Quenching

"Even if I have to beg my seniors and teachers to do it, I will fight that child's father to the death."

"What about you?"

Yue Jiaorui asked her boyfriend.

"This is too unfair. What good are all the scholarships I receive if I can't even write the word 'news'?"

******

As they approached the third floor of the coffee shop, Huang Qiaqia pushed up her cheeks, raised her eyebrows, and sat down opposite Wanli Fuguang, who was staring at his laptop.

Wanli Fuguang pushed the notebook aside, a faint smile appearing on his lips.

"So early?"

Sunlight filtered through the thin clouds, casting wisps of light on Huang Qiaqia's face, which was trying hard to hide her worries.

"I'm sorry to have kept you waiting all night again; it's almost dawn."

Huang Qiaqia took a deep breath, raised her eyelids, glanced at the gift box on the coffee table, and unconsciously looked away from her gloomy eyes.

One's own negative emotions should not affect unrelated people, and one's own troubles should not disturb the lives of outsiders.

"I don't really like drinking coffee; it's a bit bitter."

"Ah."

"I don't know much about coffee either."

"Ah."

"I like coffee..."

Huang Qiaqia lowered her head, her eyes dim, clutching her coffee cup, her nose stinging, and her eyes burning with pain.

Coffee is really bitter and doesn't taste good at all, so why does everyone love to drink it?

She may never be able to wear any of the bracelets Wanli Fuguang gave her; instead, she may be replaced by cold handcuffs.

What does the pregnant woman's massive hemorrhage have to do with me? The pregnant woman grabbed me first, but why did the pregnant woman die? Huang Qiaqia did nothing wrong, nothing at all.

"Cold?"

Huang Qiaqia's icy hands were suddenly enveloped in a warm, large, and comfortable palm with well-defined knuckles.

The morning mist on the horizon gradually faded away, and the sunlight gently shone on the coffee table. Wisps of steam rose from the coffee. Is coffee really that bad?

"I……"

Huang Qiaqia slowly raised his head. He was so handsome, so gentlemanly, so considerate. But this kind of staged accident scam was so troublesome, so...

Wanli Fuguang secretly clenched his fist, trying to pull the small hand away from his palm.

"Would you like to fly a kite?"

The little hand, which wanted to escape, silently gave up the strength to pull back, quietly enjoying Wanli Fuguang's tight grip; his palm was very warm.

"Flying kites in winter?"

"It's windy."

Wanli Fuguang's lips curled slightly upward, exuding a unique charm. Huang Qiaqia's slightly hesitant gaze lingered on his warm face.

Don't forget to take your gift.

"I……"

Huang Qiaqia hesitated, her gaze falling on the gift box that Wanli Fuguang had pushed in front of her.

"I have to go to class soon!"

Wanli Fuguang, unhurried and steady, took the little hand in his, which looked like a lotus root sprout, and headed straight downstairs.

"A little faster."

He instructed the driver to get in the car, and Wanli Fuguang gently held Huang Qiaqia's chubby little hand as before.

As the sun gradually rises, its golden rays pour down, scattering red clouds and radiating boundless light.

Huang Qiaqia glanced at Wanli Fuguang beside him. With his handsome and dashing face, calm and composed demeanor, he exuded the aura of an emperor who reigned supreme.

"See you tomorrow."

At the entrance of Kong Xi University, Wan Lifuguang smiled slightly. This time it was good; he captured her chubby little hand in the photo.

Huang Qiaqia glanced at the departing car, pondered for a long time, and then took out her phone.

Her nose stung, and the bitterness in her chest poured out instantly. All her grievances and resentment erupted, and she shouted without restraint.

“Brother Sheng Shanxing, I did nothing wrong.”

******

Inside the coffee shop, Wanli Fuguang sat in a booth, legs crossed, his gaze carrying a hint of inquiry.

The first time, she wore a black down jacket with a thick knitted hat; the second time, she wore a brown coat with a beret and braided hair; the third time, she wore a pink bathrobe-style coat with her hair haphazardly tied up – three different styles of dressing.

Huang Qiaqia is clearly a girl who doesn't pay much attention to her appearance, so why did she have three different outfits in three days?

What could possibly take up an entire night and not be resolved until the next morning, and for two days in a row?

Wu Haofeng slowly walked upstairs and saw Wanli Fuguang with a slightly furrowed brow. He walked up to Wanli Fuguang without him noticing and raised his voice slightly.

"Master, are you looking for me?"

Upon seeing Wu Haofeng approach, Wanli Fuguang's brows relaxed slightly, his muscles loosened, and he leaned back a little.

Are you busy lately?

"Fortunately."

Wanli Fuguang looked up at Wu Haofeng and casually uttered a sentence.

"Do some work."

******

With the sun high in the sky, Huang Qiaqia stretched out a big yawn. Coincidentally, the teacher had something to do this afternoon, so she could go fly kites early.

The winter sun is bright and comfortable, and it feels warm on the skin.

Huang Qiaqia skipped and hopped to the school gate, happily running towards it. But after only a few steps, a soft sob stopped her in her tracks.

Wearing a clean and tidy green dinosaur-shaped sweater, with rosy cheeks and a runny nose, she walked helplessly toward Huang Qiaqia.

Huang Qiaqia looked down at the baby not far from her, who was walking straight towards her. She was slightly taken aback and unconsciously took a big step back.

Upon seeing Huang Qiaqia back away, the little dinosaur stretched out its little arms, wobbled, and charged towards Huang Qiaqia with a fierce yet adorable expression.

"What do you want from me... I..."

Huang Qiaqia's face gradually turned pale. She looked around in a panic and suddenly noticed the hamburger keychain on her backpack. Turning her head, she saw the little dinosaur with its head tilted back, staring straight at the hamburger keychain on her backpack.

It turned out the little dinosaur was hungry.

But... I can't eat this hamburger, this...

Huang Qiaqia's palms were sweating slightly. She quickly and subconsciously took a few big steps back. The little dinosaur's staggering steps became even more hurried. Perhaps because it had just learned to walk, its tender steps caused it to fall down and cry loudly in grievance.

Huang Qiaqia frowned, biting her lip tightly, her eyes filled with deep apology. She looked around helplessly, then suddenly noticed that they were for sale. She quickly ran over, paid, and bought a large one.

Huang Qiaqia was panting heavily. Just as she was about to bend down and hand the little dinosaur to him, she paused, took out her phone, and thought, "Damn it! It's so unreliable, I can't open it again. What's wrong?"

Huang Qiaqia stamped her feet, panting heavily, glanced at the little dinosaur with longing eyes and tears streaming down its face, and cried out, "Open it quickly, open it quickly..."

The midday sun was a bit too bright, making it hard for Huang Qiaqia to open her eyes. She turned her head slightly and suddenly noticed the gift box in her schoolbag. Huang Qiaqia's mind raced, and she remembered the new cell phone that Wanli Fuguang had given her.

The new phone is really powerful. Huang Qiaqia opened the video and bent down again.

When the little dinosaur saw this, it jumped up and was about to take the food with its chubby little hand when Huang Qiaqia suddenly shuddered as if she had been electrocuted. She raised her hand high, and the little dinosaur, seeing that it had been lifted up high, fell to the ground with a thud, lying on its back with its four legs in the air and wailing loudly.

Huang Qiaqia felt as if her heart had been ripped out; she wanted to reach out and hug the little dinosaur, but…