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

"Brother-in-law, what do you think of my sister's opinion of us?"

"How can you see it?"

Ding Heng calmly replied, "You are her sister, I am her man, and I will be the father of her child in the future. It's that simple."

"You're quite self-righteous."

"Because there's no need to feel guilty."

Ding Heng reminded her, "Your sister can accept even strangers, let alone you, her own sister."

Unable to find a reason to refute, Wen Shu subconsciously resorted to joking and teasing.

"Brother-in-law, how about I quit my job and do what Sister Yanxi did, and let you support me?"

"I can take care of you, no problem. I can take care of you no matter where you go."

Ding Heng said earnestly, "You have to understand that you are special to both me and your sister. No matter what identity you take to stay with us in the future, your sister and I are willing to give you the greatest tolerance."

Wen Shu could sense the sincerity in her brother-in-law's words. She paused for a moment, then called out again.

"Brother-in-law!"

"Ok?"

"You're such a jerk!"

Bonus Chapter 2: Family Portrait

January 8th.

Ding Heng's 33rd birthday was just five days ago, and there are still 21 days until the Lunar New Year.

On the banks of the Yangtze River in Changsha, an art building was completed last year and has become one of Changsha's new landmarks.

The main building consists of large areas of white walls and glass curtain walls, and when viewed from a distance, it looks like several white picture frames of different shapes stacked together.

The building's name is simple—Ding Wenjie Photography Museum.

When Ding Wenjie learned that his son was going to name his son after him, he called and berated him, feeling ashamed.

Ding Heng ignored the old man.

Anyway, it's my own money, so I don't care what I do.

Today marks the first solo photography exhibition since the Ding Wenjie Photography Studio was built.

The exhibition features thousands of photographs, documenting Ding Wenjie's photography experience over most of his life.

It was also Ding Wenjie's funeral.

……

VIP boxes on the second floor of the art museum.

The private room has a huge floor-to-ceiling window facing the river, through which you can look out over the Xiangjiang River in winter and the vehicles arriving one after another at the entrance downstairs.

Zhao Yanxi stood by the window for a long time before finally sitting back down on the sofa and picking up her phone.

The family group chat has received over 99 messages.

[White Horse is Not a Horse]: Whoever gave birth to it can take it away!

【White Horse is Not a Horse】: One wants ice cream, one wants to buy toys, and two others are trying to steal my phone!

【White Horse is Not a Horse】: The most hateful thing is that someone just bit me!

[White Horse is Not a Horse]: What kind of things have you given birth to?!

[Lucky Zhao]: Who bit you?

【白马非马】：The one you gave birth to!

[Lucky Zhao]: Impossible, my child is the best behaved.

【Lucky Little Shu】: [hehe.jpg]

【Lucky Little Lady】: [Video]

Zhao Yanxi didn't open the video, but Hua Qing, who was watching from the side, frowned.

"Yan hope".

"Ok?"

"Your daughter is pulling my son's hair."

"Is there?"

Zhao Yanxi leaned over for a peek, then immediately put on a stern face: "You brat, I'll teach her a lesson when we get home tonight!"

Long He remained calm: "It's good for kids to fight. They'll get along better afterward, and they won't be easily bullied when they go out in the future!"

Lin Man chuckled and teased, "Your twins are the biggest, it's easy for you to talk when you're not the one suffering!"

"Alright, alright, let the driver take the children back first, to avoid any trouble."

Wenjing interjected into the chat at the right time and inquired about the situation in the group.

Baima and Wenshu replied one after another, both complaining incessantly, yet seemingly enjoying it.

There were many guests today, and the Ding family had too many children, making things too chaotic. Baima and Wenshu were entrusted with the important task of looking after the children.

Of all the girls around Ding Heng, only these two don't have children yet, so it's a good opportunity for them to practice their skills.

Lin Man suddenly asked, "Who's going down to accompany Ding Heng to greet the guests later?"

"I'll go."

Wenjing responded immediately.

"I am coming too!"

Zhao Yanxi immediately echoed.

Everyone nodded, and a consensus was reached.

The guests today are a diverse group, and once Longhe, a big star, makes a public appearance, the topic and traffic will definitely explode.

Hua Qing is the same; in recent years, her status in the dance circle has been rising, and she can be considered a public figure to some extent.

As for Lin Man herself, her public identity remains Ding Heng's secretary, and today's occasion is inappropriate.

Lin Man reminded him, "Bring some food with you later. He's only had a little alcohol since this morning."

Although they knew the man was stronger than an ox, the girls still looked worried in unison as they gazed downstairs.

……

At the main entrance, Ding Heng had just seen off several guests and exhaled a breath of stale air when his assistant immediately handed him warm water.

"Mr. Ding, would you like to take a break?"

"Need not."

Ding Heng took a sip of water and turned to look at the photos inside the museum.

The photos are arranged chronologically, with the earliest being news photos taken by Ding Wenjie when he was a reporter at a television station.

Illegal coal mines, laid-off workers, villages trapped in floods, old streets before urban demolition...

Later on, there were fewer and fewer people in the photos.

Grasslands, deserts, snow-capped mountains, glaciers, and wild animals gradually take over the majority of the landscape.

When his wife was diagnosed with ALS, Ding Wenjie borrowed money from all over the country to accompany her to seek medical treatment.

Even knowing the hope was slim, they still refused to give up.

After his wife passed away and he was left with a mountain of debt, Ding Wenjie picked up his camera again.

He shot news reports, took on commercial projects, and even worked as a photographer for wedding companies until he paid off his debts.

For a long time, Ding Wenjie was conflicted.

On the one hand, he is full of self-destructive tendencies, as if he wished he could die on the way to filming.

On the other hand, he couldn't let go of his responsibility to his son, forcing himself to live a life of inner turmoil.

Ding Heng always felt that his father's ability to live to be over sixty was partly due to good luck.

He has experienced altitude sickness, avalanches, mudslides, and countless other similar situations in the wild.

So when news of his disappearance came from Wucuo Snow Valley, Ding Heng was not too surprised.

That old man really should have died long ago...

Ding Heng did not prepare a burial plot or a traditional funeral for him.

Firstly, there were no bodies, and secondly, there was no need.

Ding Wenjie has spent most of his life traveling the world. If he were to be buried in a small box in the end, he probably wouldn't be able to stay there peacefully.

"Mr. Ding."

A call interrupted Ding Heng's thoughts.

A man in his fifties strode over with a warm smile on his face: "I am Sun Yan, the executive director of the Provincial Photographers Association. I have always admired Brother Wenjie's works."

Ding Heng shook hands with the other party: "Hello, Mr. Sun."

Sun Yan said familiarly, "I've known Brother Wenjie for over twenty years, and we're considered close friends. I was deeply saddened to hear the news..."

"Mr. Sun, is there something you need from me?"

Ding Heng ignored him and went straight to the point.

"It's nothing, it's nothing, I just came to mourn Brother Wenjie."

Sun Yan feigned sadness: "Our association has always believed that Brother Wenjie's works possess extremely high artistic value, and we are preparing to establish a Ding Wenjie Photography Art Research Center. In addition, the province is preparing a new photography industrial park. If Mr. Ding is interested..."

Ding Heng looked at him quietly without replying.

Sun Yan felt a strange pressure and finally chuckled twice.

"Mmm, mmm, today isn't the right time to talk about these things."