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

"Sister Man, why are you out here?"

"With Sister Qing accompanying the boss, there's no need for me for the time being."

Lin Man stopped beside her and also gazed into the distance.

Is it necessary?

Lin Man joked, "When I introduced my boss to my mom, I was much calmer than you."

Zhao Yanxi smiled wryly: "At least your mother knows what's going on, but my mother and father still don't understand the seriousness of the situation."

Lin Man took a small sip of her coffee, giving Zhao Yanxi time to process her emotions.

"Sister Man, what do you think... my dad will think?"

Lin Man slowly twirled the coffee cup in her hand.

“Your father is a smart man. A smart man wouldn’t make a mistake when it comes to his daughter.”

"But……"

"But what?"

Lin Man smiled reassuringly and asked, "Are you worried that your dad will turn hostile on the spot? Or are you worried that he and your mom will disagree and end up arguing?"

Zhao Yanxi pursed her lips, realizing that Lin Man had hit the nail on the head.

Lin Man continued, "Don't worry. If your dad were really capable of turning on you, he would have done so long ago when your mom's relatives made such a scene. The fact that he's been able to hold back until now shows that he has a sense of right and wrong and knows what he should and shouldn't care about."

Zhao Yanxi remained silent for a long time, then shook her head with a wry smile.

"I hope so..."

She understood the reasoning behind it, but even though she understood it, she still felt nervous and scared when the time came.

Lin Man comforted her, "Don't worry, the boss is here for you!"

Zhao Yanxi did not answer, but her tense body did relax slightly.

At that moment, a trembling sob came from inside the room, a whimpering plea for mercy.

Zhao Yanxi and Lin Man fell silent at the same time, then burst out laughing in unison.

Zhao Yanxi joked, "Sister Qing is really something, she always has to be so stubborn."

Lin Man, however, was unfazed: "It's normal not to see the boss for a month."

After finishing the last sip of coffee, Zhao Yanxi placed the empty cup on the railing and turned to face the inside of the house.

"Let's go back inside; it's windy outside."

Lin Man also put down her cup and casually drew the curtains.

In the bedroom, Hua Qing lay sprawled on the sofa, her long hair disheveled, her face buried in the cushions, emitting broken sobs.

Ding Heng's hand was still gently massaging her lower back.

"Is the senior still being stubborn?"

"Well……"

Hua Qing didn't answer, but made a muffled nasal sound, it was hard to tell whether it was a complaint or a coquettish plea.

Zhao Yanxi walked over and squatted down, reaching out to brush away the strands of Hua Qing's hair that were damp with sweat.

"Sister Qing, look at you, look at you, trying to be strong again?"

Hua Qing's face was still flushed, and her eyes were still a little moist, but she still retorted stiffly.

"Who's being stubborn? He's the one cheating..."

Zhao Yanxi and Lin Man exchanged a glance, suppressing their laughter, and did not expose them.

"Boss, take it easy, we have important business to attend to tomorrow."

Lin Man took the initiative to walk over and put her hands on Ding Heng's shoulders to massage them.

Ding Heng narrowed his eyes slightly, quietly enjoying the moment.

Zhao Yanxi got up and snuggled into the man's arms, looking up at him.

"Ding Heng... are you really going to tell my parents the truth?"

Ding Heng met her gaze.

"Otherwise what? Do you have a better idea?"

Zhao Yanxi opened her mouth, then closed it again, and finally just shook her head.

"No……"

"Don't worry, leave it to me."

Ding Heng patted the kitten's head: "Alright, you can take over for your senior for a while."

He already had the answer in his heart; now he just needed to follow the steps.

Zhao Yanxi lowered her eyelashes, said nothing more, and obediently carried out the order.

A kitten only needs to provide enough emotional support to its owner and trust that the owner will handle everything for it.

…………

Early morning, the mountain road.

Ding Heng jogged slowly along the roadside, his breathing steady, a thin layer of sweat beading on his forehead.

Since his body's various indicators have been continuously enhanced by the system, ordinary exercise has made it difficult for him to feel "fatigued".

More often than not, running is just a way to clear my mind for a while and think about my plans for the next few days.

In the past few days, Baima has been in Chengdu, while Wenjing flew to the capital yesterday to visit Wenshu, planning to spend the weekend with her sister.

The other girls are all in Hong Kong, so it's rare for them to get together.

They get along as harmoniously as ever.

The fairy, in particular, was probably like a parched land receiving rain. She insisted on being stubborn last night, but she started begging for mercy after less than half an hour and was thoroughly punished by Ding Heng.

According to the plan, Zhao Yanxi's parents will arrive in Hong Kong tomorrow.

Zhao Xingguo finally managed to free up a few days of vacation, and Zhou Rongmei also asked the school for leave.

The subsequent arrangements were simple... Take the two elders to Hong Kong for two days, see Victoria Harbour, have a few good meals, and have Ding Heng accompany and receive them throughout as their future son-in-law. Then, find a suitable opportunity to let Ding Heng appropriately demonstrate his abilities, and let Zhao Xingguo judge and digest it himself.

After running the planned distance, Ding Heng slowed down, adjusted his breathing as he walked, and returned to the villa entrance.

He pushed open the door and went into the house, just about to take a shower, when his phone suddenly vibrated.

It's news from Sister Zeng.

[Sister Zeng]: Mr. Ding, Longhe and I have arrived in Hong Kong.

[Sister Zeng]: Longhe just sneaked out by himself, probably to find you.

Ding Heng did not reply and put his phone back in his pocket.

In the living room, Lin Man had already changed into a smart gray office lady outfit, her long hair was tied up in a bun, and her delicate and charming face was covered with light office makeup.

Her innate alluring charm was slightly concealed by makeup, but her captivating grace in every gesture was still evident.

Upon seeing Ding Heng enter, Lin Man naturally came forward and handed him a clean white towel.

"Boss, wipe your sweat."

Ding Heng took the towel and simply wiped his forehead and neck.

Lin Man tilted her head slightly, her tone soft and ingratiating.

"Should I help the boss take a bath as well?"

Ding Heng raised his hand and gently tapped Lin Man's forehead with his knuckles.

"No need. Don't you have to go to the company later? Go ahead and do your thing, I can handle it myself."

Lin Man narrowed her eyes slightly, not annoyed at all, but instead smiled brightly.

"Why is the boss being so thoughtful today?"

"When have I ever not been considerate?"

"Hmm... she wasn't very considerate yesterday, and Sister Qing is still complaining about it."

Ding Heng was amused by her, so he reached out and pinched her cheek, pulling it slightly.

"You talk too much!"

Lin Man's lips were pinched until they pouted, and she begged for mercy in a muffled voice.

After Ding Heng let go of her hand, she turned and walked to the dressing room to prepare a change of clothes for the man.

After Ding Heng finished showering, Lin Man was already waiting at the bathroom door, with a suit she had prepared for him on a cart beside her.

The light gray three-piece suit is neatly tailored and of excellent quality, with various accessories arranged in a tidy manner, along with a pair of dark brown Oxford shoes.

Lin Man tiptoed slightly and placed a dry, soft towel over the back of Ding Heng's neck.

She began to wipe him down, her movements slow and deliberate, starting from the back of his neck and gradually absorbing the remaining water from his skin along the curve of his shoulders.

The force is gentle yet measured, occasionally lightly touching the muscles, which is a small reward.

After helping Ding Heng get dressed, Lin Man knelt down again to straighten his trouser legs and then took out the pair of Oxford shoes.

"Boss, could you please lift your leg?"

Ding Heng lifted his leg and looked down.

The fabric of Lin Man's OL suit dress is slightly taut, extending along the contour of her thighs, and finally forming several soft pleats at the knee.

The black stockings that covered her thighs had a smooth line, tapering all the way to low-cut high heels.

Throughout the entire process, Lin Man did not look up; her movements were so meticulous as to be almost devout.

A vixen is a vixen; she can always provide herself with a sense of accomplishment and emotional value when she serves me.

It would be hard for Ding Heng not to like him...

Standing up again, Lin Man pulled Ding Heng's left hand, wrapped the watch strap around his wrist, adjusted its position, and fastened it.