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

Ding Heng doesn't plan to bother with her little schemes for the time being, as long as they don't affect the normal operation of the store.

As for whether it will cause any trouble in the future...

That depends on whether Zhao Yanxi has the ability to handle it.

"I go first."

Ding Heng got up and left the private room. Forty minutes later, he drove to the hotel where Long He was staying.

He knew the way well and went up to the administration floor. He stopped in front of the door and knocked twice.

The door was quickly opened, revealing the brother wearing a sports vest and sports shorts, showing off his sleek physique.

The groove of the rectus abdominis muscle is shallow but distinct, extending from the lower edge of the sternum all the way to the navel.

The navel is slightly sunken, with a hint of pink at the edges.

On both sides are two slightly raised curves that subtly tuck into the waistband of the shorts.

The thigh muscles are firm and smooth, without any excess fat, the kneecaps are small and rounded, and the calves are taut.

He had probably just finished some high-intensity training, as his entire body was covered in a thin layer of sweat.

Ding Heng's Adam's apple bobbed, and his gaze returned to Long He's lower abdomen.

Damn, bro, you're getting more and more awesome!

"Just finished working out?"

"I just finished my run, come in first, don't stand at the door."

Longhe gestured for Ding Heng to come in and took out some whiskey from the liquor cabinet and poured it for him.

Ding Heng scrutinized his brother's physique once more, his urge to take advantage of him growing stronger.

The gaze inevitably drifts to Long He's lower back, where a pair of dimples are nestled at the narrowest part of his back, making for a very attractive sight.

This also shows that Longhe has indeed become more self-disciplined and dedicated recently, no longer as lazy as before.

Long He tossed a ball of ice into the whiskey and handed it over: "Ding Heng, what did you say in December?"

Ding Heng took the wine glass: "What did I say?"

"You said you'd wish me a Happy New Year this year."

Long He emphasized, enunciating each word clearly: "And what's the result? It's almost the end of March, and we still haven't seen a trace of you."

Ding Heng then remembered that he had indeed said those words when Long He returned to Xingcheng last year.

"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, it was my fault."

He quickly admitted his mistake, his tone sincere: "I was just... busy checking up on your boss, and I forgot."

Long He narrowed his eyes, his expression one of doubt.

"Really?"

"real."

Ding Heng remained expressionless: "I haven't even had a proper New Year's celebration because of you, my brother."

Long He stared at Ding Heng for several seconds, seemingly trying to determine whether he was lying.

Finally, she looked away, picked up her wine glass, and let out a soft hum.

"At least you still have some conscience."

"Absolutely."

Ding Heng clinked glasses with her.

Long He continued, "Seriously, did you really find out about my boss?"

"almost."

Ding Heng crossed his legs: "I've already found out where he lives in Hong Kong. I haven't gotten the exact address yet, but the general direction is clear."

Long He asked in surprise, "Where did you get this information?"

It's unbelievable that Ding Heng was able to find out the address of such a mysterious tycoon.

"My boss has friends who work as entertainment reporters in Hong Kong."

Ding Heng said in a serious tone: "Those people in this line of work are well-informed. As long as they are willing to spend money, they can dig up anything."

"Your boss?"

Long He blinked: "When did you get a boss?"

"That happened last year."

Ding Heng said casually, "I earn some pocket money by taking photos for people."

Long He said "Oh," but his expression was rather unpleasant.

What kind of boss is he? Is he a legitimate boss?

Surely no one did what she wanted to do beforehand!

"Then... have you found out anything else about him?"

"Hmm... how should I put it?"

Ding Heng put down his wine glass and began to make up a story: "It is said that he is a middle-aged man in his forties, not tall and not good-looking. He usually lives a secluded life and rarely shows his face. Even people in his company rarely see him in person."

"In your forties?"

Long He frowned slightly: "Then wouldn't that be about the same age as my mother?"

"Hmm...maybe a few years older than your mother."

Ding Heng continued to fabricate: "I heard that he made a fortune in his early years, and has been operating in a low-key manner ever since, so not many people in the industry know about him."

Long He nodded thoughtfully, then asked, "Does he... have a wife and children?"

"I haven't found out that."

Ding Heng shrugged: "He's really too mysterious. It must have taken a lot of effort to dig up all of this."

Longhe picked up his wine glass and took another sip.

"Ding Heng".

"Ok?"

"I have a scheduled event in Hong Kong the day after tomorrow, and I can't cancel it."

She said seriously, "I'll go with you to investigate when the time comes."

"Me too?"

"You don't want to go?"

"no……"

"Then it's settled."

Long He decisively decided: "I will arrange a suitable identity for you, and you can just follow me."

"What is your identity?"

"assistant."

Long He said matter-of-factly, "My current assistant is a young girl. I'll let her rest for a couple of days, and you can take over."

Ding Heng was both amused and exasperated: "Are you sure you won't give yourself away?"

"Didn't you study journalism in college? You should be able to handle this."

Long He said firmly, "Besides, you're just going to run errands for me, I'm not going to ask you to do anything complicated."

"alright."

Ding Heng did not refuse: "You can arrange it."

Long He's expression finally softened when he saw that he had agreed.

"Also, about that internship you mentioned last time... does it still count?"

"Of course it counts."

Ding Heng asked jokingly, "What, you want me to be your assistant forever?"

"I'm serious."

Long He said seriously, "Don't all seniors need to find a place for their internship? Coming here is better than going to those messy companies. Consider this trip to Hong Kong as an early adaptation to the job market."

"I'll think about it."

Ding Heng picked up his wine glass but did not respond directly.

Longhe didn't press him, and picked up the bottle again to pour him some more.

"Anyway, think it over carefully, I'll save this spot for you."

"Thanks, bro!"

Ding Heng raised his glass again and clinked it against hers.

The two drank for a while longer, and Long He's head started to spin.

"Alright, it's getting late."

She stood up and stretched: "You should go back now, I should go to sleep too."

Ding Heng got up to leave, but Long He called him back again.

"Ding Heng".

"Ok?"

"Your flight is at nine o'clock the day after tomorrow. Don't be late."

"rest assured."

Ding Heng waved to her: "You should get some rest."

Long He gave a soft "hmm," watched Ding Heng's figure disappear at the end of the corridor, and slowly closed the door.