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

But... I didn't even feel heartache.

The feeling was very natural, as if it were just an ordinary expense, nothing to make a fuss about.

Wenjing's fingers traced the damp hem of her skirt, and she suddenly felt a sense of disorientation.

When did I start to lose sensitivity to numbers like "tens of thousands of yuan"?

On second thought, if she's like this, what about Wen Shu?

If I can't resist this kind of infiltration into my life, is Wen Shu experiencing the same thing?

Treating my classmates to five-star hotels over the past two days was perhaps just a subtle manifestation of this influence.

Is this really a good thing?

Wenjing lowered her gaze, her thoughts unconsciously drifting deeper into the distance.

"Hey!"

Suddenly, a deliberately startled voice came from behind them.

Ding Heng calmly sipped his tea, not even lifting his eyelids.

Wenjing was so frightened that she trembled all over. When she turned around, she saw Wenshu with a triumphant smile on her face.

"You little rascal!"

Wen Shu exaggeratedly said, "You're having a secret rendezvous with Xu Xian behind your sister's back, aren't you!"

She meant it as a joke, but Wenjing's reaction surprised her.

Suddenly, her older sister's face turned extremely ugly, and her voice revealed a hint of anger.

"Xiao Shu, don't joke around like that!"

In an instant, the private room fell silent.

The two sisters looked at each other, and Wen Shu was stunned, realizing that she had gone too far with her joke.

She quickly apologized, "Sister, I'm sorry! I was just joking."

Wenjing also realized she had overreacted and replied, "I know, I didn't mean anything by it. It's just that you, Xiaoshu..."

Their eyes began to dart away from each other, the rising steam from the teacups blurring their vision.

"The rain has stopped, so I'll go for a walk outside, then go back to the hotel to change my clothes before going to see the show."

Ding Heng broke the deadlock at the right moment, and sighed inwardly.

Wenjing's overreaction to Wenshu's joke shows that she still cares, even though Ding Heng had already made things clear that morning.

For her, Wen Shu wasn't just a close friend like Zhao Yanxi, but a true confidante...

With the steps provided, the two sisters immediately took advantage of the situation and walked out of the teahouse one after the other.

For the next hour or so, Wen Shu walked ahead naturally, maintaining a polite distance from Ding Heng at all times.

She no longer took the initiative to talk to Ding Heng, and the tone when calling him "brother-in-law" was much more restrained than before, even overly formal.

Wenjing didn't say much from beginning to end; she felt a tightness in her chest.

As evening fell, the three returned to the hotel.

Ding Heng was drinking whiskey in the executive lounge, leaving the room for the two sisters to wash up and change.

Half an hour later, Wenjing came out of the bathroom after taking a shower and saw Wenshu squatting on the ground packing her suitcase.

She carefully folded the Bai Suzhen-style ancient dress, put it in a separate paper bag, and then placed it in the inner compartment of her suitcase.

Wenjing asked in surprise, "Xiaoshu, why are you packing your luggage? Aren't we going to see a performance together tonight?"

Wen Shu did not turn around, continued what she was doing, and calmly gave an explanation.

"Something came up at school, so I had to go back early. I changed my flight to tonight."

The excuse wasn't particularly clever, and Wenjing could probably guess the reason.

A feeling of inexplicable guilt welled up inside her.

"Xiao Shu..."

"sister!"

Wen Shu zipped up her suitcase, stood up, and clapped her hands: "Don't overthink it. Your sister is a sensible person and won't make things difficult for you."

Wenjing felt increasingly choked up, but in the end she could only utter one sentence.

"Then... be careful. Call me when you get to school."

"Well, don't worry!"

Wen Shu picked up her suitcase, said goodbye cheerfully, and left.

The wheels of the box made a dull rolling sound. Wenjing sat on the edge of the bed and listened as the sound faded into the distance until it disappeared completely.

As Wen Shu walked out of the room and passed through the administration corridor, she saw Ding Heng sitting by the window in the distance. She hesitated whether to go over and say hello, but Ding Heng took the initiative to call out to her.

"Xiao Shu, are you leaving?"

"Well, something's come up at school, I have to go back first."

Wen Shu didn't stop walking, only slowed down slightly: "Brother-in-law, take good care of my sister."

"It's more like your sister is taking care of me."

Ding Heng smiled and asked, "Want me to take you?"

"No need, my taxi is already downstairs."

"That……"

Ding Heng seemed to want to say something, but Wen Shu didn't give him a chance to speak. She quickly walked to the elevator door and pressed the down button.

The moment the elevator doors opened, she practically fled inside.

As I stepped out of the hotel, the evening breeze greeted me.

Wen Shu put her luggage in the trunk of the ride-hailing car, opened the back door, and sat down.

"Driver, please hurry, I need to catch a flight."

"okay!"

As the car started, the night view of Hangzhou began to flow past.

Wen Shu curled up in her seat, burying her face in her arms, feeling her heart sinking heavily and struggling to breathe.

Much later, she straightened up, raised her right hand, and slapped herself with all her might.

The sound of "snap" was exceptionally clear.

The driver was startled and didn't dare to say anything.

A burning pain spread across my cheek.

They deserve it!

Wen Shu couldn't understand why she couldn't help herself time and time again, and even made such an inappropriate joke in front of her sister today!

She clearly knew where the boundaries were, she knew it perfectly well in her heart, but she just couldn't control herself.

Upon arriving at the airport, Wen Shu dragged her suitcase into the departure hall.

Instead of rushing to get her boarding pass, she went to the corner trash can, took out the ancient-style dress worn by Bai Suzhen and threw it in, then stared blankly into space.

Suddenly, Wen Shu's nose stung, and she felt like crying.

She didn't know why she was crying.

All she knew was that the dress was beautiful and suited her perfectly.

It's a pity they absolutely cannot stay!

Childhood Sweetheart Star

Chapter 320: Joining the Brothers Team! (Dragon Grain Roll)

The May Day holiday is over, and summer vacation has arrived in the blink of an eye.

Ding Heng's junior year was uneventful, except for the period from late May to mid-June.

The good sister, good toy, good playmate, good pillow, good heater, good punching bag, and good stress reliever that accompanied him through countless boring afternoons and witnessed his absurd nights... Miss Baima Yangjin finally packed her bags and embarked on her journey home.

To be honest, Ding Heng was quite unaccustomed to Baima's passing on the day she left. Baima was also quite sad, with red eyes.

The next evening, the little girl called, still laughing and joking like a little devil, showing no sign of missing her brother at all, which made Ding Heng quite depressed.

Next time we meet, I must show my authority as the older brother and give him a good talking-to!

The other girls also had their own things to do, among whom Zhao Yanxi was the most mentally exhausted.

Since the opening of a certain Xue, Rui, and Di coffee shop, her small boutique coffee shop business has been cut in half.

These days, it's considered a blessing if the daily turnover can break even. Most of the time, it's just regular customers making occasional friendly purchases, sitting in the store and chatting, which is like showing her support.

On the second day of summer vacation, at three o'clock in the afternoon, there was not a single customer in the coffee shop.

Zhao Yanxi lay slumped on the table on the second floor, her eyes vacant.

Ding Heng sat opposite her, holding a latte, which was also the only coffee sold in the store that afternoon.

"Brother Ding Heng, what do you say..."

Zhao Yanxi looked dejected and annoyed: "Were those three companies doing it on purpose? They had to drive right next to me, Snow King on the left and Kudi on the right, like the Grim Reapers coming to claim my life! Especially Snow King, they play that music every day, it hurts my ears!"

Zhao Yanxi couldn't pinpoint when it started, but whenever she looked at the Snow King mascot, she found its face repulsive! She wished she could tear its flesh apart!

Ding Heng analyzed seriously: "It's not intentional. After all, this area is a mature business district with great potential. It would be abnormal if brands didn't flock here to open stores!"

"Brother Ding Heng, I'm feeling really bad right now. You don't have to be so objective! Can't you say something nice to comfort me?"

"I was just trying to comfort you."

"You call this comforting?"