Quenching

Suddenly, Huang Qiaqia propped herself up on her arms and questioned him with a nervous expression.

“I’m asking you, Uncle Shiraishi only asked me to say a few words, and I received calls from 107 suitors. As the heir, don’t you have even more suitors?”

Wanli Fuguang curled his lips into a confident smile.

"It must be more than one hundred and seven."

What were your closest interactions with them?

Wanli Fuguang cleared his throat and smiled broadly.

"The term 'intimate contact' only applies to the two of us."

Just as Huang Qiaqia was about to press for more information, her phone rang. A flicker of excitement crossed Huang Qiaqia's eyes. Just as she was about to get up, Wanli Fuguang took the initiative, rubbing her rounded shoulders and pressing his thin lips against Huang Qiaqia's pink lips.

******

A gentle evening breeze made one want to escape. Huang Qiaqia, holding a pen and notebook, knocked on the door of Jin Xixing's study. After receiving permission, she slowly pushed the door open.

"Wanli Fuguang asked me to come find you."

"sit."

“The Wanli family doesn’t like to be in the public eye. So, I’m going to change the name of the person in charge of your online store to someone else, but you can continue to manage the online store as the operator.”

"understood."

"Now, I'll teach you how to manage your online store?"

"This... Wu Haofeng has already taught me?"

"Wu Haofeng taught you how to run a business; I'll teach you how to manage."

"Oh."

"Huang Qiaqia, you must remember, as a manager, you only have one thing to do: make decisions. Decide who is responsible? Decide whether to do something or not? If..."

Huang Qiaqia glanced furtively at the inky sky, yawned widely, turned to look at the serious-looking Jin Xixing, straightened up slightly, and asked with a charming smile.

"I'm sleepy, can I go back to sleep?"

Jin Xixing sighed and extended his hand.

"Are you going back to continue counting the pursuers?"

Huang Qiaqia stared at the slender, pale fingers, handed her phone to Jin Xixing, and looked distressed.

"It feels good to have someone pursuing you, but it's too painful to have hundreds of people pursuing you."

Jin Xixing took Huang Qiaqia's phone and asked.

"Have you memorized all their names?"

Huang Qiaqia half-closed her eyes and shook her head.

"Don't use this phone number anymore, but I'll continue to use your voice to chat with your suitors and gather some information. Although the chances are slim, if you do meet one of these suitors, remember not to expose this."

Before Huang Qiaqia could speak, Jin Xixing continued to explain.

"Your servants will remember information about these suitors, so in some situations, remember not to speak first, but wait for prompting before speaking."

Huang Qiaqia rubbed her sleepy eyes, suppressing the yawn that was about to escape her lips, and lazily parted her lips.

"I feel like a puppet on a string."

Jin Xixing's eyes flashed with a sharp light as he offered a hint.

"Should we reverse the direction and manipulate the person holding the string, following the thin thread?"

Huang Qiaqia shook her head, her eyes showing no desire to continue learning.

Jin Xixing tapped the table lightly with his well-defined fingers, giving a stern reminder.

Where was I?

Huang Qiaqia mechanically flipped through her notebook, propping her head up with her pen and giving a weak, lifeless reply.

"So-called information... information... information transmission? Information gap?"

Wanli Fuguang, unable to wait any longer, tiptoed in. Jin Xixing looked up and glared at him fiercely, then sternly reminded Huang Qiaqia, who was almost closing her eyes.

"It's not about information asymmetry, it's about information roles."

"Oh, right, information role... role-playing, Kim Si-hang, I'd like to play the role of someone who's sleeping, is that okay?"

Wanli Fuguang nodded slightly to Jin Xixing. Jin Xixing gave him a serious look, and Wanli Fuguang had no choice but to quietly close the door and leave.

Jin Xixing continued to keep a close eye on Huang Qiaqia.

"Information roles, broadly speaking..."

Huang Qiaqia reluctantly held the pen and continued writing laboriously, nodding his head intermittently.

******

"Huang Qiaqia, come to my study."

Jin Xixing's stern voice came from behind, and Huang Qiaqia, who was pretending to be stupid, quickened his pace and walked forward.

"Huang Qiaqia, Huang Qiaqia..."

Jin Xixing's increasingly stern voice followed, and Huang Qiaqia stared intently at the door, dashing off like an arrow, only to suddenly bump into the soft, sweet scent of violets.

"What are you doing? Rushing around without watching where you're going."

Dan Shuanglingze pushed Huang Qiaqia away from his arms and asked, completely bewildered.

"I won't learn... I won't learn..."

Huang Qiaqia looked up, panting, and gazed expectantly at the exquisitely made-up Dan Shuanglingze.

Dan Shuangling glanced at Huang Qiaqia, then turned around leisurely, taking the arm of the servant beside her, and moved with light, graceful steps.

Huang Qiaqia glanced at Jin Xixing, who was rushing towards him from behind, and continued to charge forward without turning his head. Victory was just ahead. Escape through the gate, jump into the carriage, and victory would be his. Immediately, right now, just four steps, three steps, two steps, one step away. Jin Xixing waved his hand, and suddenly a servant's figure blocked Huang Qiaqia's way.

Huang Qiaqia, with a bitter face, thought for a moment, puffed out her chest, put her hands on her hips with an imposing air, and glared at the servant at the door with a fierce look.

"I'm the eldest daughter-in-law of the family. Do you think my words are less effective than Jin Xixing's?"

The servant at the door chuckled, covering his face. Huang Qiaqia instantly deflated like a punctured balloon, collapsing to the ground and looking at Jin Xixing with a pleading expression, shaking his head desperately.

"Hurry up, we still have a lot to cover today."

Along with Jin Xixing's stern rebuke came his merciless dragging.

Huang Qiaqia pulled his head back, got up, sighed deeply, and dragged his heavy steps.

"Can I borrow Huang Qiaqia for a moment?"

Huang Qiaqia slightly raised her listless eyes, glanced at the bright sunshine in the sky, and felt incredibly sleepy.

"Uncle Shiraishi, Madam, do you still need..."

"Huang Qiaqia, Uncle Baishi will take you out to play."

Bai Shi raised an eyebrow, and Huang Qiaqia's eyes instantly lit up with hope. She pushed Jin Xixing's arm away and ran quickly behind Bai Shi.

"Uncle Shiraishi".

Jin Xixing's eyes widened, and he stepped forward, blocking the two of them. Huang Qiaqia craned her neck, watching their every move closely.

"Young mistress still has study assignments today."

Bai Shi picked up the car keys with his fingertips and looked at Wan Li Ruoyu behind Jin Xixing.

"What does it have to do with me?"

"Uncle Shiraishi, you..."

"gone."

Bai Shi smiled faintly, his gaze falling on Huang Qiaqia, who grabbed the car keys and ran faster than a rabbit.

Jin Xixing gritted his teeth, grabbed Bai Shi's arm, and questioned him fiercely.

"Where are you taking Huang Qiaqia this time?"

Bai Shi lazily yawned and stared intently at Wan Li Ruoyu.

"Can you guarantee that the Wanli family will never ask us for help again?"

Wanli Ruoyu's understanding voice came from behind Jin Xixing.