Quenching

"Why did that man slander you without any evidence?"

Huang Qiaqia bit her lips, leaving a row of deep teeth marks. She lowered her head further and dug her toes into her big cotton shoes.

"Professor, how can you believe me? I'm not a murderer?"

"Hehe, of course you're not a murderer. What trouble have you gotten yourself into? Do you need my help?"

Huang Qiaqia slowly raised her head in shame, while Wu Haofeng's gentle smile made people feel at ease and reliable.

"No need, but..."

"Don't worry, I won't tell Wanli Fuguang."

Wu Haofeng made a smooth turn, and Huang Qiaqia breathed a sigh of relief, looking at the route on the navigation with a curious expression.

"Go to my house?"

"Yes, Wanli Fuguang had his driver take him to your house early this morning to play chess with your uncle."

Huang Qiaqia puffed out her cheeks and turned her head to complain to Wu Haofeng.

"I feel like Wanli Fuguang is dating my dad, not me."

"Hehe, what a coincidence, I think so too."

Wu Haofeng opened the car door, and Huang Qiaqia skipped and hopped home.

Wu Haofeng took out his phone, his face grim, and questioned him harshly.

"What methods did Sheng Shanxing's people use to get the pregnant woman's husband to come and cause trouble?"

"Now the pregnant woman's husband is rich and wants to be in good health. Sheng Shanxing collected evidence to help the pregnant woman's husband improve his health. The pregnant woman's husband told his mother that if she continued to pester Huang Qiaqia, both sides would give him more benefits and he would find a better wife."

"Hmph, benefits. Get rid of him immediately."

"clear."

"Be careful, Sheng Shanxing's men are watching him closely."

Wu Haofeng pushed open Huang Qiaqia's door and his eyes met Huang Qiaqia's, who excitedly rushed into Wanli Fuguang's arms.

Wanli Fuguang leaned down to kiss Huang Qiaqia's lips, but Huang Qiaqia gave him a look and Wanli Fuguang immediately froze, his lips drooping slightly in reluctance.

Huang Qiaqia smiled and skipped over to sit down at the table first.

Wu Haofeng walked over unhurriedly, his curious gaze falling on Wanli Fuguang, who looked unwilling.

Wanli Fuguang sighed softly, leaned close to Wu Haofeng's ear, and whispered his advice.

"What can you do if she won't let me kiss her?"

"Come and eat."

The mother warmly greeted Wanli Fuguang and Wu Haofeng, and Huang Qiaqia waved back to them.

Huang Qiaqia's schoolbag passed from Wu Haofeng's hands to Wanli Fuguang's.

Wu Haofeng stared at the delicious food, walked to the table, sat down, and praised it with a smile.

"Auntie, this is such a feast today."

"Your uncle will be coming over with his students for dinner in a little while, so we've made extra. You can eat first; there's still some left in the kitchen."

Wu Haofeng picked up his chopsticks and quickly started eating on his own. Since there was no need for serving chopsticks, he would eat first.

Wu Haofeng picked up a large mouthful of bok choy and asked his mother.

"Auntie, what does Uncle do for a living?"

He is a high school physics teacher.

How did you two meet?

“I was just a small textile worker at the time, while his father was an intellectual and a school teacher. His family also agreed to him being with me.”

Wu Haofeng nodded, gave his mother a big thumbs up, and then picked up a large piece of braised pork.

“But my dad is still a junior teacher, while my mom is already a big factory manager.”

Huang Qiaqia, looking very proud, also picked up a piece of braised pork from the plate on the left.

Wu Haofeng picked up a piece of braised pork from the right side of the plate, looking quite gossipy.

"Uncle and Aunt, how did you two meet?"

“They were doing volunteer work. My dad has beautiful handwriting, and my mom was attracted to his handwriting and pursued him. My mom is lively and cheerful, while my dad is taciturn and reserved. Soon my dad fell in love with my mom.”

Huang Qiaqia reached out her chopsticks, wanting to eat more braised pork, and paused slightly in her movements.

"Wu Haofeng, eat up!"

The mother gestured to Huang Qiaqia to give the braised pork to Wu Haofeng.

Wu Haofeng picked up the sweet and sour pork, glanced at it, and saw that there was only one piece of braised pork left on the plate.

"Every dish in your house is delicious."

The aunt brought out more dishes: shredded pork with garlic sauce and mushroom soup. Looking at the table full, there was no room to put the food.

"for you."

Huang Qiaqia generously placed the braised pork onto Wu Haofeng's plate, then took the empty plate and handed it to the aunt.

Looking at the sumptuous feast, Mom asked Auntie a question.

"That's about enough!"

"The dishes are about right, but there's not enough rice, and there are some high school students too."

The aunt looked at the rice on the table, shook her head, and turned to walk towards the kitchen.

Huang Qiaqia gently patted Wu Haofeng's shoulder, pointing to the meat on the plate. Wu Haofeng looked at the braised pork on the plate, wanting to eat it, but after thinking about the piece of braised pork, he hesitated because Huang Qiaqia's chopsticks had already picked it up.

"Eat it while it's hot."

Wanli Fuguang glanced at him, and Wu Haofeng picked up a piece of braised pork.

Mom put down her chopsticks and got up.

"You guys take your time eating. I have things to do at the factory, so I'll head out now."

"Mom, you're leaving again."

“The factory received a big order this morning. I can’t rest easy if I don’t keep an eye on it. You don’t need to get up to see me off. The driver is at the door. Sit down and eat while it’s hot.”

Huang Qiaqia got up, holding onto the back of the chair, and looked longingly at her mother's back. She sat down with a disappointed expression, put down her chopsticks, and thought, "My mother is so busy every day. Today is Saturday, and she's not home again."

Just as Wanli Fuguang was about to offer some words of comfort, the auntie carrying the rice noticed Huang Qiaqia's slightly downturned lips and reminded her.

“Last time, some students didn’t get enough to eat, and in my haste, I brought out all your snacks. I even forgot to save the ones you liked. There’s not much food this time, so you should quickly put away what you like to eat.”

Upon hearing this, Huang Qiaqia perked up, suddenly turned around, widened her eyes, and looked displeased.

"They were so hungry that they ate all the tomatoes I planted in the flowerpots."

"You're wrong about the tomatoes. The driver saw that your tomatoes weren't growing very well, so he moved them to a different spot. But they grew too lush, and the tomatoes disappeared."

The aunt put down the rice, spread her hands, and looked helpless. Then, a thought crossed her mind, and she reminded Huang Qiaqia of something.

"The students are going to dress up as clowns and do volunteer work later. Do you young people want to go too?"

"Heh, a clown? I'll go find some clothes."

Finally, Huang Qiaqia smiled, raised an eyebrow at Wanli Fuguang, pushed back her chair, and ran to her dressing room.

The auntie smiled faintly and turned to go to the kitchen to get busy.

Wu Haofeng quickly tossed the braised pork, along with his chopsticks, to Wanli Fuguang, grabbed a new pair of chopsticks, and continued eating the other delicious dishes.

After finishing his meal, Wu Haofeng turned and walked towards Huang Qiaqia's father's study, opened his laptop, and began working quietly.

Wanli Fuguang swallowed the braised pork, put down his chopsticks, and obediently went to the dressing room.

Huang Qiaqia felt the clothes were deliberately mysterious and chuckled.

"Ta-da! Ta-da! Ta-da! What do you think of the black robe I picked out for you?"

"A bit old-fashioned?"

Wanli Fuguang stared at the clothes and gave a sincere evaluation.