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

As for whether Longhe appreciates it or not... that's Longhe's business.

After the meal, Longhe was the first to put down his chopsticks.

"Um... Sister Zeng just messaged me saying she has something I need to go back and take care of, so I'll be going now."

She got up quickly, the chair legs scraping against the floor with a short creak.

"I send you."

Ding Heng then stood up.

"no, I'm fine!"

Long He snatched the car keys from Ding Heng's hand and waved his hand at him: "It's a private matter, quite private. It's not convenient for you to come with me. Just consider it... giving you another half-day off!"

Before he finished speaking, he had already disappeared outside the door.

Then the car engine started, the sound gradually fading into the distance and disappearing from sight!

Ding Heng sat back down in his chair, picked up his chopsticks, took a piece of fish, and chewed it slowly.

Wenjing hesitated for a long time, but still couldn't help but ask.

"I hope nothing's wrong with Sister Longhe."

"What could possibly happen?"

Ding Heng picked up the soup bowl and took a sip: "She needs to digest it."

"Digest what?"

"After digesting her brother, I suddenly became a rich man!"

Wenjing blinked, not quite understanding.

She found it strange; wasn't it a good thing that Ding Heng was rich? Why did Long He seem unhappy?

After the meal, Wenjing helped Xiao Tan clear the table, washed the dishes, dried her hands, took off her apron, and sat in the passenger seat of the Touareg.

The car drove away from the old street and merged into the main road.

Wenjing turned her head and asked, "Ding Heng, do you think... I shouldn't have gone today?"

Why shouldn't it be?

"Isn't it embarrassing to run into Long He?"

Wenjing sighed with self-reproach: "It's as if I'm deliberately showing off my relationship with my maternal grandmother's family."

Ding Heng burst out laughing.

"Little Jingjing".

"Ok?"

"You can be quite a tea connoisseur sometimes, you know?"

Wenjing's face flushed red instantly.

"I...I didn't!"

"I'm not saying you did it on purpose."

Ding Heng, steering with one hand, said, "You're just too considerate of others. You're making soup for someone and delivering it to them before they're even mentally prepared, and you've already messed it up for them."

Wenjing's round face puffed up, making her look adorable.

"I was just worried she'd be upset..."

"Why is she upset? She's overjoyed to have a good friend like you."

"What good sisters..."

Wenjing turned her head away, blushing with embarrassment.

Ding Heng stopped teasing her and reached out to ruffle her hair.

"Don't think about it. She'll be just like you guys sooner or later, nothing special."

Wenjing gave a soft "hmm," as if she had been persuaded by Ding Heng, or rather, she was prepared to be persuaded anyway.

After a moment of silence, she changed the subject.

"By the way, Wenshu arrived in Chengdu yesterday."

"Rongcheng?"

"Yes, she said she was going to visit Baima. Baima just returned to Chengdu a couple of days ago to rest, and the two of them have already met up in Chengdu."

"Hey, neither of them told me!"

Ding Heng raised an eyebrow, his tone slightly annoyed.

Wenjing added to the couple's defense, saying, "They were probably having too much fun and forgot."

Ding Heng smiled but didn't reply.

He could roughly guess that it wasn't that she had forgotten, but rather that Wen Shu was still avoiding him.

But it doesn't really matter.

You can run away on the first day of the month, but you can't hide on the fifteenth.

People have to face their own inner thoughts; self-deception can't last.

"Would you like to come and have some fun too?"

Ding Heng suggested, "Anyway, you don't have anything to do these next few days."

What would I do there?

Wenjing shook her head and refused: "When those two girls get together, I feel like I'm from a different generation than them."

"What generation gap? How old are you anyway..."

Ding Heng smiled wryly: "Besides, everyone has their own things to do, and I'm with Long He every day. Aren't you bored at home all by yourself?"

"I'm not alone. Yan hope comes back at night. If I'm not home, won't she be even more lonely?"

"Are you worried that Zhao Yanxi won't have any fun?"

"Hmm...it's nice staying at home."

Wenjing was unwilling, so Ding Heng didn't force her and drove the car home safely.

In the afternoon, Ding Heng spent the entire afternoon alone with Wen Jing.

Actually, nothing special happened. They were quiet and peaceful, like an old married couple who were used to each other's lives.

When Zhao Yanxi returned in the evening, she insisted on going out for hot pot.

The three of them went out for another stroll, and it was almost eleven o'clock when they returned.

They washed up, cuddled together, and then went to sleep.

A night that was no different from any other day.

The next morning.

After a quick wash, Ding Heng changed into clean clothes and drove back to the hotel where Long He was staying.

Arriving at the door of the Longhe Suite, Ding Heng raised his hand and knocked.

The door opened.

Long He looked sleepy, her face bare, and her hair loosely tied back, clearly having just gotten up.

Why are you here?

"I'm your assistant now, so I still have to come."

Ding Heng took a step inside, and Long He subconsciously stepped aside to make way.

Stepping into the living room, Ding Heng familiarly poured himself a glass of water.

Long He closed the door, his expression complicated.

"You really want to be my assistant?"

"if not?"

Ding Heng turned around and leaned against the edge of the table: "At least I can get an internship certificate. I can't have come all this way for nothing."

Long He stood a few steps away, staring at him for several seconds, and finally let out two soft hums, her tone feigning disdain.

"At least you still have some conscience."

Ding Heng smiled but didn't reply.

He could tell that his brother's awkwardness from yesterday had mostly passed.

After agonizing over it all day, Longhe had figured it out.

Her brother never cared about her identity, and she didn't need to care about his identity either.

Besides, isn't it a good thing that my brother is rich? I should be happy for him, it's just that his way of making money is a little unethical.

Even if we assume the worst, could a brother be richer than a big star like her?

Ding Heng continued, "What's the schedule for today?"

"Flying to Chengdu this afternoon to shoot a commercial."

"What a coincidence? My sister is also in Chengdu."

"Your sister?"

“Pema! You’ve met her, last year in Tibet.”

"Oh, that small one, the one that looks like a middle school student?"

"They're almost graduating from university."

"Oh...what's she doing in Chengdu?"

"Shoot videos and create social media content."

"That's quite an idea."