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

Zhao Yanxi pushed the luggage cart, skillfully weaving through the crowd, and finally managed to squeeze out of the airport exit after a great deal of effort.

It had just rained in Chengdu yesterday, and a warm, moist breeze swept over her. She took a deep breath and exclaimed excitedly.

"Ahhhhhh—Chengdu, here I come!"

She was wearing a well-tailored red and black JK uniform, with the bow tie on her top tied meticulously, and the pleated skirt swaying lightly with her movements, revealing just the right amount of her fair thighs.

Black over-the-knee stockings tightly hugged her slender, straight legs, leaving behind a tantalizing expanse of untapped territory.

Finally, pairing it with a pair of shiny brown loafers, the whole look is both lively and cute like a student, and also exudes a touch of playful sexiness, with the youthful vibe of an eighteen-year-old almost overflowing.

Behind her, several girls dragged their luggage out one after another.

First of all, there's Wenjing. She usually dresses simply, but today she's dressed up quite carefully.

A bright green floral print halter dress, the base color as clear as bamboo shoots after the rain, sprinkled with tiny white flowers, the hem reaching the knees, swaying gently with each step.

The neckline of the dress isn't particularly low; it's a fairly normal style.

However, it was her exaggerated figure that made it so striking. The fabric of her dress was stretched high, outlining a full and rounded curve. The tight texture made people worry that the fabric might burst open at any moment.

Her slender waist was easily cinched by a white belt, creating a striking visual contrast.

A pair of snow-white stockings encased her shapely calves, drawing the eye to the undulating silhouette concealed by her floral maxi dress, sparking the imagination.

Next was Hua Qing, who naturally possessed an aura of detachment, making her stand out from the surrounding noise.

She wore a modified version of a Republic-era student uniform, a moon-white diagonally-buttoned top with a stand-up collar that neatly framed her slender neck, the edges embroidered with very simple silver patterns.

The black knee-length skirt is made of smooth, flowing fabric, with a slightly swaying hem and not a single wrinkle.

Her waist-length black hair was casually tied back, with a few stray strands falling beside her ears, making her already cool and aloof features appear even more detached and distant.

The one who stood out from the other three was Hua Yue, dressed in a white T-shirt, cargo pants, and sneakers.

The main point is—when you're traveling, just enjoy yourself.

Ding Heng was the last to emerge, being the only male in the team.

He was pushing two large suitcases in front, carrying a huge camera bag on his back, and holding several large bags in his hands.

"Zhao Yanxi!!"

He shouted ahead, "You've only been on a trip for a few days, what kind of junk did you bring?!"

Zhao Yanxi turned around, smiling sweetly and coaxing him, "Oh, you'll see when the time comes, Brother Ding Heng, I guarantee they'll all be things you'll like...hehehe!"

Ding Heng sighed helplessly: "Is the car ready?"

"Right away! Right away!"

Zhao Yanxi looked down at her phone: "There's a bit of traffic during the National Day holiday. The driver said there are still five minutes..."

"Hey, look!"

Suddenly, the group of people turned to look to the side at the same time.

Wenjing pointed to a spot not far away: "Isn't there someone holding up a sign for Ding Heng over there?"

Beside the exit, a middle-aged man in his early thirties was holding up a white cardboard sign with two large characters written on it—Ding Heng!

"Maybe it's just a coincidence of names..."

Ding Heng didn't pay attention until the middle-aged man ran towards him quickly.

"Ding Heng? Is it Ding Heng?"

The man stopped in front of Ding Heng, his face beaming with smiles.

Ding Heng asked in confusion, "You are..."

The other party quickly introduced himself: "You can just call me Lao Zhang. Mr. Ding Wenjie and Ms. Qu Zhen sent me. Considering that you will most likely need a car in the next few days, they specially asked me to come over."

After he finished speaking, he pointed, and Ding Heng looked in that direction and saw a black Land Rover parked in the temporary parking area.

Ding Heng's lips twitched slightly: "You mean this Land Rover... was arranged for me by my dad?"

My father, Ding Wenjie, has won awards for his works in the past two years. He has not only paid off the debts left by my mother's medical treatment, but also has a considerable amount of savings. However, it is definitely not enough to afford a Land Rover for him!

Old Zhang explained, "To be more precise, it was arranged by Ms. Qu Zhen. She was very happy to hear that you were coming to Chengdu! She wanted to take some time to meet you, but unfortunately, she has been busy with work and couldn't get away."

After saying that, Lao Zhang took out a business card from his pocket and handed it to Ding Heng.

"So she sent me here. This is my business card. If you need anything in Chengdu, you can contact me anytime."

Ding Heng took the business card, completely bewildered.

"Um... Brother Zhang, who is this Ms. Qu Zhen? What's her relationship with my dad?"

Old Zhang smiled calmly: "I forgot to tell you—your father, Mr. Ding, is currently seeing Ms. Qu Zhen."

Ding Heng: "!?"

Half an hour later.

As the Land Rover drove through the streets of Chengdu, Ding Heng gripped the steering wheel, his eyes fixed on the traffic ahead.

Hua Qing was in the passenger seat, while three girls huddled together in the back, chattering noisily.

Zhao Yanxi was humming a song, but she was way off-key.

Hua Yue sang along with her from the side, and she ran around very fast too.

Wenjing was sandwiched in the middle, her eyes crinkling with laughter, occasionally humming along.

Hua Qing, however, kept her gaze fixed on the window, her expression indifferent, showing no excitement whatsoever for going on a trip.

Ding Heng lowered his voice: "Senior, you're all out on vacation, so cheer up."

Hua Qing looked up, forced a smile, and unconsciously glanced at the rearview mirror.

The three girls were still fooling around when Zhao Yanxi shoved her phone in front of Wenjing's face, asking her to record a funny video.

The shy and quiet girl dodged left and right, her face turning bright red with embarrassment.

After a moment's thought, Ding Heng asked in a low, teasing voice, "Senior, you're not worried that I'll make you, Wenjing, and Yanxi do something together, are you?"

Hua Qing lowered her head and remained silent, clearly having been guessed by Ding Heng.

In her opinion, Ding Heng's arrangement for her to travel with Zhao Yanxi and others was most likely for a purpose, probably to enjoy the pleasures of having multiple wives!

The thought of potentially sleeping with other girls and serving men made Hua Qing's face burn with embarrassment.

Moreover, those two girls were my cousin's best friends!

If Hua Yue finds out anything... the consequences would be unimaginable!

"Don't worry, senior."

Ding Heng sighed softly, reassuring Hua Qing: "I won't let outsiders know about our relationship for the time being, including Wen Jing and Yan hope."

"Really?"

"real!"

"call……"

Hua Qing breathed a sigh of relief, just as she was about to calm down, when Ding Heng spoke again.

"So, senior, you'd better be careful."

He smiled slightly: "For example, sneak into my room at night, but don't get caught!"

Hua Qing's heart leaped into her throat once again!

Chapter 81: Dad's New Love?

The Land Rover parked in the underground garage of a residential complex, and the group pushed their luggage into the elevator.

The elevator stopped on the fifteenth floor. Zhao Yanxi took out her phone to check the door number and finally stopped in front of a dark brown security door.

"This is the one!"

Zhao Yanxi pressed the password to open the door and rushed in first.

Ding Heng followed in carrying two large suitcases, put them down, and looked around.

It's a typical three-bedroom apartment/guesthouse, with the living room being about 30 square meters and the three bedrooms located on both sides of the corridor.

The floor is covered with light gray tiles, and a fabric sofa and a small coffee table are placed in the center of the living room.

A small LCD TV was mounted on the wall, and a simple floor fan stood next to it.

The dining room and living room are connected, with a four-seater wooden table covered with a transparent placemat.

The kitchen is open-plan, fully equipped with a stove and refrigerator, and looks quite new.

It's about 130 square meters in total. The decoration isn't particularly nice, but it's clean and has all the basic amenities.

"good."

Ding Heng nodded.

Zhao Yanxi had already darted to the end of the corridor and pushed open the door to the master bedroom.

Wow—this room is huge!

She leaned halfway out and called out, "The master bedroom has an ensuite bathroom!"

Hua Yue went over to take a look, then pushed aside the side bedroom next to her: "This room is alright too, the view is unobstructed."

Ding Heng pushed open the door to the last guest room. There was a 1.5-meter bed, a wardrobe, a desk, and a fairly large window with decent lighting.

"Assign rooms! Assign rooms!"

Zhao Yanxi emerged from the master bedroom, pulling out a deck of cards from who-knows-where: "Come on, let's draw lots! The bigger the card, the bigger the room—fair and just!"

As planned, Zhao Yanxi and Wen Jing shared a room, the Hua sisters, Hua Qing and Hua Yue, shared a room, and Ding Heng had his own room.

Hua Yue looked at her suspiciously: "Where did you get those playing cards?"

"It was prepared long ago."

Zhao Yanxi said matter-of-factly, "When you're traveling, you need something to keep you entertained."

She broke up the cards, skillfully washed them on the coffee table, and then arranged them in a row.