Quenching

Wanli Fuguang's eager gaze faltered for a moment, then turned to Jin Xixing, who was watching the commotion not far away.

Jin Xixing raised an eyebrow at Huang Qiaqia, glanced at Wanli Fuguang with a quiet look, and added just the right sentence.

"The lamb skewers are generously topped with cumin."

Wanli Fuguang adjusted his breathing slightly and reduced the pressure on his hands.

Huang Qiaqia chuckled, pushed away the large hand on his waist, and walked briskly towards the elevator. The next second, his body suddenly lifted into the air, and the cold, handsome brows that gradually enlarged in front of him were tinged with anger, and his burning eyes were filled with an urgent desire.

Huang Qiaqia gripped Wanli Fuguang's arm tightly and called out anxiously.

"There might still be oil stains on my clothes, don't you mind the dirt?"

"Tear it up."

"Maybe there's pepper and flavoring on the ends of my hair?"

Wanli Fuguang's eyes suddenly widened, and he curled his lips into a smile, breathing heavily as he spoke in a deep voice.

"I can't wait any longer. I'll clean the smell out of your flesh inch by inch."

Huang Qiaqia frowned, her chubby feet kicking wildly in the air, and her little chubby hands shoving Wanli Fuguang's shoulders haphazardly.

"I don't want to wear long shirt dresses all the time; I want to wear bubble skirts and princess dresses."

Jin Xixing shook his head, put down Huang Qiaqia's schoolbag, turned around, and slowly walked towards the garage.

As soon as Jin Xixing parked the car, a tall and imposing figure came into view.

"Don't tell me you came to see the concert."

Jin Xixing got out of the car, handed his cell phone to Sheng Shanxing, and looked worried.

"Mao Mao has a good relationship with Huang Qiaqia's family, so why is she still slandering Huang Qiaqia's mother's factory online?"

Sheng Shanxing held Jin Xixing's phone, looking at photos of Huang Qiaqia going to and from school recently, and sighed.

"He didn't know what the consequences of a few lies would be. He only knew that he could get hairy crabs by saying a few words. He even kindly left three for Huang Qiaqia's mother, telling her that she no longer needed to steal from the factory to make money."

Jin Xixing strode forward, looking exhausted.

"If Mao Mao were just an ordinary person, his words would be insignificant. However, a celebrity with a strong sense of justice, coupled with devoted fans, caused a disturbance in front of the factory, attracting public attention. No matter how good the fabric produced by Huang Qiaqia's mother is, no customer would dare to challenge a controversial product."

Sheng Shanxing shoved the phone at Jin Xixing, his eyes blazing with barely suppressed rage, his fists clenched, and he growled.

"How crazy is Wei Shengziqing? He won't even spare a child who is not even eighteen years old."

Jin Xixing put away his phone and glanced at Sheng Shanxing indifferently.

"Is he targeting Huang Qiaqia?"

Sheng Shanxing frowned even more, grabbed Jin Xixing's arm tightly, and asked nervously.

"What do you mean?"

Jin Xixing withdrew his arm and let out a long sigh.

"Instead of sending a constant stream of assassins to kill the Wanli family's heir, it would be better to directly attack the heir's greatest weakness and force the Wanli family to bow down to him."

"How many people did you send to protect Huang Qiaqia?"

“If Wei Shengziqing wants to harm Huang Qiaqia, he must first step over my dead body.”

"Where is Wanli Fuguang's father? Didn't he send anyone to protect you?"

"The young master is currently having a conflict with the master and refuses to bow down. Almost all of the Wanli family's bodyguards have been killed by Wei Shengziqing, and the rest of us can only fight back."

"what?"

“My wife is driven by the Wanli family’s driver. My son attends the Wanli family’s school. The Wanli family has bodyguards to protect their servants. As long as Huang Qiaqia is not at the young master’s private villa, I am by her side at all times, and I dare not relax for a single second.”

"Wei Shengziqing is using this Mao Mao to expose you to the public and break down Wanli Fuguang's last line of defense."

Wish me luck.

As soon as Jin Xixing finished speaking, Sheng Shanxing grabbed his arm. Jin Xixing pushed him away, strode into the film set, and found a quiet corner to sit down. Sheng Shanxing stared at Jin Xixing's tall and reliable back, regretting his previous attitude towards Jin Xixing.

******

Sheng Shanxing, along with Huang Qiaqia and Jin Xixing, arrived at Huang Qiaqia's mother's factory.

Huang Qiaqia stared wide-eyed at the freight trucks continuously transporting goods, curiously shaking her mother's secretary's arm in surprise.

"How did this immense wealth come about?"

“Your mom caught several big koi fish; we’re on a completely different level now. Let me show you around.”

The secretary led Huang Qiaqia ahead. Sheng Shanxing glanced at Jin Xixing, and for some reason, his throat felt like it was blocked, and he couldn't utter the word "thank you" for a long time.

Jin Xixing, looking completely indifferent, slowly distanced himself from Huang Qiaqia and the others in front of him, and asked Sheng Shanxing in a low voice.

"What did Mao Mao's agent say?"

“I told Mao Mao directly that he was not allowed to reveal a single word about Huang Qiaqia’s mother’s factory or anything related to Huang Qiaqia to anyone.”

"Can it be done?"

“Huang Qiaqia’s great-grandfather once told Huang Qiaqia’s father that people who seem foolish are more trustworthy than people who seem shrewd. Truly foolish people can’t even trust themselves, so how can they trust anyone else?”

"Huang Qiaqia's father treats you very well."

"When the assassins caught up with me, I had already closed my eyes, collapsed in the corner, gasping for my last breath, accepting my fate. But then, a massive, all-encompassing iron door suddenly appeared before me, and my heart, which had sunk to the bottom, began to rise again. I looked at Huang Qiaqia's father under the heavy iron door, his legs trembling, his arms shaking violently, and his forehead dripping with cold sweat. I felt a glimmer of hope to live."

"Is Huang Qiaqia's father's back injury serious? How did you escape?"

"Huang Qiaqia's father was terrified. It wasn't until several workers in the factory worked together to pry open the metal door that we saw the killer lying on the ground. Underneath the thick metal door, we were both unharmed."

Jin Xixing smiled faintly, staring at Huang Qiaqia's curved profile as he gave his evaluation.

"Huang Qiaqia is really like his father. Sometimes he is inexplicably strong, and sometimes he is terribly timid."

Sheng Shanxing's face immediately turned cold, his eyes showing a hint of displeasure.

"Huang Qiaqia's father is an ordinary, conscientious physics teacher. He had never seen anything like this before. It's just that I was the one who encountered it."

Jin Xixing nodded, admiring him from the bottom of his heart.

"That's right. Huang Qiaqia's father was just instinctively protecting a trembling student or a bullied apprentice. He never thought of becoming a superhero."

Sheng Shanxing quickened his pace and walked forward. Looking at his back, Jin Xixing thought to himself: Back then, why haven't you mentioned Momo, who was in your arms, at all?

Huang Qiaqia, walking ahead with his secretary, sighed in a serious tone.