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

Chapter 37: A Girl's Private Photos

Wenjing's crying was completely unexpected by Ding Heng.

"Why are you still crying?"

Wenjing wiped away her tears haphazardly with the back of her hand, her voice thick with nasal congestion.

"...I don't know, I just...I just want to cry..."

From childhood to adulthood, "giving in" and "being obedient" have been Wenjing's survival instincts in the family.

The older sister can be willful, the younger sister can be spoiled, and the younger brother is the center of the family.

As the second child, she seems to be naturally labeled as "sensible," "sharing the burden," and "not causing trouble for the family."

They have to give up the best food, the most fun things, and even their own time and desires, often having to compromise for "family harmony" or "the needs of their younger siblings."

She was used to swallowing her grievances, always saying "it's okay," and always keeping her head down lower in comparison to her parents.

No one has ever stood by her side so clearly as Ding Heng has today, speaking out for her and resisting the unbearable constraints that are wrapped in "family affection."

Now, she is like someone who has been walking on the edge of the desert for years, surviving on only a few drops of dew, and is suddenly handed a ladle of clear, sweet spring water.

Even just a single ladleful of water, with its soul-stirring nourishment and satisfaction, was enough to cause her emotions to break down and overflow.

In Ding Heng's mind, the system interface was clearly reflecting the changes:

[The Record of Redemption: Wenjing]

[Current Status: The Corrupted Nun]

Purification level: 67%

It surged by nearly 20% in one go.

Ding Heng only spoke again after Wenjing's sobs gradually subsided.

"Since you're not going back to Zhuzhou, do you have any other plans?"

Wenjing covered her nose with a tissue, her eyes were red, and her voice was muffled.

"have no idea."

"That's perfect."

Ding Heng turned on his turn signal, preparing to make a U-turn.

"Let's do what we promised you last time."

"What is it?"

Wenjing raised her head, blinking her big, moist eyes.

"Didn't I say I'd take some commemorative photos for you? I've got everything ready!"

"Where should we film?"

"Of course, we're going back to the hotel."

"But if we go back to the hotel, Yan hope..."

"Don't worry, Yan Xi is probably already busy at the store at this time, she won't know."

Ding Heng spoke matter-of-factly, a wicked smile playing on his lips.

"We can... film slowly, all day long."

"Hmm... okay."

Wenjing quietly agreed.

It should have been a perfectly normal photoshoot, but for some reason, she suddenly felt a strange sense of guilt.

Ding Heng secretly took pictures of himself. Will Yan hope find out?

The car drove back to the Chujiang Hotel.

Ding Heng parked the car and took out the photography equipment he had prepared in advance from the trunk.

After a quick registration at the front desk, he led Wenjing straight to the private elevator on the other side, swiped the card, and pressed the button for the 27th floor.

The elevator ascended silently and smoothly.

The Chujiang Hotel has two presidential suites, located on the 27th and 28th floors respectively, occupying the entire floor.

Stepping out of the elevator, you are greeted by a wide and private corridor with only one heavy double carved door.

"This... there's only one room on the entire floor?"

Wenjing stared in astonishment at the door that looked almost like the entrance to a detached apartment.

"Yes, this is the legendary presidential suite. This is my first time here too."

Ding Heng swiped his card to open the door and stepped aside to let Wen Jing go in first.

What greets you is an overwhelming sense of spaciousness and luxury.

The living room boasts an astonishingly high ceiling and panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows offering views of the bustling skyline of Changsha. It features high-end furniture, art displays, a grand piano, an entertainment room, a study, a fully equipped kitchen, and even a terrace with a small heated swimming pool.

The space, spanning over 400 square meters, is clearly divided into functional areas, yet it feels like a cohesive whole.

Wenjing stood on the gleaming marble floor, feeling slightly at a loss, as this was completely beyond her understanding of a "hotel room".

"Wait a moment."

Ding Heng put down his equipment bag and made a phone call.

About half an hour later, the doorbell rang, and a hotel staff member pushed in a hard-sided suitcase, placed it respectfully in the center of the living room, and then left quietly.

"This is……"

Wenjing looked at the box with a puzzled expression.

"Go to the dressing room and change into the clothes I prepared for you."

Ding Heng walked over and opened the box. Inside, several sets of clothes were neatly folded and carefully wrapped in dust bags. There were also matching shoes and some accessories next to them.

Wenjing stared wide-eyed in surprise: "W-when did you prepare this?"

"I started preparing after I agreed to your request that day."

Ding Heng squatted down beside the boxes, casually picked up a dust bag and looked at it, saying in a nonchalant tone, "Don't worry, they're all your size, you'll definitely be able to wear them."

Wenjing felt both touched and a little lost.

She instinctively wanted to ask, "These must be expensive," but the words caught in her throat. Looking up at the entire luxurious suite, she remembered Yan hope's half-joking remark—"At times like these, bringing up money is the biggest downer!"

She swallowed her words back, instead whispering her thanks, and then laboriously lifted the suitcase.

"I...I'll go change."

The walk-in closet is as big as a small boutique.

Wenjing closed the door, looked at herself in the mirror, took a deep breath, and began to open the dust bags.

The first outfit is a light yellow fitted dress with soft fabric, a fresh style, and delicate lace trim, giving it a sweet and gentle girlish look.

After changing her clothes, Wenjing looked at herself in the mirror. Although her curves were still noticeable, the overall fit was still quite good and not exaggerated.

She opened the door somewhat shyly and went out.

Ding Heng had already set up his camera and tripod and was adjusting the light by the living room's floor-to-ceiling windows.

Hearing the voice, he turned around, looked Wenjing up and down, and nodded: "That's fine, just stand by the window, be natural."

The filming process went more smoothly than Wenjing had imagined.

Ding Heng was very professional, guiding her to pose and adjust her expression with patience, and occasionally cracking a little joke to ease her tension.

Under his lens, Wenjing gradually relaxed. Although she was still shy, the light in her eyes grew brighter.

After the photoshoot, Ding Heng told her to change into the next outfit.

The second outfit is a preppy plaid shirt and pleated skirt, paired with knee-high socks and loafers.

The third outfit is a relaxed-looking knit sweater paired with a long skirt.

The fourth outfit is a simple white shirt and khaki shorts...

The styles were different, but they all seemed to be beautiful clothes carefully selected for her, suitable for her age, and the sizes were just right.

For each set of photos, Ding Heng carefully searched for suitable lighting and backgrounds, taking pictures from different angles.

His focus inspired Wenjing, allowing her to temporarily set aside her distractions and immerse herself in the feeling of being intently watched and recorded by the camera.

The two ordered a simple meal at the hotel for lunch, and then continued...

After shooting the fifth set of photos, Ding Heng looked at the preview on the camera and nodded in satisfaction.

"Okay, shall we go change into the next outfit?"

Wenjing clutched her skirt and whispered, "Do we have to change everything?"

"Of course."

Ding Heng didn't even look up, still checking the photos: "I prepared this with great care, it would be a shame not to try them all out and see how they turn out."

"Oh... okay."

She obediently agreed and walked into the spacious walk-in closet.

Ding Heng then picked up his phone and found the contact person whose contact name was "Hua Yue (Clothing)".

[Ding Heng]: I received the clothes, they fit perfectly, thank you.

【Hua Yue】: [OK.jpg] You're welcome. I'm glad the boss is satisfied.

[Hua Yue]: By the way, do you need my help to keep this a secret from Yan hope? [Smirking while covering mouth.jpg]

Hua Yue is Zhao Yanxi and Wen Jing's best friend. Her family runs a clothing business, and most of Zhao Yanxi's cosplay outfits come from her family.

Because of their previous contact, Ding Heng also added her on WeChat.

This girl is very shrewd. She talks about sisterly affection, but in reality, she's quite opportunistic. As long as the money is right, she doesn't care if you're cheating on her two best friends.

Ding Heng placed a large order this time, and Hua Yue even took the initiative to provide Wen Jing's body measurements to ensure that the boss would be satisfied!

When asked about her "thoughtful" suggestion, Ding Heng didn't directly answer whether he needed it or not, but instead replied with a meaningful "you know what I mean" emoji.

Some things are better left unsaid.

Suddenly, the door to the dressing room was gently pulled open a crack. Wenjing didn't come out directly like she had before, but hid behind the door, only revealing half of her rosy face.

"Ding Heng...do you really need to change all these clothes?"

Ding Heng was looking down at the photos he had just taken when he heard this and looked up.

"What's wrong? Are you tired? Or is something not fitting?"

He thought the girl was tired of changing clothes or wasn't used to a certain style.

No, it's not that it doesn't fit.

Her quiet voice was barely audible: "Okay, then I'll continue changing..."

The door closed gently again.