Quenching

Just as Xing Songfeng was about to stand up straight, Wanli Ruoyu's servant casually interjected with a remark.

"Look at this."

Wu Haofeng stared at the last name on the list, and suddenly the hairs on his body stood on end. He raised his foot and kicked Xing Songfeng hard, knocking him to the ground.

“Look at him, he’s focused on his career and he’s already at the bottom of the rankings. And look at you, all you think about is someone else’s wife. Forget about the rankings, our company is almost bankrupt.”

"Is Momo Medical owned by Sheng Shanxing?"

“You don’t even know what Sheng Shanxing’s businesses are, yet you’re always thinking about his wife.”

"His actual controlling shareholder is very well hidden, and you haven't been able to find out either, have you? Why are you criticizing me?"

Just as Xing Songfeng was about to stand up, Wu Haofeng kicked him hard again.

"Then you have even less power to compete with Sheng Shanxing for a wife. We can only rely on ourselves now, since he has a powerful backer behind him."

Xing Songfeng suddenly stood up, chest puffed out.

"Why can't I win over Kong Yanfei anymore? I..."

"You're still thinking about Kong Yanfei? She's a femme fatale, she..."

"You're not allowed to talk about her, you..."

Wanli Ruoyu's servant stared at the two wrestling figures, took a step back, then another, and went downstairs to the kitchen through the study door to check on the lunch preparations.

Through the door of Wanli Ruoyu's study, Wu Haofeng's father slowly walked out of the inner room and said calmly.

"Can the Second Young Master rein in this move?"

Wanli Ruoyu put down the newspaper and blew on her black tea.

"Wanli Fuguang can temper his temper, and Xingsongfeng can cause trouble again. When Wanli Fuguang cleans up the mess, he can do it even better."

"I'll sell some more shares. I'm not going to be on the leaderboard anymore. Interviewing and sharing my experience is a waste of time."

“No, Wen Ning doesn’t want to show her face right now. If you don’t show up, how can we say certain things? In a while, you’ll have to improve your ranking.”

After Wanli Ruoyu finished sipping her tea, Wu Haofeng's father asked a question.

"They're not letting Wen Ning come back?"

"He has things he wants to do."

"Is the black tea at the right temperature?"

"Blow on it and it won't be hot anymore."

Wanli Ruoyu relaxed her body, held her cup, stared at the photocopy of the acquisition contract on the table, and gave instructions.

"Take the acquisition contract and handle it!"

A copy of the contract was placed against the door, and the fighting outside intensified.

Wu Haofeng's father sighed and shook his head. Wanli Ruoyu glanced at Wu Haofeng's father's back and asked curiously.

What kind of woman was Wu Haofeng's mother?

"I don't remember. When they were close to me, they were all gentle and generous, with a unique charm."

Wu Haofeng's father turned around and exchanged a glance with Wanli Ruoyu, and the two smiled knowingly.

******

"Siri siri." The robotic kangaroo handed the food tray to the table.

Huang Qiaqia jumped proudly and confidently to Wanli Fuguang's side, looking like she wanted praise.

Wanli Fuguang raised an eyebrow, pulled the person into his arms, stroked the tender red lips with his fingertips, and smiled.

"What reward do you want?"

"Spend a day with me! It's been so long since you've spent a proper day with me since you opened two rice noodle shops."

"I……"

Wanli Fuguang paused, his fingertips he had something to do tomorrow.

Huang Qiaqia took the initiative, wrapping one arm around Wanli Fuguang's neck and tugging at Wanli Fuguang's chin with her chubby fingertips.

"How about I pay you 100,000 yuan for a whole day of your time?"

Wanli Fuguang's eyes curved at the corners, and his tone was almost coaxing as he explained.

"I'll spend more time with you in a while, okay?"

"No, you said the same thing last month. I've been waiting for you for a month now, and I still haven't received it. You're busy during the day and busy at night. Is 110,000 enough?"

"Two hundred thousand, I'll think about it."

Wanli Fuguang's eyes gleamed with a faint darkness. He suddenly took Huang Qiaqia's finger into his mouth. Huang Qiaqia was startled and quickly withdrew her hand, took a big step back, rubbed her arm, and said tremblingly.

Why did you bite my finger?

"Hehe, you're scared already? Save up some more money, and the 300,000 yuan service will be even more different."

"I...you...your eyes look a little different..."

"What, are you afraid of me...?"

"Your actions just now... it's like... well, I can't quite put my finger on it, I don't like it, I..."

A strong arm pulled Huang Qiaqia into his embrace again, and Wanli Fuguang said in a deep voice, with a hint of helplessness.

"I want to be with you every moment, but my funds haven't come back yet, how can I stop now?"

"Am I being insensible again?"

“Huang Qiaqia, your understanding in front of me is my incompetence.”

"Why? I..."

Before Huang Qiaqia could finish speaking, a warm sensation covered her lower abdomen, followed by a gentle bite, which lingered on her ear. A unique fragrance filled her nostrils, and the warm touch gradually moved upwards.

Wanli Fuguang's warm, large hands brazenly explored Huang Qiaqia's clothes, repeatedly stroking, caressing, and kneading her porcelain-white skin.

Huang Qiaqia shrank back, but Wanli Fuguang's lips stubbornly held her ear. Huang Qiaqia turned her head away again, but Wanli Fuguang's large hand secretly exerted force and pinched Huang Qiaqia's little belly hard.

Huang Qiaqia bit her lip, grabbed Wanli Fuguang's arm with both hands, pushed him away forcefully, and escaped his embrace. She leaned tightly against the bedroom door, gritting her teeth. She was clearly prepared, but she still felt some resistance, still...

"Little Fatty, open the door quickly, Little Fatty."

The sound of banging on the door stifled Wanli Fuguang's unwilling gaze, and helplessly turned to look at Xing Songfeng, who was limping.

"Cousin, if you don't want Wu Haofeng to beat me to death, then stay here."

Wu Haofeng glared at Xing Songfeng through gritted teeth, showing no sign of backing down.

"Did I want to kill you? You're the culprit, you deserve to be hit."

Wanli Fuguang gasped for breath.

"If you want to stay here, go clean the toilets and the kitchen."

After saying that, he turned and left. Xing Songfeng wiped his nose, grabbed Wanli Fuguang's left leg, and burst into tears.

"Cousin, this is so hard for me. When I chat with guests at home, my posture is impolite, my gestures are inappropriate, and even when I eat, I am restricted on which dishes I can eat."

Wanli Fuguang sighed and was about to pull away when his right leg was tightly held.

"Young Master, the people I have are simply incapable of handling the group's affairs. One acquisition project has caused thirty printers to smoke from photocopying. The people who come to discuss business are driving me crazy. Young Master, please go back!"

Wanli Fuguang sighed softly, looked down at the two tearful fellows, and said solemnly.

"Learning anything takes time and effort. If you start crying after less than two months, what will you do in the future?"

"Cousin, you can punish me however you want, even if you send me to jail, I'll accept it!"