Quenching

Fortunately, Wanli Fuguang dodged in time, preventing Huang Qiaqia from being hit.

"Get down here and let Wu Haofeng carry you."

Huang Qiaqia's anger flared up again. He actually hit me with his cane! He shouted angrily.

"My boyfriend is here, why is Wu Haofeng carrying me?"

"You don't even know what you're made of, you..."

Xing Songfeng's eyes were bloodshot. He was about to grab Huang Qiaqia's arm and pull it off when Wu Haofeng grabbed Xing Songfeng's hand and forcibly moved him to the other side.

"Who is my cousin? He bent down for her? He can even carry her on his back?"

"Isn't this some important occasion? Nobody knows the young master's identity. Huang Qiaqia is now the young master's girlfriend. Isn't it normal for the young master to be cheating on his girlfriend?"

"What girlfriend? She must be a vixen who has bewitched my cousin."

"Don't you have some cunning advisors? Why don't you get your cronies to come up with a plan?"

Wu Haofeng gave Xing Songfeng a nudge, and they noticed a girl approaching Wanli Fuguang and the others. Wu Haofeng nudged Xing Songfeng, and the two of them walked over.

Huang Qiaqia smiled sweetly and said happily to a graceful young woman.

"You did a really good job hosting, much better than me! You should host next time!"

The girl shook her head like a rattle drum.

"No way! I was drafted this time because you weren't here."

Huang Qiaqia, who was clinging to Wanli Fuguang's back, leaned forward and tried to comfort the girl.

"Listen to me, you..."

"Stop, stop. Following your method, I'm treating the audience's heads like pumpkins, but I get nervous as soon as those pumpkins move. You need to take care of yourself. There's an alumni sharing session at the school in a couple of days, and some senior students will be using the Xixi language for translation. You need to prepare early."

"Ok."

"I'm leaving now; I still need to chat with the sponsors for a while."

The girl waved to a few people and ran briskly towards the stage.

Wu Haofeng excitedly nudged Xing Songfeng, who widened his eyes and pulled Wu Haofeng aside.

He sighed with delight as he walked through the pine forest.

"This girl is really beautiful."

The excitement on Wu Haofeng's face froze instantly.

Xing Songfeng's eyes flashed with a hint of suspicion as he gave Wu Haofeng a push, his face cold.

"Doesn't look good?"

"Did you hear the Xixi language? The Weisheng people all love to use the Xixi language. Can Huang Qiaqia speak it?"

"That's right! The Wei family has always been at odds with our Wanli family. Could Huang Qiaqia be a member of the Wei family?"

"quick……"

Wu Haofeng gave Xing Songfeng a hard shove, almost causing Xing Songfeng to fall face-first into the mud.

Xing Songfeng excitedly ran to Wanli Fuguang and smiled, but Wanli Fuguang gave him a fierce look, and Xing Songfeng's lips gradually drooped again.

Unable to decipher Xing Songfeng's changing expression, Wu Haofeng simply pushed Xing Songfeng aside and moved closer to Wanli Fuguang's side.

"Huang Qiaqia, how come you can speak the Xixi language? Who taught you?"

"Huang Qiaqia's father taught him. For a while, my uncle was very interested in the Xixi language, so not only does Huang Qiaqia speak it well, but Sheng Shanxing speaks it even better, right?"

Wanli Fuguang turned his head and gave Huang Qiaqia a warm smile.

"Hmm. Let me tell you, that girl from earlier had a better stage presence and skill level than me. She's always too nervous and lacks confidence when she goes on stage. She was much better this time, but I still feel like something's missing."

"Then you'll have to think of a way. You can't just keep taking her place because she's timid!"

Wanli Fuguang doesn't like Huang Qiaqia to always be on stage.

"Next time Kong Yanfei goes to the TV station for an event, I'll go with her and find an opportunity to show the host the girl's video. I'll ask the host what she's lacking and how they overcome their nervousness."

"Hehe, why not bring a girl with you?"

"Oh dear, she actually really likes hosting, but she's very shy and stubborn. Every time I try to get her to go, she refuses. When she's angry, I really want to hit her with a stick."

Xing Songfeng's face was gloomy as he stared at Huang Qiaqia's back and muttered something under his breath.

“I also want to grab a stick and beat you off my cousin.”

Wu Haofeng shook his head.

"Huang Qiaqia probably has nothing to do with Weishengjia."

"Didn't you check Huang Qiaqia's background?"

"I used to disdain to investigate, but now I know almost everything."

Wu Haofeng said nonchalantly, and was about to take a step when Xing Songfeng grabbed Wu Haofeng's arm.

"Then let's investigate his background!"

Xing Songfeng pulled Wu Haofeng to the vicinity of the girl.

"That Boss Zhu is causing trouble again."

"Ok?"

Wu Haofeng saw Boss Zhu smiling broadly, shaking hands and hugging the girls performing, while looking at Xing Songfeng with disdain.

"What kind of friends do you keep? Look at them, they all have such sleazy looks!"

"Each gets what they need, and I'm not interested in his looks."

"So what are you interested in? His body."

"Don't disgust me. Hurry up and investigate, then clean it up. The look my cousin gave him just now was pretty scary."

"Boss Zhu is really unlucky. If he hadn't come here, he might have been able to live a carefree life for a few more years."

Wu Haofeng sent a message to his subordinates, and He Xingsongfeng turned and left.

******

After a hearty meal, Huang Qiaqia rested her chin on her hands, staring blankly at Wanli Fuguang, who was clearing away the dishes.

Wanli Fuguang chuckled lightly and said reproachfully.

"I shouldn't have given it to you. It's my family's plum wine. Are you drunk?"

"It's not the wine that intoxicates, it's the person who gets drunk."

Huang Qiaqia's eyelids were drooping, and she slumped onto the table in a daze, admiring her handsome, dashing, upright, and spirited boyfriend.

Wanli Fuguang walked over and gently tapped Huang Qiaqia's head with his well-defined knuckles, reminding her.

"Stop being so infatuated. It's almost the end of the month. Have you done the online store summary yet?"

"It's done and I've already sent it to Wu Haofeng."

"What are your work goals?"

"Hehe, let nature take its course."

Huang Qiaqia admired Wanli Fuguang with great satisfaction, feeling that his every move exuded nobility and composure.

Sunlight gently fell upon him, and suddenly, Huang Qiaqia seemed to have a strange feeling. This man, who possessed an emperor-like demeanor, somehow had a hint of aloofness in his eyes...

Huang Qiaqia slowly raised her slender, white hand, trying to relax Wanli Fuguang's already relaxed brows.

Wanli Fuguang grabbed Huang Qiaqia's hand, pulled her onto the sofa, placed her legs on his own, and gently massaged them.

"Uncle said that Auntie plans to sell the textile factory after she finishes these contracts, and then she will give you a sum of money. This money will ensure that you live a comfortable life for the rest of your days, and you can even stay at home and be a couch potato without worrying about food or clothing."

"Yes. My little online shop isn't as profitable as it used to be, but it's still doing alright, enough to cover basic living expenses. And I've even saved up some money?"

What are you planning to do with this money?