Quenching

Xing Songfeng suddenly stood up, as if he had discovered a huge business opportunity. He glared angrily at Huang Qiaqia and urgently called for Wanli Fuguang to come over.

Wanli Fuguang walked over slowly, his face cold. He raised his foot and kicked Xing Songfeng to the ground. Then, he gently took Huang Qiaqia's hand and led her to the dining table.

Huang Qiaqia puffed out her cheeks, glared angrily at Xing Songfeng, and complained.

"Kong Yanfei loves drinking the water from the white porcelain cup. Is she planning to bring this year's water to the film crew so everyone can drink it? I racked my brains to come up with a reason, and she finally agreed to come over just as dawn broke. Now look what's going to happen. What am I going to do when she gets here?"

"Aren't there several jars on the balcony? Are you doing this on purpose? You..."

Xing Songfeng scrambled to his feet, his eyebrows furrowed, and charged menacingly toward Huang Qiaqia. Suddenly, a force pulled him toward the balcony.

Wu Haofeng's face turned ashen, and he gritted his teeth as he spoke bitterly.

"Come on, look, isn't it pure white and without pores? Come on, touch it, isn't it smooth and delicate to the touch? Come on, smell it, doesn't it have a fresh earthy scent?"

"You...you took the wrong one? We drank from her precious jar?"

"I can forgive you for mixing up bone china and white porcelain, but you can mix up celadon and white porcelain? How blind are you?"

"Are you all so fussy? It's just drinking water, why do you have to use a whole container? Who can tell the difference between this porcelain and that porcelain? Isn't it the same to just fill it with tap water?"

"Then why do you prefer drinking tea at home and not drinking tea outside?"

"I... um? Did Huang Qiaqia just say that Kong Yanfei is coming?"

"You're not a faithful person, so why do you keep provoking Kong Yanfei? Why can't you find another woman?"

"I……"

"If you're going to cause trouble for Huang Qiaqia, can't you find another way?"

“I… Oh, Kong Yanfei, you’ve come… You…”

"let's go!"

Huang Qiaqia linked arms with Kong Yanfei and walked towards the elevator with a smile.

"Take the sandwich after you've only taken one bite."

Wanli Fuguang quickly packed the sandwiches and steamed buns and handed them to Huang Qiaqia.

"I will make sure I don't leave a single bite of the breakfast you make."

Before the elevator doors closed, Huang Qiaqia smiled like a child and waved goodbye to Wanli Fuguang.

Xing Songfeng slumped on the sofa, looking at the robot sheep with a smirk. "Little guy, you're pretty quick at opening doors. No wonder I spent so much time figuring this out."

Wanli Fuguang walked over slowly and coldly uttered a sentence.

"Going to clean the toilet?"

"why?"

Xing Songfeng frowned, looking unconvinced.

"Get your work done."

Xing Songfeng suddenly stood up and shouted with righteous indignation.

"Scrubbing toilets isn't my job, I have a job... my job..."

"Young Master, I'm leaving."

Wu Haofeng, dressed in a suit and tie, carrying a laptop bag, nodded to Wanli Fuguang and walked towards the door.

Wanli Fuguang glanced at Xing Songfeng, who sighed, lowered his head, dragged his feet, and kicked open the bathroom door.

A gentle breeze, carrying a faint warmth, turned the leaves green, made the grass stretch, and made the branches bend over with laughter.

Huang Qiaqia took Kong Yanfei's hand and sat down next to her. A hint of fierceness flashed in his eyes, and he looked righteous and resolute.

"Sister-in-law, after you finish filming this scene, I'll go with you to find Brother Sheng Shanxing, and we'll give him a good scolding so you can vent your anger."

"forget it!"

Kong Yanfei shook her head, her makeup light, the hem of her deep purple dress fluttering freely in the wind, revealing Huang Qiaqia's bare ankles.

"What do you mean 'let it go'? Don't you want an explanation? Brother Sheng Shanxing must apologize; you can't forgive him so easily."

Huang Qiaqia gritted her teeth, feeling indignant on behalf of Kong Yanfei.

"I think we should call it quits?"

"Huh? You're getting married soon, what do you mean 'forget'!"

"Hmph, my modeling career has hit a bottleneck. Although I've gained some fame by transitioning to acting, I'm not formally trained and my abilities are limited. Some people in my studio, knowing I'm getting married, are blatantly leaving for other jobs since their contracts expire in six months."

“You’re just getting married and it’ll only take you a short break. It’s not like you’re not working. What they’re doing is a violation of your employment contract.”

"Hehe, you know Sheng Shanxing is a man who values ​​principles and right and wrong in everything he does. If I have a child after getting married and then go back to work, I'll have even fewer job opportunities. When all the household chores pile up and my negative emotions explode, he'll still be lecturing me on principles and reasoning. Huang Qiaqia, I'll break down then."

"Even if you throw a tantrum, he still has to coax you, right?"

“You’re wrong. Once we’re married, he won’t be as obedient to me as he is now, and I won’t be able to have the final say in front of him.”

“Brother Sheng Shanxing is a very good person. He will never change his mind about you.”

"Hehe, it's not about loyalty, it's about how much you value someone. Once a man is married, he won't tolerate your temper and capriciousness like he did when he was dating. He'll be more concerned about his career and his contribution to the family, and he'll neglect his attitude towards women."

"family?"

Huang Qiaqia's gaze held a hint of inquiry.

"Of course, he will consider his family and parents, and..."

Huang Qiaqia didn't hear clearly what Kong Yanfei said next, didn't remember how she left the studio, and didn't remember how she got on the plane or how she got into the taxi.

In the taxi, Huang Qiaqia gazed at the sky, painted with ink-like wetness, reflected on the calm river surface. It seemed to conceal hidden mysteries, shrouded in layers of thick fog, like a black hole that could swallow even light, like...like... Wanli Fuguang's dark eyes were deep and unfathomable, as if they held complex emotions, a thousand thoughts gathered together, as if on the other side, they always shone with a confident and proud light that stood out from the crowd.

A cool breeze brushed against her face, and Huang Qiaqia shivered violently. Her heart pounded, and her blood rushed to her head. She tightly shut her mouth, forcefully suppressing her increasingly impulsive thoughts. No...no...

With a loud bang, Huang Qiaqia's eyes widened, staring intently at the river outside the car window, a sharp pain shooting through her body.

"Stop...stop...the car! Someone...someone jumped into the river! Driver, stop the car!"

Huang Qiaqia shouted tremblingly, and the driver glanced at the riverbank.

Huang Qiaqia's face turned pale, and with stiff arms, she tried to pry open the car door, only to find that it wouldn't open.

With bloodshot eyes, Huang Qiaqia gripped the car seat tightly, screaming desperately.

"Driver, why aren't you stopping?"

The driver sighed and shook his head.