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

Wenjing continued, "If the makeup artist's deposit can't be refunded, I'll make up for it for you."

"Need not."

Wen Shu replied, "The makeup artist is a friend, so we can reschedule, and the tickets should be refundable."

"That's good."

Wenjing breathed a sigh of relief; the comic convention plan was now completely shelved.

It was almost eleven o'clock, and Wenjing took one last look at the bedroom.

"How about I stay with you tonight?"

"Need not."

Wen Shu shook her head: "I want to try living alone."

"Really not going to?"

"Really, there's no need. You and your brother-in-law can go back. I'm going to wash up and go to bed too."

Wenjing was still a little worried, so she checked the door lock one last time and told him to call immediately if anything happened.

Ding Heng didn't say much. He picked up his car keys and went to the door to change his shoes.

Wen Shu saw the two off.

Wenjing stepped into the elevator first, and Ding Heng gave her one last piece of advice.

"Drink less alcohol, and especially don't get addicted to getting drunk."

Since Wen Shu's constitution was not his own, Ding Heng was still a little worried that she might become overly dependent on alcohol.

"Know it."

Wen Shu smiled and waved goodbye, saying, "Goodnight, sister and brother-in-law."

"Ah."

The door closed again, and the living room fell silent once more. The ice ball in the wine glass had melted most of its contents.

Wen Shu took the glass back to the kitchen and put the unfinished whiskey back in the liquor cabinet.

The cabinet door closed, and her slightly disappointed face was reflected in the glass.

She always thought that the comic convention was something she and Ding Heng had tacitly agreed upon.

However, his sister's attitude made the plan easily put on hold, and Ding Heng naturally sided with his sister.

At that moment, Wen Shu realized that although she seemed very close, she had never truly integrated into the group.

Wen Shu suddenly felt a little envious of Long He.

I admire her courage to admit that she likes Ding Heng and to take the initiative to try to make a place in his life.

Wen Shu sighed, quickly washed up, and slowly lay down in bed.

She didn't turn off the light, and she wasn't sleepy at all.

The first night in the rented room felt unusually quiet.

…………

September 28th, 2 PM.

With five hours left before departure, there was almost no room left to stand in the living room.

When Ding Heng came out of the study, Zhao Yanxi was kneeling on the carpet with two huge suitcases spread out in front of her.

Clothes, skirts, swimsuits, cosmetics, and all sorts of small toys covered the carpet. Black Bean squatted in one of the boxes, its tail lazily draped over the edge, having already found itself a good spot.

"Brother Ding Heng."

Zhao Yanxi held up two skirts of similar color: "Which one do you think looks better?"

Ding Heng looked him over.

"White."

"But the blue one shows off her figure better."

"Then let's go with the blue one."

"But I feel that white looks better in photos."

"You're asking unnecessary questions..."

"Humph!"

Zhao Yanxi pouted unhappily: "Asking you is a waste of time."

She stuffed both dresses into her suitcase, which was already full, and the zipper wouldn't close properly after the clothes were inside.

Zhao Yanxi pressed down on the lid of the box with both hands, saying, "Brother Ding Heng, come help me."

Ding Heng smiled wryly: "Is it necessary to bring so much stuff?"

"It'll be more than ten days."

"We're going out for fun, not moving house. If we need anything, we can just buy it locally, right?"

"Some good things are not convenient to buy abroad."

Zhao Yanxi's smile was meaningful.

The sisters had finally reunited, and with Baima joining them this time, they naturally had to come up with some new ideas to make the trip more enjoyable.

In addition, she had checked all the attractions, restaurants, accommodations, and even the best times to take photos each day in advance, while Lin Man was responsible for turning her wild ideas into concrete actions.

Ding Heng walked over and knelt down on the lid of the box, forcibly closing the two zippers together.

"Meow meow meow!"

Black Bean was chased out of the box, circled around Ding Heng's calves and barked in protest, then tried to crawl back into another pile of clothes.

"Black beans!"

Zhao Yanxi quickly scooped the cat out and brushed the cat hair off her skirt.

She asked with dissatisfaction, "Do we really have to bring black beans?"

"Go tell your senior..."

Ding Heng shrugged, indicating that he couldn't make a decision.

Wenjing came into the living room with several storage boxes in her hands: "Yanxi, haven't you packed your luggage yet?"

"immediately."

Zhao Yanxi turned around and asked, "What are you holding?"

"Commonly used medicines".

Wenjing placed the storage box on the coffee table and checked each item one by one: "It's easy to get sick when you move to a new place, so prepare more."

Zhao Yanxi scratched her head: "Sister Man should have arranged everything, right?"

Not to mention commonly used medications, Lin Man can even prepare a private medical team on standby at any time.

"Better safe than sorry..."

Wenjing is still out of habit, or perhaps she has never gotten used to a life of luxury, and still wants to do everything herself.

Ding Heng looked around and asked, "Where is Lin Man? Didn't she come to the capital?"

"Sister Man hasn't woken up yet! She arrived in the capital at three o'clock yesterday morning, but it was too late to wake her up and let you know."

Wenjing explained, "After she got home from the plane, she took a few work calls and didn't fall asleep until around 5 a.m.

Ding Heng nodded and turned to lie on his side.

The curtains in the room were drawn tightly shut, and coats, stockings, women's underwear, and high heels were scattered all over the floor.

Lin Man lay on her side on the bed, covered only by a thin blanket, revealing a large expanse of her fair shoulders and back.

She flew from Hong Kong to the capital overnight last night.

The company has been very busy lately, and although she no longer needs to handle many things personally, this time she will be gone for more than ten days.

Documents to be signed and people to be met must be arranged in advance.

She was still having a video conference with Secretary Huang right before boarding the plane.

After arriving in the capital, Lin Man finished processing several emails before going to sleep, getting less than five hours of rest in total.

Ding Heng walked to the bedside and gently patted Lin Man's cheek.

"Wake up."

Lin Man opened her eyes groggily, and after seeing the man in front of her, instead of getting up, she lifted the covers and moved to the side.

"Boss, sleep with me for a while."

Her long hair was scattered messily on the pillow, and her foxy face was plain and elegant, yet still full of charm.

Ding Heng sat down on the edge of the bed: "That's about enough. Hurry up and get up, wash up, and get ready to go out."

"People only go to sleep in the early hours of the morning, and the boss not only doesn't care about my health when he walks in, but also urges me to get up and work."

Lin Man slowly sat up, muttering complaints under her breath, as the straps of her nightgown slipped down her rounded shoulders.

She pressed herself against Ding Heng from behind, wrapped her arms around the man's neck, buried her face in his shoulder, and took a deep breath.

"The boss's scent is really refreshing."

"Come on."

Ding Heng patted her arm: "Get up and have breakfast first."

"breakfast?"

Lin Man narrowed her eyes slightly, her gaze slowly moving down the man's chest. The fatigue from just waking up was quickly replaced by a certain interest.

She's naturally clingy, so being apart for long periods isn't easy for her.

When she was in Hong Kong, she could devote all her energy to her work and act rationally and assertively.

Once back by Ding Heng's side, the suppressed longing immediately burst forth.