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

She rushed downstairs without putting on a coat, and the cold wind hit her in the face, making her shiver.

The black Mercedes was still parked on the side of the road.

Long He walked over and opened the passenger door.

The driver, Ding Heng, leaned back in his seat, crossed his arms, and fell into a deep sleep.

Long He paused for two seconds, then bent down and gently patted Ding Heng's shoulder.

"Ding Heng".

no response.

"Ding Heng!"

She increased the pressure, and Ding Heng suddenly opened his eyes.

"Ok?"

"You really were waiting for me?"

"Get in the car first..."

Ding Heng yawned softly.

Longhe bent down and sat in the passenger seat, then closed the car door.

"are you hungry?"

"nonsense."

Ding Heng started the car: "I've been waiting for you all night, my stomach is growling."

"Where?"

"Whatever, how about a hot pot restaurant?"

Ding Heng pointed to a hot pot restaurant not far ahead. At two o'clock in the morning, there were still two or three tables of customers.

Longhe wasn't bothered by what they ate; what mattered was that her brother was with her for the meal.

After the two ordered their food, the hot pot broth was served, and Ding Heng also ordered a bottle of Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor).

Longhe picked up a piece of tripe with his chopsticks and dipped it in the pot.

"Ding Heng".

"Ah."

"sorry."

Ding Heng was drinking when he heard this, so he put down his glass and sighed with a smile.

"Apologize for what?"

"I've kept you waiting for so long."

Long He said guiltily, "I didn't expect today either. There were recordings and meetings, making you run around with me."

"That's it?"

Ding Heng didn't seem to care at all: "Brother, aren't you being too formal?"

Faced with Ding Heng's attitude, Long He could say no more.

But she knew in her heart that this was not a matter of whether or not to meet outsiders, but rather the helplessness she faced due to her identity.

Every time she spent with Ding Heng, she felt like there wasn't enough time.

But when she had so much time, she didn't know what to do with it.

Longhe suddenly began to wonder if he was really suited to stay with his brothers for a long time.

Just as he was lost in thought, Ding Heng turned and asked another question.

"Leaving tomorrow?"

"Yes, my flight is in the morning."

"Then we won't see each other again until around the New Year."

"Is it Chinese New Year?"

Long He said helplessly, "There will be even more announcements during the Chinese New Year, so I'm not sure I'll have time."

"fine."

Ding Heng replied casually, "If you're too busy this year, I'll definitely come to wish you a Happy New Year."

Faced with Ding Heng's positive and optimistic attitude, Long He had no choice but to cheer up again.

"Then I'll wait."

"Okay, it's a deal!"

It was past 3 a.m. when we left the hot pot restaurant.

Long He exhaled a puff of white breath: "You've had quite a bit to drink. Shall I call you a designated driver?"

Ding Heng smiled and said, "It's alright, I've already called a designated driver."

"Who?"

As soon as Long He finished speaking, the door of the black Mercedes opened, and Zhao Yanxi climbed out of the driver's seat.

"Brother Ding Heng!"

Zhao Yanxi climbed out of the driver's seat, jogged over to Ding Heng, looked up at him with her eyes crinkling into crescents.

"Have you finished eating?"

"Ah."

Ding Heng reached out and ruffled her hair: "How long have you been waiting?"

"Not long, just a little while."

Zhao Yanxi turned to Long He with a smile: "Sister Long He, it's been a long time."

Long He nodded: "Long time no see."

"Then we'll be going now."

Zhao Yanxi naturally took Ding Heng's arm and began to complain in a coquettish voice.

"Ding Heng, you haven't been home for the past two days. You even called me in the middle of the night and woke me up, so I didn't get any sleep!"

The sound wasn't loud, but Long He heard it clearly.

That kind of...sad yet slightly sweet coquettishness has nothing to do with complaining.

It's like a cat that's been neglected for two days, finally waiting for its owner to come home, then rubbing against them and meowing a couple of times, even though it has already forgiven them.

Ding Heng raised his hand and gently stroked the tip of her nose.

"You talk too much."

"hey-hey……"

Zhao Yanxi shrank her neck and pressed herself close to Ding Heng, a sight that Long He could tell whether intentionally or unintentionally.

Longhe watched as the two got into the Mercedes she had bought, one after the other, and slowly drove away into the night.

She wasn't jealous; rather... it was as if she suddenly understood something.

He got up in the middle of the night in the damp, cold winter to go out and pick someone up without the slightest reluctance.

Perhaps... a girl who's always there when you call is more suitable for my brother?

Chapter 294: Baima's Major Life Event

After Long He left, Ding Heng's life returned to normal.

Does he attend classes, have meals with Wenjing, and occasionally visit the coffee shop construction site to see Zhao Yanxi working?

Lin Man continued to shuttle between Hong Kong and Singapore as usual, while Hua Qing rehearsed a new play in the capital.

Only Baima was left as an idle person in the family.

That afternoon, Ding Heng was taking a nap on the sofa when Bai Ma ran downstairs.

Wearing a teddy bear-themed loungewear set and a pair of plush bunny slippers, she looks adorable in pink, but also rather listless.

She slumped forward, and Ding Heng pulled her into his arms.

"My dear sister, what happened to you? You look like a wilted eggplant."

"Brother."

Baima looked worried: "Emergency."

"What emergency?"

"My mother wants me to go back to Chengdu for the Chinese New Year."

"That's great! Since your mom misses you, spend more time with her, and you'll get more pocket money!"

"What a load of rubbish..."

Bai Ma wriggled repeatedly in Ding Heng's arms: "Brother, you have to help me think of a way. I don't want to go back to Chengdu for the New Year."

Ding Heng asked curiously, "Didn't you go back last year? Why don't you want to this year?"

"Last year I went back to Tibet!"

Baima exclaimed anxiously, "Can Chengdu and Tibet be compared?"

"What's different?"

"Of course they're different!"

Pema explained, “In Tibet, my mother is busy with the cooperative and has no time for me. I eat and sleep all day long, and at most I accompany her to visit a few herders. Life couldn’t be more comfortable.”

Chengdu is different. During the Spring Festival, she'll definitely take me to meet all sorts of business partners. Today it's this uncle, tomorrow that aunt, the day after tomorrow some association president… You wouldn't believe the way they look at me, like I'm some kind of merchandise.”

Ding Heng was amused by her analogy.