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

The office is very large, at least 40 or 50 square meters, and the decoration style is modern and light luxury, with a high-end feel of urban elites!

Ding Heng joked, "This renovation must have been expensive, right?"

"Hehe, the previous owner went bankrupt, so I took over cheaply. The renovations were all ready-made; I just replaced a table and a few paintings."

Baima walked behind the desk, sat in the leather executive chair, swung her short legs, and spun around triumphantly.

"This chair is very comfortable to sit in, and it's also convenient for doing things. Why don't you give it a try, brother?"

"Come on..."

Ding Heng had absolutely no interest.

When they were in Hong Kong, Lin Man had also thought about setting up a luxurious office for him at the company, but Ding Heng refused at the time. Unexpectedly, Bai Ma got to enjoy it ahead of time.

Baima continued, "Over there is a small bathroom, and further on is a wine cellar, a dining area, and... a bedroom and a secretary's room!"

Ding Heng raised an eyebrow. "What do you need these things for?"

"Um... Brother, wait a moment."

Baima jumped off the boss's chair, dashed into the secretary's office, and closed the door behind her.

Ding Heng, hands in his pockets, waited for two minutes, puzzled.

The door opened, and Bai Ma walked out of the secretary's office, having changed into a pure black office lady outfit that had been prepared in advance.

A fitted blazer, a knee-length pencil skirt, black stockings, and black high heels—all complete.

A baby face paired with mature and capable business attire creates a striking contrast.

That sense of misalignment between naivety and deliberate effort is more likely to evoke certain inexplicable thoughts in men than in a truly mature woman.

Bai Ma, wearing high heels, walked back to Ding Heng step by step, placed her hands on his chest, and pushed him towards the boss's chair.

Ding Heng touched the edge of the chair with his calves and sat down.

Baima didn't stop. Instead, she supported herself on the armrest of the chair, slowly climbed up, spread her legs, and knelt on Ding Heng's lap.

"Brother, do you like your 'little' secretary?"

She deliberately emphasized the word "small," leaned forward slightly, and gave a provocative look.

Ding Heng was both amused and exasperated: "Are you trying to steal Lin Man's job?"

"Brother, fire that vixen! She can do it just as well!"

"Oh? Then I'll have to see if you're qualified as a secretary first."

Bai Ma's smile deepened as she gently tugged at Ding Heng's waist rope.

"Then you'd better take the test well, sir!"

……

Forty minutes later, Ding Heng walked out of the office, closing the door behind him.

He straightened his collar slightly and returned to the office area, where he saw Wen Shu sitting at an empty workstation, looking down at her phone.

He walked over and sat down next to Wen Shu.

Wen Shu was startled by Ding Heng's commotion, but breathed a sigh of relief when she looked up and saw it was him.

"Brother-in-law, where is Baima?"

"Still changing clothes."

Ding Heng spoke casually.

After not seeing each other for three months, Baima is very clingy and insists on letting Ding Heng play with her to his heart's content. She'll probably cause a ruckus when they get back tonight.

Wen Shu looked away and didn't ask any further questions.

We're all adults; we know what we should know, and we won't ask questions we shouldn't.

Ding Heng then asked, "How did you end up here?"

"Pema sent me."

Wen Shu's answer was brief: "She said she was too bored making videos by herself, so she asked me to come and keep her company during the summer vacation."

"Don't spoil her too much, or she'll become unruly."

“No one spoils her like your brother-in-law does.”

Wen Shu realized early on that the so-called self-media business was nothing more than a toy that Ding Heng had prepared for his good younger sister.

Even if this toy costs tens of thousands of yuan every month, Ding Heng is willing to pay for it as long as it makes Baima happy.

Thinking of this, Wen Shu couldn't help but ponder further.

If one day I want a toy, what will my brother-in-law prepare for me?

"Ah……"

Ding Heng laughed out loud, without refuting.

Wen Shu looked down at her phone again.

The two fell into the familiar and tacit silence they usually shared.

It's like each of them has carved out their own territory, not disturbing each other, yet knowing of the other's existence.

After a while, Ding Heng spoke again.

"Go back and spend the last half month of summer vacation with your sister. She really misses you."

Wen Shu didn't answer immediately, staring silently at her phone screen, lost in thought.

Ding Heng continued, "Don't worry, I'll basically be away from home during the last part of summer vacation, so you can just stay home with your sister."

Wen Shu's heart skipped a beat.

A thousand flavors surged up, making her throat tight.

Then she spoke, her tone exactly like her older sister Wenjing's usual obedient and responsive manner.

"it is good!"

Chapter 330: The Changes in the Sisters (Part 2)

Baima walked out of the office again; it was almost six o'clock.

The young girl looked neat and tidy, and apart from her slightly unnatural gait, there was no trace of her previous antics in the office.

However, she still seemed a little guilty. She quickly walked over, took Ding Heng's arm, and looked up at him with a flattering smile.

"Brother, I'm hungry."

What do you want to eat?

Baima held Ding Heng with one hand and pulled Wen Shu with the other.

"Come on! I'll take you to eat the best hot pot in Chengdu! As a local, I've vouched for it many times!"

"Aren't you from Tibet?"

"Is it about the same...?"

The three chatted and laughed as they walked out of the office building. Ding Heng drove, while Bai Ma sat in the passenger seat and gave directions. They navigated through the evening rush hour traffic, making many turns, until they finally arrived at the door of a small shop with a faded sign.

"Brother, don't be fooled by this shabby shop. It's been around for over twenty years. If the owner weren't so old and out of touch with the times, with a little marketing, it would probably be a popular online shop."

The shop was bustling with people. Baima was clearly a regular customer. The owner greeted her with a smile and specially arranged seats for the three of them, skipping the queue.

When ordering food, the local Baima didn't ask Ding Heng and Wen Shu's opinions at all and ordered a whole bunch of dishes in a flurry.

They enjoyed a hot pot meal together, and Baima was in high spirits, planning their itinerary after the meal.

"The Nine-Eye Bridge is right next door, just a ten-minute walk away. After you've explored the bridge, you can even take a nighttime boat tour..."

Ding Heng had no objections; he hadn't come to Chengdu for leisure.

Wen Shu also has an easygoing personality; wherever Bai Ma says to go, she goes.

After finishing their meal, the three of them strolled around for about half an hour before finally arriving at the pier to queue up.

Baima excitedly jumped onto the boat, turned around and waved to Ding Heng and Wen Shu: "Hurry up, hurry up!"

Ding Heng boarded the boat, with Wen Shu following behind. The boat swayed gently and slowly sailed away from the dock.

Baima was leaning on the gunwale, reaching out to splash water, when she suddenly heard a sound that made her tense up.

"Huh? That's... Baima?"

Baima looked up at the sound and saw three other tourists on the other side of the cabin, two women and one man, all in their early twenties.

The girl who called her name had curly hair and a warm smile on her face, a smile born from their unexpected encounter.

Upon seeing the face clearly, Baima nervously swallowed.

"Liao Fang? What a coincidence..."

"What a coincidence!"

Liao Fang stood up from her seat and sat down next to Baima: "I thought I was mistaken! It's been four or five years since I last saw you, Baima, you haven't changed at all, you're still so petite."

"Is there...?"

Baima's smile was incredibly awkward.

Liao Fang glanced past Bai Ma, then at Wen Shu and Ding Heng, her tone still warm.

"Are your friends coming to Chengdu to visit you?"

"Hmm...I guess so."

Baima didn't intend to elaborate further.

But Liao Fang clearly wasn't going to let this opportunity slip by, and turned to shout towards the cabin.

"Feng Yan! Chen Feng! Look who's here!"

Two other people walked over at the same time.

Feng Yan is a tall, slender girl who looks very refined.