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

Chapter 27: The Virtuous Little Nanny

Ding Heng quickly reassured her softly, "Don't worry, Yan hope is with me."

"Is it...with you?"

Wen Jing stopped crying, her voice still a little dazed: "Yan hope... why did she go to your place in the middle of the night? What were you doing?"

Just as Ding Heng was about to explain, Zhao Yanxi stepped forward and picked up her phone.

"Xiaojing, I'll tell you when I get back. I'm sorry, my phone was dead and I missed your call."

Although Wenjing on the other end of the phone was still confused, she visibly breathed a sigh of relief the moment she heard Zhao Yanxi's voice.

"Oh...you scared me to death, Yan hope, I'm so glad you're alright."

"I'll hang up now, I'll be right back."

Zhao Yanxi hung up the phone and then explained to Ding Heng, "I saw that Xiaojing was sleeping very soundly, so I...so I didn't wake her up."

Ding Heng could clearly sense Zhao Yanxi's shame for lying to her friend.

Is your phone dead?

But Ding Heng clearly remembered that Zhao Yanxi had looked at her phone several times while they were in the ride-hailing car.

He didn't call him out on it; he just nodded to show he understood.

"Well... I'll head back now."

Zhao Yanxi picked up her coat: "Get some rest, take your medicine on time, goodnight."

"Good night!"

Ding Heng got up and saw Zhao Yanxi to the door, listening to the footsteps fading into the distance in the corridor.

After taking a hot shower, he lay back in bed around 5 a.m.

I had just closed my eyes when the phone screen lit up again.

[Good Luck Xiaojing]: Yan hope said you have acute gastroenteritis, are you okay? [Little rabbit peeking worriedly.jpg]

[Ding Heng]: It's okay, I just need to rest for a couple of days.

[Good Luck Xiao Jing]: That's good, good night!

[Ding Heng]: Good night.

Typical quiet concern – no questions asked, no inquiries made, just basic concern expressed and then immediately withdrawing, as if afraid of bothering Ding Heng for even a second longer.

The next morning at 8:00 AM.

Ding Heng was awakened by a series of slow, deliberate knocks on the door.

He groggily opened his eyes, scratched his head, and shuffled over in his slippers to open the door.

She is Wenjing.

Good morning.

Good morning.

Ding Heng was a little confused: "Why are you here? Aren't you at work today?"

"I...I've taken leave."

Wenjing explained in a low voice, "Yanxi said the doctor told you to rest at home for two days, so we discussed taking turns taking leave to take care of you for two days."

Ding Heng was both amused and exasperated: "I have hands and feet, I don't need that, do I?"

When he said that, Wenjing had no idea how to respond. She twisted the hem of her clothes with her fingers, looked down, and stood there motionless.

Seeing the girl's troubled yet persistent expression, Ding Heng's heart softened, and he stepped aside, saying, "Come in first."

Wenjing quickly stepped inside, picking up two heavy plastic bags by the door.

"What is this?"

Ding Heng closed the door and asked.

"I bought the groceries at the supermarket."

Wenjing carried the bag into the kitchen: "Your stomach isn't good, so it's better for you to eat light meals at home these days. I'm not too comfortable with food from outside."

Ding Heng followed him over, leaned against the kitchen doorframe, and exclaimed in surprise, "You can cook?"

"Yes, I know a little."

Wenjing nodded and took off her sports jacket, hanging it on the back of the chair.

She was wearing a light blue short-sleeved T-shirt underneath, the soft fabric clinging to her body. When she raised her hand to tidy her loose ponytail, the exaggerated curves of her figure were clearly visible in the morning light.

Ding Heng's gaze was uncontrollably drawn to it, and his Adam's apple bobbed slightly.

Lord Bull was right after all—the greater the mass, the stronger the gravity!

Wenjing didn't notice Ding Heng's gaze at all. After retying her ponytail, she quickly walked towards the messy living room.

First, she gathered up the empty beverage bottles and takeout boxes, then bent down to pick up the clothes that were scattered on the sofa.

Are the mop and rags on the balcony?

She turned to Ding Heng, eager to try and ready to make a big splash.

Ding Heng quickly replied, "No need, I'll clean up myself later..."

"It's fine."

Wenjing shook her head and walked towards the balcony: "You continue to sleep. The doctor said you need to rest more. I'll try to be as quiet as possible and wake you up when dinner is ready."

"Then I'll go with you."

Ding Heng felt too embarrassed to just stand by and watch, so he wanted to go over and help get the mop.

"Let me handle this!"

Wenjing immediately turned around, spread her arms to block him at the junction of the balcony and the living room, her tone unusually firm.

"The doctor said you need to rest more! If you can't sleep, you can play some games."

In the time that followed, whenever Ding Heng showed even the slightest intention to help, Wen Jing would act like a possessive little animal, shooing him back to the sofa area and repeatedly emphasizing this.

"You're a patient, you need to rest!"

In the end, Ding Heng could only obediently slump on the sofa and watch Wen Jing shuttle back and forth between the living room and the kitchen.

Sweeping, mopping, wiping tables, tidying up clutter... her movements are skillful, efficient, quiet, and effective.

As I watched, a wave of weariness washed over me again.

Ding Heng yawned, his eyelids grew heavier and heavier, and before he knew it, he curled up on the sofa and fell asleep.

Then, he was awakened by the enticing aroma of food.

I opened my eyes, picked up my phone, and saw that it was already 1 p.m.

Sunlight streamed through the window, casting bright spots of light on the clean floor.

The once messy living room has been completely transformed, with items neatly arranged and a faint smell of cleaning agents and water stains in the air.

Three dishes and a soup were already laid out on the dining table next to them.

Stir-fried winter melon, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, steamed tofu with minced meat, and a steaming pot of crucian carp soup.

They were all home-style dishes, but their colors were refreshing and their aromas were enticing, making Ding Heng unconsciously swallow his saliva.

Wenjing came out of the kitchen carrying two bowls of rice. When she saw Ding Heng wake up, a bright smile appeared on her face: "You're awake? Perfect timing, time to eat."

Ding Heng sat up, still somewhat dazed.

He walked to the dining table, sat down, picked up the chopsticks Wenjing handed him, and put a piece of steamed tofu with minced meat into his mouth.

The tofu is smooth and tender, the minced meat is savory and perfectly seasoned, and the aroma of soy sauce and scallions is just right.

I took another bite of the stir-fried winter melon. The cooking time was perfect; the winter melon was soft but not mushy, and had a sweet taste.

"tasty!"

Ding Heng's eyes lit up, and he sincerely praised, "Your cooking skills are amazing!"

This is more than just knowing a little bit.

More than enough to open a small restaurant!

Wenjing was embarrassed by the praise and chuckled shyly, "It's alright... I haven't cooked much in a while, and I was worried I'd become rusty."

[The Record of Redemption: Wenjing]

[Current Status: The Corrupted Nun]

Purification level: 41%

[Ding! Purification value exceeds 40%, milestone achieved!]

[Rewards: 500 Divine Merit Points, +3 Strength Attribute, and an upgrade to the skill "True Sight"!]

Ding Heng was secretly pleased. Goodness, even a few words of praise can increase purification value?

He continued eating, while simultaneously activating his newly upgraded "True Sight" and looking at Wenjing in front of him.

Ding Heng's pupils flickered slightly, and he suddenly froze in his eating motion.

At that moment, Wenjing's T-shirt and trousers suddenly disappeared from his sight, turning into a nearly transparent phantom.

Beneath the illusory image, a set of pink and white close-fitting clothes was clearly visible.

Ding Heng's breath hitched; his male instincts made him unconsciously focus his attention.

As if in response to his "gaze", the pinkish-white layer suddenly faded away!

"!!!"

Ding Heng felt a buzzing in his head, and his blood rushed to a certain place.

The whiteness before his eyes was dazzling, and the astonishing fullness and delicate skin texture... the visual impact was so great that he instantly felt dizzy.

Will "True Sight" continue to evolve in this direction?!

Initially, they provided basic character information, then important information based on needs, and now they're offering perspective?

Once it's fully upgraded, what other functions will it have?

Ding Heng quickly deactivated the skill, a slight blush rising to his face.

"Ding Heng?"

Wenjing noticed Ding Heng's complexion and asked with concern, "What's wrong? Your face is suddenly so red. I heard from others that gastroenteritis can cause a rise in body temperature?"

After saying that, he reached out to touch Ding Heng's forehead.

"N-nothing!"

Ding Heng quickly leaned back to avoid it, tugging at his collar and breathing heavily: "I just woke up, I'm a little hot."

"Is it hot?"

Wenjing turned her head to look at the air conditioner, puzzled.

Is it hot at 18 degrees Celsius?

Ding Heng buried his head in his rice again, mumbling, "Eat, eat. The food won't taste good if it gets cold."

He forced himself to focus on the food, but the image he had just witnessed was simply too overwhelming.

This has resulted in him now having a head full of brains...

Ding Heng quickly changed the subject: "Do you usually do housework at home?"

Wenjing nodded, taking small bites of her food: "Yes! Mom and Dad both have to work, they're quite busy. As the older sister, I naturally have to do more."

Ding Heng remembered her family situation: "Don't you have an older sister?"

"My older sister used to study at a university in another city and only came back during winter and summer vacations."

Wenjing explained, "After graduation, I was busy preparing for the civil service exam and the postgraduate entrance exam..."

The girl spoke naturally, without the slightest complaint or dissatisfaction.

Ding Heng, on the other hand, felt a little uncomfortable hearing this.

He teased, his tone full of pity: "Your family raised you to be so virtuous and capable; it's a blessing for your future husband."

Wenjing's face flushed red instantly, and she hurriedly lowered her head, almost burying her face in the bowl.

"No, no... I was just doing what I could... Besides, I'm still young... It's too early to talk about this..."

After a brief moment of shyness, she suddenly put down her chopsticks, looked at Ding Heng, and hesitated to speak.

"That... Ding Heng."

"Um?"

Ding Heng swallowed the food in his mouth.

"You went to the hospital last night with gastroenteritis, why did you think of sending a message to Yan hope?"

"I……"

Ding Heng didn't know how to explain it either. He could clearly feel the disappointment in Wen Jing's tone, as well as that subtle hint of jealousy.

In the end, instead of explaining that Xie Baoyang was the one who sent the message, he simply gave a guarantee.

"Sorry, I'll definitely let you know first next time."

Wenjing blinked her big eyes and met Ding Heng's solemn gaze.

"good!"

The girl's lips curved slightly upward, like a flower bud unfurled by a spring breeze.