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

The morning sunlight shone into Lin Man's upscale apartment and fell on her face.

She groggily opened her eyes, reached for her phone, and glanced at the time—6:30.

It's still early...

She yawned, got up, put on her bathrobe, slipped on her slippers, and went into the bathroom.

The electric toothbrush was buzzing as Lin Man brushed her teeth with one hand and scrolled through her phone with the other.

First, check your WeChat Moments.

The selfie I posted last night has already received over eighty likes, and the comments section is full of sycophantic compliments.

She swiped casually, then looked at the WeChat group; the family group messages had reached 99+ from yesterday morning.

She clicked on it, scrolled up, and saw a cousin complaining.

[Lately, the higher-ups have been acting strangely, picking on us every few days. Yesterday they launched another surprise attack. Damn it, it's so annoying!]

Someone replied below.

[Over in Zhuzhou?]

Yes, that's the area I'm in charge of. Several venues have been shut down, resulting in losses of hundreds of thousands in a week.

What's the reason?

[Who knows! They say it was reported by the public, but I think it's just deliberate harassment.]

Just bear with it, it'll get better in a while.

[Screw it! I finally built up my sales performance, and now it's all ruined...]

From the time he started his business in the 1980s to the present day, Lin Man's maternal grandfather has had four wives, seven sons, four daughters, and a large number of grandchildren.

Lin Man stared at the screen for a few seconds, unable to recall her cousin's name.

I only vaguely remember that he seemed to be in charge of business in Zhuzhou and was highly regarded by my grandfather.

She didn't take it to heart and continued scrolling down, treating it as just watching the show.

The family business has absolutely nothing to do with her unloved granddaughter.

She only needed to be sure of one thing—that her monthly allowance would arrive on time.

"Achoo!"

Suddenly I sneezed, and my phone almost fell into the sink.

Lin Man rubbed her nose and rinsed the foam out of her mouth.

Why have I been sneezing so much lately?

I don't have a cold.

Who has their eye on her?

Lin Man shook her head, not thinking much of it.

After rinsing my mouth, washing my face, doing skincare, and putting on makeup... it was already 7:30 by the time I finished the whole routine.

Lin Man walked to the wardrobe and began to choose her clothes for the day.

The cabinet door was opened, and it was filled with hanging items.

She ran her fingers along the clothes hanger, took out a cream-colored long knitted cardigan, paired it with a dark gray pencil skirt, and finally pulled out a brand new pair of black stockings from the drawer.

Lin Man stood in front of the dressing mirror, turned slightly to the side, struck a pose, and nodded in satisfaction.

"You little brat! I'll charm you to death."

Lin Man went downstairs, got into her silver BMW, and drove to the Chujiang Hotel.

She walked into the lobby in high heels and went to the front desk.

"Lin Man, you have an appointment with Mr. Ding on the 27th floor."

The receptionist smiled and nodded, then dialed the number for room 27.

After muttering a few words, she put down the microphone.

"Ms. Lin, please take the elevator up this way."

As the elevator ascended, Lin Man looked at herself in the mirrored wall again, quickly tidying her long, loose hair.

Upon arriving on the 27th floor, she went to the door and rang the doorbell.

The door opened, and Ding Heng, wearing a loose white T-shirt and gray sweatpants, with messy hair and eyes not fully open, appeared.

"You're here."

Ding Heng yawned.

Lin Man: "..."

She stood up straight, puffed out her chest, and waited for the man to admire her carefully made-up appearance.

Ding Heng, who was still half asleep, only glanced at her indifferently before turning and walking inside.

"Just find a place to take the picture, hurry up, I'm leaving soon."

Lin Man stood there, stunned, feeling a sense of defeat.

What does "shooting anywhere" mean?

Can't he see her outfit?

Forget it, I won't argue with a man who just woke up.

Lin Man walked into the room, took out her phone, and started looking for angles to take selfies.

The sunlight was perfect in front of the floor-to-ceiling window; I took a picture.

The lighting is soft on the living room sofa; let's take a picture.

Then push open the door to the walk-in closet.

"Wow!"

Lin Man let out a gasp.

The walk-in closet is very large, with wardrobes and shelves lining all four walls.

On the far left, there are rows of clothes hanging.

JK uniforms, Hanfu, cheongsams, maid outfits, nurse uniforms... a whole bunch of sexy clothes she couldn't name, red, black, white, all kinds of styles.

On the jewelry stand in the middle, besides various kinds of jewelry, there was also a pile of indescribable little toys.

Lin Man's eyes widened, and she was about to take a closer look when suddenly someone grabbed her arm and pulled her away.

Ding Heng's face turned cold: "Who gave you permission to barge into the room?"

Lin Man stumbled as Ding Heng pulled her along, and retorted angrily, "Didn't you tell me to just find a place to take pictures anywhere?"

Ding Heng pursed his lips and didn't pursue the matter further.

Did you post it on WeChat Moments?

"It's been sent."

"Can Hua Qing see it?"

Lin Man shrugged.

"How would I know? I don't even know if she's blocked me."

Just as he finished speaking, Ding Heng's phone rang; it was Hua Qing.

Ding Heng answered the phone, his voice languid: "Hey, senior? Calling so early in the morning, missing me?"

Where are you now?

Hua Qing's voice came through, carrying a hint of cautious probing.

"The hotel, senior, are you coming over?"

Are you... alone?

Ding Heng glanced at Lin Man in front of him.

"Does the senior think I might be alone?"

Hua Qing responded with an "Oh," her tone devoid of emotion.

"What's up, senior?"

"Nothing much, I just... I just wanted to..."

Before Hua Qing could finish speaking, Ding Heng suddenly raised his hand and pinched Lin Man's black-stockinged thigh hard.

"Ouch~"

Lin Man winced in pain, letting out a soft cry: "Ouch!"

There was a sudden silence on the other end of the phone.

Ding Heng asked in a normal tone, "What are you thinking, senior?"

Hua Qing remained silent for several seconds before speaking.

"I was wondering if you could come help me move some things... If it's inconvenient for you..."

"convenient."

Ding Heng interrupted, "It's very convenient. Senior, please wait for me for an hour."

"OK……"

The phone hangs up.

Lin Man rubbed her thigh and glared at Ding Heng resentfully.

"Could this really disgust Hua Qing?"

Believe it or not, it's up to you.

"Isn't that too subtle?"

Lin Man leaned closer: "How about we be more direct?"

Ding Heng grinned mischievously: "How direct do you want it to be?"

"Well……"

Lin Man was speechless for a moment, and suddenly had a strange feeling that she was jumping into a fire pit on her own initiative.

Is it really worth going to such lengths for disgusting Hua Qing?

But when she thought about the uncomfortable and suspicious expression on Hua Qing's face when she saw the post on WeChat Moments, she felt a strange sense of satisfaction.

Suddenly, Lin Man realized that she herself was possessed.

Ding Heng put on his coat and picked up his car keys.

"Don't rush, take it slow. I'll go find Hua Qing first, and I'll contact you again when I have the chance."

Lin Man stood there, listening to the footsteps fade into the distance.

She didn't rush to leave. Instead, she walked to the living room sofa, sat down, and looked around.

Is Ding Heng staying in this suite long-term?

Although her family gives her around 100,000 yuan a month in allowance and dividends.

But living in such a room every day was beyond Lin Man's imagination, and she felt it was completely unnecessary.

No wonder he was able to win over Hua Qing; he probably showered her with money!

……

After getting up and having breakfast in the early morning, Hua Qing sat on the sofa and ate black beans.

Before long, she couldn't resist picking up her phone again and opening Lin Man's Moments.

She was very familiar with the room in the photo, and the sweet cry she heard on the phone just now was almost certainly from Lin Man.

Considering all the signs that had emerged recently, Hua Qing could basically draw a conclusion—

Lin Man and Ding Heng are definitely having an affair.

Why!

A strange, inexplicable feeling welled up inside Hua Qing.

Of all people, it had to be Lin Man!

But then she thought about it again and realized that Lin Man was indeed no less beautiful than herself.

As for body shape...

Hua Qing looked down at herself, then at Hei Dou, and then gently tapped Hei Dou's head.

Black Bean raised its head and meowed in dissatisfaction.

That vixen's size is almost as big as Wenjing's; that's not the figure a dancer should have!

A moment later, the doorbell rang with the sound of a password being entered. Ding Heng unlocked the door and entered the house: "Senior, what did you ask me to move?"

Hua Qing put down the black beans and stood up: "I just bought a new desk and gaming chair. The delivery arrived. Let's go get them together."

Ding Heng asked, puzzled, "Senior, aren't you going to the capital next year? Why are you buying furniture?"

"I've already bought the house, I can't just sell it now, can I? And if I'm dressed like this, who would want to buy it?"

When a woman is in charge of the household, she inevitably likes to add things and always wants to fill the whole house to the brim.

Hua Qing put on her shoes and prepared to go downstairs. Ding Heng, who hadn't even gone inside to catch his breath, had no choice but to follow.

The two went downstairs and carried two large boxes up from the courier station.

A desk and a gaming chair.

Ding Heng began unpacking and assembling the boxes, while Hua Qing sat beside him watching him work. Suddenly, she asked a question.

"Ding Heng, how come you managed to get the entire dance troupe to come to the last gathering?"

"Ask Lin Man for help. One phone call from her is more effective than your words as the team leader."

Hua Qing was stunned, not expecting Ding Heng to be so direct.

Are you very familiar with her?

"It's alright."

Hua Qing let out an "Oh," and a few seconds later, she changed her angle and cut in again.

"At the last gathering, who did you think was the prettiest in our dance team?"

"You're a senior."

"Besides me?"

"Lin Man".

Faced with Ding Heng's bluntness, Hua Qing's smile froze on her face, and the follow-up probing she had prepared got stuck in her throat.

Ding Heng assembled the legs of the gaming chair and began assembling the upper part.

"Senior, you're asking so many questions, don't you think there's something between Lin Man and me?"

Seeing Hua Qing purse her lips and not answer, Ding Heng laughed out loud: "Don't worry, senior, I know she doesn't get along with you, I won't make things difficult for you."

Hua Qing couldn't help but retort, "So you're saying that just because I'm close to her, you won't put me in a difficult position?"

Ding Heng joked, "Of course! Look at Yan hope and Wen Jing, they have such a good relationship, I won't make things difficult for them at all."

"Scumbag."

Hua Qing cursed as usual, but a doubt arose in her heart.

Ding Heng was so frank and unreserved. Could it be that I had really suspected the wrong person?

He has no relationship with Lin Man?

Were they all just coincidences and misunderstandings?

But lately, there have been too many coincidences and misunderstandings between him and Lin Man...

Hua Qing continued, "Lin Man and I clearly don't get along, so why would she help you?"

Ding Heng continued working: "People are all made of flesh and blood. Maybe they see how hard it is for you to be the captain and they can't bear to see you go."

Hua Qing didn't believe it: "Really?"

"Why don't you go apologize to her and see?"

"Why should I apologize to her?"

"Do you remember that time you scolded her?"

"I've scolded her many times, which times are you talking about?"

"That year, on Lin Man's birthday..."

Ding Heng put down his screwdriver and began to speak.

Hua Qing looked surprised after hearing this: "How was I supposed to know it was her birthday? She didn't tell me..."

Ding Heng chuckled and said, "She tagged everyone in the group chat."

Hua Qing was completely speechless. During that time, she was busy preparing for the competition and didn't seem to have checked the group messages much.

She began to feel ashamed and even seriously considered apologizing to Lin Man, but she quickly came to her senses again.

"Wait... how did you know about this?"

"What's wrong, senior? Are you being paranoid again?"

Hua Qing remained silent, but Ding Heng picked up a screwdriver and gently tapped her head.

"My dear senior, now that you're going to the Beijing Dance Academy, don't be so careless with your interpersonal relationships, or you might offend someone unexpectedly."

Hua Qing covered her head, pouted, and glared defiantly.

How come I'm being lectured by Ding Heng when I'm clearly older than him?

The gaming chair was finally assembled, and Ding Heng clapped his hands.

"Senior, try sitting on it."

Hua Qing sat on it and bounced around a couple of times to make sure it was stable.

"Okay, thank you for your hard work..."

As soon as she finished speaking, Ding Heng suddenly leaned the back of his chair back.

Hua Qing was caught off guard and fell backward, but Ding Heng grabbed her ankle.

Thanks to Hua Qing's supple, boneless waist, Ding Heng once again folded her up and firmly controlled her on the gaming chair.

Hua Qing was incredibly ashamed and indignant: "What are you doing!"

Ding Heng leaned down: "Senior, you're being paranoid. I need to teach you a lesson you won't forget."

"abnormal!"

Hua Qing's mild and ineffective curses were of no use in stopping Ding Heng from taking off her shoes and socks, revealing her smooth and fair soles.

"Don't worry, senior, I won't spank you today."

"So where do you want to hit...?"

"Hey."

Ding Heng smiled without saying a word, took out a ruler from the toolbox, and gently ran the right-angled tip across Hua Qing's sole.

Feeling the cool, wooden touch, Hanaharu's toes instinctively curled up.

Ding Heng smiled and said, "Same old rules. One hundred strokes, senior, you can count them yourself."

Hua Qing glared at him, squeezing out a single word through gritted teeth.

"one."

The ruler fell.

"Smack."