Quenching

“Chen Zhixing, listen to Xing Songfeng and don’t go to the fourth row. We can’t go the wrong way again, or we’ll miss our chance.”

"Chen Zhixing, listen to me."

“Chen Zhixing, you…”

The air seemed to freeze for three seconds before a loud crashing sound came from the building.

Huang Qiaqia glared angrily at Xing Songfeng, then pushed him away in a huff.

"It's all your fault! What are you doing here? We're almost finished, and you have to come and cause trouble."

Xing Songfeng, showing no sign of backing down, glared at Huang Qiaqia with wide eyes.

"Chen Zhixing followed Wu Haofeng's advice and went the wrong way, that's why you lost, why are you blaming me?"

"It's all your fault, you couldn't stop Wu Haofeng."

"You little brat, I..."

Wanli Fuguang's puzzled gaze drifted back to the servant, who shrugged.

"Huang Qiaqia has always had a special fondness for Mr. Wu Haofeng."

Wanli Fuguang nodded, walked towards the "natural enemy" who had already entered a state of struggle, gently took Huang Qiaqia's hand, and explained softly to Chen Zhixing opposite him.

"Zhi Xing, you go play with Wu Haofeng and the others first. Huang Qiaqia and I have something to do."

"what's up?"

A hint of surprise appeared in Huang Qiaqia's eyes.

What do you like to call me?

"Grandpa."

"And today?"

"today."

"what is it call?"

"old……"

Huang Qiaqia stared at Wanli Fuguang with curiosity, while another servant who walked slowly approached reminded Wanli Fuguang.

"Young Master, the staff are already waiting in the reception room."

Wanli Fuguang stretched out his arm, and Huang Qiaqia casually pushed the tablet to Wu Haofeng. He took Wanli Fuguang's arm, grinned, and skipped along behind the servant.

"Chen Zhixing, Chen Zhixing, hurry up and get started. This time, listen to me, let's build them an indestructible city wall."

"what?"

"Chen Zhixing, hurry up and start."

In Wanli Fuguang's bedroom, Huang Qiaqia, frowning at her desk, puffed out her cheeks but then deflated, glaring angrily at the homework assigned by Professor Jin. Wanli Fuguang was equally dissatisfied, panting as she stared at Huang Qiaqia's chubby back.

"I never imagined that one day my own bedroom would have a bookshelf, a study desk, and a schoolbag."

Huang Qiaqia lay on the table, lazily glancing at the notebook in front of her.

"I want to eat a chocolate sandwich cookie."

"No. Look at me, I'm even willing to give up my own sleeping place for your studies, and look at you, trying every possible way to avoid studying."

“I’m not running away. I’ve already written and submitted my conclusions, but I don’t want to write about how to deduce the process; it’s a waste of time.”

"Didn't you like intelligent robots? Why are you talking nonsense now? How can you know the result if you don't write out the process?"

Huang Qiaqia slowly turned her head and slightly raised her eyelids.

“Professor Jin provided all the options, and I easily figured out the range of results using the process of elimination. However, my own calculations don’t match the results of Professor Jin’s correct options. Do you think it’s possible that Professor Jin made a mistake and that my result is closer to the exact value?”

Wanli Fuguang excitedly threw off the covers and got up, grabbing Huang Qiaqia's hand.

"Finally, I finished my homework before dark one day. I can stop daydreaming. I won't have to study advanced robot control next semester."

Huang Qiaqia followed Wanli Fuguang's footsteps and offered his explanation.

"I only like Professor Zhong's lectures, I don't like other professors' lectures, especially Professor Jin's."

"Don't pretend to me that you're really into it. With your short attention span, it's a good thing that college is only four years. If it were five or six, you probably wouldn't graduate."

After Wanli Fuguang finished speaking, he reached out and grabbed Huang Qiaqia's collar. Huang Qiaqia changed her mind, grabbed Wanli Fuguang's hand, pushed his head away, and avoided his lips.

Why won't you sign a prenuptial agreement with me?

Wanli Fuguang pushed Huang Qiaqia's hand away and continued to pull open Huang Qiaqia's pajamas.

"Are you going to run away with the money?"

"Of course, with your wealth, why wouldn't I run away?"

"Then you've suffered a huge loss. My personal assets might not even be as much as yours. Most of our family's money is with my dad. You want to run away with the money? You married the wrong person?"

"Huh? You still need to ask your dad for money? You're all grown up and still sponging off your parents?"

"I'm going to bite you now."

As soon as Wanli Fuguang finished speaking, he hurriedly bent down. Huang Qiaqia's mind raced, and Wanli Fuguang felt a sharp pain on his scalp. He had no choice but to frown and stare at Huang Qiaqia's chubby little round face.

"The servant with such exceptional skills by my side, was he trained by your mother? She doesn't seem capable of training someone so skilled."

"It's not my mother, it's Xing Songfeng's mother, her name is Lady Jinqiu."

Just as Wanli Fuguang was about to bend down, Huang Qiaqia placed her hand on his thin lips.

"Does she live at home? Is it a room on the third floor?"

“Yes! The third floor is her and her husband’s room. According to seniority, I should call them Uncle and Aunt.”

A hint of fear crept into Huang Qiaqia's eyes, her face gradually paled, and her lips trembled.

"She...she's back. Are you...are you all home?"

Wanli Fuguang smiled, grabbed Huang Qiaqia's lotus root-like arm, and laughed.

“We each have our own duties. But let me tell you, the people around her are carrying more than just two or three guns.”

Huang Qiaqia stared wide-eyed, struggling to break free from Wanli Fuguang's grasp, and raised her voice.

"Is Madam Jinqiu back to help you deal with Wei Shengziqing? Wei Shengziqing must be trying to force everyone to buy their little green beans at high prices. You should let go of me quickly, get up, and quickly think of a way to deal with Wei Shengziqing."

"Hehe, you'd better hold me tight. If I let go, you'll be even weaker. If Wei Sheng Zi Qing appears in front of you, you won't be able to run away."

Wanli Fuguang's lips suddenly landed, but in the blink of an eye, Huang Qiaqia pushed Wanli Fuguang's lips away and pressed firmly against her chest.

"Is Wei Shengzi Qing trying to get back at me?"

"You trembled in my arms, and of course he would do everything in his power to deal with you."

"what?"

Huang Qiaqia looked at Wanli Fuguang with a look of horror.

"Knock, knock, knock." A series of loud knocks on the door, and suddenly, Wanli Fuguang felt himself becoming increasingly breathless.

Wanli Fuguang gently patted Huang Qiaqia's stiff arm and managed to utter a sentence with difficulty.

"You...you...let go first, this is...this is...home. Wei Sheng Ziqing...Wei Sheng Ziqing can't come in."

Huang Qiaqia suddenly released her arms from around Wanli Fuguang's neck, looked around, pulled out the bedside lamp, pressed it tightly against the headboard, and watched the doorway warily.

Wanli Fuguang shook his head and opened the door.

"Cousin, according to Qi Wanyun's rules, today is Friday and it's okay, but Qi Wanyun won't let me touch her for no reason. You have to help me."

Wanli Fuguang gasped for breath, angrily lifting his foot, while Xing Songfeng's cries grew louder.

Xing Songfeng wiped away his tears, dusted himself off, and headed for the elevator.

The servant at the door of Wanli Ruoyu's bedroom blocked Xing Songfeng's way with a troubled expression.

"Second Young Master, it's just started inside. Would you like to go in now?"