Why is the system taking my request to photograph a cosplayer seriously?

Wenjing stood at the doorway of the side bedroom, her heart pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of her throat.

She glanced down at her entire outfit.

A white fitted shirt, a black tight-fitting pencil skirt, sheer black stockings, and a pair of black pointed-toe stilettos.

This is the office lady outfit that Ding Heng took a picture of her in during the summer vacation. She has never worn it since and it has been sitting idle in the dressing room of the presidential suite on the 27th floor.

Wenjing took a deep breath, recalling her last conversation with Zhao Yanxi.

"Let him have his fun for a while, then we can have another fun together..."

"And then?"

"What do you mean 'afterwards'? A person's energy is always limited. I don't believe Ding Heng, that ox, won't get tired of plowing the field. Let's see if he'll still have the energy to go find that vixen!"

If he and Zhao Yanxi work together, can they really exhaust Ding Heng?

Wenjing snapped out of her thoughts and gently knocked on the door.

"Ding Heng, are you asleep?"

No one responded.

Wenjing tapped again, raising the volume slightly.

"Ding Heng?"

Still no response.

Wenjing, without hesitation, mustered her courage and pushed open the door. Nervously and shyly, she closed her eyes and stammered out her prepared lines.

"I...I came to find you...to find your...to sleep..."

Her voice grew softer and softer, the last few words almost muffled in her mouth.

Still no response...

Two seconds later, Wenjing secretly opened one eye. The side room was empty, and Ding Heng was nowhere to be found.

Wenjing was wondering what was going on when her phone suddenly rang. It was a message from Ding Heng.

[Ding Heng]: Tell Yan hope that I suddenly have something to do and won't be sleeping in the hotel anymore.

[Ding Heng]: You two can go out and explore on your own tomorrow, it's the weekend. I'll come find you again when I have time.

Wenjing stared at the screen, recalling the various speculations Zhao Yanxi had made...

Why would Ding Heng suddenly leave the hotel late at night?

She shook her head, banishing her doubts, and remained as sensible and well-behaved as ever.

[Good Luck Xiao Jing]: Okay!

【Good Luck Xiao Jing】：[ ]

Ding Heng was too busy to reply to Wen Jing's messages.

He held the steering wheel with one hand and his phone with the other, the screen showing his conversation with Hua Qing.

【Flower Sea Sunny Day】: I'm drunk, can you come pick me up?

A simple sentence, no address, no information, no follow-up.

Ding Heng's heart skipped a beat.

Based on his understanding of Hua Qing, he knew she would never send such a cryptic message unless there were special circumstances.

He immediately called back, but no one answered.

I dialed again, but still no one answered.

So he had no choice but to drive to the location where the variety show was being filmed.

I stepped on the gas, and the car roared through the yellow light, only to find another red light ahead.

Ding Heng glanced at the time, gritted his teeth, and sped up again, opening Long He's chat window and pressing the voice call button.

"Bro, can I do you a favor?"

A private dining room on the seventh floor of a high-end hotel.

Amidst the clinking of glasses and the cacophony of laughter and chatter, the atmosphere was lively and bustling.

There were a dozen or so people sitting at the round table, most of them young faces, future contestants from dance variety shows, dressed in their best.

The remaining few are agents, program planners, and related staff.

Hua Qing sat in the innermost seat, her consciousness already fading.

She shouldn't have come today...

After recording the show in the afternoon, assistant director Zhou Meilan approached her and said there was a dinner party that evening. All the female contestants were there, so they could have a meal together and get to know each other.

Zhou Meilan is nearly fifty years old, speaks gently and kindly, and seems very reliable.

Trusting the "female director" and not wanting to miss the opportunity, Hua Qing agreed.

But after it was served, she began to realize that something was wrong.

Most of the people who came were contestants, but no one talked about the competition or the dance; they were all talking about random things.

Zhou Meilan kept urging her to drink.

"Let's do it together. We're rivals on the field, but sisters off the field."

"Hua Qing, have another drink. It's rare for everyone to be so happy."

Hua Qing couldn't hold her liquor, but she still forced herself to drink several glasses. After she became dizzy, the door to the private room was pushed open, and a man in his early fifties hurriedly entered.

He was dressed in a suit and tie, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, and looked very refined.

He went straight to the head seat and sat down, and the people at the table immediately became enthusiastic.

"General Manager Liu is here!"

"Hello, Mr. Liu!"

"Please have a seat, Mr. Liu. Let me pour you some wine."

Hua Qing listened in a daze and then realized that the man's surname was Liu, his name was Liu Jianming, and he was the biggest investor in next week's dance variety show.

After Liu Jianming sat down, his gaze swept across the table and finally settled on Hua Qing, scrutinizing her closely.

After that, the people at the table began to toast Liu Jianming one after another, flattering and fawning over him.

"Mr. Liu is truly vigorous despite his age."

"Mr. Liu has such a good eye; every program he invests in becomes a hit."

"We all admire Mr. Liu's pursuit of art."

Hua Qing sat there, feeling increasingly uncomfortable.

She noticed that Liu Jianming's gaze would occasionally drift over her, as if he were appraising a piece of merchandise.

Zhou Meilan leaned over again: "Hua Qing, go toast General Manager Liu. He saw your performance and specifically asked you to participate in the competition. You should thank him."

Hua Qing shook her head: "I'm sorry, Director Zhou, I can't drink anymore."

Zhou Meilan was about to persuade him again when Liu Jianming simply raised his hand.

"No, no, don't force me."

He smiled politely and kindly: "Drinking is fine in moderation. If a young lady can't drink, she shouldn't drink."

The crowd showered him with flattery once more.

"Mr. Liu is so considerate."

"Mr. Liu's vision is truly exceptional."

Before Hua Qing could even catch her breath, Zhou Meilan made another suggestion.

"Well then, Hua Qing has drunk a bit too much, I'll help her back to her room to rest."

Hua Qing suddenly became more alert.

Go back to your room?

What room?

I never said I was going to stay overnight at the hotel!

She looked up at Zhou Meilan and finally realized what was happening.

This is a trap.

Liu Jianming had no intention of having dinner with this bunch of thugs; he only came in to check out the goods.

And she was the commodity that Zhou Meilan was preparing to sell to Liu Jianming.

No wonder the production team approached her so early on, being incredibly enthusiastic.

All those "I admire your dance," "This was tailor-made for you," "You are the pride of Hunan Province"... It turns out it was all premeditated!

The Lotus Award, which they were so proud of, was utterly insignificant in the eyes of this group of people.

Hua Qing used the table to support herself as she stood up.

Her voice was shaky as she struggled to stay awake: "No, I... I want to go back."

Zhou Meilan quickly helped her up, her tone concerned.

"Hua Qing, you're so drunk, how are you going to get home? What if something happens? Just rest at the hotel tonight, it's fine, I've already booked a room for you."

After saying that, Zhou Meilan turned her head and met Liu Jianming's gaze.

Liu Jianming smiled with satisfaction, picked up his wine glass, and took a small sip.

Zhou Meilan put her arm around Hua Qing and prepared to leave.

Hua Qing tried to struggle, but the alcohol had made her weak and powerless.

"open……"

Her voice was muffled and drowned out by the noise in the private room.

"Bang!"

The private room was suddenly opened, or more accurately, kicked open.

The loud noise made everyone turn around, their expressions filled with astonishment.

Longhe!

He wore a simple black hoodie and casual pants, his hair was a little messy, his face was bare, and his eyes were as cold as ice.

Zhou Meilan asked in surprise, "Long He, what brings you here?"

Long He rushed over, grabbed Hua Qing's arm, and shielded her behind him.

Zhou Meilan was dumbfounded: "Long He, what are you doing...?"

"Snapped!"

Before he could finish speaking, Long He slapped Zhou Meilan across the face.

"Zhou Meilan, you old bitch."

She spoke in the Xingcheng dialect, each word like a knife chilled to the bone.

"I'm so angry today! You piece of trash who sells shoddy goods, you're filthy yourself, and you want to ruin other people's lives?!"

Zhou Meilan covered her face, both angry and anxious.

"Long He! How dare you talk like that! You...you're insane! Your mother and I have been colleagues for years..."

"You old bitch, don't try to claim kinship with me! How am I talking? This is how I talk, you old bitch, can't you understand Changsha dialect?"

She pointed at Zhou Meilan's nose, her voice rising higher and higher.

"During those years with my mom, you did plenty of stupid things like pimping! Sending female college students, minor celebrities, this one, that one. You think nobody knew?"

"You...you..."

"WQNMD!"

Long He slapped him again.

"Snapped!"

With a crisp sound, another red mark appeared on Zhou Meilan's right cheek.

The audience was silent.

Long He withdrew his hand: "You old bitch, I'm telling you this now, I'm definitely going to have my mom get an explanation from the station director. You just wait!"

Zhou Meilan covered her face, her complexion alternating between pale and flushed, unable to speak.

Inside the private room, someone had already quietly raised their phone and started recording.

Hua Qing leaned on Long He's shoulder, her consciousness blurred, but her heart suddenly calmed down.

She wanted to say thank you, but the sound she made was muffled and she couldn't even understand it herself.

Seeing that things were not going well, Liu Jianming, taking advantage of everyone's attention being on Long He, quietly stood up and prepared to slip away.

But he had just reached the door—

"Bang!"

A bottle of Moutai flew past him, grazed his scalp, and shattered on the door frame, scattering glass shards and spilling the liquor all over him.

Liu Jianming stood frozen in place.

"And you, you shameless old man."

Long He glared at her fiercely: "Doesn't that bitch Zhou Meilan have any idea how many female college students she's sent you? If you're a man, don't be a coward like an old bastard. Turn around and let everyone see your old face."

Liu Jianming didn't move, and Long He sneered.

"What? You're too scared to turn around? Weren't you getting all excited looking at that young girl just now?"

Liu Jianming froze for a few seconds before finally turning around.

His face looked terrible, but he still managed to maintain a refined facade.

"Long He, you've misunderstood. Today is just a regular dinner..."

"Misunderstanding my ass!"

Long He threw another bottle of Moutai at Liu Jianming, who quickly ducked to avoid it.

"Do you think I'm a three-year-old? Do you think I need to get a young girl drunk for a regular dinner party? Do I need to book a special room for a regular dinner party?"

"Hey Liu, let me tell you, this isn't over yet. Let others investigate and see how many old grievances they uncover!"

Zhou Meilan was completely enraged. If Liu Jianming was involved, it would be a huge deal!

She yelled at Long He, "Long He! What are you trying to do?!"

"What am I supposed to do?"

Long He glanced at her: "I don't like you, is that a problem?"

Zhou Meilan trembled with anger: "You...you..."

"What do you mean, 'me'?"

Long He pointed to the group of people in the video.

"Things have already blown up. Instead of thinking of a solution, you're still bothering with me?"

Although Yang Sijie protected Long He every moment during her two years in the industry, she had heard and seen a lot of the dirty tricks of the entertainment circle.

Several of her teammates also engaged in resource exchanges to varying degrees...

Yang Sijie had warned her to turn a blind eye and not meddle in other people's business.

But today is different!

These bastards dare to plot against their own brothers' women!

Upon receiving Ding Heng's message, she didn't hesitate for a moment. She immediately found out where Zhou Meilan was and rushed over.

Longhe knew that she could have handled it better.

They also know that in the adult world, especially in the entertainment industry where fame and fortune are paramount, tearing each other apart is always the most foolish and childish thing to do.

But she couldn't care less about that!

No matter how unhappy she was with Hua Qing, the other woman was still her brother's woman.

Just like when they were kids, Ding Heng heard that she was being robbed by older students, so he grabbed a stick and rushed out without considering how many of them there were.

In the end, he came back covered in injuries.

And her ten yuan for breakfast...