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

He went a bit overboard last night. He was worried that something might go wrong with today's performance, but it turned out he was just overthinking it.

Hua Qing on stage wore a completely different dance dress.

Solemn, elegant, and untouched by worldly dust.

Too……

Who would take the costumes from the official performance home?

That outfit from last night was probably Hua Qing's spare clothes, or perhaps she had anticipated it and deliberately used it to deal with him.

The fairy has gone astray!

On stage, Hua Qing bowed again to take her bow, a thin layer of sweat on her forehead, and a relaxed and satisfied smile on her face.

The lights went out completely, and the audience began to leave one after another.

Ding Heng stood up, took out the roses he had prepared in advance, and walked through the side passage towards the backstage.

As soon as I arrived at the entrance of the dressing room, I heard a chattering voice coming from inside.

The door was half open, and several young actresses surrounded Hua Qing, praising her for looking great today.

Ding Heng raised his hand and knocked on the door frame.

"Boom, boom, boom."

Several pairs of eyes turned to look at them simultaneously.

"Hey, Hua Qing, your boyfriend's here!"

Someone shouted out first, and started jeering in an exaggerated tone.

Ding Heng walked over and handed the bouquet to her.

"Congratulations on the princess's successful performance."

Hua Qing accepted the flowers and shyly thanked them softly.

"Give me a kiss! Give me a kiss!"

Someone else shouted, and this time even more people joined in the commotion, purely out of a desire to see more excitement.

Hua Qing had no choice but to quickly tiptoe and give Ding Heng a light kiss on the corner of his mouth, a fleeting touch.

"Wow...!!!"

The dressing room erupted in chaos.

Hua Qing's face turned so red it was almost bleeding, but Ding Heng remained calm, smiled at everyone, and then leaned down to whisper in Hua Qing's ear.

"Did my senior try to fool me last night?"

"you guess."

Hua Qing smugly hummed, having finally managed to get her revenge in front of Ding Heng.

Ding Heng was both amused and exasperated.

The fairy has really gone astray; she needs to be punished properly when we get back!

"You change your clothes first, I'll wait for you at the back door."

Hua Qing nodded, picked up the flower, and turned to walk back to the changing room.

Ding Heng left the dressing room and went to the back door.

A man in his fifties stood at the door, seemingly having been waiting for a long time.

Lao Meng, the chief director of "Silk Road·Loulan".

Seeing Ding Heng come out, Old Meng smiled and took out a cigarette from his cigarette case and handed it to him.

"Mr. Ding, would you like one?"

"Thank you, I don't smoke."

Ding Heng waved his hand.

Old Meng didn't force him; he put the cigarette in his mouth and lit it with a lighter.

The smoke dissipated under the streetlights, and Old Meng started chatting about everyday things.

"How long have Mr. Ding and Hua Qing been together?"

"More than two years."

"It's obvious that you two have a very good relationship."

"good."

“Mr. Ding, Hua Qing is a promising talent. If she develops normally, she can be a star for ten years or so.”

Old Meng took another drag of his cigarette, flicked off the ash, and asked, "I'd like to ask you what your thoughts are on her future development?"

Ding Heng replied dismissively, "Hua Qing now has a management company. Director Meng can discuss his thoughts with the company."

Old Meng smiled and softened his tone: "A company is a company, but we still hope to have someone who truly cares about Hua Qing."

The implication was that I knew the company needed your word to have any effect.

So please give us an explanation of your plans for Hua Qing, and any taboos you may have, so that we can have a better understanding.

"Don't worry, Mr. Ding, Hua Qing will definitely not be mistreated in our group."

Lao Meng added, "We hope she can get more resources and go further, not just stay in the current theater."

The meaning is quite clear now.

Two words—money!

Ding Heng pondered, "I don't have many requirements, I just hope that Hua Qing can have enough autonomy."

The implication is that I'm willing to invest money, but Hua Qing needs to have decision-making power over things like script design and dance choreography, and not just be a puppet.

"of course can."

Old Meng's eyes lit up, and he almost blurted it out.

In today's economic climate, it's already a rare treat to have a God of Wealth around, so we dare not nitpick.

Footsteps echoed down the corridor as Hua Qing emerged after removing her makeup and changing her clothes, naturally linking her arm with Ding Heng's.

"Director Meng."

"Hua Qing, you did very well today."

Old Meng's tone returned to its usual easygoing manner: "Go back and get some rest. There's another match next week."

"Okay, goodbye Director Meng!"

Hua Qing nodded politely and followed Ding Heng back to the car.

What did Director Meng say to you?

"Nothing, just chatting."

"Oh……"

Hua Qing didn't ask any more questions, but she could roughly guess what was going on.

Ding Heng started the car: "Where are we going to celebrate?"

"Casual!"

Hua Qing stretched, her face beaming with smiles.

It's clear that the successful premiere made her very happy, after all, it was her first time playing the lead role in a major production, which was quite memorable.

It's a pity that her parents, Hua Yue, and several close "sisters" couldn't come to the capital to watch...

Just as Ding Heng was about to speak, Hua Qing's phone suddenly rang.

She took her phone out of her pocket and glanced at the screen.

"Longhe?"

Ding Heng gestured for her to answer, and Hua Qing pressed the answer button to speak.

"Hey?"

"Hua Qing! How was the performance? I just saw your message, congratulations!"

Long He's tone was light and enthusiastic, and it was clear that he was genuinely happy for Hua Qing.

"Thank you."

However, with a man beside her, Hua Qing couldn't show too much emotion.

"Don't mention it, we're colleagues now!"

Longhe continued, "Where are you? Want to celebrate together? I happen to be in the capital today too, just finished recording a program."

Hua Qing subconsciously looked at Ding Heng.

Ding Heng nodded.

"it is good!"

Hua Qing responded, and Long He gave her the restaurant's name and address over the phone.

See you later!

"Okay, see you later!"

The phone hangs up.

Hua Qing put her phone in her pocket and turned to look at Ding Heng.

"Longhe didn't know you were here too."

"Ah."

"Then when she sees you..."

"fine."

Ding Heng stepped on the gas: "Let's go, let's give her a surprise!"