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

She suddenly raised her voice and stood up abruptly from the sofa.

"You and Dad have come to Changsha? Now? You've already set off?!"

Baima and Wenjing both turned to look at her at the same time.

Zhao Yanxi's expression changed drastically, and she tried hard to control herself and not panic: "Oh... okay... alright... call me when you get there."

After hanging up the phone, she felt completely drained and collapsed onto the sofa.

"It's all over, it ......"

"what happened?"

Baima came closer.

Zhao Yanxi rubbed her temples: "My parents are coming to Xingcheng to see where I live!"

Baima scratched her head: "Don't worry too much. Let's pack things up and hide what needs to be hidden. Anyway, Sister Man and Sister-in-law Huaqing aren't home. It's just the three of us. What can your parents possibly notice?"

"You do not understand!"

Zhao Yanxi sat up straight, her expression more serious than ever before: "My dad has been a criminal investigator for over twenty years. What kind of scene hasn't he seen? He can smell how many rats have lived in this house as soon as he walks in, let alone the traces of women all over the place!"

Wenjing's hand, which was ordering takeout, froze in mid-air as she finally realized the seriousness of the problem.

"So...do Uncle and Auntie really have to come inside to see? Or should we just eat out and let it go?"

"it's useless."

Zhao Yanxi shook her head: "Ever since I told them that I was living with Ding Heng, they've been saying they wanted to see what my living environment is like. I always made excuses to brush them off, but this time they came straight here, they're determined to see where I live. They said on the phone that they were already on their way, so if I made excuses again, it would only make me seem guilty."

"Should we call Ding Heng?"

"He's still on the plane and won't be able to get back in time."

Zhao Yanxi stood up and paced back and forth in the living room, looking extremely anxious.

Baima changed to sitting cross-legged and suddenly suggested, "How about... we go to the villa?"

Zhao Yanxi stopped and turned to look at her.

Baima continued, "The villa is empty, there's no sign that the sisters-in-law have lived there. My room was originally over there, so it makes sense. We'll just temporarily set it up to make it look like only you and your brother are living there."

Zhao Yanxi's pupils lit up, then dimmed again.

“My dad isn’t so easily fooled…”

"What else can we do?"

Bai Ma shrugged: "We can't really let your parents come in and see the big bed in the master bedroom and the other women's clothes, can we?"

Zhao Yanxi gritted her teeth and slapped her thigh hard.

"Okay! Let's do it this way! Quick, get moving!"

The three of them got right to it.

Zhao Yanxi rushed into her room, pulled out a few pieces of her usual clothes from the closet and stuffed them into a bag, then filled it with toiletries, skincare products, textbooks, notebooks... basically everything that an ordinary college student should have.

Wenjing helped her fold the pillows and blankets on the bed and put them into another bag, while Baima ran to the bathroom to collect all the colorful bottles and jars, preparing to take them to the villa.

The three of them busied themselves for nearly twenty minutes, then carried the bags downstairs, stuffed them into the car, and drove to the villa.

Although the villa has been uninhabited for more than a month, it is generally clean because it is cleaned every week.

But the feeling of emptiness, as if "no one lives here," still hits you.

"Hurry up!"

Zhao Yanxi rushed in and dragged her suitcase into the master bedroom first.

"The blanket, where's the blanket?"

Wenjing rummaged through the closet and found clean sheets and duvet covers. The two of them quickly made the bed.

Baima then ran to open the living room curtains, wiped the dusty ornaments on the coffee table, and casually took a few cups from the kitchen and turned them upside down on the drain rack, pretending that someone had used them.

"Put a piece of clothing on the sofa."

Zhao Yanxi pulled out a sweatshirt she often wore from the bag and casually tossed it onto the sofa armrest.

"Shoe cabinet! Put a few pairs of my shoes in the shoe cabinet."

Wenjing bent down again and placed Zhao Yanxi's shoes inside.

Baima ran to the bathroom, put Zhao Yanxi's toothbrush and towel away, and checked the shower room again to make sure there were no things that shouldn't be there.

"Almost?"

Wenjing looked around, a thin layer of sweat beading on her forehead.

Zhao Yanxi stood in the center of the living room, her gaze sweeping over every corner.

At first glance, there are still quite a few flaws, but she didn't have time to dwell on them.

The phone rang again.

"Mom? You've arrived in Xingcheng? Okay, I'll send you my location."

She hung up the phone and took a deep breath.

"coming."

Bai Ma and Wen Jing exchanged a glance and swallowed hard, even more nervous than Zhao Yanxi herself.

Twenty minutes later, a black SUV slowly drove into the road in the villa area.

Zhao Yanxi stood at the door to greet them, forcing what she thought was a natural, stiff smile.

The car door opened, and Zhou Rongmei got out first, carrying two bulging bags filled with local specialties prepared for her by Zhao Yanxi's maternal grandparents.

"mom!"

Zhao Yanxi went up to her and took the bag from her hand: "Why did you suddenly come to Xingcheng without telling me beforehand?"

"You're not married yet, do I have to report to them when I come to see you?"

Zhou Rongmei glanced at her daughter with annoyance, then looked past her and began to examine the villa in front of her.

"This house...is where you and Ding Heng usually live?"

"Um……"

Zhao Yanxi stepped aside and said, "Mom, come in."

Zhao Xingguo was the last to get out of the car and close the door.

He remained the same as always; even when he saw a luxurious villa, his expression remained indifferent.

His temples were a bit whiter than last year, his lips were habitually pursed slightly, and his gaze slowly swept over the surrounding environment.

"Hello, uncle."

Wenjing came out of the house to greet them politely.

"Wenjing is here too?"

Zhou Rongmei smiled and said, "It's been so long since I've seen you. You've become even more beautiful."

She didn't have too many doubts, after all, her daughter and Wenjing had grown up together since they were little, so it was normal for them to stick together during holidays.

Wenjing smiled shyly and stepped aside to let the two of them in.

Baima stood in the living room, her hands clasped in front of her, her back ramrod straight, trying her best to look like a proper "good child".

"Hello, Auntie. Hello, Uncle. My name is Baima. I am Ding Heng's younger sister. I currently live with my brother and sister-in-law."

"Don't be shy, we've met before! At Wenjing's sister's wedding, don't you remember?"

Zhou Rongmei exchanged a few friendly and polite words, then her gaze began to wander around the living room.

"This house is quite big, can the three of you manage to keep it tidy?"

“They have a nanny.”

Zhao Yanxi poured hot tea for her parents: "But we went on a trip and gave her a holiday as well. We won't be back until tomorrow."

"Oh."

Zhou Rongmei nodded and didn't ask any further questions.

Zhao Xingguo didn't say much from the moment he entered.

He stood in the entryway for a while, his gaze sweeping over several pairs of women's shoes in the shoe cabinet.

She walked to the window and looked at the garden outside, then finally sat down on the sofa and picked up the teacup her daughter handed her.

"This neighborhood has a nice environment; the property management company must be making a lot of money in rent."

"Um……"

Zhao Yanxi responded, her fingers unconsciously clenching: "It's alright, I haven't worried about it."

"Ding Heng paid for everything?"

"right……"

How much do nannies earn?

"I don't know either..."

"Where's Ding Heng? Didn't he spend National Day with you?"

"He had something to do and went to Hong Kong."

Why go to Hong Kong?

"It's a company matter."

Zhao Xingguo asked questions here and there, but his responses were sporadic and he didn't seem to have much of an emotion.

Zhou Rongmei was much more excited than her husband. After all, she only had one daughter, and now that she was living in a villa, she was genuinely happy.

"Young Ding is truly a promising young man..."

While expressing her feelings, she did not forget to tell her daughter: "Don't be too willful in front of him. If he is busy on weekdays, be more considerate of him."

"Mom...don't worry."