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

Chapter 68: Wenjing's Little Report

Ding Heng looked at the undergarment in Zhao Yanxi's hand.

The pure white color, with delicate orchids embroidered along the edges, is exactly what Hua Qing wore.

A chill ran down his spine, and his mind raced.

What's wrong with Hua Qing? How could she forget something so intimate?

And did the hotel's cleaning lady slack off? Did she not notice anything when she came up to clean?

Finally, Ding Heng managed a forced smile, an awkward one.

"This...?"

He tried to keep his tone light: "Maybe the previous guest left it by accident. After all, this is a hotel, all sorts of people come and go... Hahaha, just throw it away, it's dirty."

"Other guests?"

Zhao Yanxi had a look that said, "Do you think I'd believe that?"

"Brother Ding Heng..."

She asked slowly, "How many times a year does the presidential suite at the Chujiang Hotel get rented out?"

Ding Heng did not respond.

"Besides, all the clothes that Xiaojing and I can't wear outside are stored in the walk-in closet in this room. You must have told the hotel that they couldn't possibly open the 27th floor to the public."

Zhao Yanxi tilted her head.

"Right?"

Ding Heng fell silent.

Wow, no wonder she's a police officer's daughter, her thinking is so clear!

Seeing that Ding Heng acquiesced, Zhao Yanxi suddenly stopped asking questions, loosened her fingers from her bodice, took a step forward, and pressed her body completely into Ding Heng's arms.

She wrapped her arms around the man's strong waist, buried her face in his chest, and hugged him tightly.

"Brother Ding Heng."

Zhao Yanxi's voice muffled in Ding Heng's chest, low, lost, and sad.

"You already have me."

She paused.

"And Xiao Jingjing."

Ding Heng didn't speak. Zhao Yanxi's face was pressed against his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

again and again.

Zhao Yanxi had no idea what she was thinking.

From the moment I saw that bellyband, my mind was in a jumble.

Are you angry?

A little.

But there's more of something else.

She and Wenjing grew up together.

We've been best friends for over a decade, sharing the same bag of spicy snacks, drinking the same cup of milk tea, wearing each other's clothes, and knowing all of each other's little secrets.

Ultimately, regardless of who Ding Heng chooses, or whether they both end up with the same man, that's their own business.

How can we let that foreign vixen steal our food?!

Zhao Yanxi finally raised her head and looked at Ding Heng.

There was so much in her clear eyes—grievance, resentment, and stubbornness.

She opened her mouth, about to speak—"Ring ring!"

Ding Heng picked up his phone, and a video call came in from [Good Luck Xiao Jing] on the screen.

"Want to answer Wenjing's call with me?"

Zhao Yanxi paused for a moment, then silently released her grip and stepped back.

She, who had just been trying to "catch the adulterer," now felt guilty.

Ding Heng remained expressionless and pressed the call button.

The screen lit up, and a quiet and cute round face appeared on the screen.

The backdrop is the summit of Yuelu Mountain, from which one can see the Xiangjiang River and the city skyline in the distance.

The sun was shining brightly, and her face was slightly flushed from the sun, with fine beads of sweat on her forehead.

"Ding Heng!"

She shouted excitedly, turning the camera behind her: "Look, look! I've reached the top of the mountain!"

Ding Heng smiled and nodded: "Are you tired?"

"Not tired at all!"

Wenjing turned the camera back, squinted her eyes and smiled, her cheeks flushed.

"I climbed with my roommates, and they were resting on the side."

She suddenly leaned closer to the screen and lowered her voice.

"Actually, I'm a little tired... but I don't dare say it, afraid they won't invite me next time."

"How silly! If you're tired, just say so. True friends won't look down on you for it."

Ding Heng chuckled, then suddenly felt a jolt as he felt himself being completely enveloped by something warm, slippery, and soft.

"Uh-huh."

Wenjing nodded obediently, then she let out an "Eh."

"Ding Heng, there's something wrong with your complexion?"

Ding Heng paused for a moment.

"Is there?"

"Yeah, you suddenly seem... weird."

"It's nothing, it's probably just too hot here."

Ding Heng fanned himself with his hand, smiled calmly, and changed the subject: "I'll climb it with you again another day. If you're too tired, I'll carry you up."

"real?"

Wenjing's eyes lit up: "Great! We'll invite Yanxi along too!"

As soon as she uttered the name "Yan hope," Ding Heng's expression froze, and he recoiled, gasping for breath.

"What's wrong?"

"fine."

Ding Heng forced a smile.

"I just got bitten by a naughty kitten."

"cat?"

Wenjing blinked, a little confused.

Do you have a cat?

"Um……"

Ding Heng remained unfazed and continued the previous topic: "If we call Yan hope along, I'm afraid we'll have to take turns carrying both of you."

Wenjing simply said "Oh," without giving it much thought.

Then, as if suddenly remembering something, her tone became subtle.

"By the way, Ding Heng, speaking of Yan hope... she went to swimming class today, did you know?"

"Yeah?"

"They even hired a private trainer."

"Um……?"

"She even sent me photos of her personal trainer's abs."

Ding Heng appeared calm on the surface, but inwardly he was speechless with frustration.

This innocent little rabbit can actually "go bad" and secretly tattle on others.

Seeing that Ding Heng didn't react, Wen Jing seemed a little anxious, thinking that the man hadn't understood her hint.

"You... don't mind?"

"What do you mind?"

"that is……"

Wenjing carefully considered her words.

"The university is so colorful and vibrant, and Yan hope is so pretty, what if she gets blinded by someone..."

Her tone turned serious: "But don't worry, I'll definitely behave and won't go astray!"

Ding Heng looked at the serious little face on the screen and was completely at a loss for words, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

The little rabbit still needs to practice its "tea ceremony"; its "bad" thoughts are written all over its face.

In her view, Zhao Yanxi's hiring of a "private coach" meant that Zhao Yanxi no longer cared about Ding Heng, and that she could have Ding Heng all to herself.

But she didn't know that Ding Heng had the phone on speakerphone.

Every word she said was heard clearly by the other person.

Ding Heng glanced down at it.

Zhao Yanxi knelt in front of him, at waist level, with her head slightly tilted back.

His expression... was very complex.

Feeling wronged, angry, wanting to argue but not daring to utter a sound—all sorts of emotions mixed together, finally turning into a look that says, "Wenjing, you just wait."

"We'll see."

Ding Heng withdrew his gaze, his breathing becoming a little unsteady.

"I'll hang up now, my roommate is calling me."

"Okay, go back and get some rest after you get down the mountain."

Goodbye, Ding Heng!

"Bye-Bye."

The video call ended, and Zhao Yanxi subconsciously wanted to look up and say something, but a large hand suddenly grabbed her left ponytail.

The force wasn't heavy, but it left no room for resistance.

"continue."

Ding Heng looked down at him and coldly gave his orders.

Zhao Yanxi froze for a moment, then lowered her head deeply.

There was no resistance whatsoever...