Quenching

Huang Qiaqia sighed, dragged his heavy steps, sat in the passenger seat of Sheng Shanxing's car, looked at his resolute face, sighed deeply, and took out his e-reader.

******

Dan Shuanglingze pushed away the makeup remover cotton from the servant's hand and turned to ask Wanli Ruoyu.

"Why did Wanli Fuguang only send Huang Qiaqia two sketches?"

Wanli Ruoyu turned her head to stare at the sketch, her brows slightly furrowed.

"Wanli Fuguang is telling us that in Huang Qiaqia's heart, we have no color."

"What do you mean?"

“Aside from our appearance, Huang Qiaqia knows absolutely nothing about us.”

"Why didn't Wanli Fuguang properly introduce us to Huang Qiaqia? It's like he tricked Huang Qiaqia into coming here."

"I guess Huang Qiaqia doesn't really want to marry Wanli Fuguang, and is still considering it."

Dan Shuanglingze sneered and shoved the servant's hand away.

"Hehe, she doesn't want to marry Wanli Fuguang."

"No, Huang Qiaqia means..."

"What do you mean? She looks down on Wanli Fuguang? Who does she think she is?"

Dan Shuanglingze's gentle gaze instantly turned cold as she got up and walked towards the bathroom. Wanli Ruoyu followed closely behind, but just as she was about to take a step, she noticed the servant beside her looking at her with disdain and asked in confusion.

"What happened to me?"

"You're not going to say that Huang Qiaqia feels she's not good enough for the Wanli family?"

"Isn't that exactly what I meant? Didn't you understand, Madam?"

Wanli Ruoyu took a deep breath, slowly sat down, and shook her head.

"Then hurry up and go! What are you doing sitting down?"

"Never mind, bring the sketch over, and also bring a pen."

Why did you alter Huang Qiaqia's sketch?

"She didn't draw well. Look how thick she drew my eyebrows. Even Wanli Fuguang didn't point it out."

"Let's fix Madam's first! Your eyebrows are drawn very well!"

Wanli Ruoyu pursed her lips, put down her pen, and, thinking of the teaching assistant Wanli Fuguang had mentioned, gave instructions.

"Give her a call and tell her about the teaching assistant situation."

The servant hung up the phone, and Wanli Ruoyu looked up at him.

She said, "I understand."

After the servant gave a mechanical reply, he took away the two sketches.

Wanli Ruoyu stretched her neck and shouted.

"Why are you taking it? I haven't finished revising it yet!"

The servant strode off without looking back, pondering how inappropriate it was to casually alter someone else's sketch.

Wanli Ruoyu put down her pen, looked at the servant's back, and sighed in her heart. "I can't change Huang Qiaqia's painting, and I can't change your temper either."

******

In the magnificent lobby, Xing Songfeng lay drunk on the carpet, while Wu Haofeng nestled on the sofa with slightly flushed cheeks. If only Wanli Fuguang's patience with Huang Qiaqia were put on the table, then with just a word from Wanli Fuguang, Wu Haofeng would make sure Huang Qiaqia was completely out of Wanli Fuguang's sight.

The fragrance of gardenias wafted through the air. A drowsy Xing Songfeng shook his head, his half-closed eyes straining to lift, searching for the graceful figure taking in the gentle steps.

Upon hearing a clear, sweet cry, Xing Songfeng jumped up, only to be pulled back by a force.

"Wu Haofeng, let go of her. She was the one just now. I need to find her."

"Alright, you've really fallen for her. Hurry up and move on to the next girl!"

Wu Haofeng pulled hard, and Xing Songfeng almost fell down in the spacious lobby.

With his monkey-like face, Xing Songfeng shook off Wu Haofeng's hand, staggered, and pushed open the door to the luxurious private room, staring intently at Kong Yanfei, who was chatting and laughing with her friends.

"I want...I want to see her one more time, to hug her, to kiss her, kiss...huh? Who kisses her? Me..."

Xing Songfeng glared furiously at the man holding a wine glass in the private room, wanting to lightly kiss Kong Yanfei's cheek. His chest heaved violently, and his blood rushed wildly to the top of his head.

The man, right in front of Xing Songfeng, went a step further and patted Kong Yanfei's bare shoulder.

With a fierce look on his face, Xing Songfeng was like a wild beast trapped in a cage, suddenly breaking free. He concentrated all his accumulated strength in his feet, took a rapid running start, and leaped up, kicking the man in the chest.

Xing Songfeng took the opportunity to pull Kong Yanfei up, hugged her in his arms, and comforted her warmly.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here."

"Xing Songfeng, what are you doing here? If you're going to cause trouble while you're drunk, go somewhere else. Don't come here to make a scene."

Kong Yanfei glared fiercely at Xing Songfeng, trying to push away his chest, but he was holding her too tightly.

"I'm protecting you. Can't you see he has ulterior motives towards you?"

"Can you please stop talking nonsense?"

"How could I be talking nonsense? I..."

With a "smack," five bright red handprints landed on Xing Songfeng's cheek. Kong Yanfei turned around gracefully and left without looking back.

Wu Haofeng's face was gloomy. He grabbed Xing Songfeng by the back of his collar and shoved him into the Lamborghini.

******

Wanli Fuguang, with a bitter face, forcefully pressed down on the sonar of the submarine model, grabbed the coat from the servant's hand, and had no choice but to drag his heavy steps toward the elevator.

"Knock, knock." The door to Wanli Ruoyu's study was knocked open.

In Wanli Ruoyu's study, Xing Songfeng glanced at Wu Haofeng, who was hunched over beside him, and then at Wanli Fuguang, whose face was dark. He then let out a burp in a daze.

Wanli Ruoyu, holding up a newspaper to cover her face, was the first to speak.

"Second Young Master, where did you go for some fun today?"

Xing Songfeng gave a relaxed answer with his eyes glazed over.

"Got out for drinks."

"I didn't do anything else."

"No?"

"Where are the heroes who intervened?"

"Am I that kind of person? No, what's wrong? What happened?"

Xing Songfeng stared blankly at Wanli Ruoyu, who was holding a newspaper and puffing out her chest in conviction.

A cool breeze swept by, and Xing Songfeng suddenly saw Wanli Ruoyu's stern face and sensed the anger around him, so he put away his nonchalant attitude.

"My second young master, do you go out without anyone with you? Do you have to lift your foot and kick people yourself?"

Wanli Ruoyu's voice became increasingly filled with barely concealed anger, and her tone grew deeper and deeper.

"What's wrong with me kicking him? He was being disrespectful to Kong Yanfei, can't I teach him a lesson?"

Xing Songfeng blinked, casting a pleading look at Wanli Fuguang, who was wearing a bitter expression. Wanli Fuguang's eyes darkened, and Xing Songfeng immediately turned his head. Wu Haofeng kicked Xing Songfeng hard, sending him sprawling to the ground.

"I...I...What happened to me?"

Wu Haofeng glared angrily at Xing Songfeng and roared.

“A few minutes after we left, he was wailing on the ground, his eyes were white, and his whole body was convulsing.”

"He He……"

Xing Songfeng suddenly stood up, a layer of cold sweat appearing on his forehead.

Wu Haofeng sighed helplessly.

"he died."

"how is this possible?"

“He has a heart condition, and your kick hit him squarely in the groin. He’s dead now.”

"No, I... isn't he just a small-time director?"

"That's right, he's an unknown director, but his wife sitting next to him is a well-known reporter."

"A well-known journalist?"