Quenching

"Clatter." The newspaper was pressed down on her incredulous hand. Wanli Ruoyu watched as the furrowed brows in front of her gradually widened. She sighed, pushed away Wu Haofeng, who didn't believe her from head to toe, and explained.

"Xing Songfeng made a mistake because Wanli Fuguang failed to discipline him properly, so he should bear the responsibility. I'm already so old, how can you expect me to be your successor?"

Looking at Wanli Ruoyu's calm and composed gaze, Wu Haofeng's facial muscles trembled, his lips parted several times, and he pointed at Xing Songfeng, who also had great doubts, and said in a trembling voice.

"He...this...do you want the Wanli family to be destroyed?"

"What do you suggest we do? As the heir, Wanli Fuguang is no longer the one to inherit; only Xing Songfeng remains."

Wanli Ruoyu crossed her legs, smoothed out the newspaper, and shook it again.

"Smack!" Xing Songfeng felt another sharp pain in his buttocks. Gritting his teeth, Xing Songfeng's eyes were full of anger, and the veins on his forehead bulged as he roared.

"Why do you keep hitting me? If you're so capable, go hit my uncle. He's the one who's causing trouble."

"How could it be that the master caused the trouble? You're the one who made a mess of things, causing the eldest young master to be unable to become the heir. Now that you, this piece of trash, are in charge, what will become of the Wanli family?"

"I...I...can't do it, Uncle, Uncle, you can punish me however you want, just let my cousin come back. I won't cause trouble anymore, I'll never cause trouble again, Uncle..."

The servants carrying the stretcher remained motionless, while Xing Songfeng lay on the stretcher, supporting himself on his arms as he crawled toward Wan Li Ruoyu, who was holding a newspaper.

"Thump, thump, thump."

Along with the knock on the door, a copy of the acquisition contract was handed to them.

Wu Haofeng clutched the acquisition contract, his hands trembling, his chest heaving violently, and then raised his hand to slap it hard again.

"Ouch, it hurts... Uncle, I can't be the heir, I can't! Making me the heir is like killing me! Uncle, Uncle, I won't cause any more trouble, Uncle..."

Wu Haofeng's cheeks flushed red as he gripped the acquisition contract and strode toward the desk.

"gentlemen."

Wanli Ruoyu leaned back, leisurely turning a page of the newspaper. Xing Songfeng's wailing echoed in the corridor. Wanli Ruoyu picked up her teacup, only to find it empty again.

******

Wanli Fuguang closed his notebook, casually handed the empty water bottle behind his back, and after a moment, turned his head slightly, curled his lips slightly, walked to the trash can, took the empty water bottle with one hand and threw it into the trash can, put away Wanli Fuguang's notebook, and advised.

"Young Master, I promise, the Second Young Master will never make the same mistake again. I beg you, please come back! I'll give you all my most valuable treasures."

"Don't I have enough of your written guarantees in my drawer?"

"Young Master, I promise I'll keep an eye on the Second Young Master from now on, okay?"

Wanli Fuguang stretched and snatched his notebook from Wu Haofeng's hand. Just as he was about to get into the car, Wu Haofeng stood in front of him with a cold face.

"Young Master, this is the car assigned to the heir."

"This is my own car."

"But only the heir of the Wanli family is entitled to the license plate, and so is the driver. He must be a member of the Wanli family. Now that the second young master does not allow you to ride in the car, you cannot ride in it."

Wu Haofeng stood firmly in front of Wanli Fuguang, acting as if he were in the right.

Wanli Fuguang raised an eyebrow, nodded, and was about to call a taxi when his hand was pressed down.

"I need to check if you still have any of the Wanli family's assets on you. The Wanli family is currently..."

"Wu Haofeng, the premise of threatening the other party is to ensure that the attack is successful. Otherwise, it will only let the other party know your purpose, and in the end, you will lose more than you gain."

"How can I not hit you? You're broke, so why don't you come back and be the heir?"

"Wu Haofeng, this car is a gift from my mother."

"Madam...no, you can't drive either, unless you intend to drive without a license."

"Okay, please keep it safe for me."

Wanli Fuguang bypassed Wu Haofeng and strode confidently forward.

"You can't leave, I haven't checked yet."

Wanli Fuguang chuckled, spread his arms, and gave a reminder.

“Wu Haofeng, Xing Songfeng is my cousin. He made a mistake because I didn’t discipline him properly. Instead of wasting your time here, you should address the root of the problem.”

"I……"

Wu Haofeng took a closer look and saw that Wanli Fuguang's shirt, trousers, leather shoes, watch, and notebook had all been changed. He... he really didn't intend to be the heir, just because... just because...

"Ouch... why did you hit me again?"

Xing Songfeng glared at Wu Haofeng through gritted teeth. Wu Haofeng glared back angrily at Xing Songfeng and gave the order.

“Carry the heir to the group.”

"I'm not going! Put me down! I... go find my cousin! I'm not going... let me go... ask for leave for me... go find my uncle..."

******

The stars twinkled mischievously in the sky. Wanli Fuguang nestled in a rocking chair with Huang Qiaqia in his arms, his chin rubbing against her dark hair, as he organized his thoughts in front of a tablet.

What are you planning to do?

"I plan to start a snack business and accumulate some capital first."

“I can invest.”

"You can support me, I'll figure out the investment!"

"Thump, thump, thump. Look."

Huang Qiaqia conjured a card from his hand and held it above his head. Wanli Fuguang smiled and his eyes crinkled.

"What else do you need? A friend's phone number? A factory survey?"

Huang Qiaqia's messy hair brushed against Wanli Fuguang's chest, tickling him. Her chubby little face pressed against Wanli Fuguang's neck, cool and refreshing. The scent of daisies wafted into his nostrils, and gradually Wanli Fuguang's blood boiled, making him unable to contain himself.

"I……"

Wanli Fuguang gripped the laptop tightly in his large hand, suppressing his scalding heat, the desire that was about to burst forth from his eyes on the screen almost spiraling out of control.

"I can help you find information and even introduce you to reliable employees. By the way, my robot cow, robot cat, and robot peacock can all be modified. You can add the functions you want..."

Huang Qiaqia turned around, and the notebook in Wanli Fuguang's hand was snatched away. A chill ran through his chest, and the unique scent of daisies wafted over him.

A new line appears on the laptop screen: Startup capital, customer traffic sources, store location, business license, product promotion...

With each press, Wanli Fuguang's chest held the tender power of each word, his eyes dark and unfathomable, and Yu Jie trembled slightly from restraint.

The moonlight surged, the cicadas chirped incessantly, and Wanli Fuguang's Adam's apple bobbed slightly. He really wanted to throw everything away, to throw the soft, fragrant woman in his arms onto the bed, to pounce on her fiercely, and to swallow this voluptuous beauty whole. Their breaths would mingle, and the warmth would caress her every inch, making her tremble and beg for mercy countless times. He would dance wildly without a care in the world, and they would be entwined in passion all night long.

Wanli Fuguang really wanted to...want...to embed people into his own body.

Huang Qiaqia, who was carefully examining the shop, seemed unaware of the urgency that had already spread behind her laptop. She was still innocently swinging her toes and patting Wanli Fuguang's hot chest with her chubby little hands.