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

At six o'clock in the morning, Wenjing woke up in Ding Heng's guest room.

The first rays of morning light shone through the gaps in the curtains, and the air was filled with a faint smell of dust and old furniture.

The bed was hard, and the bedding was made of plain cotton, making it far less comfortable than the king-size bed in a hotel executive suite.

But strangely, she slept exceptionally soundly.

The first thing Wenjing did upon opening her eyes was to reach for her phone on the pillow, ready to send Ding Heng a "good morning" message and a selfie, as she always did.

Suddenly, she stopped moving.

Oh, right, she's living in Ding Heng's house now, just across the wall.

It seems... there's no need to use a mobile phone.

Wenjing blinked, tiptoed out of bed, quickly washed up, and went to Ding Heng's bedroom door, gently knocking on the door.

Good morning, Ding Heng.

A rustling sound of fabric rubbing came from inside. Ding Heng was not fully awake yet, and his voice was still nasal.

"Yes, good morning."

What would you like to eat for breakfast?

"casual."

The person inside seemed to have turned over, their voice muffled by the pillow.

"good……"

Wenjing responded and turned to walk towards the kitchen.

Half an hour later, Ding Heng walked out of the bedroom with a yawn. The table in the living room was already set with bowls and chopsticks.

In the kitchen, Wenjing, wearing a light blue apron, was intently stirring the noodles in the pot with chopsticks, her profile bathed in a soft golden light from the morning sun.

Hearing footsteps, Wenjing turned around, looking slightly shy: "You're awake? Breakfast will be ready soon."

Ding Heng smiled and said, "Thank you for your hard work."

Wenjing shook her head, turned off the heat, neatly scooped the noodles into two bowls, and then poured the prepared soup base and toppings over them.

"It's alright, it's just cooking a meal... You should try it, I added a little extra chili to suit your taste."

Two bowls of noodles were served. The soup was clear, with red oil and bright green scallions floating on the surface. A crispy fried egg lay on top of the noodles, and a few pieces of green vegetables were garnished on the side.

Ding Heng pulled out a chair, sat down, picked up a chopstick, and put it in his mouth.

"How is it?"

Wenjing sat opposite Ding Heng, her hands on her knees, staring at him intently with a tense expression.

"Delicious, it looks, smells, and tastes amazing."

Ding Heng spoke the truth.

The noodles were cooked to perfection, the broth was flavorful, and the spiciness was just right to whet the appetite.

Wenjing breathed a sigh of relief, lowered her head and began to eat her own bowl, and for a moment the only sound on the table was the soft slurping.

"I'll take you to work later."

Ding Heng finished the last bite and put down his chopsticks.

"Um."

Wenjing nodded, then thought for a moment and asked, "Do you need me to prepare lunch for you in advance? It won't take long."

"No need, I'll just grab something simple for lunch."

"Oh... I'll go to the supermarket after I get off work tonight and buy some groceries."

I'll go with you.

"it is good."

The conversation between the two was simple, natural, and fluent, and Wenjing's heart was filled with a warm joy.

Yesterday, Ding Heng asked her to move from the hotel to his home, and she guessed that this would be the case.

Living under the same roof, they would eat together and go grocery shopping together, just like a couple living together.

This feeling... isn't bad.

It even made her a little greedy.

After breakfast, the two drove to McDonald's.

As Wenjing was unbuckling her seatbelt, Ding Heng suddenly spoke.

"etc."

"Um?"

Wenjing paused, looking at him with a puzzled expression.

"Put your face here."

Ding Heng beckoned to her with his finger.

Wenjing pouted cutely, a helpless expression of "why not again" on her face, thinking that Ding Heng was going to pinch her cheeks as usual.

However, she obediently leaned her upper body slightly forward, brought her face close to Ding Heng's, and quietly closed her eyes to wait.

The expected kneading did not happen; Ding Heng gently brushed the girl's lips with his fingertips.

Wenjing opened her eyes and looked at Ding Heng blankly.

"chopped green onion."

Ding Heng showed her the tiny green dot on his fingertip, his tone flat.

"what……"

Wenjing was startled and hurriedly rubbed her mouth with the back of her hand.

"When was it stuck on? I didn't notice..."

"It's there when we eat."

Ding Heng withdrew his hand and took out a tissue to wipe it away.

Wenjing blushed slightly, her ears turning slightly red: "Then, why didn't you remind me...?"

Ding Heng's lips curved into a smile: "Why did you remind me? It's quite cute."

"I hate it!"

Wenjing glared at Ding Heng angrily, then quickly opened the car door and ran into McDonald's without looking back.

Ding Heng started the car and drove away. In his mind, the system interface quietly appeared:

[The Record of Redemption: Wenjing]

[Current Status: The Corrupted Nun]

Purification level: 86%

It's 86%.

With less than two weeks until school starts, I need to hurry up and finish all the practice questions.

This is also the main reason why Ding Heng deliberately "tricked" Wen Jing into coming home to live.

Spending time together day and night always provides more opportunities.

Of course, having the "nanny" take care of three meals a day can also help improve the stomach after being overwhelmed by the rich and heavy meals at the hotel, which is a reasonable use of resources.

Not long after Ding Heng got home, his phone beeped with a text message notification.

A large package is about to arrive; it was sent back by my father, Ding Wenjie, via express air freight from Tibet.

Ding Heng went downstairs and waited for a while. The delivery truck slowly stopped at the entrance of the building, and the deliveryman got out and handed over the delivery slip.

"Ding Heng, right? Are you alone?"

"right."

Ding Heng took the delivery slip and signed it.

"That box is quite heavy."

The deliveryman pointed to the back of the truck: "Do you want to call two more people to help?"

Ding Heng turned to look and saw a huge wooden box lying in the carriage, secured with reinforcing straps; it certainly looked quite heavy.

"It's okay, I'll try."

Ding Heng handed back the signed form and walked to the side of the carriage.

Before the deliveryman could offer any further advice, Ding Heng bent over, slipped his hands under the reinforcing straps, and used his core strength—

"Hey!"

He steadily lifted the wooden box, which weighed over 200 pounds, and placed it on the ground with a dull thud.

The deliveryman's eyes widened, and he opened his mouth, but it took him a long time to finally utter a sentence.

"Young man, you've trained before!?"

"good."

Ding Heng adjusted his posture, picked up the wooden box again, and walked steadily toward the unit door.

The deliveryman stood there, stunned, muttering to himself.

"Are students these days really that strong?"

Ding Heng carried the box home and opened it.

The wooden crate was inside a foam box, which was packed full of items. On top of it were several vacuum-packed saffron packets, carefully wrapped in shock-absorbing foam.

Next to it were several bottles of highland barley wine, with exquisite and elegant packaging, half in Chinese cursive script and half in Tibetan fancy script.

In addition, there are other miscellaneous Tibetan ethnic products...

But the bulk of the meal consisted of over 100 kilograms of shiitake beef, which was refrigerated and sealed, wrapped in thick plastic wrap and ice packs.

Ding Wenjie had indeed mentioned in advance that he would send some yam beef back, but Ding Heng never expected it to be this much.

He quickly went online to check the price, and even at the most common market price, Tibetan beef would cost at least sixty yuan per kilogram.

This meat weighs over 100 jin (50 kg), so it must be worth at least 6,000 yuan. Moreover, judging from the color and texture of the meat, the quality is quite good; it's definitely not cheap.

Add in the costs of inter-provincial express air freight and refrigeration, and it's probably over ten thousand yuan.

And then there's this expensive-looking barley wine and saffron...

Ding Heng touched his chin, raising his eyebrows slightly.

Dad struck it rich!?

His family's financial situation wasn't good enough to afford to spend tens of thousands of yuan to buy beef and have it flown back by air.

Besides, I'm going to university soon, wouldn't it be a waste to leave this excellent fresh beef at home?

Ding Heng took out his phone and sent a message to his father.

[Ding Heng]: Dad, what should we do with the meat?

Less than two minutes after the message was sent, Ding Wenjie called directly.

"Take some for your grandparents, and share the rest. Give some to Teacher Li and Uncle Zhou's family as well, don't be stingy."

"Okay, Dad, is there anything else you want to ask?"

"What's up?"

"Am I going to become a rich kid?"

"You brat!"

Ding Wenjie laughed and cursed, with the sound of whistling wind in the background, as if they were on a grassland.

"Do you have enough money? If not, just say so, don't beat around the bush."

"Enough, enough. I'm just curious. You said you went to film Tibetan antelopes giving birth, that's been more than two months, right? Could it be that Tibetan antelopes are having difficult births this year?"

"And you bought so much stuff, it must have cost a lot of money..."

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone.

"There's a lot going on here, I'll go back when it's all done."

Ding Wenjie's tone sounded normal, but he spoke much faster than usual.

"I'm hanging up, the signal is bad here."

"Beep—beep—"

The call was abruptly ended.

Ding Heng held his phone, lost in thought.

Not right.

Something's very wrong!

The old man seems to be experiencing some stress...