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

Longhe grunted in dissatisfaction, tilting his head back and forth in protest.

Ding Heng ignored her, half-carrying and half-lifting her into the bathroom, turned on the shower and adjusted the water temperature, then used one hand to unzip the side of her skirt until he stripped his brother naked and put him in the bathtub.

Squeezing out the shower gel and quickly lathering it, Ding Heng began applying it to Longhe's entire body, his movements slow and gentle, leaving no corner untouched...

It took Ding Heng a full forty minutes to finally wash his brother clean, and then wrap him up in a bath towel.

Throughout the entire process, Long He was half-asleep, like a boneless mollusk, completely at Ding Heng's mercy.

Finally, after dressing his brother in a bathrobe and tucking him back into bed, Ding Heng's breathing inevitably became a little heavier.

Giving my brother a bath only made me angry.

He sighed, took out his phone, and opened the group chat with the girls.

[Ding Heng]: @All members, is anyone still awake at home?

【Good Luck Xiao Jing】: I'm not asleep, is there something wrong?

[Ding Heng]: It's nothing, I need to talk to you about something when I get back.

【Good Luck Xiao Jing】: Oh!

【Good Luck Xiao Jing】: [Cute Little Rabbit.jpg]

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The next morning, Longhe was awakened by the sunlight.

She frowned, turned over, and buried her face in the pillow again, immediately feeling a dull pain in her temples.

The feeling of a hangover is really unpleasant...

Long He slowly sat up, rubbed his temples, and looked around the room. There was no one else there.

Looking down again, I saw that the robe was tied casually, but at least it was tied.

Immediately afterwards, fragmented memories flashed through my mind, especially a scene of scrubbing someone in the bath, which seemed particularly clear and even unforgettable.

"Long He, can't you be a little more sensible?"

She patted her cheeks, threw off the covers and got out of bed. Barefoot, she walked to the window and yanked open the curtains.

A new day!

The first day as the King of Singers!

Longhe stretched by the window, then turned around and found his phone.

The moment the screen lights up, unread messages and push notifications fill the screen.

She was too lazy to click to see, so she directly clicked on the trending topics list and quietly watched as passersby and fans showered her with compliments!

Finally, she smiled with satisfaction, then sat cross-legged on the sofa, raised the trophy, found a well-lit angle to take a picture, and opened WeChat to edit it.

The caption was just two words: 【Good morning!】

The moment it was posted, likes and comments skyrocketed.

She didn't look at the comments section because she knew what her fans would say without even looking.

The comments were nothing more than things like "Baby is so beautiful", "The champion deserves it", and "I've been listening to the new song on repeat all day".

She was satisfied and ready to wash up when she took off her bathrobe and noticed a small, light red mark below her collarbone.

It looks like the legendary hickey...

Who printed this?!

Long He was stunned, the scene in the bathroom last night flashing through his mind again, and his face turned red!

Ding Heng is shameless; he actually took advantage of her while she was drunk!

I treated him like a brother!

"It's okay, it's okay, it's okay,"

She calmed herself down and tried to continue convincing herself.

"Hey bro, it's normal for someone to get bumped or bruised while helping someone take a shower...it's normal! It's normal!"

She turned on the shower while muttering to herself, only to find that the red marks on her body were more than just a few.

Back, arms, thighs... and even certain unspeakable parts.

What exactly does "brother" mean?!

Longhe felt hotter and hotter as he took a bath.

After changing into clean clothes and getting ready, she left the bedroom, intending to find Ding Heng and get some answers.

"Ding Heng!"

She shouted, but no one answered.

There was no one in the living room or the side bedroom, and the luggage was gone. There was only a half-finished glass of whiskey on the coffee table.

My phone vibrated in my pocket.

He took it out and saw it was a message from Ding Heng.

Ding Heng: Congratulations, brother.

[Ding Heng]: I have to go to Hong Kong for a few days. Brother, you should find a formal assistant. I'm not really suitable.

About ten seconds later, another message came in.

[Ding Heng]: I'll come back and meet up with you again when I have time.

Longhe remained motionless for a long time, and then the screen automatically turned off.

She flopped onto the sofa, feeling a mix of emotions she couldn't quite describe.

Actually, last night was a good opportunity...

If she's bold enough, she might even pick up the microphone and shout something out loud the moment the spotlight shines on her during the awards ceremony.

"This song was actually written for one person!"

But she didn't...

She didn't have the guts, not for all these years, not even in parallel worlds, until she died alone...

After spacing out for a while, Longhe's mind started wandering to other things.

What was Ding Heng doing in Hong Kong? Was he going to see that rich woman named Lin Man?

How will they interact? Will they eat together? Attend events together? Or something more?

She'd heard that rich women had all sorts of fancy things to do, like steel wool, candles... and other novelties she'd never even heard of.

Long He became increasingly agitated and raised both hands to slap his face hard.

"Are you out of your mind? What's it to you?!"

She picked up her phone to call Sister Zeng to inquire about the follow-up arrangements, but Sister Zeng called first.

"Hey?"

Sister Zeng also drank quite a bit last night, and looked exhausted when she woke up: "Awake?"

"You're awake. What are the plans for today?"

"You had a magazine interview scheduled for this afternoon, but I'll postpone it to tomorrow. I also have a few business collaboration proposals; I'll send you the details on WeChat so you can take a look when you have time."

Sister Zeng took a breath: "Also... you might have to go to Hong Kong."

HK?

Is it really that much of a coincidence?

Longhe asked excitedly, "Great! What kind of job are you going to Hong Kong for?"

"It's not work. Someone wants to see you and invites you to dinner."

Sister Zeng's tone was subtle: "The investor contacted me late last night, saying that he watched the whole thing and really appreciated your performance. He'd like to invite you to dinner alone so we can have a chat, and he hopes you'll do him the honor."

Investors? Which investor?

Asking yourself out for dinner alone?

Long He's heart skipped a beat.

"Hello? Long He?"

Sister Zeng called out again.

"Ah, yes!"

Long He snapped out of his daze and, unwilling to give up, pressed on, "Investor? Which investor?"

"The biggest investor, the one we can't refuse..."

Sister Zeng sighed, her tone full of helplessness: "Long He, you should understand, after all, they spent so much money on you."

An investor in the entertainment industry, meeting with him for a meal alone.

Everything seemed self-evident.

Longhe hung up the phone and remained silent.

Chapter 344: Meeting Brothers Openly and Honestly

The harbor breeze was slightly salty and damp.

On the villa's terrace, Zhao Yanxi, dressed in a silk robe, rested her elbows on the railing, gazing at the distant view of Victoria Harbour.

The phone screen displayed a message from her mother, Zhou Rongmei. After confirming that the flight information was correct, Zhao Yanxi locked the screen and put the phone back in her pocket.

She had arrived in Hong Kong a week early. With Ding Heng away, she had nothing to do and could only shop with Lin Man every day, but she always felt like she was holding her breath.

"Are you worried?"

Lin Man's voice came from behind her as she handed a cup of coffee to Zhao Yanxi.

Zhao Yanxi accepted the coffee, thanked him, and took a sip; the temperature was just right.