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

After a while, Ding Heng put the teacup back on the coffee table.

"I tried my best to persuade her."

After saying that, Ding Heng stood up and said, "I have something to do, so I'll be leaving now."

"So fast?"

Wen Shu subconsciously pressed for more information, but then realized she was being too obvious, so she quickly stood up.

"Then I'll take it to you."

"Need not."

"It's just a few steps."

She followed him to the door.

Ding Heng changed his shoes and reached out to open the door.

Wen Shu stood by the entrance hall, her hands behind her back.

"Brother-in-law."

"how?"

"nothing."

She smiled and waved, "Goodbye."

Ding Heng glanced at her, then suddenly raised his hand and ruffled the girl's long hair.

"Don't overthink it, just focus on your studies!"

Faced with Ding Heng's sudden intimate gesture, Wen Shu was caught off guard and finally responded with a blank look.

"Know it……"

After seeing Ding Heng off, Wen Shu withdrew her gaze and gently closed the door.

The next second, she seemed to suddenly lose all her strength, slumped onto the sofa, and buried her head in a cushion.

Ding Heng's sudden visit to her was unusual in itself.

Moreover, he specifically asked Zhao Yanxi to call Wen Jing away first.

He came alone, and he left alone.

The conversation just now wasn't very fruitful; hardly anything useful was said.

But some things don't need to be explained clearly.

Ding Heng's willingness to come is itself an attitude.

It implies that they have already taken a step forward in their relationship.

Thinking of this, Wen Shu couldn't help but turn over.

Persuade Wenjing to attend the comic convention...

Is it just about persuading my sister to go to a comic convention?

"Ding Dong!!"

The doorbell rang suddenly.

Wen Shu sat up abruptly, her first thought being that Ding Heng had left something behind, or that he had changed his mind and returned.

The thought popped into her head, and without even putting on slippers, she hurriedly ran barefoot to the entrance.

The door was flung open.

"sister……"

He had just started to say "brother-in-law" when he abruptly stopped.

Wenjing was standing outside the door.

"sister……"

Wen Shu forced herself to finish the sentence: "Sister...elder sister."

Wenjing asked curiously, "Is there phlegm stuck in your throat?"

"hey-hey……"

Wen Shu smiled innocently and moved aside: "Weren't you called away by Sister Yan hope? Why are you back so soon?"

"I left my bag with you."

Wenjing walked into the entryway and bent down to change her shoes: "Since you don't have class this afternoon, why don't you come with me for dinner? That way, someone won't have to pick you up from school later."

"Oh."

Wen Shu nodded: "Then I'll go tidy up. How about we sleep there tonight?"

"Okay, try to be as fast as possible."

Wenjing walked into the living room and reminded her, "I still need to go to the supermarket to buy some things later. Yanxi said there aren't many vegetables at home."

"understood!"

Wen Shu had already gone into the bedroom and responded loudly.

Wenjing didn't urge her any further. She walked straight to the sofa and picked up her bag from the corner.

Just as I was about to turn around, my peripheral vision suddenly caught a glimpse of the coffee table.

Two teacups on the table were steaming slightly.

Wenjing frowned slightly. She had only been gone for a little over ten minutes. What had happened?

Someone was just here?

She looked up at the entrance hall.

The slippers were kicked into disarray, and one pair had clearly been moved.

The sound of Wen Shu rummaging through things came from the bedroom, accompanied by her humming a little tune. It seemed that her younger sister was in a good mood, probably because of the guest from earlier.

Wenjing lowered her head again, her gaze fixed on the two cups of tea that had not yet cooled down.

who can that be?

…………

Back in the car, Ding Heng changed the destination on his phone's navigation to the hotel where Longhe was staying.

Traffic conditions in the capital were as bad as ever, with several main roads heavily congested, and the estimated travel time jumped from twenty-odd minutes to forty minutes.

Ding Heng wasn't in a hurry. His phone vibrated occasionally along the way, all of them messages from Sister Zeng.

[Sister Zeng]: Mr. Ding, where are you? Do you need me to come downstairs to meet you?

[Sister Zeng]: Longhe hasn't been doing well these past few days, please bear with him.

……

It's clear that Sister Zeng is even more anxious than Long He about her future job.

Forty minutes later, Ding Heng drove the car into the hotel's underground parking garage.

After getting off the car, Ding Heng did not go through the lobby. Instead, he took the VIP elevator upstairs, based on the floor number that Sister Zeng had sent him in advance.

The elevator doors opened, and Sister Zeng was standing at the door, clearly having been waiting for a long time.

Upon seeing Ding Heng, she quickly put away her phone and hurried to meet him.

"Mr. Ding."

"Sister Zeng."

Ding Heng greeted him with a smile, as always.

Sister Zeng observed Ding Heng's expression and saw that he was calm, which reassured her somewhat.

"Was the journey smooth?"

"It went quite smoothly."

"Long He is in the room."

Sister Zeng turned and led the way: "She had her show rehearsal this morning and just got back not long ago. She hasn't been resting well these past two days, so she's bound to be a bit short-tempered. If she says anything unpleasant later, Mr. Ding, please don't take it to heart."

Ding Heng joked, "Are you afraid she'll clash with me?"

"You know how sharp her tongue is."

"Don't worry, I wouldn't hold a grudge against my own brother."

"Mr. Ding, you are very generous..."

Sister Zeng smiled helplessly, but she still dared not relax.

After walking a distance, she finally couldn't help but bring up the important matter at hand.

"Mr. Ding, the finance department just sent a message saying that the payroll approval process has been restored. Access to the private jet should also be restored within today."

"Yes, I had someone restore it."

"Thank you."

"It's just a normal work arrangement, there's nothing to thank me for."

Ding Heng remained indifferent, but Sister Zeng dared not take it for granted.

With the economy in a downturn, the entertainment industry is also facing a challenging environment.

Film and television projects are shrinking, budgets for galas and variety shows are being cut again and again, and brands are reluctant to sign long-term contracts easily.

Even the most popular celebrities can't guarantee they'll never lack work.

Longhe's situation is extremely special.

The team configuration, publicity budget, travel benefits, and even the ridiculously lenient contract are unparalleled in the entire industry.

Let alone the current economic climate, even in the past when capital poured in and hundreds of millions were spent to poach talent, such treatment was still considered exaggerated.

No artist can exist without capital.