Quenching

"Wait a minute, you need to be reasonable and have evidence when you do things. Besides, you will likely have many opportunities to meet and discuss things with your senior brother in the future. Make it clear to him that you don't want to go to his lab because you can get more preferential treatment if you go to Wu Haofeng's company."

“I don’t want to lie down now. Their engineers are busy and rigid. I don’t want to obediently follow orders. I studied electronic engineering and information technology just for fun. If I want to make money, I might as well go home and inherit my mother’s textile factory.”

“Since you want to take over the textile factory, I’ll have Wu Haofeng invite someone to our home to teach you on Monday night.”

"Let's talk about it later! I'll be back next Wednesday?"

"Next week? You...how many classes did you skip, you..."

"It's okay, I've heard it all, and I know the content!"

"Didn't you say you missed me terribly? That you couldn't stand not seeing me for even a second? Now that I have time, why are you going out to play?"

"I'm fully charged by you, and now I miss my desert terribly."

"I……"

"Goodbye."

With a click, the phone was abruptly disconnected.

Wanli Fuguang gripped his phone tightly, his eyes filled with resentment. Despite his efforts to bring Huang Qiaqia back, Sheng Shanxing still managed to get Kong Yanfei to take Huang Qiaqia away. However, it was for the best. Many things, even if Huang Qiaqia found out later, would remain vague. Moreover, there was no news coverage whatsoever, and it seemed that Sheng Shanxing was intentionally keeping it from Huang Qiaqia.

Before Wanli Fuguang could even take a step, the phone rang again.

"Sheng Shanxing's father came home half an hour later."

Wanli Ruoyu put down the phone, glared angrily at Xing Songfeng, and reprimanded him sternly.

"You stay right here and behave yourself. If you cause any more trouble, I'll break your legs."

Wu Haofeng glared fiercely at Xing Songfeng, then followed Wanli Ruoyu's steps.

Xing Songfeng tugged at Wu Haofeng's sleeve and asked timidly.

Why did you go out too? Why aren't you with me?

Wu Haofeng pushed Xing Songfeng towards the study door with a stern voice.

“Go down and tell Sheng Shanxing’s father that you not only plan to burn all their herbs, doctors, and patients’ families, but also to burn his own son to death.”

"You're talking nonsense. I had no such plan. I just wanted to take Kong Yanfei to ride in a hot air balloon."

Tell him you don't have that plan.

"I can't explain it to you, you go, you go!"

Xing Songfeng hurriedly pushed Wu Haofeng away, locked the door to Wanli Ruoyu's study from the inside, and when he caught a glimpse of Wanli Ruoyu's servant, he quickly ran over.

The servant glanced at Xing Songfeng behind him and teased him.

"Second Young Master, those models have all had children."

"I don't mind at all, we are truly in love."

"You're just pretending to love; that couple is truly in love."

Xing Songfeng let out a long sigh, collapsed onto the sofa, a smile on his face, and slowly...

"Uncle, the first time I saw Kong Yanfei, she..."

The servant filled the teapot, handed over the teacup, and thought to himself, "Drinking tea won't shut you up."

In the reception room, Wanli Fuguang pushed the teacup towards Sheng Shanxing's father again, looking apologetic.

"We hope that you and Sheng Shanxing can forgive us for the accident that no one wanted to happen and the harm it caused you. Just look at how much you have lost, and we will compensate you a thousand times over."

"I'm not here today to claim damages. I want to know what Xing Songfeng still intends to do to my daughter-in-law? He's repeatedly sabotaged my son and daughter-in-law's relationship. Doesn't your family care about this?"

Wanli Ruoyu smiled and gestured to the servants around her to bring out precious medicinal herbs and boxes of gold bars, offering a sincere apology.

“Wanli Fuguang has been too busy lately and has neglected to discipline Xing Songfeng, this naughty child. When I heard about this result, I was shocked and gave Wanli Fuguang a severe scolding.”

"So you intend to continue to indulge Xing Songfeng, letting him run rampant and act recklessly."

Wanli Ruoyu hurriedly waved her hand, repeatedly denying it.

"Of course not. You can make Wanli Fuguang guarantee it, or teach Wanli Fuguang a lesson directly, I won't stop you at all."

Looking at Wanli Fuguang, who looked exhausted and whose eyes were full of apology, Sheng Shanxing's father felt a little sorry for him.

"How do you usually discipline your cousin?"

Wanli Fuguang was panting heavily, feeling a tightness in his chest.

"Um...yes. I'm sorry, Uncle, I didn't take good care of him, it's my fault."

Sheng Shanxing's father had met Wanli Fuguang a few times and heard some things about Wanli Fuguang from Sheng Shanxing and Huang Qiaqia's father, so he knew that Wanli Fuguang was not as reckless as Xing Songfeng.

"What are you planning to do?"

"As compensation, I intend to..."

"I don't want money. I'm asking about Xing Songfeng's harassment of Kong Yanfei. What do you plan to do about it?"

Wanli Fuguang looked up, clenched his fist slightly, and his eyes were filled with determination.

“Uncle, if Xing Songfeng dares to misbehave again, I will personally deliver him to you. You can deal with him as you see fit, and the Wanli family will not interfere.”

"It's a word."

Sheng Shanxing's father pushed aside the gold bars and medicinal herbs and strode towards the door.

With a single glance from Wanli Ruoyu, Wu Haofeng immediately rushed forward, pushed aside the servants at the door, opened the door for Sheng Shanxing's father, and carefully gave him instructions.

"Uncle, please watch your step."

Sheng Shanxing's father nodded slightly to Wu Haofeng and got into the car without looking back.

Seeing the large truck carrying medicine and gold bars following closely behind Sheng Shanxing's father's Chevrolet, Wu Haofeng turned around and sped towards the helipad at home.

Wanli Ruoyu slowly got up, glanced at Wanli Fuguang, and casually tossed out a remark.

"If Xing Songfeng causes trouble again, are you really going to send it over?"

Wanli Fuguang stared wide-eyed at Wanli Ruoyu's unhurried pace and spoke without any mercy.

"What a gift."

"He's heartless and has no brotherly affection whatsoever."

"I...I'll take it."

"You're so righteous, even turning your own family away. Would your mother agree to that? She wouldn't have severed ties with you. If you can't even handle family matters, how can you handle the affairs of the clan? Heir? Humph."

Wanli Ruoyu turned her head slightly, regretting that her servant was not there and could not see Wanli Fuguang's embarrassment at being humiliated, nor could she see her own triumphant appearance.

Wanli Fuguang gritted his teeth, unable to contain his anger any longer. He flung his hand, ripped off the apron of the rice noodle shop, threw it aside, and roared at the servant.

"Tell everyone around Xing Songfeng to get over here."

On the soft bed in the bedroom on the third floor, the single-shuang Lingze, with her eyes closed, turned over and reached out a hand. She noticed that it was still a bit cold beside her. Reluctant to open her eyes, she lazily raised her hand and lightly touched the call area on the side of the bed with her slender fingertips.

"The gentleman took the newspaper to the bathroom and has been urged several times, but he still hasn't come out."

"cake."

The servant outside, hearing the even breathing, hung up the pager, turned around, picked up the phone, and relayed the message to the kitchen downstairs.

"Tomorrow morning, my wife doesn't want to eat steamed pork with rice flour. She wants to eat the matcha cake that you made, sir."