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

Chapter 219 Baima Prepares to Pick Up the Car (Seeking Double Monthly Tickets!)

The next few days passed peacefully yet absurdly.

Following Ding Heng's instructions, Zhao Yanxi secretly began to "monitor" Baima.

Lin Man would occasionally make a trip to Hong Kong to arrange Ding Heng's daily affairs.

Hua Qing partitioned off a small dance practice area from the largest bedroom on the first floor, where she practices for an hour every morning without fail.

Wenjing is still the busiest person in the family. Although the house cleaning is handled by a housekeeper sent by the property management, she is still responsible for three meals a day. In addition, she occasionally has to attend Wenshu's parent-teacher meetings.

The girls are getting along more and more naturally in their new home, and a tacit understanding is slowly taking shape.

They even cooperated better and better, and the two of them could tacitly share the same carrot, advancing and retreating with proper measure.

Summer vacation is counting down.

Bai Ma's work account balance reached 2009 yuan, exceeding the 2000 yuan cutoff line set by Ding Heng.

There are still ten days left until the end of summer vacation.

With a little more effort, reaching 3000 shouldn't be a problem.

So, Baima has been in a great mood these past few days.

That day, she came to the urban village as usual, climbed to the sixth floor as if she knew the way well, and knocked on Huang Yue's wall-mounted door.

"Sister Huang Yue! Are you awake yet!"

The door opened, and Baima's eyes widened.

For the first time ever, Huang Yue made sure she was clean and tidy today.

My hair was washed, and although it was still a bit frizzy, at least it wasn't as greasy and sticking out as usual.

She wasn't wearing makeup, but her face was very clean, revealing her reasonably presentable features.

The dress was paired with white canvas shoes; from head to toe, it was all new clothes that Bai Ma had never seen her wear before.

"Pema————"

Huang Yue stepped aside to let her in, appearing somewhat nervous.

Baima looked her up and down several times: "Sister Huang Yue, where are you going today?"

"Seeing my ex-boyfriend."

Huang Yue bent down and picked up the small bag on the bed: "He has now turned over a new leaf and is working a proper job. He said he wants to get back together with me."

"Really?"

Why would I lie to you?

Huang Yue picked up her phone screen again to look at herself, applied some lip balm, and pursed her lips.

"I've thought about it, and I'm still planning to see him."

"I thought you'd forgotten about him."

Baima nudged her with her elbow and teased, "Sister Huang Yue, are you nervous?"

"A little."

Huang Yue was unusually not being stubborn.

Since being betrayed by her ex-boyfriend, she has come to terms with reality.

But this time, her ex-boyfriend contacted her through her family to try and get back together.

Her parents said they had already inquired and found that the man was a well-regarded honest person in the village, and he was really good at managing a household!

"Do you think he'll look down on me now that his circumstances have improved?"

"Let's go take a look first."

Pema then asked, "What time do we meet?"

"Noon."

"It's still early!"

Baima glanced at her phone; it was just past nine o'clock.

"Come with me."

She pulled Huang Yue and walked out.

"Where are we going?"

"Don't ask questions, just come with me."

Leaving the urban village, Baima hailed a taxi and gave an address.

After driving for nearly twenty minutes, the car stopped in front of a building with a glass curtain wall.

Huang Yue looked at the entrance and stood there dumbfounded.

The luxuriously decorated hair salon features a striking English sign at its entrance, and through the glass, one can see spotless marble floors and crystal chandeliers.

Huang Yue's voice changed: "Bai Ma—what are you doing here?"

Baima pulled her inside: "How about I give you a makeover?"

"Where are we going to get the money?!"

Huang Yue stood rooted to the spot, refusing to move forward: "This place must be really expensive, right? I... I'm just going on a blind date, there's no need to come to a place like this—"

"It's nothing, it's nothing."

Bai Ma had a sudden inspiration: "My brother's girlfriend is a member of this store, and she has tens of thousands of yuan on her card. She won't notice if I use a little bit."

Huang Yue asked with a hint of disbelief, "Your brother's girlfriend?"

"Yes, yes, yes."

"Does she usually come to places like this?"

"yes."

"I see----"

Huang Yue suddenly realized: "No wonder your brother looks so clean and his spending is so high, he's probably serving a rich woman!"

Baima chuckled, offering no rebuttal, and pulled Huang Yue inside.

The greeter immediately recognized Baima and came forward with a smile: "Do you two have an appointment?"

"Find Tony for me."

"Okay, this way please————"

Huang Yue was led inside by the greeter, her steps unsteady.

The most upscale hair salon she had ever been to was a 30-yuan wash, cut, and blow-dry at the intersection of a road in an urban village.

The barbershop in front of her completely overturned her understanding—she didn't even dare to put her feet down.

"Sister Huang Yue, sit here."

Baima pressed Huang Yue into a genuine leather swivel chair, then turned around and went to talk to Tony, bringing up Lin Man's name.

Tony remembered Bai Ma, but was skeptical.

After confirming with Lin Man via message, his attitude immediately became extremely respectful.

"What kind of look would this beautiful lady like?"

Huang Yue opened her mouth, but couldn't say a word.

Baima leaned closer: "Just do it simply, keep it natural."

"clear."

Tony glanced at Huang Yue and ran his fingers through her hair a couple of times.

"Your hair is on the dry side and has a lot of split ends. I suggest you trim the ends and then do a nourishing shampoo and conditioner. You could also trim your bangs a little shorter to show your forehead and make you look more energetic."

Huang Yue couldn't understand at all and could only nod mechanically.

Tony started working, the scissors making a snip-snip sound.

An assistant brought over some floral tea, the white porcelain cup adorned with delicate patterns.

Huang Yue took the cup, her fingers tracing the rim, hesitant to even drink it, feeling as if she were dreaming.

"Pema".

She lowered her voice, her eyes searching for Baima's location in the mirror.

Baima was sitting on the sofa next to me scrolling through her phone. Hearing this, she looked up and asked, "Hmm?"

"Your brother's girlfriend—won't she find out?"

Don't worry.

Baima put down her phone and said firmly, "Even if we're found out, my brother will take the blame. It has nothing to do with us."

Huang Yue said "Oh," but the unease in her heart did not completely dissipate.

She began to look at Baima again—

Unlike her, Baima leaned back on the sofa, casually crossing her legs, her posture natural, not at all like someone visiting a place like this for the first time.

Huang Yue withdrew her gaze, vaguely sensing that something was amiss.

But I can't quite put my finger on it —

After leaving the barbershop, the two drove to their blind date location, an ordinary Hunan restaurant.

Huang Yue stood at the door and began to feel nervous again, taking deep breaths repeatedly.

Baima patted her shoulder: "Come on, I'll go in with you."

"Are you going in too?"

"Otherwise what? What if the other party has malicious intentions?"

Baima, with a self-righteous air, pushed open the door and went in first.

Huang Yue had no choice but to follow.

The man by the window was wearing a white T-shirt, dark casual pants, and ordinary sneakers.

He has an ordinary appearance, dark skin, regular but unremarkable features, and looks very honest.

Seeing the two girls approaching, he quickly stood up, his voice trembling with nervousness.

"Huang Yue—long time no see."

"have not seen you for a long time."

"My name is Li Chongfeng."

The boy then reached out to Baima, paused for a moment, and withdrew his hand, feeling it was inappropriate. He scratched his head sheepishly.

Huang Yue was amused by his simple and honest appearance and relaxed a little, pulling out a chair and sitting down.

Baima also sat down and poured herself a cup of tea.

Li Chongfeng picked up the menu on the table and handed it over: "Xiaoyue, you guys order first. I don't know what your friends like to eat."

Huang Yue took the menu, glanced at the prices, and then handed it to Bai Ma.

Baima didn't stand on ceremony and ordered a few home-style dishes from the menu.

While waiting for the food, Li Chongfeng initiated a conversation: "Xiaoyue, are you staying in Xingcheng afterward?"

"Um."

"What kind of work do you do?"

"Still daily pay."

"I'm sorry, Xiaoyue, it's all my fault—"

Li Chongfeng looked somewhat ashamed, his eyes filled with heartache.

Baima seized the opportunity to interject, "Brother Li, what are you doing right now?"

"A logistics courier can earn a little over 10,000 yuan a month."

"That's quite high."

"It's alright, just a bit tiring."

Li Chongfeng smiled憨厚ly: "But I'm young, I'm not afraid of being tired."

As the dishes were served one after another, Li Chongfeng barely touched his chopsticks, always turning the dishes towards Huang Yue.

"Eat more, you're too thin."

Huang Yue paused with her chopsticks for a moment, then lowered her head to eat her rice.

Baima chimed in, "Brother Li, who else is in your family?"

"My parents live in our hometown, and I'm an only child. I rent a place in Changsha and plan to settle down here in the future."

"Have you bought a house yet?"

"Not yet, I'm still a little short of the down payment. I should be able to save enough in two more years."

Li Chongfeng spoke frankly from beginning to end, without boasting or exaggeration.

Hearing this, Huang Yue gradually relaxed.

After the meal, Li Chongfeng offered to pay the bill, which came to a little over 180 yuan, no more, no less.

As he walked out of the restaurant, he looked at Huang Yue, then at Baima.

"Well—I'll be going now."

"Okay, bye-bye."

Huang Yue waved to him.

Li Chongfeng turned around, took two steps, and then turned back.

My gaze inadvertently swept over Baima's wrist, where a string of Tibetan dzi beads had a warm, lustrous sheen.

He glanced down at her BC sneakers.

Made of gray and white canvas, without any logo, it looks unremarkable, but the price starts at 1.

Li Chongfeng withdrew his gaze and smiled faintly.

In the following ten days, Huang Yue and Li Chongfeng's relationship quickly warmed up.

The two would meet up every few days to eat, take walks, go to the supermarket, and do things that ordinary couples would do.

Li Chongfeng doesn't talk much, but he's thoughtful. Every time they meet, he brings Huang Yue a little something, sometimes a cup of milk tea, sometimes a bag of fruit.

Huang Yue didn't say it, but she felt more and more at ease, thinking that Li Chongfeng had truly turned over a new leaf this time.

Baima continued her part-time work as usual, distributing flyers, doing supermarket promotions, guiding exhibitions, and sorting express packages—she did all kinds of work and endured all kinds of hardships.

But he became more and more energetic, always standing up straight and walking with a brisk pace.

That afternoon, after finishing her last part-time job, Baima took out her phone and checked her WeChat balance.

The numbers on the screen made her grin like an idiot.

3248.58!

She couldn't wait to go back to Ding Heng to withdraw her 100x amount, but because ride-hailing services were too expensive, she ultimately chose to take the bus.

Before the official withdrawal, every penny spent is multiplied by a hundred!

More than an hour later, Pema arrived at the duplex apartment.

She rushed to Ding Heng and shoved the phone in his face.

"Look, brother!"

"Tsk tsk tsk————"

Ding Heng glanced at the numbers on the screen and exclaimed, "Wow! You really made a profit?"

Baima said smugly, "I've been working from dawn till dusk every day for about twenty days straight. Do you know how hard that was for me?"

Ding Heng smiled calmly: "Okay, I'll have Lin Man transfer 320,000 to your card. You can choose whatever car you want to buy."

Although Baima's income far exceeded his expectations, Ding Heng would not default on his debts.

The next second, Bai Ma pounced over and gave Ding Heng another hard kiss on the face.

"My brother is the best!"

Ding Heng, feeling both indulgent and helpless, reached out and patted her back.

"Alright, alright, let go."

Pema smiled and let go of his hand, taking two steps back, her little face flushed with excitement.

"Brother, shall I go choose a car?"

"Go."

"Hehehe————"

Bai Ma chuckled foolishly, already starting to plan things out in his mind.

What kind of car should I buy? Should I ask someone for advice?

The transfer was completed at 3 PM.

Baima refreshed the page several times to confirm the numbers were correct. Then, she jumped up from her chair, eager to share her joy with someone.

Wen Shu was still in school and it wasn't convenient for her to call, so she directly dialed Huang Yue's number.

"Sister Huang Yue! Let's go out and have some fun tonight! It's on me!"

Bai Ma's overly excited tone left Huang Yue on the other end of the phone a little bewildered.

"Trying to treat you? Did you win the lottery?"

"Alright! Call Brother Li and Sister Guo Rong too!"

"Okay—what time?"

"Six o'clock! Same place as always!"

"it is good."

At 7 p.m., at a street food stall in the south of the city with pretty good food.

Baima had reserved a small private room in advance, and the four of them, including Guo Rong, the short-haired girl from that day, sat down around a large round table.

Li Chongfeng looked like he had just delivered a package; he hadn't even had time to take off his SF Express uniform.

He sat next to Huang Yue, pouring her tea and serving her food from time to time, his actions natural and considerate.

Baima raised her glass: "Come on, the first toast is to Sister Huang Yue and Brother Li! Wishing you a long and happy marriage, and may you get married soon and have a healthy baby boy!"

Huang Yue blushed: "What are you saying?"

Li Chongfeng was generous; he raised his glass and clinked it against Baima's: "Thank you."

, 7

Huang Yue looks much better lately.

Her skin is a bit fairer, and her face has gained some weight; she doesn't always look so dejected as before.

Even his tone of voice became much lighter, and he would occasionally exchange a few words with Li Chongfeng.

Baima saw this and was genuinely happy for her.

As they drank and chatted, Huang Yue mentioned that Li Chongfeng had paid off her online loans.

A loan of 12,000 yuan from an online lender, now overdue for more than half a year, has accrued interest that has ballooned to nearly 20,000 yuan.

When Li Chongfeng found out, he transferred the money to her without saying a word, telling her to pay off her debts and to "just don't touch these things again."

Although Huang Yue spoke in a nonchalant tone, her eyes were a little red.

She subconsciously looked at Li Chongfeng, who responded with a simple and honest smile.

Baima couldn't help but sigh, "Li Chongfeng may seem simple-minded, but he's quite reliable when it comes to getting things done."

How could I have made such a mistake in the past?

After several rounds of drinks, the atmosphere became increasingly lively.

It's almost 10 o'clock.

Bai Ma felt dizzy and lay on the table, not wanting to move.

She wasn't a big drinker to begin with, and she drank too fast, so her mind wasn't quite clear anymore.

Huang Yue tried to get Baima up: "Baima, let's go, I'll take you back."

"Hmm... I'll sit a little longer..."

Baima mumbled incoherently, her eyes barely open.

Finally, Huang Yue forcibly helped Baima out of the restaurant, with Li Chongfeng following behind.

Baima was limp as a lump of mud, her head resting on Huang Yue's shoulder, her steps unsteady, and she was still humming an off-key tune.

Huang Yue was wondering how to get her home when a black Mercedes slowly pulled up to the side of the road.

The car window rolled down, revealing the face of a young woman.

She has delicate features, long rose-red hair tied in a high ponytail, and bright eyes that reveal a hint of arrogance and sharpness.

Huang Yue stood there, stunned.

Even though she was inexperienced, she still recognized the three-pointed star symbol.

"Pema?"

Zhao Yanxi got out of the car and went up to Baima, teasingly asking, "Have you had too much to drink?"

Baima looked up, her eyes still blurry: "Um—you're Sister-in-law Huaqing?"

"I am your sister-in-law Yan Xi!"

"Hmm—what are you doing here?"

"Your brother told me to keep an eye on you."

"oh----"

Huang Yue stood in front of Zhao Yanxi and felt a strange pressure.

In the past, when wealthy relatives came back to the village, they would speak loudly, wear gold and silver, and wanted the whole world to know that they were rich.

But Baima's "sister-in-law" was different. She didn't have to do anything. She just stood there quietly with a composed demeanor, which made Huang Yue feel inferior.

Zhao Yanxi held out her hand: "Give her to me."

Huang Yue remained wary: "You are—"

"Her sister-in-law."

Zhao Yanxi took out her phone from her pocket, swiped it a couple of times, and handed the screen to Huang Yue.

In the photo, Zhao Yanxi and Baima are standing together, wearing the same style of sweatshirt in different colors, and they are in an intimate pose.

Huang Yue's last remaining doubts dissipated, and she handed Bai Ma over.

Zhao Yanxi helped the person into the car and said politely, "Thank you for your help."

"No trouble at all, no trouble at all————"

Huang Yue waved her hands repeatedly and took two steps back, trying to alleviate the inferiority complex and pressure she felt standing in front of Zhao Yanxi.

As the black Mercedes slowly drove away, Li Chongfeng suddenly spoke.

"Your friend's family seems to be quite wealthy."

"It's alright — she told me that her brother's girlfriend is quite wealthy."

"more than."

Li Chongfeng shook his head: "Did you notice the string of dzi beads on her wrist?"

Huang Yue thought for a moment, and realized that Bai Ma did indeed always wear a string of beads on her wrist, which was grayish-white and looked quite ordinary.

"That thing is quite expensive."

"How expensive?"

"It's hard to say—but I've heard that the most expensive one has sold for over a hundred million."

Huang Yue gasped, and Li Chongfeng continued his story.

"And the shoes she was wearing—although they had no logos and looked very ordinary, they cost around ten thousand yuan."

How did you know?

Huang Yue looked suspicious.

Even if Li Chongfeng is right, how could a deliveryman like him know so much?

"He was delivered by a courier."

Li Chongfeng calmly replied, "These kinds of packages are common in upscale residential areas. You get used to them after a while."

Huang Yue didn't reply, turning back to look at the now empty intersection. The Mercedes was nowhere to be seen.

She suddenly recalled many details.

Every day when Baima appears, her hair is always clean, her clothes are wrinkle-free, and her nails are neatly trimmed.

Even after a full day of work, when she was so tired that she couldn't straighten her back, she didn't have that lingering sweaty smell from long hours of labor.

And her skin.

Baima's skin is very white, the kind of white that has been carefully maintained.

In the crowd at the gig market, her striking whiteness made her seem like she had fallen from another world.

Huang Yue hadn't thought much about it before.

Or perhaps she simply didn't want to think about it.

Some people were willing to work with her, treat her to meals, and take her to the hospital when she was sick—Bai Ma needed friends, and she needed friends too. The next morning, Bai Ma was woken up by her cell phone alarm.

My head is still a little dizzy; the hangover hasn't completely worn off.

She rubbed her temples, sat up, took a shower, changed into clean clothes, and then sat down at her computer to open Autohome.

-

With a budget of around 300,000, there are actually quite a few cars to choose from, especially some cost-effective electric cars!

Baima was engrossed in watching when her phone suddenly rang. The caller ID showed Huang Yue.

"Hello, Sister Huang Yue?"

"Pema, where are you? Would it be convenient for us to meet?"

Huang Yue's voice sounded more tense than usual.

"Convenient! Where are you? I'm coming to find you."

"Is it inconvenient for you to talk business there?"

Baima held her phone, her fingers tightening slightly, but in the end she couldn't bring herself to do it.

"Okay, Sister Huang Yue, I'll send you the address, come over."

After hanging up the phone, Baima sent Huang Yue the villa's address.

Now that things have come to this, it's time for me to be honest with Huang Yue.

Forty minutes later, the doorbell rang.

Huang Yue stood in the entryway, carrying some fruit in her hand, wearing the dress she had worn when she went to see her ex-boyfriend that day.

"Miss Baima's friend? Please come in and have a seat."

Sister Jiang took out brand-new cotton slippers from the shoe cabinet, unpacked them, and neatly placed them next to Huang Yue's feet.

"Thank you, thank you————"

Huang Yue thanked him reservedly, her gaze sweeping across the entire villa as she secretly swallowed.

Sister Jiang took the fruit from her and put it in the kitchen, then brought out a cup of hot tea.

"Sit down and have some tea first, Pema will be down in a minute."

"Okay, okay."

Huang Yue had just sat down when she suddenly heard footsteps coming from the stairs.

Baima quickly went downstairs and took Huang Yue's hand.

"Sister Huang Yue, let's go to my room and talk."

Upon entering the room, Baima arranged for Huang Yue to sit in the gaming chair and then took out some of her usual snacks.

Baima said earnestly, "Sister Huang Yue, there's something I need to tell you."

Huang Yue didn't speak, waiting for her to continue.

"First of all! I'm sorry, Sister Huang Yue, I didn't mean to lie to you."

Baima's attitude was extremely sincere: "As you can see, my family is doing alright. The reason I looked for work and did day jobs before wasn't because I was short of money. It was because my brother wanted to train me and we made a small bet."

"oh----"

Because she had anticipated this, Huang Yue wasn't too surprised.

"Sister Huang Yue, let's still be friends, okay?"

Baima's voice trembled slightly.

Huang Yue looked at her for two seconds, then burst out laughing.

"Of course, you saved my life too."

Bai Ma's nose tingled, and she almost couldn't hold back her tears.

She blinked hard, forcing back the tears welling up in her eyes. "Sister Huang Yue, did you come to see me for something else?"

Huang Yue's smile faded, and she took a deep breath: "Bai Ma, I want to ask you for a favor."

Baima sat up straight: "Go on."

"I—I've discussed it with Chongfeng, and we want to get married as soon as possible."

Baima nodded, waiting for her to continue.

"He worked alone in Changsha for several years and saved some money, but not much. As for me, you know I can't save any money at all."

Huang Yue's voice trailed off: "We were thinking that if we get married, we'll need a place to live. Renting isn't a long-term solution, so we want to buy a house right away, even if it's small, at least it'll be our own."

Baima understood and wasn't overly offended.

In her opinion, the two young people really need money to establish themselves in the city.

Although Huang Yue and Li Chongfeng are progressing a bit too quickly, they do have a past emotional foundation.

"How much more are you lacking?"

Huang Yue raised her head and met Bai Ma's gaze.

"Chongfeng can come up with over 100,000, I—"

After hesitating for a long time, Huang Yue finally said the number: "We are still about 500,000 short of our expected down payment plus wedding expenses."

Five hundred thousand.

It wasn't much for Baima; it was just her allowance from the past year.

But now—she just asked Ding Heng for 300,000 to buy a car, she can't just turn around and ask him for another 200,000.

Qu Zhen could give it to them, but they couldn't find a suitable reason for it in the short term.

After considering the situation in her mind, Baima honestly said, "Sister Huang Yue, I only have 300,000 yuan on hand right now."

"Three hundred thousand is fine too, just make up the down payment first."

"Don't rush, let me finish."

Baima interrupted her: "Take the 300,000 first, I'll think of a way to get the rest. I can't ask my brother for help anymore, but what about my mother—"

"That's enough, that's enough."

Huang Yue quickly waved her hand: "Three hundred thousand is more than enough, Baima, really."

Send me your card number.

Baima picked up her phone: "I'll transfer it to you in a bit."

Huang Yue remained silent for a long time before finally managing to utter only a "thank you."

Bai Ma smiled at her: "You're welcome. Sister Huang Yue, please stay for dinner. Sister Jiang's cooking is excellent."

97

Huang Yue shook her head and stood up.

"No, Chongfeng's parents are coming today, so I have to go back."

Baima didn't insist and saw her to the door.

Huang Yue changed her shoes and turned around to meet Bai Ma's gaze.

"Pema".

"Um?

'

"Shall we still be friends?"

Pema smiled.

"certainly!"

After seeing Huang Yue off, Baima returned to her room, picked up her phone, and transferred 300,000 yuan to Huang Yue's card.

A notification popped up indicating a successful transfer, and Baima put down her phone.

The Dongchedi website was still open, with pictures of cars displayed on the screen.

Baima took a deep breath and swiped the mouse to close the page.

Forget it.

Let's postpone buying a car.

Anyway, university lasts for several years, so there's no rush.

If all else fails, I'll wait until Mom's in a good mood and then try to win her over with some sweet talk.

It's just a car.

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