Quenching

“Sir, I’ve smelled it many times. If I keep smelling it, you’ll smell the gunpowder I’m wearing, which is even more wrong.”

"Tell me, where would be a good place for me to wait?"

"The gym, where you're covered in sweat, is the best."

"No, trying to cover it up will only make things worse. Let me think about it again."

"You're usually cooking in the kitchen at this time."

"Yes, yes, let's head straight to the kitchen when we get back and make shredded tofu."

Wanli Ruoyu nervously glanced at the road ahead, clenching her fists tightly.

******

"Mom, is my tofu not tasty?"

Wanli Fuguang gently put down the spoon and smiled as he looked at his mother's face.

"It's so soft and chewy, how did you make it?"

"I'll crush the tofu, knead it with glutinous rice, add some fine sugar, and stir it into a dough. I reckon you'll love it when I make it."

Dan Shuangling smiled, her fair arm linking with Wanli Fuguang's arm, and said proudly.

"Make some more, and I'll bring some for my friends to try."

Wanli Fuguang glanced at Wanli Ruoyu, putting on an act.

“I’ve already sent some over to your friends. You should also try the tofu my dad makes.”

"Thousand-Layer Tofu".

The soft, gentle voice of Dan Shuanglingze reached Wanli Ruoyu's ears. He watched eagerly as his wife's chopsticks fell to the ground, but to his surprise, his expression froze the next second.

"Your dad only ever makes one dish, shredded tofu, and I'm already sick of it."

"That's true, he never comes up with anything different."

"Mom, I'll take you out to play."

Wanli Fuguang helped his mother up and started walking. Wanli Ruoyu then stood up, and a force suddenly pressed down on his shoulder from behind.

Wanli Ruoyu turned around and looked up at the servant with a surprised expression. The servant shook his head and handed her a calcium tablet.

As the midnight bells rang, Wanli Ruoyu was still pacing in her bedroom on the third floor. Suddenly, Wanli Ruoyu turned to look at the servant and questioned him.

"Where are Wanli Fuguang and his wife going?"

"It's the young master's classmate's birthday party, so I'm attending."

Wanli Ruoyu's eyes sharpened, and she sprang up from her chair alertly.

Which student?

"A rising star in the fashion world, a future big name."

A layer of flames instantly erupted from Wanli Ruoyu's body. She hurriedly took a step forward, but just as she reached the door, she turned back angrily and started cursing at the servant.

Why didn't you tell me sooner?

"If it weren't already past midnight, I wouldn't have told you."

"Twelve o'clock?"

Wanli Ruoyu's brows furrowed deeply, she breathed heavily, and her voice trembled sharply.

What to do before midnight?

"Intimate social dance."

"Kiss...kiss...you..."

Wanli Ruoyu's face was ashen, her eyes flashing with a fierce light, as if her servants would be beheaded the next second.

The servant slowly stretched his neck and casually uttered a sentence.

"In normal social interactions, Madam doesn't overthink things like some people do."

Wanli Ruoyu's anger gradually rose, her face turned purplish-red, and she cursed uncontrollably.

"Madam, you're all being unreasonable. None of you have good intentions. Wanli Fuguang's male classmate, who was celebrating his birthday, practically confessed his feelings to Qian'er (Shanshuang Lingze) right in front of me. Why would Wanli Fuguang take Qian'er to ballroom dance with him?"

Wanli Ruoyu's servant nodded, his face serious.

"Since you're not here tonight, it's the perfect time to confess my feelings."

"He...he confessed his feelings, he...he...he dared to do it, just watch me..."

What can you do?

"me……"

After Wanli Ruoyu's servant knocked gently on the door and, without receiving a reply, quickly pushed the door open and whispered a reminder.

"Sir, sir, the lady and the young master's classmate are downstairs."

Wanli Ruoyu rushed to the elevator, pushed aside the servant next to the elevator, and pressed the button for the first floor repeatedly.

In the brightly lit hall, the male student held Shan Shuang's fair and delicate hand and gently blew on it with tenderness.

"If I had known your nails were so fragile, I shouldn't have used so much force."

Dan Shuangling smiled gently, her eyes clear and innocent, offering a nonchalant reassurance.

"It's okay, I get carried away when I jump up."

"You arrived home safely, and I have sweet dreams tonight."

"You have such a sweet tongue. Be careful on your way back."

As Shan Shuanglingze stood up, suddenly, with a whoosh, the pearls on her skirt inexplicably scattered all over the ground.

"Madam, please be careful. I'll take you to change your clothes."

The male student quickly stepped forward, and Shan Shuanglingze's body leaped into the air, landing steadily in his classmate's arms.

"You silly child, I'm fine."

"Don't rush home, take my mom to the massage parlor first! She just said her feet are a little sore. Could you give her a massage while you're at it?"

"No problem, I especially enjoy chatting with your wife."

Wanli Fuguang got up and slowly walked past Wanli Ruoyu, whose face looked unpleasant.

Wanli Ruoyu's rough voice was filled with intense anger.

Aren't you coming along?

"My classmate and my mom are just having a chat, why do I have to be there?"

After Wanli Fuguang finished speaking, he casually tossed away a pearl in his hand.

Wanli Ruoyu turned around and glared hatefully at the servant, who looked smug.

Wanli Ruoyu suppressed her anger, smiled, and politely knocked on the door of the massage room with a fruit platter and snacks in hand.

"Have some fruit and snacks."

"Uncle, you're so kind. But I don't eat grapes or lychees at night because they're too high in sugar."

As she lay half-reclined, Dan Shuanglingze withdrew her left foot and extended her right, agreeing.

I don't eat anything at night either.

"Auntie, no wonder you maintain such a good figure. I can't control my eating and have to rely on exercise. I don't even have many abs."

The male student took off his shirt, revealing his perfect physique.

Both of their bright eyes shone with excitement as they exclaimed in amazement.

"Wow! You have eight-pack abs, that's really amazing."

Dan Shuanglingze reached out to touch the alluring abs, but Wanli Ruoyu's servant watched coldly. Wanli Ruoyu was about to reach out to stop him, but halfway there she withdrew her hand and cleared her throat in a low voice.

"Auntie, I'm definitely not as fit as Uncle!"

Dan Shuanglingze glanced at Wanli Ruoyu beside her and waved her hand dismissively.

“Your uncle doesn’t have one, and my son only has two. Among the kids in our family, the one with the most abs is Feng Jianmu, but even he only has six.”

"Auntie, does Feng Jianmu have any on her arm?"

As the male student spoke, he moved closer to Dan Shuanglingze to show off his biceps.

Seeing the excitement in Dan Shuanglingze's eyes grow even stronger, her fair feet began to slap the massage bed incessantly, and her hands clapped in surprise. Seeing this, the male classmate showed off his muscles even more vigorously.

Wanli Ruoyu, who was standing to the side, tightly gripped the male classmate's jacket, and at the right moment, pressed her hand on the male classmate's strong shoulder, giving him a warm reminder.

"Child, it's cold at night, don't catch a cold."

"Uncle, I'm young and I'm not afraid of the cold."

Wanli Ruoyu insisted on pressing the clothes onto the male classmate's body, giving him earnest advice.

"You don't care when you're young, but health problems will come knocking when you get older."