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

Hua Qing pondered, "For money?"

"Does she really want me to make a fool of her daughter for money?"

Hua Qing didn't respond. She had been in frequent contact with Yang Sijie recently, and the other party definitely didn't treat her daughter as a cash cow.

“Yang Sijie and I both know what kind of person Long He is. Don’t be fooled by her easygoing attitude towards me and her calling me ‘brother’ all the time. She’s actually very sensitive about her pride. To put it bluntly, she’s extremely proud.”

Ding Heng calmly recounted, "Right now, in her eyes, I'm just an ordinary college student, and she's a big star. She's in a high position, so she's relatively comfortable around me. But once she finds out I'm her boss, she'll probably feel incredibly awkward."

"So you plan to keep this from Long He forever?"

Of course not.

Ding Heng said seriously, "But to be honest, we have to take drastic measures and change her awkwardness all at once, otherwise dragging it out will make everyone uncomfortable."

Hua Qing asked curiously, "How do you plan to use drastic measures?"

Ding Heng grinned mischievously: "Senior, have you forgotten how strong my medicine was for you?"

Hua Qing's thoughts suddenly tightened, and countless images from the past flashed through her mind.

The hotel's floor-to-ceiling windows, the tainted dance studio, and all sorts of clothes she had never imagined...

Indeed, before Ding Heng gave her the drastic drug, she never imagined that she would be kept as a caged bird by a man.

Ding Heng suddenly spoke up again: "It seems I'll have to help my senior recall things properly tonight."

Hua Qing's ears continued to burn, and she unconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva. The front of the car suddenly became unstable, drawing a slight arc.

"abnormal……"

She muttered something again, even softer than before, almost drowned out by the noise of the road.

Finally, a feeble warning is issued.

"Don't go too far, I have a performance tomorrow!"

Chapter 317: The Thief Cries "Stop Thief!" (Part 2)

The next morning, Ding Heng got up very early, only to find his bedside empty.

He put on his pants, walked out of the bedroom shirtless, and heard a slight noise coming from the direction of the kitchen.

I went over and saw that Hua Qing was standing in front of the stove.

She was wearing an old men's T-shirt, her long hair reached her waist, and her fair thighs were completely exposed from top to bottom.

Ding Heng walked over and hugged Hua Qing, then looked down at her and asked in surprise.

"You ate so much?"

Ding Heng has known Hua Qing for three years and knows her eating habits very well.

A slice of whole wheat bread with a cup of black coffee makes up a breakfast, chicken breast and broccoli for lunch, and dinner is as simple as possible.

Only after becoming his woman did she occasionally stop indulging in food and drink without spoiling the mood; otherwise, she could probably maintain an ascetic lifestyle until the end of time.

The bowl of noodles in front of her weighed at least three ounces, which would have been enough for Hua Qing to eat for two days in the past.

Hua Qing scooped out the noodles and explained, "The next role has physical requirements, so the director wants me to be a little chubby. I have six months to adjust slowly, gain weight first, and then reshape myself according to the performance schedule."

How fat do you have to be?

"Probably... about ten pounds more."

Hua Qing muttered softly, "Don't worry, I'll lose weight again."

Ding Heng was both amused and exasperated. He reached out and pinched the fairy's cheek: "Are you silly? You think I'd dislike your figure?"

Hua Qing turned around, her gaze resentful: "I don't know who keeps saying I have small breasts..."

Ding Heng was speechless, so he helped her carry the noodles to the living room and changed the subject.

What time is your rehearsal this afternoon? I'll pick you up.

"We'll be there around 3 p.m. and expect to be there by 5 p.m."

"Okay, I'll go there ahead of time."

Aren't you bored staying home alone during the day?

"Isn't this because I have black beans to keep me company?"

Just as Ding Heng finished speaking, Hei Dou strolled leisurely to his feet, then with a sudden burst of strength, lightly jumped onto Ding Heng's lap and lay down comfortably.

"Look, she's much more sensible than you!"

Ding Heng gently placed his palm down, and the black bean-like creature seemed to enjoy it, letting out two soft "meows".

"White-eyed cat."

Hua Qing pouted and couldn't help but mutter something.

She still can't figure out why Heidou always likes to get close to smelly men.

After breakfast, Hua Qing went back to her room to change her clothes, picked up her bag, and went to the entrance to change her shoes.

After much hesitation, she finally stood up slightly on tiptoe and gave Ding Heng a light kiss on the lips.

"gone."

After the kiss, Hua Qing quickly and shyly fled.

Ding Heng watched Hua Qing walk into the elevator, touched his lips, and was at a loss for words, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

That's the most interesting thing about fairies.

Even though it's been three years and she's been thoroughly "exploited" by everyone, she still acts like an innocent girl in many small things, getting shy for half a day over the slightest intimate interaction.

Ding Heng couldn't help but tease her on purpose, seeing her nervous yet unwilling to refuse.

Thank you, system. I've really struck gold.

Or perhaps... every single girl I met was a gem?

As Ding Heng closed the door, wondering how to kill time in the morning, his phone suddenly vibrated. It was his father, whom he hadn't contacted in a long time.

[Dad]: Link—Peking University Photography Lecture, Traveler Without Borders.

Ding Heng: ?

Ding Heng: How did you know I was in the capital?

[Dad]: Are you in the capital?

Ding Heng: ...

Why doesn't he usually contact his son, but instead sends him photos of his lecture at Peking University to show off?

[Ding Heng]: What time? Send it to me from the location.

[Dad]: I didn't say you had to come.

Ding Heng gave a wry smile and turned off his phone.

My own father is now able to give lectures at Peking University; he can be considered a successful person, at least in a way.

It's a pity I came too late. If it had been two or three years earlier, I could have lived the life of a rich kid for a few days.

A little after nine o'clock, Ding Heng appeared outside a teaching building at Peking University.

The classroom where the lecture was held was quite large, capable of accommodating more than 500 people, and it was barely full.

Ding Heng picked up a brochure at the door, opened it, and learned that his father had recently won another award, a prestigious international one, and was now aiming for the top spot in the national photography world.

No wonder he was invited to give a lecture...

Ding Heng arrived at a seat near the back of the classroom. As soon as he sat down, he saw Wen Shu in the second row on the left, talking to a girl next to her.

Several of her classmates were wearing the same dark blue short-sleeved shirts with the "Peking University Photography Club" logo printed on the chest, suggesting that the lecture was probably organized by the photography club.

Wen Shu didn't notice her brother-in-law behind her, and Ding Heng didn't intend to greet him.

There was a boy not far away who kept glancing at Wen Shu, but Wen Shu kept chatting with the girl next to her and didn't give him any eye contact.

The lecture was about to begin, and the boy seemed to have finally made up his mind. He got up and moved to the empty seat next to Wen Shu.

As soon as he sat down, Wen Shu's expression immediately changed.

However, she did not show any obvious dissatisfaction; she simply stood up naturally and indicated that she was going to the restroom.

Five minutes later, Wen Shu returned, patted the girl near the aisle on the shoulder, and gestured for her to move one seat further inside.

The girl was very accommodating, so Wen Shu naturally sat on the outside, keeping a distance of one person from the boy.

The boy looked embarrassed and could only bury his head in his phone, pretending nothing had happened.

The lecture started promptly at 9:30.

After the host gave an introduction, Ding Wenjie walked onto the stage amidst applause.

Although he has never been a high-ranking leader and has little experience in public speaking, he has worked as a journalist for many years and his speech is quite fluent.

The speech was roughly divided into three parts.

His early experience as a journalist, his turning point into photography after losing his beloved wife, and his photographic insights gained from traveling to various places over the years.

Occasionally, he would intersperse a few amusing anecdotes from the outdoor shoot, making the audience laugh.

The second half of the lecture was a Q&A session with students.

The questions were varied, ranging from equipment and composition concepts to the impact of AI on photography...

Ding Wenjie answered each question sincerely.

Until a girl in the front row took the microphone.

"Professor Ding, your photography covers a very wide range of subjects, from documentary to natural landscapes. I'd like to ask if there's any subject you particularly want to photograph but haven't yet? Or, is there any new direction you'd like to explore in the future?"

"This……"

Ding Wenjie did not give an answer immediately, but instead buried himself in thought.

Finally, Ding Wenjie picked up the microphone again.

"If I had to name a subject I've always wanted to photograph but haven't yet... it would probably be that I've never properly taken photos of my son."