Quenching

Gu Yingren stepped forward and said solemnly.

"Young Master, I must go with you; it is my duty to protect you."

"Gu Yingren, listen to me, I have an important task for you... Gu Yingren... Gu Yingren."

Just as Wanli Fuguang was about to chase after Gu Yingren, Jin Xixing beside him turned around and started walking.

"Jin Xixing, what will happen to the family if you leave? Can I rest easy with these two people at home? Jin Xixing."

"We'll clean up the mess when we get back."

Jin Xixing's voice faded into the distance. Wanli Fuguang looked ahead and behind, but none of them could catch up. He could only give the two a fierce warning in his eyes.

"Stay home and behave yourself."

Watching Wanli Fuguang's departing figure, Wu Haofeng slammed his fist into Xing Songfeng's arm.

"It's all your fault."

Just as Xing Songfeng raised his fist, he noticed that Wanli Ruoyu was still sitting on the sofa, blinking her eyes and nudging Wu Haofeng.

"My uncle is home, so why did my cousin say no one is home?"

Wu Haofeng punched Xing Songfeng hard in the arm, and Xing Songfeng frowned and punched Wu Haofeng back while cursing.

"Am I wrong?"

"When does the master take charge of things at home?"

"Why doesn't my uncle take responsibility? He..."

Wanli Ruoyu cursed coldly.

"You gave me such a big gift for my birthday, you are so filial."

"Uncle, it wasn't me...it was..."

"Who else are you?"

Wu Haofeng threw a punch, and Xing Songfeng raised his fist without showing any weakness.

Wanli Ruoyu frowned and said resentfully.

"Get out of here and fight."

As soon as Wu Haofeng got up, Xing Songfeng lifted his leg. Not wanting to be at a disadvantage, Wu Haofeng followed suit...

After a while, the two left, but Wanli Ruoyu's gaze remained fixed on the stairwell. After a long time, the servants around the hall withdrew, and a man in a blue suit took their place.

"You just had to choose to send the child over on my birthday."

Lady Jinqiu, sitting in her wheelchair, yawned and slowly opened her eyes.

"You claim my money as your own, and I'm angry?"

"Is Wei Shengzi really going to take over Bai Shi's position and become the biggest benefactor behind the nature reserve?"

"Is there something wrong? If not, I'm going to sleep?"

"You're getting so close to Wei Shengziqing, what are you planning to do?"

"Why have you been telling everyone lately that I'm coming back to live here?"

"Liu Yuzhen, let me tell you, don't be ridiculous."

As soon as Wanli Ruoyu finished speaking, Madam Jinqiu closed her eyes and slowly moved her wheelchair toward the elevator.

Wanli Ruoyu slowly got up and muttered something resentfully.

"I'm finding it increasingly difficult to control you."

Madam Jinqiu suddenly grabbed the hand pushing the wheelchair behind her and said coldly.

"If you can't control me, you can kill me."

Wanli Ruoyu's voice was almost desperate.

“You are my younger brother’s lover, the sister-in-law he has chosen. I just want to discipline you properly and prevent you from becoming too domineering and making enemies everywhere.”

"Hehe, brother, you can never control me."

Today is my birthday.

"Brother, aren't you going to look at your birthday present?"

As soon as Madam Jinqiu finished speaking, Wanli Ruoyu turned around and returned to the sofa.

"Catching butterflies, crabs, pulling up radishes, is that all you do? Don't you go to the amusement park?"

"Grandpa, what is an amusement park?"

Wanli Ruoyu had her left arm around the boy in her arms and was holding a finger orange in her right hand.

"Ferris wheel, carousel... um... slide, seesaw, swing, you've played on a swing before, right!"

"Grandpa, I want to eat white strawberries. Oranges don't taste good."

"Oh, oh, come here."

Wanli Ruoyu, holding a strawberry-filled Arno, continued to ask Xing Songfeng about his illegitimate son.

"Child, can you write?"

"I can't, but my brother can."

As Wanli Ruoyu spoke, she picked up the Ruby Grapes again.

"You have an older brother, how old is he?"

"Yes, my brother is fourteen years old. He goes to school during the day and only has time to play with me and my younger siblings at night."

What do your parents do?

“My grandfather and father were singers in the village, and my mother worked in a mung bean factory.”

"Didn't you just say that your family has fifty acres of land, but no one farms it?"

"The tillers, sprayers, and combine harvesters have all finished, so we don't need to do anything?"

"Aren't there any adults to take care of you during the day?"

“There’s a 24-hour baby care center in the village. My mom takes me there when she goes to work, and my brother picks me up at night.”

"Where are your grandparents?"

"My brother has seen them, but I haven't. Grandpa, do you know them?"

Wanli Ruoyu's heart clenched suddenly, but she smiled and continued to ask.

Have you ever heard your father sing?

"No, I've never heard my father sing before. Grandpa, have I been staying here all this time?"

Wanli Ruoyu paused for half a second, then nodded.

The boy's small, juicy hands gripped Wanli Ruoyu's expensive silk fabric. His soft face rested against Wanli Ruoyu's warm chest. He looked up at Wanli Ruoyu and urged her on.

"Grandpa, I want to hear 'The Shepherd Boy,' grandpa... grandpa... grandpa..."

After a while, Wanli Ruoyu hugged the boy in a daze, gently patted his bottom, and spoke softly.

Once upon a time, there was a shepherd boy...

"Sir...Sir..."

After a long while, a servant beside Wanli Ruoyu reached out and reminded her that the child in her arms had fallen asleep.

Wanli Ruoyu carried the boy in her arms, walked back to the bedroom, gently placed the boy on the bed, pulled over a thin blanket and carefully covered him, kissed the boy's forehead, gazed at the boy's tender face for a long time, and sighed to the servant.

"His eyes are exactly the same as Yuzuru's?"

The servant beside him whispered a reminder.

"Sir, Madam has been out for four hours."

Wanli Ruoyu glanced at the servants behind her as they returned, then waved to the servants beside her.

The servant behind her saw the child in Wanli Ruoyu's arms, turned around and brought back a soft blanket that Wanli Ruoyu usually used.

Wanli Ruoyu took the blanket, lay down next to the boy, gently wrapped her arms around his little bottom, closed her eyes, and said softly.

"I wonder about the other one, in which aspect does he resemble Xing Songfeng?"

The servant gently opened the photo that Madam Jinqiu had just sent on her phone, and silently answered in her heart.

"I won't tell you."

******

Wei Shengziqing put down his teacup, quickly stood up, reached out and grasped the warm hand, and said excitedly.

"I really didn't expect you to come in person?"

Wanli Fuguang snorted coldly.

"You invited me, how could I not come?"

Wei Shengziqing suddenly released Wanli Fuguang's hand, casually sat on the sofa, and said with disgust.

"Didn't you force us to do this? You won't let us use the railways and highways, and planes are circling overhead. You even have people watching the mountain roads!"

Wanli Fuguang glanced at Weisheng Ziqing, sat opposite him, and said with a smile.

"Didn't you swagger in to my dad's birthday party?"

"Right now, only assassins can get out; we can't transport any products out. How can we survive? What will we eat and drink?"

"Don't you have mung beans? Aren't you a major producer of mung beans? Don't you have mung beans that cost exorbitant prices? Don't you arrogantly sell them for thirty times the price?"

"You have mung beans at home, why don't you sell them? You have money to be made, why don't you earn it?"