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

Not long after the supervisor left, several cold dishes and a bowl of matsutake mushroom soup were served.

After the waiter set out the tableware, the head waiter respectfully placed the room key in Ding Heng's hand.

"Mr. Ding, the suite has been arranged according to your original habits. The clothes that Ms. Lin sent have been hung in the walk-in closet, and the wine cabinet and daily necessities have been replenished."

"Thank you."

Ding Heng put the room key into his pocket.

You're too kind.

The head waiter bowed slightly and quietly left the private room.

The hotel staff received the news early this morning that Ding Heng would be coming for dinner and to stay tonight, and they had been preparing for it for a long time.

Wen Shu observed from beginning to end, and couldn't help but ponder it secretly.

Her major was finance, and she had heard her teachers tell many stories about wealthy people during class.

For example, once one's assets and status reach a certain level, the so-called "home" no longer needs to be fixed in a particular house.

When traveling to famous cities around the world, such as the capital, Shanghai, Hong Kong, London, and New York, there will always be someone to prepare the room in advance, along with everything he usually does.

It's as if there's a "home" door that's always open for you all over the world.

Wen Shu had heard about it before, but today was the first time she had experienced it firsthand, and the person in question was her brother-in-law.

A question she had been pondering for a long time popped into her mind again... How exactly did her sister manage to hook up with her brother-in-law?

Judging from their individual circumstances, they are from completely different worlds.

Wen Shu knew in her heart that when her sister met Ding Heng, she never imagined that he would have everything he had today.

She simply set her sights on one person and has followed him ever since, without really understanding why.

Looking back, it seems like I've had a lot of bad luck for most of my life, but then I always seem to have a stroke of good fortune!

Ding Heng asked, "Why are you looking at me?"

"nothing."

Wen Shu picked up her chopsticks and tasted a cold dish: "Suddenly, I feel that my sister is really lucky."

Why are you suddenly bringing this up?

"Just a casual remark."

Wen Shu didn't offer any further explanation, and smoothly changed the subject: "Brother-in-law, are you really staying at a hotel tonight?"

Ding Heng retorted, "Otherwise, where do you plan to arrange for me to sleep?"

Perhaps realizing the question was too ambiguous, Wen Shu quickly explained, "Well... Brother-in-law, don't you have a house in the capital? It's the big apartment where Sister Hua Qing and the others live."

"No one has been home these past few days, so Lin Man is arranging for people to rearrange the furniture and soft furnishings."

Ding Heng picked up a piece of beef: "The original furniture was too extravagant. Lin Man and my senior didn't like it, so we decided to change it during the trip."

Wen Shu chimed in, "That's right, I also think the house's decoration is too extravagant."

Ding Heng suddenly asked, "Do you want to replace some furniture in your apartment too?"

"Me? I guess I'll pass..."

Wen Shu chuckled awkwardly, "The house isn't mine, so the landlord definitely won't be happy if I make any changes. It's fine as it is now; there's no need to make a fuss."

Ding Heng continued the conversation by asking, "So, if you were to renovate your house, what style would you prefer?"

Wen Shu thought about it seriously and said, "Hmm... it's hard to say for a while, but I guess I still want a minimalist style, and it would be best to have a photography room and a collection room."

"Ah."

Ding Heng silently noted it down and said nothing more.

The dishes were served one after another, in small quantities, but beautifully presented.

Just as Wen Shu was about to try it, her phone lit up on the table.

In the dormitory group chat, Tian Yinzheng and Xia Xiao continued to send photos of their travel experiences.

Jiang Nian remained very accommodating, always supporting whatever the other two posted.

[Jiang Nian]: This seaside restaurant is so beautiful!

[Tian Yinzheng]: The scenery is nice, but the food is so-so and extremely expensive.

[Xia Xiao]: The high price is your problem, not the restaurant's problem.

[Tian Yinzheng]: ?

[Jiang Nian]: Where's Xiao Shu? There's been no word from her on the first day of National Day.

【Tian Yinzheng】: @Lucky Xiaoshu, what are you secretly doing in the capital?

Wen Shu's mind stirred slightly.

She turned on her camera and pointed it at the food in front of her.

The exquisite dishes, the expensive tableware, and the night view of the capital city outside the window were all captured in the frame. Just before pressing the shutter, Wen Shu deliberately shifted the lens slightly to the left.

Ding Heng was picking up food with his chopsticks, his left hand resting naturally on the edge of the table.

The long, slender fingers paired with the shirt cuffs create a perfect, ascetic look, while the black watch face on the wrist is also perfectly framed at the edge of the photo.

Ding Heng himself doesn't know much about watches; Lin Man basically prepares them for him, including his outfit for meeting Wen Shu today.

Wen Shu checked the photos once, and clicked send if she was satisfied.

【Lucky Little Lady】: [Image]

[Lucky Little Shu]: Eating now.

Jiang Nian, the most enthusiastic supporter, was the first to reply.

[Jiang Nian]: Wow!

[Jiang Nian]: Eat? Eat silver! How expensive is that?

[Tian Yinzheng]: Are you at Mandarin Oriental?

[Lucky Little Lady]: How did you know?

[Tian Yinzheng]: My dad took me there before, and this is the view from the window, it can't be bad.

[Xia Xiao]: Let's put the hotel aside for now.

[Xia Xiao]: Xiao Shu, is that Patek Philippe 6301P on the watch opposite you?

[Tian Yinzheng]: ?

[Xia Xiao]: I've seen the picture many times.

[Jiang Nian]: So here comes the important part.

[Jiang Nian]: Who's on the other side?

[Tian Yinzheng]: Something's fishy!

[Xia Xiao]: @Lucky Xiao Shu, did you betray the organization and get out of singlehood first?

Wen Shu couldn't help but smile.

[Lucky Little Shu]: A friend, please don't talk nonsense.

[Jiang Nian]: Just friends?

[Tian Yinzheng]: If Zhou Kai sees this, he'll probably have trouble sleeping tonight.

[Lucky Little Shu]: Eat your pretty food and stop gossiping about me.

Wen Shu quickly typed a reply, a sense of vanity and satisfaction welling up inside her.

But after a brief moment of vanity, one feels utterly empty.

She deliberately included her brother-in-law's left hand and watch in the picture, ultimately wanting others to see them and leaving enough room for imagination.

When did I become so vain?

In the past, I would probably have disliked myself a lot!

"The food doesn't suit your taste?"

Ding Heng's voice rang out, and Wen Shu quickly locked her phone.

"No, it's quite delicious."

"Then let's eat first."

"Oh……"

Wen Shu picked up her chopsticks again, feeling somewhat ashamed.

Suddenly, she remembered something Zhao Yanxi had told her one day.

When women act on their emotions, they easily become foolish and lose all sense of boundaries.

……

Dinner was over, but it was still early.

As the two were leaving the restaurant, Ding Heng asked, "Shall I take you home directly, or would you like to wander around a bit more? There are shopping malls and cinemas nearby."

Wen Shu's eyes brightened slightly, but she still made a joke on purpose.

"Brother-in-law, we're having dinner and then watching a movie. Why does this feel like a date?"

You're overthinking it.

Ding Heng said in a serious tone: "The photographer treated the models to a working meal, and the activities after the meal were part of team building."

"The team only has two people?"

"We're part of a secret clique, how many more people do you want?"

Wen Shu couldn't help but laugh at Ding Heng's antics.

It doesn't matter if the excuse is lame; what matters is that a man can give you an excuse!

Upon entering the mall, the two wandered around aimlessly for a while.