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

Lin Zhiyuan stood frozen in place, forgetting even to cry out in pain.

He slowly raised his hand and touched his forehead. His fingertips touched a cut, and warm blood was gushing out.

Recalling the various rumors about Lin Zemei that she had heard from her elders, she remained motionless.

Lin Zemei herself was a little confused; logically speaking, she shouldn't have acted so impulsively.

After so many years in prison, his sharp edges should have been smoothed out, and his temper should have been tamed.

But before Lin Zhiyuan could even utter that unpleasant name for her daughter, her hand went limp.

Lin Zemei sat down again: "You can leave now."

Lin Zhiyuan's lips trembled twice, blood flowed into his eyes, and he gasped in pain.

He dared not retaliate at all; he just wanted to escape as quickly as possible.

"Aunt, that..."

"Go back and tell my dad."

Lin Zemei said calmly, "I will talk to them myself. There's no need to send any more juniors."

Lin Zhiyuan responded and fled in a panic...

The door closed.

Lin Zemei took a deep breath, then raised her hand and slapped herself!

Why can't I change this bad temper?

After calming down, she picked up her phone; there were only three names in her contacts.

Lin Man, Duan Biao, Ding Heng.

She tapped the third one and pressed the call button.

"Beep beep..."

After three rings, the other end answered.

"Aunt?"

Ding Heng was slightly surprised: "Is something the matter?"

Lin Zemei asked in a relaxed tone, "Xiao Ding, can Auntie talk to you?"

"Sure, where would you like to talk, Auntie?"

"Is Duan Biao's property management company any good?"

"Row."

Ding Heng agreed without hesitation.

Lin Zemei put her phone back on the table and looked at the dishes in front of her.

It's completely cold...

At 3 PM, in Duan Biao's property management company office.

The room is about ten square meters, simply decorated, with a banner on the wall that was a gift from a local street office.

Lin Zemei lay back in the boss's chair, looked around, and clicked her tongue twice.

"Sure, it looks quite professional."

"That's all thanks to you."

Duan Biao grinned: "With your instructions, Xiao Man has taken good care of us, and our salaries have never stopped."

"Of course."

"But it's just..."

Duan Biao hesitated for a moment, but finally mustered up his courage and said, "These past two years, Xiao Man has been asking us to do things for that Ding Heng."

"So what? He shortchanged you."

"No, that's not true..."

"That's it."

Lin Zemei didn't want to dwell on it too much, but Duan Biao couldn't help but have some doubts.

He continued tentatively, "Sister Lin, do you have any ideas?"

What ideas could I possibly have?

Lin Zemei smiled and said, "I just came out from inside, and I was completely clueless about everything."

"Sister Lin, please don't say that..."

"Old Duan."

Lin Zemei interrupted, saying, "My brothers all have families to support. They should live their lives as usual. Don't let things fall apart just because I'm here."

Duan Biao sighed repeatedly, and finally nodded helplessly.

Footsteps came from outside the door, and the two turned their heads at the same time to see Ding Heng push the door open and come in.

He nodded to Duan Biao first, then sat down in front of Lin Zemei, his attitude being fairly polite.

"Auntie, how have you been lately?"

Lin Zemei suddenly burst out laughing.

"Xiao Ding, you're quite carefree."

"how?"

"You came all alone, aren't you afraid of what you're planning to do?"

"Auntie, it doesn't matter whether I'm here with Uncle Duan or not, whatever you want to do."

Ding Heng remained calm, showing no fear whatsoever.

First, he was fairly certain that Lin Zemei wouldn't dare, and second, even if she did have some intentions, Duan Biao and his group of ordinary people couldn't pose any threat to him.

Lin Zemei didn't reply, but turned her head to glance at Duan Biao.

Duan Biao tactfully stood up, said "I'll go get some water," turned and walked out of the office, closing the door behind him.

The room fell silent.

Ding Heng said, "Didn't Auntie promise Xiaoman to take it easy for her to adjust first? What, you still can't forget your old friends?"

"Adapting is one thing, but you still need to get out and about."

Lin Zemei lay back and said, "We can't stay cooped up at home all the time. If we stay cooped up for too long, we'll get sick even if we weren't already."

"Too."

Ding Heng nodded: "But society has changed so much these days, I'm afraid Auntie hasn't adapted yet, and wandering around could easily cause trouble."

The office fell silent for a moment, and Lin Zemei naturally understood Ding Heng's warning.

Ding Heng's meaning was clear: he wanted her to retire peacefully and not cause Lin Man any trouble!

Lin Zemei smiled wryly: "Xiao Ding, is it necessary to be so direct when talking to your aunt?"

"With family, there's no need to beat around the bush."

Ding Heng, relaxed, said, "Auntie, don't you think so?"

Lin Zemei bluntly stated, "Lin Zhiyuan came to see me today."

"I know."

He said you have a powerful background.

"What does Auntie want to ask?"

Lin Zemei stared at Ding Heng for a few seconds before speaking solemnly.

"Xiao Ding, your aunt asked directly. How long would it take you to handle my brother and my dad?"

Ding Heng tilted his head, as if he was seriously considering the problem.

After a moment, he chuckled softly.

"One day, three days, half a month? We'll see."

Lin Zemei was horrified, but tried her best to remain calm on the surface.

What do you mean by three days or half a month? The implication is that I can take care of your family in no time.

If you want my help, just ask!

This was also a further warning, telling her not to act recklessly.

"I can rest assured that."

"What does Auntie want to do?"

"The New Year is coming soon, I won't disturb you and Xiaoman, or your female friends."

Lin Zemei stood up and sighed, "But I'll have to trouble you to persuade Xiaoman to stay so I can go back and check on the situation first."

Ding Heng asked, "Does Auntie still not forget her family?"

"Not really..."

Lin Zemei picked up the down jacket draped over the back of the chair, put it on, and zipped it up.

"A mother should always prepare a dowry for her daughter so that she won't suffer mistreatment and have a hard life in the future."

Having outsiders help you and taking it back yourself are two completely different things.

Even now, Lin Zemei is still stubborn at heart; otherwise, she wouldn't have insisted on coming to Xingcheng back then to develop the city on her own.

Ding Heng didn't move, but looked up at Lin Zemei.

"Auntie, you're speaking too soon."

"It's not early."

Lin Zemei walked to the door: "Some things are better prepared sooner rather than later."