Quenching

"Could we get in touch with Wanli Fuguang to explore resources and connections in the future...?"

"If you go over there, do you think they'll even acknowledge you? They wouldn't even look at your few taels of silver."

“Big lawyer, don’t you want to try talking to someone like Wan Li Fuguang? We’re sure to get a lot of benefits.”

"Stop! If you piss him off, you won't even know how you died. And you're trying to introduce Huang Qiaqia to someone? You don't want to live long enough."

"If he really likes Huang Qiaqia, let's see if he can have a fling!"

"We'll have to wait until he's had enough fun."

"My friends have always liked Huang Qiaqia, but I don't understand. Huang Qiaqia is like a child who hasn't grown up, immature and silly. What do they like about Huang Qiaqia?"

******

The gloomy sky seemed to be shrouded in a melancholy mood. Wanli Fuguang returned home and knocked twice on his parents' bedroom door. When he didn't receive a response, he simply pushed the door open and went in.

The mother, sitting on the sofa, looked up with some curiosity.

Why didn't you go out to play today?

This winter, Wanli Fuguang usually gets home very late, but today he got home unusually early.

She came back at ten o'clock, and as soon as she came back, she ran to their bedroom.

"Mom, pick out some rings for me."

"ring?"

The mother walked excitedly to Wanli Fuguang and asked with a beaming smile.

"What ring?"

"I wear it when I'm bored."

Wanli Fuguang's casual tone froze the smile on his mother's face.

"Go find it yourself!"

The smile on her face vanished completely, and she simply lay down on the sofa while the servant continued to do her manicure.

Wanli Fuguang closed the door, and his mother complained to his father.

"Didn't you say you were going to ask last time? And what happened? Now I know that the girl doesn't use serving chopsticks when she eats, and she likes to wear a knitted scarf. What else?"

“Respect the child’s choice. You saw him frown slightly when he came in. They must have been arguing.”

"You're arguing and then giving a girl a ring? Don't talk nonsense here, go and ask her right now."

"oops……"

"Go quickly."

With a single glance from his mother, his father put down the paper document he was holding, the sewage treatment report analysis, and slowly stood up.

Wanli Fuguang arrived at the room where his mother kept her rings. Looking at the dazzling array of colorful rings, he let out a heavy breath.

"This row is pale yellow, green, pink, and this row is pink, green, orange, red, and this row is sky blue..."

The father directed the servants to choose a ring, while Wanli Fuguang sat dejectedly in the middle of the sofa.

The father glanced at the sullen Wanli Fuguang through the mirror, then cleared his throat and asked the servant beside him.

"Do you know the root cause of your friend's argument with his wife?"

The servant shook his head.

"It's your friend who always tries to reason with his wife. Can you reason with a woman and still get things straight?"

The servant seemed not to understand and asked his father.

What should my friend say?

"Say sorry. Women love to hear those three words. They carry more weight than 'I love you.'"

The servant glared at Wanli Fuguang, his face full of resentment.

"Then she was wrong."

"So what if your friend is right? Can he win the house? Even if he does win the house, it's your wife who will live in it."

"Then I can't..."

Before the servant could finish speaking, Wanli Fuguang hurried away.

Watching Wanli Fuguang's retreating figure, the father waved his hand, and the servant carrying the ring quickly followed Wanli Fuguang's footsteps.

The father asked the servant beside him.

Will he understand?

"Yes, it just passed by me with a gust of wind, and when it came in, it was dragging its feet. But why did you choose so many rings to give to that young girl?"

"If I give away more, the lady will buy more; if the lady buys more, the factory will produce more; if it produces more, everything will get running, the small gears will drive the big gears, and with each rotation, I'll earn more."

The father strode away, leaving the servant behind him looking puzzled.

"A few dozen rings can really boost the economy?"

"Wanli Fuguang gave that young girl some rings today, a necklace tomorrow, and a bag the day after... Madam will buy clothes, jewelry, and bags to fill the void, her best friends will start to compete, and her best friends' best friends will also start to compete. Women who can't afford them will follow the trend and buy imitations. Gradually, their social circle will expand."

“Now I understand. I told them to select some luxury items that the madam doesn’t like, and when the eldest young master comes back, he can take them directly and give them to that young girl.”

The father gave the servant beside him a big thumbs up, expressing his heartfelt admiration.

"Hmm, after all these years, you've finally started taking care of things ahead of time. Not bad, not bad."

The father left the room where his mother kept the ring, glanced at the monitor on the tablet in the servant's hand in the corridor, and saw Wanli Fuguang rushing towards the front door, letting out a soft hum.

******

At the entrance of the Confucius Institute building, Huang Qiaqia saw Wan Lifuguang's figure, turned around and walked away. Just as Wan Lifuguang was about to step forward, a boy walked up to Huang Qiaqia.

"Huang Qiaqia, let me check your recent weight."

Before Huang Qiaqia could run away, the boy grabbed her down jacket from behind with one hand and placed his other hand across her lower abdomen, lifting her up horizontally.

The boy slowly put Huang Qiaqia down and asked in confusion.

"Little girl, is it heavier than last time? What happy thing happened? Tell me about it."

Huang Qiaqia took a step back and pointed to Wanli Fuguang at the boy.

"I'm unhappy, I broke up with my ex-boyfriend."

Upon hearing Huang Qiaqia's words, Wanli Fuguang, who was waiting there, frowned slightly, feeling a tightness in his chest, and took a big step forward in frustration.

"I... my... past..."

Huang Qiaqia pouted and took three steps back.

The boy waved to Huang Qiaqia without hesitation.

"Huang Qiaqia, I'll treat you to a whole roasted lamb! Afterwards, I'll take you to the gym."

Huang Qiaqia snorted coldly, puffed out her chest, tilted her head back, and complained to the boy.

"I don't want to be carried around by you."

"Alright! Let's go eat mutton!"

The boy simply grabbed Huang Qiaqia's down jacket hood, strode off, and headed straight for the gate of Kong Xi University.

Seeing Huang Qiaqia being pitifully dragged away by the boy, Wanli Fuguang's anger turned to anger, but he smiled slightly and followed behind the two of them, asking leisurely.

"Do you need your ex-boyfriend's help?"

"I don't need your help."

Huang Qiaqia slapped the boy's arm hard, trying to get her to loosen the hood of her down jacket, but the big guy's muscles were like a hard wall, not moving an inch.

Wanli Fuguang raised an eyebrow, a smile playing on his lips, and slowly slowed down.

"You really don't need it?"

"Need not."

Huang Qiaqia frowned angrily, suddenly turned her head, wanting to glare at Wanli Fuguang, but the hood of her down jacket completely blocked her view.

"Don't blame your ex-boyfriend for not helping you?"

Wanli Fuguang really stopped. Huang Qiaqia heard no sound of footsteps on the snow behind her, so she ignored Wanli Fuguang, glanced at the boy beside her, gritted her teeth, and with a "whoosh," unzipped her down jacket, threw it off, and ran away.