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

Long He answered.

With the conditions Ding Heng offered her, let alone supporting one person, he could easily support a girl group, changing their schedules seven days a week.

To go further, the women around my brother now could form a girl group, or even surpass the quality of a girl group!

But should she be happy?

Is it because her brother has worldly desires for her that he is happy?

Long He countered, "To you, am I the same as the other women around you?"

"Objectively speaking, they are quite different!"

Ding Heng smiled wryly: "But subjectively, I still have to treat everyone equally."

"you……!"

Long He wanted to get angry, but then realized that he had no reason to be angry.

In the past, she always fantasized that as long as she was successful enough and earned enough money, she could use material conditions to keep Ding Heng firmly by her side.

It's just a matter of switching places now, what right does she have to apply double standards?

Moreover, is there any essential difference between being slept with by your brother and sleeping with your brother?

But she was still upset.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Ding! I may not be able to fulfill your request."

Longhe sincerely apologized.

Ding Heng was stunned, as if he were a statue.

The sudden change in address was completely unexpected by Ding Heng.

He anticipated that his brother would be arrogant, angry, and awkward... but in the end, he would still blush, say he was unwilling, but his body would obediently accept his "unspoken rules".

Ding Heng asked, "Why?"

Long He replied, "I should have told you that a few hours ago."

A few hours earlier, Long He had told Ding Heng.

"Therefore, I will not tarnish my own feelings to please anyone; that is the meaning of my work."

Anyone, including Ding Heng himself, even though he was the male lead in "First Snow".

"is it?"

Ding Heng subconsciously wanted to activate his True Sight Eyes to see Long He's truest thoughts at that moment, but he ultimately held back.

He tried to lighten the mood with a joke: "You can't call me 'General Manager Ding' forever, can you?"

Long He said defiantly, "If President Ding doesn't like it, I can use a different form of address."

"Longhe, stop being stubborn, okay?"

"I don't!"

"You have!"

"I don't!"

You have it!

……

The two seemed to have returned to their elementary school days, exchanging a few words back and forth.

In the end, Ding Heng was the first to back down.

"Alright..."

Ding Heng felt a deep sense of powerlessness, the first time he had felt this since he acquired the system.

In his mind, the system notified him that the evil dragon's health had dropped below 50%, and continued to give him that useless skill.

He reached for the bottle of red wine worth over 400,000 yuan and began to chug it. The wine flowed out of the bottle and stained the collar of his white shirt red.

After putting down the bottle, Ding Heng wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand.

"You can go now. Let's both calm down and talk about what to do next."

Long He did not answer, but silently got up and walked towards the door.

The suite door opened and then closed.

Ding Heng sat at the untouched dining table, the flame on the candlestick flickering.

He rubbed his temples and let out a long breath.

It seems that things aren't as easy as he thought when it comes to taking advantage of his brothers.

It seems that a gentle approach isn't working; a more forceful one is needed...

Chapter 348: The Future Son-in-Law's First Show of Power

At nine o'clock in the evening, the living room of the villa was filled with steam, and a hot pot with two broths was bubbling on the table.

Zhao Yanxi sat cross-legged on the chair, her hair tied in a loose bun, wearing Ding Heng's oversized T-shirt, looking relaxed.

She picked up a piece of tripe, dipped it in the chili oil, and then put it in her mouth, slurping it down.

"Do you think Ding Heng will be particularly rough tonight, since he's been eyeing this big star for so long?"

When Zhao Yanxi recalled her first time four years ago, Ding Heng showed her no mercy.

"Not necessarily."

Lin Man was also wearing a short-sleeved shirt that originally belonged to Ding Heng's boyfriend, with her long hair loose.

She joked, "You don't understand. He's so familiar with big stars, he might actually feel a little awkward."

"Familiarity or awkwardness?"

"Ah."

Lin Man slowly said, "There used to be a girl in our dance team who also had a childhood friend who was her neighbor. One day, the two of them wanted to have sex after drinking. Guess what? Because they were too familiar with each other, they took off their clothes and faced each other, staring at each other, and couldn't utter a single word. In the end, it just fizzled out."

"And then what happened? Did they get together?"

Zhao Yanxi listened with great interest.

"It didn't work out! My childhood sweetheart found a new girlfriend, which really upset her."

"Tsk tsk tsk...men."

The two chatted enthusiastically, one after the other.

Hua Qing remained quiet, slowly simmering a piece of white radish in the mushroom soup with a calm expression.

Having been in the dance troupe for so many years, her teammates' private conversations were much more intimate.

Similar phrases include "My ex-boyfriend was bad in bed," "Did it hurt the first time?" and "So-and-so had an affair with the director."

This level of gossip was not enough to move her.

The girls were chatting enthusiastically when they suddenly heard a short noise coming from the garage downstairs, followed by the elevator numbers starting to change.

As the elevator doors opened, Ding Heng casually tossed his car keys onto the entryway cabinet.

The three girls turned their heads in unison, and the hot pot steamed up.

Zhao Yanxi was the first to react, asking in surprise, "Brother Ding Heng, why are you back?"

Ding Heng loosened his tie: "What, not welcome?"

"How could that be? Everyone would love for you to spend more time with us."

Zhao Yanxi quickly moved aside to make room for Ding Heng: "We thought you were going tonight..."

Ding Heng sat down and asked, "Are there any more chopsticks?"

Yes, yes, yes.

Lin Man went to the kitchen to get a clean set of bowls and chopsticks and placed them in front of Ding Heng, then considerately asked, "Boss, would you like a bottle of wine?"

Ding Heng nodded, and Lin Man immediately went to the wine cellar and took out a bottle of Moutai.

"Perfect timing, someone gave us some 30-year-old Moutai a couple of days ago, let's all have a drink with the boss."

As she poured the wine, she gave Zhao Yanxi and Hua Qing meaningful glances.

Zhao Yanxi understood and immediately chimed in, "Yes, yes, let's have a drink together."

Hua Qing, however, seemed not to have reacted yet, and asked in a serious tone.

"Were you rejected by Long He?"

Lin Man paused slightly while pouring the wine, and then subtly kicked Hua Qing under the table.

Hua Qing looked confused: "Lin Man, why did you kick me?"

Lin Man was both amused and exasperated, and could only silently criticize Hua Qing for being a bot.

Ding Heng glanced at the three girls' reactions and smiled calmly.

He picked up the Moutai that Lin Man had poured, tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp, then put down the cup and exhaled a breath of alcohol.

"It's not as serious as you think. Longhe and I just had a disagreement."

Lin Man and Zhao Yanxi exchanged a glance but neither of them said anything.

Hua Qing tried to comfort her, saying, "It's okay, you still have us."

The fairy's tone was stiff, clearly indicating she hadn't comforted anyone much, which amused Ding Heng.

Ding Heng didn't say anything more, patted the fairy's head, and then turned his gaze to the kitten.

"Your aunt and uncle are arriving tomorrow, right?"

"Yes, I'll arrive at 10 a.m.

"Then let's go pick them up together tomorrow."

"Okay."