Quenching

"You weren't going out to eat, drink, and have fun at all. You don't need to carry a gun when you go out to play?"

"Have you never been to any shady places? Is it safe to play around in there without a gun? This is called self-defense, don't you understand?"

"Knowing it's improper and unsafe, why go?"

"What's so fun about a proper place? Are you...?"

Before Xing Songfeng could finish speaking, Huang Qiaqia picked up a large durian from the coffee table. Wu Haofeng took a breath and was about to rush over when, thankfully, the durian was only placed on the sofa. He took a deep breath.

Seeing the large hole in the sofa, Xing Songfeng's eyes blazed with anger. He rolled up his sleeves, clenched his fists, and cursed.

"You little brat, you're trying to kill me."

"I'm going to smash you to death, to teach you a lesson for persecuting women."

"I...I wouldn't use the word 'persecution'...or...women. Just based on my looks alone, countless young, radiant girls would throw themselves at me. Not to mention the Wanli family..."

"Someone would actually be interested in someone as ugly as you? They must be blind!"

"I'm crooked..."

"You are."

Huang Qiaqia gritted his teeth, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, grabbed half a watermelon from the coffee table, and Wu Haofeng quickly reached out to stop him.

Oh, what a pity, it wasn't in time.

Xing Songfeng shook the watermelon juice off his arm, widened his eyes, his veins bulging, and said hysterically.

"Are you crazy?"

"Am I crazy? How many innocent girls have been driven insane by people like you? You've ruined their lives."

"Did I ruin it? It was them..."

"That's exactly the kind of person you are."

"Little brat, don't try to be cute with me. I don't believe that even Kong Yanfei knows, but you don't?"

"what do you know?"

"Sheng Shanxing's men are also armed, and..."

"Walking in the Pine Breeze".

Wu Haofeng gave him a fierce look, and Xing Songfeng, panting heavily, stared menacingly at Huang Qiaqia, whose mouth was agape.

"Impossible, no..."

Huang Qiaqia murmured to herself, escaped to her room, and found her phone.

The robot sheep squeaked as it completed its task. Wanli Fuguang, with a cold face, looked at the two sullen heads and angrily uttered a sentence.

"Go clean the toilet and the kitchen."

Under the bright moonlight, Wanli Fuguang hung up the phone with Sheng Shanxing and gently pushed open the door to Huang Qiaqia's bedroom.

"You little glutton, what time is it? Aren't you going to eat yet?"

"I'm not hungry."

"In the kitchen, there's a fragrant roast duck, vibrant green rapeseed, and a rosy red velvet cake..."

"Sheng Shanxing's bodyguards don't have guns, so why is Xing Songfeng talking nonsense?"

I don't know if Xing Songfeng is talking nonsense or not, but I think Wu Haofeng, like me, longs for a quiet night.

Wanli Fuguang's warm hand was about to take Huang Qiaqia's chubby little hand when Huang Qiaqia, sitting at the computer desk, suddenly pulled her hand back as if she had been electrocuted, and slowly raised her eyes.

Huang Qiaqia's eyes grew increasingly deep with unease. Biting her lip, she stared at the tall, imposing figure behind her through the black screen, feeling that he harbored too many secrets, as unfathomable as the pitch-black night, impossible to fathom.

Her lover was somewhat frightening, and she dared not think too deeply about him. Yet, at this moment, his dark eyes were gazing at her tenderly, like black holes, drawing even the light emanating from her into his presence, making her unable to extricate herself.

"I'm meeting my parents tomorrow. Shall we grab something to eat first?"

Wanli Fuguang's warm hand covered Huang Qiaqia's cool hand. After a long while, Huang Qiaqia shook her head, pursed her lips, and withdrew her hand.

Wanli Fuguang smiled calmly, brought his breath close to Huang Qiaqia's ear, and whispered softly.

"Do you think that everyone in our family is carrying heavy weapons, and that if we take the wrong stairs, bullets might fly out?"

Huang Qiaqia turned her head, her brows furrowing even more, avoiding Wanli Fuguang's scorching breath. Wanli Fuguang then rubbed his high nose against Huang Qiaqia's cheek, his body pressing even closer to hers.

"Are you afraid that if my parents don't approve of us, Xing Songfeng will kill you and you'll never see your parents again?"

A warm hand covered Huang Qiaqia's downcast little head, and the little head shook even more violently.

"I can't see my uncle and aunt anymore."

"Didn't we already agree on this?"

Wanli Fuguang wanted to hug her tightly again, but her defensive little hands were already pressed against Wanli Fuguang's chest.

"How about we get something to eat first..."

"You little glutton, you want a midnight snack, don't you?"

"How about we go get some snacks..."

"What you like..."

Wanli Fuguang looked at Huang Qiaqia, who was as steady as a mountain, and then, with a change of heart, curled his lips and said.

"Heh, you're so timid, but you're not even as brave as my ex-girlfriend?"

Suddenly, Huang Qiaqia raised her delicate eyebrows slightly, her eyes sharp, staring intently at Wanli Fuguang's tall and imposing back, and took hurried steps.

"Stop right there! Don't you dare leave! Explain yourself! What ex-girlfriend? You actually have an ex-girlfriend? Who is she?"

"Speaking of which, she's a great beauty..."

Wanli Fuguang handed chopsticks to Huang Qiaqia and pushed a plate of fragrant rice in front of her.

"Her curly hair was soft and smooth..."

Huang Qiaqia, biting her toothbrush, stared at Wanli Fuguang, whose face was filled with happiness, and spoke softly with sweetness.

"Her most beautiful feature is her exquisitely crafted nose, radiant and exuding confidence and composure. My favorite thing to do is to rub against her nose, her nose..."

Huang Qiaqia's eyes widened, and she threw off the covers and sprang up from the bed.

"You dared to touch her nose. What else did you two do?"

Wanli Fuguang pressed down on Huang Qiaqia's shoulders and covered her with a blanket.

"I don't remember the specifics, but I can ask her when we meet tomorrow?"

Huang Qiaqia suddenly sprang up from the bed, a flame flickering in her eyes as she stared intently at Wanli Fuguang, who was curling his lips into a smile.

"Tomorrow? Why do we need to meet?"

"I heard she'll be at a small party, which I happen to be attending as well."

"Oh."

The flames in Huang Qiaqia's eyes subsided considerably, and she slowly lay down.

The morning light slowly crept onto the bed, the aroma of plump steamed buns woke Huang Qiaqia from her hazy sleep.

Wanli Fuguang ruffled Huang Qiaqia's hair, handed her a toothbrush with toothpaste already squeezed on it, and said casually.

"Want to come to the party with me?"

"I can't understand the things you guys do at your work gatherings."

"It's not a strictly business-related gathering, so family members are allowed."

Huang Qiaqia shook her head. She wasn't interested in business gatherings. During her time with Wanli Fuguang, she knew that he was devoted to her and not the type to cheat on her.

Of course, although Huang Qiaqia was very unhappy that Wanli Fuguang was hugging and shopping with his ex-girlfriend, what could she do since it was just a matter of time and she had appeared after Wanli Fuguang's first love? Hmm? No, wait a minute?

Why did you break up?