Quenching

"Huang Qiaqia, let me ask you, did you do the right thing in this matter? Was I wrong to criticize you?"

"me……"

Huang Qiaqia gasped for breath, raised her arm, and wanted to slap Sheng Shanxing hard, but when she thought of Sheng Shanxing's usual discipline, Huang Qiaqia was still a little afraid. She could only clench her fists and punch Wanli Fuguang's shoulder hard.

Wanli Fuguang, who had been unjustly punched, sighed softly, looked up, and explained to Sheng Shanxing.

“Sheng Shanxing, your arguments are clear and logical. However, you are Kong Yanfei’s boyfriend. Kong Yanfei was wronged in this matter and was even almost bullied. You haven’t offered her a single word of comfort. Instead, you’ve been lecturing her and Huang Qiaqia. Aren’t you going a bit too far?”

Sheng Shanxing lowered his head slightly, his eyes filled with guilt and self-reproach.

"I……"

Wanli Fuguang's brows relaxed, and he shook his head with a sigh.

“Sheng Shanxing, sometimes you can’t reason with women too clearly.”

"let's go."

Huang Qiaqia puffed out her cheeks, hugged Wanli Fuguang's neck tightly, and left with Wanli Fuguang in a huff.

Realizing he had done something wrong, Sheng Shanxing immediately called Kong Yanfei.

Sure enough, the call was rejected. Sheng Shanxing sent a message, but it was like throwing a stone into the sea. He fell asleep with his phone in his hand all night.

Huang Qiaqia was also asleep, holding her phone.

Wanli Fuguang quietly closed Huang Qiaqia's door, picked up the half-eaten bag of long biscuits that Huang Qiaqia had left, and leisurely walked to the spacious balcony. He elegantly sat on the comfortable rocking chair, crossing his legs.

Wanli Fuguang swept a cold glance over, and Xing Songfeng and Wu Haofeng, who had been hanging their heads, quickly and obediently moved in front of Wanli Fuguang.

Wanli Fuguang's pale fingers pinched a long biscuit, took a small bite, and slowly asked the two apologetic-looking guys in front of him.

"Who was responsible for Huang Qiaqia's accident last time?"

The two men bowed their heads deeply, pointing their fingers at each other simultaneously.

"What about this time?"

The two men stood tall and proud, waving their hands repeatedly, as if they had encountered a flame and were desperately trying to drive away the ever-growing fire.

"No, no..."

"Wu Haofeng, why did you call Xing Songfeng immediately after you learned that Huang Qiaqia went to Boss Zhu's place, instead of sending someone over yourself?"

"Young Master, it really wasn't me. Do Xing Songfeng and Boss Zhu usually hang out together? It would be easier to get in. If I had someone force their way in, it would only waste more time. So..."

"Ah."

Wanli Fuguang slowly got up, Xing Songfeng quickly took the biscuits from Wanli Fuguang's hand, and Wu Haofeng quickly unbuttoned Wanli Fuguang's pajamas.

Xing Songfeng jogged over to deliver the loungewear, and Wu Haofeng carefully helped Wanli Fuguang change into it, smoothing out even the wrinkles with his hands.

Wanli Fuguang slowly took a few steps and casually tossed out a sentence.

“From today onwards, Xing Songfeng will clean the toilets every day, and Wu Haofeng will clean the kitchen every day. Also, Huang Qiaqia, no one else is allowed to touch him.”

Wanli Fuguang glanced at Wu Haofeng, pushed open the door to return to his room, lowered his head and sent a message: "Xixi County, build a road."

Wu Haofeng let out a long sigh of relief, and then punched Xing Songfeng in the body.

"What's the use of me calling you back? Your lousy methods not only don't work, but now I have to send people to protect Huang Qiaqia. You're more trouble than you're worth."

Xing Songfeng, not to be outdone, kicked Wu Haofeng hard, took a bite of his biscuit, and muttered a curse under his breath.

"You're not that great either. If you were, you would have broken them up long ago. Besides, it's already dark. Didn't you check Huang Qiaqia's leg?"

Wu Haofeng snatched the biscuit from Xing Songfeng and scolded him in dissatisfaction.

"Sheng Shanxing is wary of us now, how can we investigate?"

Xing Songfeng angrily punched Wu Haofeng hard.

"How about we try a roundabout approach and instead try to win them over?"

“Young Master, we’re not as stupid as you. We can’t fool you. Besides, aren’t you supposed to be rotten to the core? Why do you suddenly become so timid when you see Huang Qiaqia?”

Xing Songfeng cursed through gritted teeth.

"All my bad deeds are out in the open; I wouldn't do them behind the scenes, would I?"

"What should we do then? Are we really going to let Huang Qiaqia continue to pester the young master?"

"In that case, let's face Huang Qiaqia head-on. I refuse to believe that I can't beat a little girl."

Just as Xing Songfeng was about to snatch the biscuit from Wu Haofeng's hand, Wu Haofeng suddenly raised his arm.

Xing Songfeng looked puzzled.

"What are you doing? Have you changed your personality? This is a cookie that someone else has eaten; how can you eat it?"

"All you ever think about is eating. Let me warn you, don't go too far in front of the young master."

“I know. We’ll do it openly, and you do it secretly. We’ll get Huang Qiaqia away from my cousin.”

Xing Songfeng confidently raised his head, watched Wu Haofeng walk towards the kitchen, and curiously asked a question.

Are you hungry too?

"I'm not hungry. I just want to check the kitchen and bathroom to see if I'm missing any cleaning supplies and have them brought over."

"We're staying here tonight? Then you'll sleep on the floor with me. No sofas."

"Young Master only said he would clean every day, but he didn't say he would live here. He'll be going home soon."

"Don't we have our bathrooms cleaned 24/7? Isn't this one too?"

"You stay here and sweep!"

******

The sunlight lazily stretched out a big yawn, and Huang Qiaqia got off Wanli Fuguang's warm back and sat down at the dining table.

"Try the breakfast I made."

Wanli Fuguang walked slowly to the kitchen. Huang Qiaqia rested her chin on her hands and looked at Wanli Fuguang with a happy expression. She thought to herself, "This apron doesn't seem to suit Wanli Fuguang. Let's buy a new one!"

"Taste it."

Wanli Fuguang placed the white porridge in front of Huang Qiaqia. The delicate aroma of rice wafted over, and the thick consistency made Huang Qiaqia's mouth water. What was most endearing was that each grain of rice, so tempting to look at, seemed to be smiling, much like Huang Qiaqia's expression at that moment.

Huang Qiaqia couldn't wait to take out a spoon, take a bite, and say, "Hmm?"

Wanli Fuguang watched as Huang Qiaqia's originally upturned lips slowly curved downwards, and the expectation and excitement in her eyes seemed to turn into awkwardness.

"Not cooked?"

Wanli Fuguang intended to put the pressure cooker in the sink to wash it, but he didn't know that the pressure cooker had a inner pot that could be removed. As a result…

"It's cooked, but a little too cooked; it's almost rotten."

"Maybe I cooked it for a little too long."

Wanli Fuguang frowned slightly; his legs were also a little uncomfortable, as he had been standing in the kitchen for at least four hours.

"Haha, add some sugar!"

Huang Qiaqia's eyebrows lit up with joy again. She was about to reach for her phone to take a picture when she realized it was on the coffee table and she couldn't reach it.

Wanli Fuguang held a candy box in one hand and brought out a plate of dumplings in the other.