Quenching

Dad handed the Wagyu beef back to Huang Qiaqia.

"Hehe, I don't know if you will marry him or not, I only know that if he wants to marry you, his family will come to propose marriage."

Besides, even if you get married in the future, you should still come back and have meals with us whenever you have time.

A gentle evening breeze blew as Wanli Fuguang stood by the window, gazing at the swaying leaves outside.

"Young Master, I have an online meeting in an hour."

"Okay, go ahead!"

Wanli Fuguang took off his apron and handed it to Wu Haofeng.

******

In the Cayenne, Xing Songfeng hung up the phone and nudged Wu Haofeng, who was revising the article.

"are you ready?"

"Ah."

My cousin said he'd be here in a bit. He told us to wait. Why do you think he asked the two of us to come?

"Ask about it in a bit."

Xing Songfeng glanced around and saw that the teaching assistant seemed to be revising an article as well.

After class, Huang Qiaqia went straight to the school cafeteria. Just as she put the braised pork into her mouth, a figure with deep eyebrows and long eyes sat down opposite her and said slowly and deliberately.

"Doesn't home-cooked food taste good? Is food from outside delicious? Hmm?"

Huang Qiaqia ignored him, picked up a chicken wing, and started eating it by himself.

"You didn't come home last night, didn't you even call?"

Huang Qiaqia swallowed a mouthful of braised pork without expression, then ate a big mouthful of fragrant rice.

Wanli Fuguang gave a soft hum, leaned back, and said earnestly, word by word, with a slight curve at the corner of his eye.

"I soaked some glutinous rice and some regular rice. I cut the pineapple into small, bright yellow pieces, peeled the golden crab meat, and prepared large chunks of cheese, green peas, soft and fluffy pork floss, and snow-white mushrooms..."

"I don't want mushrooms in my pineapple fried rice? I already told you last time, you..."

Huang Qiaqia lost her composure in an instant, abruptly looking up, frowning, putting down her chopsticks, her voice tinged with anger.

Wanli Fuguang slowly got up and sat down next to Huang Qiaqia. Huang Qiaqia shifted her position, leaving an empty space between them. Wanli Fuguang glanced at Huang Qiaqia's furrowed brows and smiled.

"Should I eat in the cafeteria too?"

"I'm full, you can eat by yourself!"

Huang Qiaqia stood up, but before she could pick up her tray, a sudden force on her shoulder pushed her back into her seat.

"See how much you have left, eat it all."

"I'm stuffed."

"I don't know how much you eat. Don't waste food."

Huang Qiaqia puffed out her cheeks, picked up her chopsticks again, and pondered the golden pineapple rice. The white rice in her mouth no longer tasted good.

Wanli Fuguang glanced at the slow chewing motions and explained.

"The pineapple rice was prepared last night, and we ate it all. There's none left."

"Why didn't you save some for me? I want to eat pineapple fried rice, you know that, right?"

"You're not planning to come home for lunch today either, so who am I saving it for?"

"I……"

Huang Qiaqia took a big bite of white rice, glared resentfully at Wanli Fuguang, and remained silent while eating and sleeping.

"Hehe, let's go home, buy some pineapples first, and make pineapple rice tonight."

The last bite of white rice on the plate was eaten. Wanli Fuguang took Huang Qiaqia's hand and started walking, welcoming the fragrance of lush green grass.

With the gentle spring breeze, Wanli Fuguang stubbornly held the chubby little girl wriggling in his arms, comfortably lying in the lounge chair on the balcony, basking in the sunlight.

What were you doing when you were seven years old?

Wanli Fuguang placed Huang Qiaqia's chubby little hand in his palm, a lazy smile playing on his lips.

"Let's study!"

"What about when you're eleven?"

"Let's study!"

"No, you were studying for the bid. When you were thirteen, you had already inherited the family business, while I was still hanging out in all sorts of food streets."

Wanli Fuguang pinched Huang Qiaqia's chubby little face and curled his lips.

"Aren't you thinking about how to eat and drink to your heart's content right now? I tricked you out of your money with just one pineapple rice meal."

"Why do you want to learn from Xing Songfeng but not him? He's also a member of your Wanli family!"

Huang Qiaqia's chubby little face was delicate and alluring. Wanli Fuguang's large hand unconsciously moved down, and gradually Wanli Fuguang's breath became entwined with Huang Qiaqia's fair and delicate neck. His warm and broad hand, which was eager to move, slowly released Huang Qiaqia's little hand and slowly moved up. Wave after wave of deep affection surged into Wanli Fuguang's dark eyes.

"Why do you want to be the heir? Why shouldn't Xing Songfeng be the heir?"

Huang Qiaqia frowned slightly and nudged the stubborn shoulder, hoping he would answer the question. However, a surge of heat welled up inside him, and the burning desire grew deeper and stronger. The only response Huang Qiaqia gave him was a lick and a deep kiss.

Wanli Fuguang's breath drifted to the other side, his nose pressed firmly against Huang Qiaqia's delicate skin, and his large hands roamed more and more brazenly, even attempting to slip inside Huang Qiaqia's dress.

This guy didn't stop there. In the blink of an eye, Huang Qiaqia puffed out his cheeks, grabbed Wanli Fuguang's hair, and flipped his head up.

With a dazed look in his eyes, Wanli Fuguang met Huang Qiaqia's angry gaze. He gently pushed away her chubby little hand, rubbed his head, and made a random sarcastic remark.

“He didn’t study well, so he simply stopped studying. I studied well, so my family naturally kept a strict eye on me, and I became the heir.”

Huang Qiaqia clenched his fist and punched Wanli Fuguang hard in the chest.

"Why did you learn so well, and so quickly? Why didn't you let Xing Songfeng be the successor?"

"I was wrong."

Wanli Fuguang rubbed his cheek against Huang Qiaqia's; her chubby face was so soft.

"Stop trying to bluff your way out of things."

"If I learn little and live a carefree life like the wind in the pine trees, would you like that?"

Wanli Fuguang gently sipped a mouthful of the rosy cheeks; the taste was sweet and refreshing.

Huang Qiaqia glared at Wanli Fuguang hatefully and slapped his lips away.

Wanli Fuguang stared at Huang Qiaqia in his arms, his nostrils flared slightly, his chest heaving, and his eyes filled with inexplicable annoyance.

Wanli Fuguang felt his blood rush to his head and suddenly grabbed Huang Qiaqia's chin hard.

"what."

His large hand gripped her trembling shoulder, an uncontrollable plunder, a domineering warmth, an obsessive and reckless passion, an endless, domineering entanglement.

The pineapple flavor in Huang Qiaqia's mouth had long since vanished, and for a long time, he was still wallowing in it alone.

Suddenly, Wanli Fuguang's head felt a tingling pain, so he reluctantly let go. With a smile, he gazed at the angry little face, wanting to kiss her soft, red lips one more time.

"Why didn't you tell me sooner? About my boyfriend? Did I have to find out from the teaching assistant?"

Huang Qiaqia's handsome face loomed large again. He pushed the chiseled chin aside with one hand, his sharp eyes fixed on Wanli Fuguang with unstoppable force.

Wanli Fuguang smiled calmly, gently kissed Huang Qiaqia's cheek, and explained.

“If I told you all at once that my family owns real estate and mineral resources, your brother Sheng Shanxing would definitely not agree to you dating me. How could I hold you in my arms now?”

Wanli Fuguang gazed at Huang Qiaqia's delicate ears, sucking on them, curling them up, and lingering with longing.