Quenching

"No need, I can do it myself."

Wanli Fuguang gritted his teeth, pushed Huang Qiaqia off him, and went into the bathroom. He lowered his head. Now that he had tasted the forbidden fruit, he would definitely not be able to control himself day and night. How could he have any mind to focus on running the shop?

Silver moonlight spilled onto the ground. Huang Qiaqia's crimson lips curved slightly. Wanli Fuguang was capable and competent; he wouldn't rely on himself forever. It was better that he wasn't the heir to the Wanli family.

******

"I don't want to be this lousy heir."

Xing Songfeng threw off his long-sleeved formal attire, angrily took the water cup from the servant's hand, tilted his head back, his face suddenly turned cold, and he cursed at the servant.

"In 35-degree weather, I could tolerate wearing a suit and sunbathing. But now that it's just the two of us left in the room, I can't even have a cold drink of water."

"Warm water is more thirst-quenching."

"Nonsense, you're just worried that I'll get diarrhea from drinking cold water and that it will delay my meeting with those old geezers this afternoon."

"Second Young Master, have you memorized their names? They..."

"I'm not keeping track anymore, I'm never keeping track again, I quit, whoever wants to do it can do it?"

With a "crack," scattered glass cups shattered at Wu Haofeng's feet as he entered the room. Wu Haofeng, stunned, made way for Xing Songfeng, whose head was practically smoking.

"Mr. Wu Haofeng, you..."

Before the servant could speak, Wu Haofeng slapped the acquisition contract on the servant and ran off with Xing Songfeng. Before they even reached the gate, a voice stopped them in their tracks.

In Wanli Ruoyu's study on the third floor of Wanli's house.

Xing Songfeng and Wu Haofeng stared at the newspaper in Wanli Ruoyu's hand with expressions of utter indifference.

Wanli Ruoyu shook her head.

"A simple acquisition has gone through summer and is now in late autumn, and the contract hasn't even been reviewed yet."

Xing Songfeng stepped forward, glaring angrily at the balloon on the newspaper, which was tightly clutched in the hand of a little brat.

"Summer is over, but the autumn heat is still fierce. Flip-flops are not allowed, shorts are not allowed, and if I wear a tank top, a thousand people remind me not to do it next time. What, are the heirs not allowed to experience the four seasons?"

Wu Haofeng also stepped forward, forcing Wanli Ruoyu to take off the newspaper and stop covering her face.

"Sir, my people are practically burning up just looking at the asset list; they simply don't have time to review the mortgages and guarantees submitted in the newspaper. How am I supposed to decide?"

Wanli Ruoyu shook the newspaper, coughed lightly, and casually uttered a sentence.

"Can you guarantee that Xing Songfeng won't make any mistakes?"

"me……"

Wu Haofeng stared at Xing Songfeng, panting heavily, and suddenly deflated.

"I can promise that."

Xing Songfeng struck down with his palm, revealing Wanli Ruoyu's face.

Wu Haofeng actually took a deep breath and took a step back.

"Your guarantee is useless, my guarantee is even less useful, even if the young master guarantees it, it's useless. Only if you completely repent can the young master come back. Otherwise, we'll be roasting each other over the fire every day."

Seeing that Wu Haofeng lacked presence, Xing Songfeng had a change of heart and said shamelessly.

"I...I...I quit, I'm running away. Let's see if Uncle can still tie me up. Let's go."

Just as Wu Haofeng was about to pull Xing Songfeng away, Xing Songfeng pushed him out of Wanli Ruoyu's study.

"You're useless if you don't do it...you..."

Wu Haofeng's phone rang before he could finish speaking.

"Have the professors specializing in upper limb rehabilitation robots agreed yet? Where are Professor Jin and Professor Zhong?"

"The two professors shared some of their latest research findings with us, such as control technology, but neither of them nor their team members agreed to come and discuss them with us."

"Has the money been paid?"

"It's not about the money, it's about..."

"Don't beat around the bush."

"My family's company previously mentioned that they had the opportunity to provide laboratories for the two professors, so..."

"Go to the group and talk to someone about this."

"We approached the group and asked them to help us invite the professors. They said they would wait until they finished their current tasks before inviting the professors?"

If it were someone close to the young master, they could simply have the group invite the professors, and the group would drop everything else to invite them first.

So I went directly to Mr. Jin Xixing's house to ask him for help, and he told us to handle it ourselves.

"Jin Xixing doesn't care. He... alright, he understands."

Wu Haofeng angrily hung up the phone, clenched his fist, punched Xing Songfeng's arm, and cursed.

"It's all your fault. Now you've dragged down our own Spit Electronics and Lying Flat Modern. We can't even get two top professors to come. What kind of development are we going to make? If this continues, we won't even have enough to eat in the future."

"Jin Xixing, why doesn't Jin Xixing care about us? If he doesn't care, we'll starve to death."

Wu Haofeng kicked Xing Songfeng hard in the leg.

"Why should he care? He's the young master's assistant. You've already ruined his position as heir, and he still cares about you? He'd beat you to death."

Xing Songfeng squatted down, rubbing his legs, and said timidly.

“Let’s call Jin Xixing to apologize and ask him to come back and figure out a solution.”

Wu Haofeng gritted his teeth and punched Xing Songfeng's arm, saying hatefully.

“If apologies were effective, why doesn’t Jin Xixing send someone to invite the professor? He’s clearly angry, and he might cut off our food supplies.”

"Then...we..."

Xing Songfeng rubbed his arm, looking pitifully at Wu Haofeng, hoping that Wu Haofeng's clever mind could come up with a good idea to bring Wanli Fuguang back, to...

Wanli Ruoyu's servant calmly brought over a list of the richest people, blocking Xing Songfeng's eager gaze.

Wu Haofeng began searching for his father's name. As his gaze slowly moved downwards, his face gradually darkened, and his brows and eyes were filled with layers of anger. After a while, he suddenly looked up, and Xing Songfeng was startled, took a step back, and said tremblingly.

"What...what happened?"

"My dad actually dropped to eighty-eighth place, it's all your fault."

"What does this have to do with me? Why are you taking it out on me?"

Xing Songfeng finally had a reason to straighten his chest and stand up straight.

Wu Haofeng kicked Xing Songfeng's leg hard again, cursing angrily.

"This shows that most of the veteran figures in the Wanli family group do not support you, this worthless heir."

Those who don't know the truth might think you deliberately ousted the eldest son and were trying to warn us that you support the eldest son as the heir.

Fortunately, outsiders thought that the young master was just busy and that you were only temporarily in charge. If you continued in this position, any force would be eyeing the Wanli family with predatory intent, ready to overthrow them. You would then be the Wanli family's eternal sinner.

"Nonsense, who would want to be this pathetic heir? I've been racking my brains trying to get my cousin back! I'm still full of grievances, I..."