, and suddenly a tube of ointment appeared in his hand.

Turn your head around, let me see.

Wen Shu obediently turned her head and brought her face closer.

Ding Heng reached out and gently brushed aside the girl's stray hairs. There was a small bruise on the right side of her forehead, near her hairline. The skin wasn't broken, but it was slightly swollen.

"Does it hurt?"

"fine……"

Ding Heng unscrewed the ointment and squeezed a little onto his fingertip.

The cream is transparent and has a faint fragrance.

Ding Heng gently wiped the bruise on Wen Shu's forehead, his fingertips making circles, the movements very light and slow.

The ointment felt cool, like mint, and the pain quickly subsided, but Wen Shu's heart suddenly started beating faster.

Ding Heng's rough fingertips pressed against her forehead skin, his breath brushing against her face, clean and refreshing.

She had never been this close to her brother-in-law before...

Wen Shu gripped the pants on her knees, forcing herself to look away.

"All right."

Ding Heng withdrew his hand, screwed the cap on the ointment, and tossed it back into the armrest box.

Wen Shu let out a long breath and reached out to touch her forehead.

It doesn't hurt at all!?

"Brother-in-law."

"Ok?"

"That car..."

"I will arrange for someone to handle it."

Ding Heng started the car: "It's probably the other party's fault, don't worry about it."

Wen Shu was stunned for a moment.

"Full responsibility?"

"Yes. You were making a normal turn, and she cut in from the left rear. She's fully responsible."

"How did you know?"

"It can be basically determined."

Ding Heng, steering with one hand, said, "Her front bumper grazed your left rear door. From that position, unless you swerve to the left to cut her off, it can't possibly be your fault! Um... you can't be that stupid, can you?"

Wen Shu was amused by Ding Heng's sudden remark, which relieved most of her tension, but she still spoke solemnly.

"I'm sorry, brother-in-law."

"What are you apologizing for?"

Ding Heng sighed, "It's not your fault. Besides, as long as no one is hurt, what's a little scratch on the car?"

Wen Shu pursed her lips: "In the end, I've caused you trouble."

"This is no trouble at all."

Ding Heng chuckled: "If your sister knew you were in a car accident, that would be a real problem."

Wen Shu didn't dare to reply...

The car turned at the intersection and drove onto the main road.

"Where's Sister Yanxi? Didn't you go back to Zhuzhou with her?"

Logically speaking, Ding Heng should have come with Zhao Yanxi, so why is he alone?

“After receiving your call, I told her to drive back to Xingcheng herself.”

"Then...she didn't say anything?"

"What could she say?"

Ding Heng gave a brief answer, and Wen Shu wisely refrained from asking any further questions.

"About the car accident..."

"Didn't I say we have a lawyer?"

Ding Heng interrupted her, his tone resolute.

Wen Shu said "Oh" and then didn't say anything more.

The car continued driving forward.

The street scene outside the window receded frame by frame. She had walked the streets of Zhuzhou since she was a child, and knew them all too well, but now they seemed a little unfamiliar.

"What are you doing in Zhuzhou?"

"I wanted to see my parents..."

Wen Shu stopped abruptly before she could finish speaking.

She didn't know how to continue, probably because she was afraid Ding Heng would think she was being pretentious.

Ding Heng didn't press further, as if he could read Wen Shu's awkward little thoughts, or as if he didn't care at all.

"Calm down first. We'll go to the hospital later to get an X-ray to check for a concussion. Then, once the lawyer arrives, we'll go to the traffic police station together to complete the paperwork."

"it is good."

Wen Shu completely relaxed and leaned back in her chair.

The car drove smoothly forward, and after a while, Ding Heng spoke again.

"Xiao Shu".

"Ok?"

"Don't panic in the future. No matter whose fault it is, call the police first, then call the insurance company. Don't hide in your car and be afraid to get out, don't let people think you're easy to bully."

Wen Shu nodded hesitantly.

"Also, call me or your sister immediately if anything happens, um... preferably me! Don't try to handle it all by yourself."

"understood."

Wen Shu responded, but it's unclear how much she actually listened.

The car turned into the hospital parking lot.

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

Wen Shu followed behind him, and the two walked into the outpatient building one after the other.