Quenching

"Sheng Shanxing, what kind of medicinal herbs do you need? Tell the people here to dig them up, and we'll send them to you."

Sheng Shanxing waved to Wu Haofeng as he walked away.

Xing Songfeng fell face-first into the mud, spat out the mud from his mouth, got up, and complained angrily to Wu Haofeng.

Why do you keep posting about Sheng Shanxing?

"If we get along well with Sheng Shanxing now, we can ask him for help if we encounter difficulties in the future. He's a good person and will definitely share everything he knows with us."

"I never planned to grow medicinal herbs!"

"You're going to lease the mountain not to grow medicinal herbs, but to grow flowers?"

"If Kong Yanfei likes it, I'll raise it. What's wrong with that? I'll make whatever she likes."

"She prefers you to stay as far away from her as possible, why don't you do that?"

"I don't like hearing what you said, I..."

The air seemed to freeze for two seconds, and the next instant, a sharp pain shot through Xing Songfeng's buttocks.

“I told you that based on the length of sunlight, you should go to the left, but you insisted on going to the right.”

"If you insist on talking about left and right instead of east, west, south, and north, of course I won't believe you."

Wu Haofeng pointed at a bodyguard girl and retorted angrily to Xing Songfeng.

“I was discussing it with Lili at the time. She couldn’t tell east from west, so I could only tell her left from right. Who knew that you would give such bad directions? Just then, the dark clouds blocked the sun, so I believed you and followed you. As a result, the hot air balloon was right here, and we wandered around aimlessly all morning.”

"All you do all day is talk and talk. You're just a lousy professor, all you do is talk and talk. You don't do anything productive."

"What important business am I going to do? I'll go and snatch Sheng Shanxing's wife for you."

“You would have snatched someone else’s wife away long ago. Why would I be so hung up on her and lose sleep over her? You just take extra care of Sheng Shanxing. Now that my cousin doesn’t care about me, you’re ignoring me too.”

Seeing Sheng Shanxing and the others walk away, Wu Haofeng widened his eyes, raised his voice, and started cursing.

"Xing Songfeng, what haven't I taken care of for you? Haven't I been kind enough to you?"

"No matter how good you are to me, it's not as good as how you treat Sheng Shanxing."

"I……"

Wu Haofeng lifted his foot, and Xing Songfeng subconsciously took a step back, a look of surprise flashing across his eyes. Huh? Wu Haofeng didn't intend to kick me; he was going to walk by himself. Hmph, even better, I'll ride in a hot air balloon.

Xing Songfeng waved his hand, and the bodyguards began to connect the blower and the hot air balloon. Wu Haofeng headed north in high spirits. He was nice to Sheng Shanxing because he liked Sheng Shanxing very much and wanted to treat him well as his future brother-in-law in the Wanli family.

Although everyone praised Wu Haofeng for being sensible and clever from childhood, he himself was well aware that he was different from people like Jin Xixing.

However, during Xing Songfeng's tenure as heir, all he had was a plastic repurchase contract. He and his team spent a week researching the materials, but the result was still a mess. Jin Xixing, on the other hand, drafted the contract effortlessly in less than two hours and also effortlessly reduced the price by 10%. This invisible slap made Wu Haofeng feel a burning pain on his face.

Wu Haofeng could only vent his resentment on Xing Songfeng.

Wu Haofeng lowered his head, stared at the compass, and let out a long sigh. Jin Xixing, who appeared to be honest and kind, had always concealed his intelligence, displaying his skills both ancient and modern without leaving a trace.

The bodyguard ran over breathlessly, grabbed Wu Haofeng, and shook his arm tremblingly.

"Mr. Wu Haofeng, Mr. Wu Haofeng..."

Wu Haofeng turned around abruptly and saw that the hot air balloon basket was on fire. Wu Haofeng immediately took out his phone, but damn it, he had forgotten that there was no signal in the deep mountains.

Xing Songfeng, his face covered in soot, beat the raging fire against the wind while shouting loudly at the bodyguards around him.

"To put out the fire in the south, Kong Yanfei headed south."

Seeing the flames leaping higher and higher, and the fire extinguisher proving utterly ineffective, Wu Haofeng gritted his teeth and whispered an order to his bodyguards.

"Drag the second young master and run!"

"Let me go! Kong Yanfei is still in the south! Kong Yanfei is here! Kong Yanfei, Yanfei..."

The sound of the wind in the pine trees grew fainter and fainter. Wu Haofeng hurriedly wiped the sweat from his brow, staring intently at the compass in his hand, not daring to waste a single second.

Large beads of sweat rolled down Wu Haofeng's face. He glanced at his phone again; there was a signal. He immediately pressed the call button, his hands trembling.

"Young...Young Master, Sheng Shanxing and Kong Yanfei led a group of people to gather herbs in the mountains. We...we set Sheng Shanxing's mountain on fire. It's been...more than ten minutes now. We...our..."

In his panic, Wu Haofeng didn't even notice that the call had ended, but the distressing, hoarse voice came through again.

"Kong Yanfei, Kong Yanfei, Kong Yanfei, where are you?"

Wu Haofeng was too preoccupied to even lift his foot, constantly hoping for a reliable figure to appear.

How long have the fire trucks been inside?

"After more than twenty minutes, I still couldn't detect anyone's voice on the walkie-talkie. Young Master, Sheng Shanxing and his group numbered about twenty-odd. Earlier, several elderly professors, along with five or six graduate students, also went into the mountains to collect herbs. Add to that the families of the tree-planting patients who came down the mountain to pay for their medical services, and there are at least a thousand people. Young... Young Master... that beast Xing Songfeng, he..."

Wu Haofeng trembled slightly, almost sobbing, as he tightly gripped Wanli Fuguang's sleeve.

Wanli Fuguang took a deep breath and dialed the phone.

Who can send a plane the fastest?

"We've always purchased all the luxury goods from Xiaojunjun's family at market prices. If..."

"Never mind that, just call me, quick."

The servant at Wanli Fuguang's door made a phone call, looked out the window at the wildly swaying leaves, and took a deep breath. Even if the firefighting planes at home arrived in time, it was already too late...

Wanli Fuguang glanced at the time, his brows furrowing, and lowered his voice to make the call.

"More than 30 minutes have passed, and your firefighting aircraft is still stuck at home and won't come out."

"Ten times the market price."

Five times.

Little Junjun stood outside her own front door, smiling as she watched the fire in the distance shoot up into the sky.

"Young Master, is it your family that started this relationship between you and Sheng Shanxing, since you two are so close?"

Wanli Fuguang angrily hung up the phone at Xiaojunjun's house, and his own phone rang again.

"Young Master, it's too late to get to Junjun's house. It will take at least several days and nights to extinguish the raging fire. You should leave quickly too, as the wind direction is about to change and your location..."

Wu Haofeng broke out in a cold sweat. He grabbed Xing Songfeng, who was crying uncontrollably on the ground, and pushed him forward, wishing he could burn him to ashes with him.

With red-rimmed eyes, Wanli Fuguang stared at the raging fire, listened to the crackling of tree branches, and watched Xing Songfeng wailing. A sense of helplessness welled up in his heart.

As he listened to the increasingly crisp crackling of the branches, Xing Songfeng's eyes gradually became empty and lifeless.

Wanli Fuguang steeled his resolve and gave Wu Haofeng a helpless look.

Just as Wu Haofeng was about to give instructions to the bodyguards beside him, a series of booming sounds came from above.