Quenching

What are you keeping the money for? Are you planning to start a business?

"Leave me alone."

Sheng Shanxing snorted and pushed open the door to call his father.

"Dad, please ask her to assign me a good psychologist. I have a tricky problem here, and I hope she can find someone to help me."

******

In the bustling hospital, Wanli Fuguang glanced around and saw a nurse jogging by. He pulled out his IV drip, strode forward, and knocked on the door of Huang Qiaqia's original apartment building. A girl looked at Wanli Fuguang with surprise and raised her voice without any politeness.

"Who are you looking for? What do you need?"

"I am the homeowner; I have already purchased this house."

“I don’t know you. The older brother who rented the house to me told me to vacate the house in three days.”

"Three days later?"

"Correct."

The girl replied, and with a "bang," the door slammed shut.

Wanli Fuguang followed the wall and slowly squatted down on the ground. He wanted to rest for a while, lie down on the soft bed, and sleep for a bit.

"Wanli Fuguang, you're back. Come in and sit down."

The neighbor uncle dragged Wanli Fuguang back to his home. Wanli Fuguang sat on the comfortable sofa, and his bones, which had been confined for so long, seemed to be able to relax freely.

"Wanli Fuguang, you've ventured out on your own? Where's Huang Qiaqia? Why didn't she come back with you?"

“I’m afraid she’ll cause me trouble, so I plan to come back and tidy up first, and then move back in a few days.”

"Wanli Fuguang, you've lost a lot of weight. I'll make you some dumplings."

The middle-aged woman, who had just come out of the kitchen, turned around and went back into the kitchen. A moment later, she brought out a plate of hot dumplings.

Wanli Fuguang didn't stand on ceremony, nodded his thanks, picked up his bowl and chopsticks.

"Wanli Fuguang, please sit for a while, we're going out for a bit!"

The older man pushed away the older woman who was about to clear the dishes.

As soon as the uncle and auntie pushed open the door and left, Wanli Fuguang slumped to the side, fell onto the sofa, and closed his eyes.

The older woman in the hallway nudged the older man.

"I still prefer Huang Qiaqia and Wanli Fuguang living here?"

“I also like that they live here. The girl who rents the house looks capable and efficient, and she walks with a confident stride.”

"She walked with a gust of wind, and it was a bit cold."

"Let's go back!"

The uncle opened the door quietly, and the aunt quietly brought a blanket and covered Wanli Fuguang with it.

The sunlight gently patted my face. Wanli Fuguang stretched comfortably. The bed made of chairs from the rice noodle shop was nowhere near as comfortable as a soft sofa.

As soon as Wanli Fuguang lifted the blanket and got up, a glass of warm milk was handed to him.

"Auntie, up so early?"

"It's ten o'clock."

"Oh."

The man was all ready to go, and he grabbed his car keys.

"Wanli Fuguang, I'm going for a drive, would you like a ride?"

"it is good."

Wanli Fuguang finished the sandwich on his plate and got up.

"Stop here, sir, could you please give me a ride?"

Wanli Fuguang closed the car door, walked into the clinic, and went to the cashier. He opened his phone, saw the balance, hesitated for a moment, and then gave his seat to the next person.

Wanli Fuguang breathed a sigh of relief and took a step forward. The air was nice and quite fresh.

"Beep, beep."

A gentle flute melody calls to Wanli Fuguang, who turns his head to look.

"Uncle, what are you doing here?"

"Physical discomfort?"

"It's nothing serious, I was just a bit tired recently."

“Come on, Uncle has money. If your health collapses, everything will be for nothing. What will you have left to withstand Huang Qiaqia’s outrageous behavior?”

With a forceful push, the uncle pressed Wanli Fuguang down onto a chair in the infusion room.

"Uncle, you said you were going out for a stroll, but you actually wanted to drive me home, didn't you?"

"Heh, so you didn't just make me stop right in front of the clinic and deliberately walked a bit further to get an IV drip. What's wrong, out of money? Uncle, do you have any? Here's ten thousand yuan for you."

Wanli Fuguang bit her lip, lowered her head, and her eyes were slightly red.

"Why are you so kind to me? I..."

"Two years ago, I had a bit of back pain, but I didn't pay any attention to it. Once, I was playing chess with Huang Qiaqia's father, and we started chatting while I was rubbing my back. He insisted on dragging me to the hospital. At the time, I thought he was being unreasonable and overstepping his bounds. But later, my whole family went to thank him. You know what? I'm so glad I got treatment early, otherwise I wouldn't be able to stay with the old lady until today. So, don't be polite with me, take the money, and pay me back when you have the money."

Wanli Fuguang lowered his head, looking embarrassed, and declined.

"Uncle, I have money, but I don't want to touch it. I'm planning to buy a gift for my mother."

"You used the money meant for your mother's medical treatment to buy her a gift?"

Wanli Fuguang sniffed, raised his eyebrows slightly, and smiled.

“Some nutritional supplements are fine. But since I opened a rice noodle shop, my mother is worried that I'm not eating well, not living well, and not having enough money. I'm afraid she'll worry, so I'm saving the money to buy her gifts.”

"Your mother?"

Wanli Fuguang raised an eyebrow and smiled brightly.

“My mother is like a child, she will never grow up. My family is used to keeping things from her and spoiling her. Not only can she not know that I am sick, but we also have to coax her. My money is saved to buy her a gift on Valentine’s Day.”

"Your father must have been very good to your mother."

Wanli Fuguang's smile vanished, and he suddenly uttered a nonsensical remark.

"My mother has always thought so."

"You can tell your father about your situation secretly."

"He doesn't know."

Wanli Fuguang's face turned cold as he looked up at the IV drip bottle. Too slow.

Wanli Ruoyu shook the newspaper and gave instructions to the servants behind her.

"Let's add some more foot traffic to the uncle's daughter's shop."

The servant reluctantly squeezed out the calcium tablets, put them in a plastic box lid, and shoved it into Wanli Ruoyu's hand, complaining.

"Who goes to wedding planning shops every day for no reason?"

"Get married, get divorced, get married again, get divorced again, get married again. Just playing around!"

"Don't bother, just give the money to the uncle directly."

"If they offered him money directly, would he accept it given his personality? He would definitely refuse desperately, and might even tell Wanli Fuguang."

"Since you care about the eldest young master, why do you allow the second young master's people to cause trouble at the eldest young master's rice noodle shop?"

"It's a good thing that Xing Songfeng is causing trouble; it helps Wanli Fuguang develop his problem-solving skills. Giving money through the uncle's daughter is another way of showing my concern; you wouldn't understand."

"You know everything, you know everything, the eldest young master hates you the most."

The servant snatched the plastic box lid from Wanli Ruoyu's hand. Wanli Ruoyu pouted, her whole body filled with dissatisfaction.

"Why are you still using plastic? Microplastics can invade everywhere—in the blood, intestines, brain, and even the placenta."

The servant looked disdainful and mocking.

"What? Are you giving birth?"

"I……"

The servant gave a soft snort, turned and went out to check if the meal was ready.

Wanli Ruoyu shook the newspaper, a thought flashed through her mind, and shouted loudly.

"Wait, something's not right. Nobody in our family has used plastic for decades. You...you deliberately found a plastic bottle to put my calcium tablets in. You...I've gone too far with Wanli Fuguang, haven't I..."

******

Jin Xixing walked up to the servant at the door of Wanli Fuguang's room and asked in a cold voice.

"Has the young master had any expenses lately?"