Quenching

"Remember, neither of you are allowed to admit it, even if you're beaten to death. Understand?"

Wanli Ruoyu waved her hand, and Wu Haofeng respectfully withdrew, letting out a long sigh of relief.

The servant beside him handed over Liu Songtao's information and sighed.

"Liu Songtao deserved it, but it's a pity that it's her precious daughter who suffered."

Wanli Ruoyu took the tablet, flipped through the shady dealings Liu Songtao had done, and said calmly.

"What's wrong? You're upset because Liu Songtao didn't suffer?"

The servant frowned and emphasized his words.

"Yes, I feel very uncomfortable."

"What should I do?"

The servant's own answer.

"give it to me!"

"How come you're not as smart as Wu Haofeng? Send a message to Goddess Wu Haofeng and tell her that we need to take down the people above Liu Songtao and let her do the cleanup."

"The people above?"

"Nonsense, Liu Songtao is such a good-for-nothing. Without connections, how could he have risen through the ranks so quickly?"

"Oh, and then what? Leave Liu Songtao to me."

"Oh, isn't there still Wanli Fuguang?"

The servant pouted, staring at the back of Wanli Ruoyu's head, and asked impatiently.

"Young Master, what's wrong?"

"Take care of Liu Songtao, then it's up to you."

Wanli Ruoyu took a deep breath, shook her head, and picked up the newspaper again.

The servant rolled up his sleeves, full of energy, and cheerfully poured Wanli Ruoyu a large cup of tea.

"Haha, that's great."

"I'm not thirsty."

"It doesn't matter, I'm happy and want to pour some tea."

******

At home in the residential complex, Huang Qiaqia smoothed out the Ultraman costume on Wanli Fuguang's body, held up a camera, tilted his head back, and chuckled foolishly.

"My boyfriend looks handsome in anything."

"Hmm? My little boyfriend."

"Yes, you're only two years older than me, so of course you're my younger boyfriend. I used to call you 'Grandpa' because I thought you were old-fashioned, but I've noticed you've become much more cheerful lately."

"Light and refreshing?"

"Yes, it's done."

Huang Qiaqia put down the camera, looked at Wanli Fuguang's Ultraman costume, her face turned red, and she laughed heartily. Wanli Fuguang changed his clothes, glanced at the bright red sun, felt that it was a bit hot, picked up Huang Qiaqia's little pig water cup, and took a big gulp of water.

"The water in the cup is cold; in spring, you should drink warm water."

He just needs cold water.

"Huang Qiaqia, I need to go on a business trip for a while?"

"On business trip?"

Huang Qiaqia blinked, her big, bright eyes showing a hint of surprise.

"what happened?"

Wanli Fuguang stepped forward, getting closer to Huang Qiaqia. The muscles on his face showed a hint of tension. He knew Huang Qiaqia was worried about something, and that he wouldn't leave her.

"You're actually going on a business trip? It must be something big happening in the real estate industry. Wait a minute?"

Huang Qiaqia turned around and ran back to her room quickly. She took out her account book, pushed it in front of Wanli Fuguang, and pointed to the numbers on it.

“Mr. Rich man, look at my budget, where can I buy a house?”

Wanli Fuguang relaxed all his muscles, grinned, and his eyes shone with a captivating light.

"You think there's going to be a big move in the real estate market, and you want to buy a property now while prices are low, then sell it when prices are higher and make a small profit?"

"exactly."

Huang Qiaqia gave it a thumbs-up with an expression of admiration, and Wanli Fuguang gave it a thumbs-up.

"Hehe, how's your feed mill going? Do you have enough money?"

"With Wu Haofeng's help, we quickly bought a large factory building, and ordered the latest machinery and equipment. Uncle Peng said that the money is flowing out like water, and we are planning to take out a bank loan."

Upon hearing the word "loan," a hint of displeasure flashed across Wanli Fuguang's eyes.

Huang Qiaqia stared wide-eyed at Wanli Fuguang and shook his arm vigorously.

"Mr. Tycoon, quickly reveal some inside information?"

"There aren't any big plans, but I know of a place that's going to be demolished soon due to zoning. If you buy a house there now, you'll make a fortune in no time!"

"Really, that's great! This way we don't need to take out a loan anymore; the paperwork is too complicated."

Wanli Fuguang's smile returned to his face. He coughed twice, looked very smug, plopped down on the sofa, and waved.

"Bring me pen and ink, sir. I'll write down the exact location for you."

"okay."

Huang Qiaqia jumped three feet high, bent over, and presented the ballpoint pen with both hands. Wanli Fuguang held the ballpoint pen, writing with vigorous and powerful strokes.

Huang Qiaqia nestled in Wanli Fuguang's arms, holding up her notebook with a smile in her eyes.

"It could probably increase tenfold. It's a secret, I'm telling you, but you have to keep it a secret. I'm not easily... I..."

In an instant, Wanli Fuguang's cheeks flushed, his heart pounded, his blood rushed to his head, and he felt hot and restless. He stammered.

"You...why did you suddenly kiss me? I..."

"Oh. No, that's not right."

Huang Qiaqia, who was all smiles, stopped smiling and quickly wiped Wanli Fuguang's cheek with her hand.

"I'm not upset, why did you wipe it off?"

Wanli Fuguang looked puzzled; he felt that the stronger the feeling, the better.

"I'm too petty; kissing you would sound like flattery, which isn't appropriate."

"I...that...I..."

Wanli Fuguang's newly risen restlessness was abruptly extinguished, and he stared at Huang Qiaqia with a look of disappointment.

Seeing her, focused only on the name of the building she had written, her charming smile returned, but...

"Oh, what a pity."

Huang Qiaqia looked up at Wanli Fuguang, sighed deeply, put down her notebook, and snuggled back into Wanli Fuguang's arms.

"Your budget could buy several houses? Still not enough money?"

"The money is enough, but I mean, you couldn't even sit in the audience for my performance at the school anniversary celebration."

"You're an actor..."

Wanli Fuguang frowned slightly. During the school anniversary performance, a chubby girl was playing a witch, a king, and a dragon...

"A stone pier."

"Do the stone piers even need a performance?"

"Yes, I'm hiding behind the stone pillar, in charge of distributing and collecting props."

"That's a pity. But you can make a copy of the recording, and when I get back, we can watch your performance together at home."

"Ok, deal."

******

The flavor is deep and rich, the dragon's roar is faint and subtle.

In the park, Wanli Fuguang sat on a bench, sipping a cappuccino, listening to a recording of Xingsongfeng's friend recounting the entire process of Xingsongfeng's involvement in the matter, which was described in great detail.

Liu Songtao, who was quite old, had a gloomy face and spoke slowly and deliberately.

"The hospital's DNA has also been tested."

Wanli Fuguang held a cappuccino in both hands, yawned, stared at the stone pier not far away, and said listlessly.

“I had something important to do today, but you dragged me out here, wasting my time.”

"The hospital's findings have been obtained, and some of the club's employees from that day are also willing to testify."

"Heh, evidence? I can find a bunch of people right now and gather a ton of evidence to prove that you did this."

As soon as Wanli Fuguang finished speaking, Liu Songtao stared intently at Wanli Fuguang, his whole body filled with murderous intent, and he stammered out a sentence.