Quenching

"Uncle and Auntie, you've agreed to let us live together. I really want to spend more time with you too."

Wanli Fuguang held Huang Qiaqia's hand, the corners of his mouth slightly upturned, and a warm smile flashed in his eyes.

Mom looked at Dad, still somewhat hesitant.

"you……"

Dad took Mom's hand and turned to walk towards the teahouse not far away.

"Let's go!"

"us……"

"Come to our home and have a look."

Towering red brick walls, colorful cobblestone paths, fragrant flower fields, the babbling sound of flowing water, and an elegantly decorated villa.

"It's very similar to your villa, with a fresh and natural style?"

Huang Qiaqia stood outside the magnificent villa courtyard, a hint of timidity on his face.

"dislike?"

Wanli Fuguang called out gently, and Huang Qiaqia pursed her lips slightly.

The clouds drifted by slowly, and the setting sun cast its light on the green shadows on the wall. Huang Qiaqia stared at the carefree leaves, her voice slightly softer than usual.

"Hmm...are we going to stay here?"

Wanli Fuguang smiled calmly, holding Huang Qiaqia's small hand, feeling warm and reassured.

"Hehe, not necessarily. Where do you like to live?"

Huang Qiaqia's eyes shone like twinkling stars, lively and alluring.

"Should we move into my little house?"

"Walk."

Wanli Fuguang pulled Huang Qiaqia by the hand and got into the Brabus.

Wu Haofeng did not get into his car with Wan Lifuguang and the others. Instead, he chose the Pagani in the villa, took out his phone, and coldly reprimanded them without any politeness.

"Who gave you permission to have someone mess with Huang Qiaqia?"

"Didn't you tell me to use underhanded methods?"

"Are you crazy? I asked you to find a way to get Huang Qiaqia away from the young master, not to sully her?"

"What's the difference? If she gets dirty, she'll just walk away on her own."

"I'm not sure if she'll leave or not, but I do know that Huang Qiaqia is tainted. If the young master finds out it was us, he'll skin us alive."

"It's that serious, so how do we get rid of Huang Qiaqia?"

"I'll think of another way? Just don't let Huang Qiaqia find out that you know those people."

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Huang Qiaqia took a deep breath of the sweet, smoky air and the refreshing sunshine, and happily patted the moisturizing water onto her chubby little face.

"Ding dong."

The cheerful doorbell rang, and Huang Qiaqia's favorite moment had arrived.

A model with a slender figure is holding up Huang Qiaqia and their breakfast.

"Do you have any trash with your sandwich and buns? I'll take them with you."

"No need, the auntie isn't here yet, so it hasn't been tidied up. Would you like to take your things now?"

"If you're home tonight, I'll come pick it up after get off work?"

"Then come tonight!"

"Okay, if you want to sleep at night, you can leave it at the neighbor's house."

"no problem."

Huang Qiaqia brought breakfast to the table and divided it between the two people. She noticed that Wanli Fuguang and Wu Haofeng were looking at her with somewhat subtle expressions.

"Huang Qiaqia, who lived in this house before?"

"Oh, I didn't live here before. Kong Yanfei used it as her studio. They often worked overtime at night, so it was open day and night. Models, suppliers, and staff came and went in a constant stream. So, this beautiful lady has come to pick up her things."

"You're responsible for odd jobs in the studio, right?"

"During holidays, I mostly help with ordering food, photocopying, and receiving guests... Later, when school started, I didn't have much time. If you feel uncomfortable, I'll call the cleaning lady to do a thorough cleaning!"

Wanli Fuguang glanced at Wu Haofeng.

"It's pretty clean, isn't it!"

Wu Haofeng smiled and looked at Huang Qiaqia as he answered.

"It's clean and cozy, but I'd like to add some furniture, Huang Qiaqia, do you mind?"

Huang Qiaqia wiped her mouth and slung her backpack over her shoulder.

"I don't care. You can talk to our housekeeper about what furniture to add!"

"Shall I help you get it?"

Wanli Fuguang tried to take Huang Qiaqia's schoolbag, but Huang Qiaqia shook her head, carried the schoolbag herself, and took Wanli Fuguang's hand as they went out the door.

At the entrance of Kong Xi University, watching Huang Qiaqia skipping and hopping, Wu Haofeng immediately took out his phone.

"You all come over here right now and clean this place up spotlessly. Also, call the chef over here."

Wanli Fuguang glanced at Wu Haofeng indifferently and gave the order seriously.

"No need for a chef."

"Young Master, if you don't call the chef, you..."

"Hehe, it's rare to see someone who's already in college still hopping and skipping around."

Wu Haofeng nodded.

"He's just like a child who never grows up."

Wanli Fuguang glanced thoughtfully at Wu Haofeng and gave instructions to the driver.

"Stop ahead."

Wu Haofeng followed Wan Lifuguang into a barbershop.

The shop assistant's smile widened even more when she saw the elegant man followed by a refined assistant.

Wanli Fuguang stared at the braided hair on the poster and pointed to Wu Haofeng beside him.

He needs a haircut.

"This way, please?"

The shop assistant bowed and beckoned Wu Haofeng to come with him.

Wanli Fuguang took off his coat and handed it to the shop assistant. He walked to the poster with braided pigtails, turned his head slightly, and a shop assistant immediately smiled, bent down, and took the coat with both hands.

At Wanli's house, Wanli Fuguang put on his coat and examined his mother's braided hair again as she sat in front of the mirror.

Wanli Fuguang stood behind his mother, giving a confident assessment.

"is acceptable."

"nice."

Wanli Fuguang took out a gold key inlaid with blue diamonds from his pocket and placed it in his mother's hand.

"what is this?"

Wanli Fuguang gently combed the end of his mother's braid with his hands.

"The key to a villa, the necklaces, bracelets, rings, some clothes, and bags that I had made by craftsmen are all inside."

The mother smiled as she looked at Wanli Fuguang, her cheeks radiant with springtime joy.

"Why haven't you gone to pick out jewelry lately?"

Wanli Fuguang did not answer, but focused on tidying up his mother's braids.

The mother held Wanli Fuguang's hand and looked directly into his eyes.

"Not eating at home anymore?"

Wanli Fuguang hugged his mother from behind and left the room.

"Mom and Dad, I'm leaving."

"A girl with braided pigtails? What kind of personality does she have? Well-behaved? Cute?"

"Ah."

"Huh? Last time they argued, didn't Wanli Fuguang use a lot of jewelry to coax that girl?"

"Ah."

"Since the girl doesn't like jewelry, how did they make up?"

"Ah."

How far have they progressed?

The father stared at the mother's braids.

"We're living together."

"you sure?"

The father nodded.

"Ah."

"it's beautiful."

The mother looked at the braided pigtails and happily stretched out her hand; the servant immediately offered her arm.

"Honey, where are you going?"

"Let them see, my son braided my hair into pigtails."

The mother stared at the braided pigtails with a delighted expression, her mouth stretching even wider.

"Honey, didn't you just say you'd have dinner with me at home? It's so boring eating alone when none of you are home!"

"If you're so capable, get Wanli Fuguang to bring the girl back, and I'll eat with you at home every day."

The mother tilted her head slightly, straightened her chest, and took a step forward.