Quenching

Wanli Fuguang gently stroked the woodpecker beside him, reminding it in a coaxing tone.

"It's windy tonight, go home early."

The light shone on the milky white dining table, and Wanli Fuguang sat between his parents.

Wanli Fuguang pulled up his chair and moved closer to his mother.

"Mom, the duck meat is very tender. The chef said it wasn't steamed for long. You should try it."

Wanli Fuguang used his chopsticks to pick up some duck meat and brought it to his mother's mouth.

A hint of suspicion flashed in the mother's eyes, but she still ate the duck meat that Wanli Fuguang offered to her.

"Mom, the crab roe is very soft and sticky."

Wanli Fuguang then used his own spoon to feed his mother a bite of crab meat.

"I'd like some soup. My friend caught a yellow croaker, and I asked his chef to make it for you. I guarantee you've never tasted anything like it before."

Wanli Fuguang used his own spoon to feed his mother yellow croaker soup.

"What happened that made you so happy that you forgot to use serving chopsticks?"

The mother simply put down her chopsticks; she too had been fed by Wanli Fuguang.

Wanli Fuguang leaned on his mother's chair with one hand and asked with a smile in his eyes.

"Mom, where are you going later?"

"Sit still."

Seeing Wanli Fuguang's crooked body, his father sternly reminded him, and Wanli Fuguang reluctantly sat up straight.

"I'm planning to go shopping with my friends in a little while."

The mother gently wiped the corner of her mouth, looked at Wanli Fuguang with a smile in his eyes, and guessed something in her heart.

Wanli Fuguang got up, took his mother's arm, and took a step forward impatiently.

"Don't call your friends, I'll go with you."

The mother took Wanli Fuguang's arm and followed in his footsteps, asking with a smile.

"What happened that makes you so happy?"

The father put down his chopsticks and prepared to get up.

"You two wait a bit, I'm going too, let's go shopping as a family of three."

The mother tugged at Wanli Fuguang's arm.

"Wait for your dad."

"He's so ugly, let's not wait for him, let's go together."

Wanli Fuguang pulled his arm away, put his arm around his mother's shoulder, and strode away from his father.

The father watched helplessly as the mother and son walked away, their backs adoring each other, and awkwardly instructed the servants.

"Give me a bowl of yellow croaker soup."

As the afterglow gradually painted the sky, the cool evening breeze couldn't hide the warmth of their hearts. On the sofa in their parents' bedroom, Wanli Fuguang lay on his mother's lap, holding up a tablet for her to watch.

"Mom, you'll look beautiful in this crystal necklace. I'll have a craftsman make one for you!"

The father moved closer to the sofa and reminded him.

"Is pale yellow a bit too soft? Your mom doesn't like it; she prefers red or blue?"

"Okay, let's make one set in red and one set in blue?"

Wanli Fuguang took back the tablet and flipped to the next design drawing.

The father nudged Wanli Fuguang, urging him on.

"Alright, stop flipping through it. You should go back to your room and sleep. We both need to rest too."

"Dad, you should go to sleep first!"

Wanli Fuguang tilted his head back and asked his mother.

"Mom, are you sleepy?"

"I'm not sleepy, but don't ask a craftsman to make jewelry for me. Have it made by someone else!"

With a smile, the mother asked Wanli Fuguang again, wanting to know what kind of girl had made Wanli Fuguang smile.

Wanli Fuguang pushed the tablet to his mother.

"Mom, this is the design sketch for an emerald. Do you like it?"

"How did you..."

Just as the mother was about to ask further questions, the father quickly pulled Wanli Fuguang up and urged him on.

"It's so late, go to sleep!"

Wanli Fuguang breathed a sigh of relief and left his parents' room.

"Guess what he bought me today? Four trade centers and four skyscrapers? And he even told me not to give them to friends. He must have met a girl he likes. I tried to get her to tell me all day, but I couldn't find out."

The mother tapped her leg, and the servant beside her quickly knelt down to massage it.

The father took the mother's hand and stood up.

"Oh well, he'll say what he wants to say. If he's not saying it now, he must have his reasons."

"What reason? What difficulties are there that Wanli Fuguang cannot solve?"

The mother couldn't think of anything that could put Wanli Fuguang in such a difficult position.

"That means he didn't succeed in winning her over. Whatever the reason, Wanli Fuguang must have felt that the time wasn't right, so he didn't plan to tell us. Don't ask, you won't get any answers anyway."

With a wave of his hand, the servants closed the door.

The mother glared at the father.

"But I want to see the girl."

"Leave it to me, I'll figure something out. Let's go to sleep first."

The father turned off the light and cuddled the mother to sleep.

At Huang Qiaqia's home, Huang Qiaqia is holding the phone and laughing heartily.

"I'll go first, you guys don't need to rush."

The father held the peeled orange segments to Huang Qiaqia's lips.

"Going on a date with Wanli Fuguang?"

Huang Qiaqia swallowed the orange and nodded.

"Cheng Yiyi's boyfriend bought a house, so we went out to eat. Wanli Fuguang also went."

"I brought two boxes of oranges. My aunt bought some Baisha oranges a couple of days ago; they're very sweet."

"Okay, I'm leaving, Dad."

Huang Qiaqia packed her things and arrived at the door of the new house.

Liu Yu stood at the door of the new house and loudly questioned Cheng Yiyi's boyfriend.

"You're letting Yiyi live here from now on? Cleaning your house, doing your laundry, cooking for you?"

"Of course not. I wouldn't agree to living here after we get married, even if you agree."

Cheng Yiyi's boyfriend and Yue Jiaorui's boyfriend carried a simple wardrobe and walked in front.

Huang Qiaqia followed behind, carrying a large bag of clothes belonging to Cheng Yiyi.

Yue Jiaorui stood at the door, her arms crossed over her chest.

"You mean, from now on, we'll do housework together?"

"Please, Auntie, please, Auntie, Yiyi won't do any housework."

Cheng Yiyi's boyfriend and two boys were moving desks again. Huang Qiaqia followed behind, carrying a large pile of Cheng Yiyi's cosmetics. He wiped the sweat from his brow and thought to himself, "It's not like we can't afford a moving company. Why do we have to move everything ourselves?"

Cheng Yiyi stood at the door, casually handing Yue Jiaorui and Liu Yuyi a few oranges that Huang Qiaqia had brought over, and gave a soft hum.

"I don't believe it!"

"Honey, trust me, I won't let you do any housework."

Cheng Yiyi's boyfriend and the boys carried the sofa again, while Huang Qiaqia followed behind, carrying Cheng Yiyi's jewelry, with Yue Jiaorui stuffing a segment of orange into his mouth.

"We'll handle the smaller items!"

Yue Jiaorui looked at Cheng Yiyi's boyfriend, who wiped the sweat from his brow, panted heavily, and walked onto the elevator.

Just as Huang Qiaqia was about to follow the boys onto the elevator, Cheng Yiyi grabbed her arm.

"Huang Qiaqia, come here. Is Professor Wu Haofeng coming in a little while?"

"Wu Haofeng agreed to come."

"My best friend will be here in a little while."

Yue Jiaorui's boyfriend rolled up his sleeves.

"Little Fatty, go downstairs and bring the clothes rack up in a bit, that should be enough."

Huang Qiaqia stepped onto the elevator with an annoyed expression and retorted indignantly.

"I'm not called Little Fatty, I have a name."

"You're not fat yet."

Yue Jiaorui's boyfriend's voice was blocked by the elevator, but he still wanted to tease Huang Qiaqia.