Quenching

Wu Haofeng frowned and said solemnly.

“Teaching assistant, you couldn’t possibly be interested in Huang Qiaqia. As for your claim that the professor’s lab needs a college student like Huang Qiaqia, that’s just something you’re saying to appease her! Do you think you can sway our young master with Huang Qiaqia? You’re so wrong. She’s just a dessert our young master had on a whim!”

The teaching assistant watched quietly as Wanli Fuguang's calm eyes slowly darted around before asking a question.

"Young Master, is that really true?"

"It's absolutely true, Huang Qiaqia is someone my cousin is supporting. Don't get any funny ideas."

"The Wanli family would never suffer any loss of profit for the sake of a little girl."

Xing Songfeng and Wu Haofeng stood behind Wanli Fuguang, their postures upright and unmoving.

"Hehe, since that's the case, if you don't like this dessert, I hope you can let it go completely."

The teaching assistant slightly bent over, and when he looked up, Wanli Fuguang's dark eyes remained calm and composed, neither hurried nor violent.

Xing Songfeng glanced at Wu Haofeng, who gave him an approving look. Xing Songfeng scoffed.

"Nonsense, it's a dessert. You're full, what else do you want? Take it away. But I'm warning you, you're not allowed to make a move on Huang Qiaqia now."

The teaching assistant smiled and got up, slowly getting into the car. Wanli Fuguang's gaze drifted to the wall clock, his eyes gradually darkening, like a whirlpool in the deep sea, unfathomable. After a moment, he coldly uttered a sentence.

"Wu Haofeng, what time is it?"

Xing Songfeng and Wu Haofeng exchanged a glance, understanding each other perfectly.

"After getting into the extended Bugatti, Xing Songfeng complained."

"Cousin, if you're planning to deal with this teaching assistant, why are you still sitting there listening to his nonsense?"

Wanli Fuguang leisurely scrolled on his tablet, studying how to make sugar figurines.

Wu Haofeng dripped wax onto the watch knob, glared at Xing Songfeng, and muttered unhappily.

"Young Master, we don't want to hear that teaching assistant's nonsense, we want to hear our nonsense, and hear our attitude towards Huang Qiaqia."

"We disagreed, and we said so a long time ago, didn't we?"

Wu Haofeng put on his watch and looked at Wanli Fuguang with a curious expression.

“That’s right! We’ve already said it, and we’ve been trying to break them up, haven’t we? Young Master, why do you need us to say it to a dead man?”

Wanli Fuguang asked lightly.

Did you two succeed?

“Clean and neat.”

"You two are needed to do this kind of thing? Have you checked all the equipment in the vehicle?"

Xing Songfeng and Wu Haofeng looked at each other with disdain, examined the notebook in Wu Haofeng's hand, and said confidently.

"You checked it, the phone, tablet, dashcam, wiped them clean?"

Does the teaching assistant usually wear glasses, according to the materials?

"Eyes...glasses...can..."

"There's a listening device hidden in the glasses, how come we couldn't find it? Where did this teaching assistant come from?"

Wanli Fuguang glanced at the two of them, shook his head slightly, and sighed.

"You get all smug just because you overheard some of Microbiota's technical secrets, but you can't even find their remote monitoring equipment?"

Xing Songfeng raised his eyebrows and looked unhappy.

"Hmm? The teaching assistant is from the Weisheng family? That chubby little girl, Huang Qiaqia, seems to attract quite a few suitors, she's so..."

Before Xing Songfeng could finish speaking, Wu Haofeng punched him hard in the arm.

"Are you stupid? How could the Wei family possibly like Huang Qiaqia? They deliberately said they liked Huang Qiaqia to test the young master's feelings for her. If the young master's feelings for Huang Qiaqia are deep, they can use that to threaten him..."

"Business is about mutual benefit. If Wei Sheng's family tries to use emotions to coerce my cousin into giving in, who will do business with him in the future?"

Wu Haofeng punched Xing Songfeng's arm again, cursing.

"Are you stupid? If the young master is really in a deep relationship with Huang Qiaqia and is being threatened, how much benefit will it bring to the Weisheng family? Why would he care whether others do business with him or not?"

"You...I...you can't even find your visual device, and you're still blaming me?"

Wu Haofeng punched Xing Songfeng hard again and cursed.

"It's all your fault. You spent all your money on your stupid basketball. Now, the technology of companies like MicroBio is more advanced than ours. They can even put remote vision devices in eyeglass frames."

"Why are you criticizing me? When I took the shot, didn't you agree? You were even happily playing basketball yourself, and..."

Wu Haofeng was filled with resentment and clenched his fist again. Unexpectedly, this time, Xing Songfeng threw a punch first, hitting Wu Haofeng in the stomach.

Why did you hit me so hard?

"You hit me a few times, so I only hit you once? Why didn't you hit me harder?"

"You hit my stomach? What if you damage my internal organs?"

Xing Songfeng, panting heavily, raised his leg and kicked Wu Haofeng hard.

Why did you kick me again?

"I can't argue with you, so I won't kick you. I'll kick you to death."

Xing Songfeng kicked Wu Haofeng's leg with a sharp "smack," and Wu Haofeng slammed his tablet shut and raised his leg...

Wanli Fuguang, who was standing nearby, reacted quickly and grabbed Wu Haofeng's tablet computer, placing it on his lap as he shifted his position slightly forward. He then calmly gave instructions to the driver.

"You come with me to get off the bus first, and we'll go to the supermarket to pick out some groceries."

Two people, limping, got out of the extended Bugatti and helped each other walk into the building entrance.

Once inside, Xing Songfeng collapsed onto the sofa, the scorching sunlight making him close his eyes. Wu Haofeng pushed open the door and threw himself onto the bed in the study.

Huang Qiaqia sat on a single sofa watching a movie.

"Little girl, go get me some water."

"Your legs, have they run away from home?"

"I'll find someone to teach you how to skydive."

"I'll get it for you after the movie."

The mirror reflected the brilliant sunlight. Xing Songfeng, lying on the sofa, had beautiful eyebrows and eyes that curved gracefully. The golden light cascaded down on the boy's fair cheeks, and his peach-pink lips were also slightly curved like a bowstring.

A boy with an enchantingly handsome face, an impeccable physique, a crooked white shirt, and exposed abs—one, two, three… three…

"Clap."

The glass shards scattered, and the cool water gurgled backward.

"What...what were you doing just now?"

Huang Qiaqia suddenly shivered, her face gradually turning pale. The sunlight reflected in the mirror seemed to freeze instantly, slowly enveloping Huang Qiaqia.

Xing Songfeng coughed lightly, tugged at his white shirt, and immediately stood up and sat down.

"I...I'm going to play?"

"Are you going out to play?"

Suspicion, interrogation, fear.

"Nonsense, I'm not like you. I don't need to go to school or do homework. I'm the second young master. My biggest task every day is to play!"

"Where...where did you go?"

"Of course I went out... to eat, drink, and have fun?"

Under the blazing sun, suddenly, Huang Qiaqia, from the living room, roared, "You're lying!"

Wu Haofeng, who had already closed his eyes in the study, suddenly had a change of heart, jumped out of bed, and rushed to the living room. He saw Huang Qiaqia pointing at Xing Songfeng with trembling eyes and saying indignantly.