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

Lin Man accompanied Hua Qing back to Hunan Normal University, and they went home together at the end.

"Are they all here?"

"Sister-in-law Hua Qing!"

Baima was the first to rush over: "I missed you!"

Hua Qing rubbed Bai Ma's head: "You've lost weight."

"That is!"

Pema proudly puffed out her chest: "I've been working so hard lately! I'm out shooting footage from dawn till dusk every day, exposed to the wind and sun, how could I not lose weight?"

"Alright, alright, you're traveling every day, so why bring up all that hardship?"

Zhao Yanxi bluntly exposed him: "How many followers does your account have now?"

"390,000, almost 400,000! The average number of views is also 700,000 to 800,000."

As Baima announced the numbers, her back straightened even more.

"You have the nerve to say that?"

"So, Sister-in-law Yanxi, how much revenue does your coffee shop make per month?"

"..."

Bai Ma's words were a fatal blow, leaving Zhao Yanxi utterly speechless.

Wenjing poked her head out from the kitchen: "Yanxi, stop arguing with Baima and come help set the table."

Zhao Yanxi sighed and got up to walk towards the kitchen.

Ding Heng sat on the sofa, watching the girls interacting in the room, and suddenly felt a little dazed, unable to describe the feeling.

I've been traveling around with Longhe lately, getting used to the scattered lifestyle of staying in hotels. Suddenly returning "home" gives me a feeling I can't quite describe.

His relationships with the girls were complicated, but at this moment, setting aside all those messy thoughts, they were... family.

Ding Heng himself found it a little funny.

"What are you laughing at?"

Hua Qing sat down next to Ding Heng and leaned in obediently.

Counting the time, she hadn't seen a man for over a month and was incredibly thirsty for him, but unfortunately, Wen Shubai was still there...

"nothing."

Ding Heng shook his head, "I just think...it's quite lively."

"Isn't it good to have a lively atmosphere?"

"pretty good."

Ding Heng repeated to himself.

"fine……"

Dinner was a six-dish, two-soup meal prepared by Wenjing early in the morning. It was home-style cooking and not particularly lavish, but it satisfied everyone's tastes and preferences.

As soon as Baima sat down at the table, she couldn't wait to start eating, and as usual, she flattered Wenjing a couple of times before burying her head in her food.

Zhao Yanxi complained about her "unseemly eating manners" while unconsciously putting more food on her plate.

Lin Man acted as a peacemaker, and then, as usual, teased Hua Qing a couple of times, which made the fairy blush with anger.

Wen Shu was the quietest of them all, hardly ever speaking, only occasionally being pulled aside by Bai Ma to chat for a few words.

Ding Heng was sitting opposite her, his gaze sweeping over her.

Wen Shu noticed Ding Heng's gaze, looked up to meet his eyes for a moment, and then quickly lowered her head to continue eating her meal.

The meal went fairly well.

After the meal, Baima took the initiative to wash the dishes and pulled Wenshu to help.

The other girls then gathered around a mahjong table, the stakes being who would get to sleep in the master bedroom that night.

Ding Heng, as usual, went to the balcony to drink alone, gazing quietly at the river. Suddenly, he felt that the scene before him had a kind of unreal beauty.

With Lin Man and Secretary Huang managing his career, things are progressing steadily.

Women each have their own place to settle down, without fighting or grabbing.

What will he do after graduating next year and shedding his student status?

To be a respectable businessman, always dressed in a suit and tie, and adored by everyone.

Continue to be a hands-off manager, letting Lin Man shine in the limelight while you control things from behind the scenes? That's not necessarily a bad thing.

Or you could simply do nothing, live with a few girls, and occasionally go out for a walk... Anyway, as long as you have enough money, that's fine.

He gently swirled the wine in his glass, when he suddenly heard footsteps behind him.

Wen Shu didn't make a sound to disturb them. She quietly walked to another rattan chair, sat down, picked up a whiskey, poured herself a small half glass, and then picked up an ice ball from the ice bucket and put it into the glass.

She took a small sip and commented, "Highland whisky, aged in sherry casks for eighteen years, it's an entry-level stuff. I thought you, brother-in-law, would be drinking something more sophisticated."

Ding Heng raised an eyebrow: "Not bad, when did you learn to drink?"

"It's been a while now."

Wen Shu took another sip: "Brother-in-law, don't tell my sister, or she'll definitely nag me."

Ding Heng continued, "Why are you learning to drink?"

“Every time, whether at home or in a hotel, I see you drinking alone, brother-in-law. I figured out…”

Wen Shu lowered her eyes and stared at the liquid in the glass: "Is wine really that good?"

The implication is—I can drink with you, brother-in-law!

So, I'm the one who corrupted you?

Ding Heng chuckled softly.

He couldn't possibly misunderstand the girl's implied meaning, but for now, it was best to play dumb.

"Brother-in-law, you've corrupted more than just me."

Wen Shu looked up at the girls playing mahjong in the lounge, her tone meaningful.

Ding Heng didn't reply, but raised his glass to Wen Shu for a toast.

After Wen Shu responded, they maintained a tacit silence once again.

"You bastard, Wen Shu!"

Baima suddenly broke the silence, quickly ran over, put her hands on her hips, and glared angrily at Wenshu.

"No wonder you disappeared while I was washing the dishes! Turns out you sneaked out to steal some wine!"

After saying that, Baima sat down on Ding Heng's lap without any hesitation.

Ding Heng subconsciously supported Bai Ma's slender waist, feeling the tiny figure in his arms, and his large hands began to wander.

Wen Shu's gaze swept lightly over the glass, and she downed the remaining half-mouth of whiskey in one gulp.

"You guys chat, I'm going back to my room."

Bai Ma didn't notice anything amiss at all. Only after Wen Shu had walked away did she blink her big eyes and look at Ding Heng:

"Brother, may I sleep in the master bedroom tonight?"

"This……"

Ding Heng smiled enigmatically: "You'd have to ask your sisters-in-law; they probably wouldn't be enough to go around."

Bai Ma's eyes darted around, and finally she simply turned around, straddled Ding Heng's lap facing him, wrapped her arms around his neck, and gave him a fawning smile.

"While they're still playing mahjong...brother, could you feed me some food all by myself?"

Ding Heng reached out and pinched Bai Ma's chin, gently stroking her lower lip with his thumb.

"Then go to your room, take a shower, change your clothes, and wait for me."

"What would you like to see, my brother?"

"Let's go with that white stockings and cat maid outfit. It may be tacky, but I really enjoy playing with it."

"okay!"

Bai Ma jumped off Ding Heng's lap, and as she landed, she didn't forget to throw him a completely unappealing wink before quickly running upstairs to the second floor.

Ding Heng finished the last sip of wine in his glass, then turned and walked back to the living room.

Wen Shu was sitting in a corner of the sofa, looking down at her phone.

Hearing footsteps, she subconsciously looked up, met Ding Heng's gaze, and instinctively wanted to run away.

The dodging movements were so practiced that Ding Heng couldn't help but laugh.

He didn't walk away, but stood still in front of Wen Shu.

"Let's go up together."

Wen Shu almost dropped her phone.

She looked up again, a fleeting look of panic in her eyes, as if a thought she had been carefully hiding had been unexpectedly exposed.

What do you mean? You've brought her along already? Isn't that a bit too sudden?

"I……"

"Didn't you want to take cosplay photos that day?"

Ding Heng spoke naturally and gestured towards the stairs.

"Perfect timing! I'll demonstrate with Baima. How to set up the lights, how to find the right angles, how to guide the model's poses... I guarantee I'll teach you everything I know, and you'll learn it all!"

Wen Shu was stunned, as if she were a statue.

So, I went up there to teach her photography?

She thought...