Quenching

Wanli Ruoyu pushed open the door and came in. The servant took her coat and whispered a reminder.

“Sir, you were in the restroom for too long with the newspaper. Your wife asked me, and I answered truthfully.”

"Does Wanli Fuguang know that I was reading the newspaper in the bathroom tonight?"

"It was too noisy downstairs just now, so I told them to keep it down and also told the young master to prepare a blueberry cake for the madam tomorrow morning."

"Does Sheng Shanxing know I'll be in the bathroom tonight?"

“Those who are with you know that you were just reading the newspaper in the bathroom tonight and didn’t encounter anyone from the Sheng family.”

Where is Wu Haofeng?

"They said they were discussing business, but they're still on the plane."

"Hehe, you run pretty fast, huh? What did you say to Xing Songfeng?"

The servant apologized slightly, kept his mouth shut, held up his coat with both hands, and slowly made way.

"Hey!"

Wanli Ruoyu sighed heavily, grabbed her coat, and strode toward the study next door.

Dew dampened Jin Xixing's clothes. Jin Xixing stared at the cross-sea bridge that Huang Qiaqia's great-grandfather had helped design, and reached out his hand.

Her servant handed her a phone, and it rang.

"The young master has fallen in love with a girl named Huang Qiaqia."

"Ah."

"I want to ask you for help to find out about Huang Qiaqia's family situation."

"Bai Shi greets Xiao Junjun."

"Excuse me."

Jin Xixing waited until the other party hung up before hanging up himself, then turned to his servant and said...

"Uncle Baishi burned down Xiaojunjun's house, so we should also pin the blame for killing Xiaojunjun's son on Uncle Baishi."

******

Sheng Shanxing pushed open the door to return home, picked up his daughter and rubbed her sweet, milky face against her cheeks, then asked Kong Yanfei with concern.

How was your first day back at work?

Kong Yanfei put down the bell in her hand, frowned, and complained to him.

"I spent most of the day happily picking out clothes and three hours doing my makeup, only to find out that the investor I met was a friend of Xing Songfeng. What bad luck!"

As soon as Kong Yanfei finished speaking, Sheng Shanxing put down his daughter, his face instantly turned cold, he breathed heavily, pushed open the door and strode away.

Sheng Shanxing's mother calmly walked over and patted Kong Yanfei on the shoulder to comfort her.

"Your body hasn't fully recovered yet, don't be angry, come and eat first."

"Mom, I can't swallow this. Isn't Xing Songfeng annoying? He keeps shoving disgusting things into my mouth. I want to see if I can find any other sugar daddies besides Xing Songfeng's cronies."

"I can go back to work after I give birth to my second child."

"Mom, I haven't shown up for a long time, and many investors think I'm not looking for work. No, I have to go back to the studio."

"Okay, okay. Auntie also made some crucian carp soup. Have some soup first, then go to work."

Sheng Shanxing's mother took Kong Yanfei's hand and led her to the kitchen.

In the quiet consultation room, Sheng Shanxing asked his father again.

"Dad, who exactly has been investing in our family all this time?"

"Don't ask."

“Dad, I could have ignored it all before, but as you can see, we didn’t want to accept the medicine and gold bars from the Wanli family. They stopped our bodyguards and forced the medicine and gold bars to be delivered to our home.”

"Isn't Wanli Fuguang your friend? You don't trust him."

"He doesn't agree with Xing Songfeng's actions, but he can't stop Xing Songfeng's reckless behavior at all. He can only punish him slightly afterward out of consideration for family ties. Dad, is it really that we can't do anything about something that can be predicted? Do you really want another tragedy to happen in our family?"

"What are you talking about?"

"I don't want anyone around me to get hurt anymore."

"Let Kong Yanfei stay home and give birth to our second child first, then we can talk about work later."

"If Xing Songfeng really wants to make a move, does he care where he is? Dad, Kong Yanfei is my wife. Xing Songfeng is trying every means to get close to her, and I can only watch helplessly. Am I supposed to just give her up in the end?"

Sheng Shanxing's father frowned, unwilling to look directly into his son's eyes, which were fixed on him.

"Dad, Xing Songfeng has bullied our family like this. Are we just going to keep putting up with it? Dad, do you want me to be separated from my wife and children?"

Sheng Shanxing's father let out a long sigh.

Sheng Shanxing took the phone, turned around, and strode away without looking back.

*******

Wanli Fuguang called Huang Qiaqia again.

“I called you half an hour ago, and you said you were at the entrance of the community.”

"Yes, I originally planned to come back with Sister Lin from upstairs. The roast duck she was holding smelled so good, and the duck meat tasted even better. Now we're queuing up in front of the newly opened roast duck restaurant."

Wanli Fuguang stared at the table full of food in front of him, his mouth opening and then closing again.

"Clatter, clatter." The robot sheep completed its task and quietly retreated back into the room.

When Wanli Fuguang looked up and saw Sheng Shanxing's gloomy face, he had a bad feeling.

"Ding-dong." The elevator rang, and a chill seemed to creep into the air. Sheng Shanxing looked towards the door. His refined and elegant features were both smiling and not smiling. His captivating eyes were free from any vulgarity. His perfectly shaped jawline was mesmerizing, making one's mouth water. His fair skin, like a piece of fine jade, was like a piece of precious jade that had been carefully polished. His long, thick hair, like seaweed, was held back by a bamboo-shaped hairpin.

Sheng Shanxing slowly withdrew his gaze, secretly admiring: Absolutely stunning.

Sheng Shanxing closed the door and respectfully made way for the stunningly beautiful woman in the wheelchair. Turning around, he saw Wanli Fuguang staring at his newfound helper with a look of surprise.

After a long pause, Wanli Fuguang's surprised gaze turned into deep disgust. He was about to speak when the beauty asked first.

"Are you Huang Qiaqia's boyfriend?"

Sheng Shanxing turned slightly to the side and stood behind the beauty's wheelchair.

"That's right, they live together now."

“My name is Madam Jin Qiu, and I’m here to support Sheng Shanxing. How did you offend him?”

Wanli Fuguang's face gradually turned pale. He anxiously stepped forward, braced his hands on the dining table, and shouted his defense.

"It wasn't me, it was Xing Songfeng. He was the one who insisted on taking Sheng Shanxing's wife. It wasn't me, it wasn't him."

Madam Jinqiu snorted coldly, threw out a CD, and said impatiently.

"Who cares whose wife? If the price doesn't double, I'll take Huang Qiaqia with me."

"You can't take Huang Qiaqia away, you..."

Fine beads of sweat climbed onto Wanli Fuguang's forehead, his trembling heart felt as if it were being violently gripped. He desperately went around the dining table, trying to grab the wheelchair, but the next second, Madam Jinqiu swept a cold glance over him. Wanli Fuguang froze, his face gradually turning pale, his lips trembling as he opened and closed them several times, but in the end, he couldn't utter a single word.

As he closed the door, Sheng Shanxing's fingers trembled slightly as he pressed the elevator button.

Lady Jinqiu's cold voice drifted into Sheng Shanxing's ears.

"Regret it?"