Quenching

Wanli Fuguang sighed deeply, took off his apron, and his eyes dimmed.

"She was taken away by someone else."

The flames in Huang Qiaqia's eyes reignited, and he looked indignant.

"Who is it? That's immoral, stealing someone else's girlfriend?"

"He's not as tall as me, not as handsome, his car isn't as new, and most importantly, he's older than me?"

"Are they still together? Your ex-girlfriend must be blind! She'd leave such a great guy like you for an old and ugly man."

Wanli Fuguang's eyes were filled with incomprehension.

"Alas! She still loves him deeply, and now the two of them are living in perfect harmony, like a pair of phoenixes singing in symphony. I..."

"What's so charming about older men? Your ex-girlfriend was such a beautiful woman, and she was bewitched by him."

"He drew my ex-girlfriend quite beautifully."

"painter?"

"sketch."

"I can too, with eyes like black gemstones, and hair as black as seaweed..."

Wu Haofeng handed over the drawing paper, Xing Songfeng held up the easel, Huang Qiaqia grasped the brush, and the robotic sheep cackled as it completed its task.

The stylist gave Huang Qiaqia a slight hair trim, the makeup artist opened the makeup case, and the stylist pushed in a batch of clothes. Wanli Fuguang's lips curled into a subtle smile.

Inside the extended Lincoln, Huang Qiaqia gazed at the beauty in the sketch, nodded in satisfaction, then, with a sudden thought, took out a mirror, examined his radiant self, puffed out his chest, and confidently asked the men in the car.

"Who's prettier, the two of us?"

With a gloomy face, Xing Songfeng coldly uttered a sentence.

"Of course you're ugly. You can't even compare to the gap between her toes."

Huang Qiaqia clenched his fist, raised his hand, and Xing Songfeng ran away in a flash.

Huh? Why is Wu Haofeng also carrying a drawing board and running so fast alongside Wanli Fuguang?

The joyful notes of eternal eighteen resonated among the celebrities and dignitaries enjoying their drinks.

The flawless white jade, the elegant jade chopsticks, the meticulously crafted delicacies from land and sea—a magnificent feast awaited them, yet Huang Qiaqia didn't even glance at them.

The wealthy men chatted eloquently, the ladies laughed and smiled radiantly, and Huang Qiaqia stretched her head, raising her glass and smiling at their long faces.

"did you find it?"

A deep, ambiguous voice poured down from above.

No! Have they left?

"Let's go upstairs and take a look."

Huang Qiaqia was about to reach out and take Wanli Fuguang's arm when she noticed that he had taken the first step and gone to greet Sheng Shanxing.

Hmm? Brother Sheng Shanxing is here too. I'll go say hello as well.

"Huang Qiaqia, there's lemonade for you on the second floor."

Wu Haofeng took the orange juice from Huang Qiaqia's hand and gently nudged her, signaling her to follow a servant.

After a long while, Huang Qiaqia took a breath, looked down at the first floor, at the pale pink staircase, and gazed up at the dazzling crystal chandelier, then rubbed her sore legs.

Huang Qiaqia glanced at the servant's back and shook her head. "You must be new here. You don't even know where the elevator is."

"If there's an urgent matter to report, we can't hog the elevator. Huang Qiaqia, this is your first time here, so you need to know what's important and what's urgent."

A refined voice came from behind. Wu Haofeng, dragging Huang Qiaqia's heavy skirt, gestured for Wanli Fuguang to wait for her at the railing.

Huang Qiaqia nodded obediently, took a breath, and started walking. She wondered why she had to go through the endless winding stairs when the villa wasn't very tall. If it were a straight staircase, she would have come up long ago.

Wanli Fuguang leaned against the railing, glanced at Wu Haofeng with a faint coldness in his eyes. Wu Haofeng put down Huang Qiaqia's skirt, shrugged, and took a step.

Huang Qiaqia wiped the sweat from his brow, looking at him with a complaining expression.

"If I had known I was going to climb this mountain, I wouldn't have worn high heels."

Wanli Fuguang gave a faint smile, put his arm around Huang Qiaqia's waist, and walked towards the luxurious living room.

On the soft, comfortable Barbie pink sofa, a beautiful woman sits gracefully, her face as beautiful as a flower reflected in water, as lovely as a peach blossom in March, her skin as delicate as white porcelain, her soft hands gently gathering her cloud-like curly black hair, like a fish in water, possessing a captivating beauty.

After a short while, Huang closed his mouth, glanced at the old man with thick eyebrows and thorn-like features beside the beautiful woman, and then admired the slender woman beside him.

Wanli Fuguang smiled and pulled Huang Qiaqia closer into his arms.

"This is my beloved ex-girlfriend, Shan Shuang Lingze. When I was a child, I always said that when I grew up, I would marry her."

"This is the old man who stole my ex-girlfriend, Wanli Ruoyu."

Huang Qiaqia glared at Wanli Fuguang with a calculating look on her face. Wanli Fuguang hugged Huang Qiaqia tightly and kissed her lips deeply without any attempt to hide it.

As if electrocuted, Huang Qiaqia suddenly pushed Wanli Fuguang away. Her chubby face turned bright red, and her neck felt hot. She frantically pressed against Wanli Fuguang's chin.

Xing Songfeng clicked his tongue lightly, expressing his disdain.

"I told you she's stupid! She's not good enough for my cousin. And you still see her."

Huang Qiaqia, panting heavily, took a step to stand three feet away from Wanli Fuguang, looked down at her empty hands, and dug her toes into the ground, feeling extremely embarrassed.

"Huang Qiaqia, have you eaten?"

The soft, tingling sound of the single and double Lingze is like a gentle breeze, refreshing yet gentle, making people feel comfortable, like the soft and melodious sounds of nature.

Huang Qiaqia took a breath, and an impatient voice said coldly.

"He was given a steamed bun, half a sandwich, and a large glass of goat milk."

Xing Songfeng supported the sketches of Shan Shuanglingze and Wanli Ruoyu with one hand, while Huang Qiaqia shut her mouth and lowered her head in shame.

"Huang Qiaqia, the scarf you knitted for me is very warm, thank you."

Her single and double eyebrows, as delicate as crescent moons, slowly rose, like gentle ripples spreading out, softly falling into Huang Qiaqia's flustered eyes.

"The auntie next door had knitted most of it, and she just stood there with the needle, staring blankly at it."

Xing Songfeng propped up two sketches with one hand, leaned back on the sofa, and glanced at Huang Qiaqia.

Huang Qiaqia gritted her teeth, turned her head slightly, and stared at Xing Songfeng with a piercing gaze.

"Would you like to take a walk in the garden?"

Dan Shuanglingze extended her fair and slender hand, Wanli Fuguang gave Huang Qiaqia an affirming look, and slowly sat down on the sofa.

Wanli Ruoyu walked slowly towards the bedroom on the third floor.

With a "thud," Wanli Ruoyu's sketch body swayed, and Wu Haofeng returned to his study on the second floor, comfortably sitting in his custom-made executive chair. He gestured to the person next to him to play the phonograph and comfortably opened his laptop.

The servant came over and took away the sketch of Wanli Ruoyu, who was leaning to one side. Xing Songfeng closed his eyes and let go of the sketch of Dan Shuang Lingze that he had been supporting.

******

On the second floor, in Wanli Fuguang's diving model room, Huang Qiaqia pushed away the large hand that was gripping her arm and questioned him.

"I was all excited and full of questions today, ready to go find your ex-girlfriend?"

"Didn't I bring you here to clear up your doubts?"