Quenching

"Young Master, forget about going to jail, you can kill him if you want. Dealing with the company's affairs is harder than being roasted over a fire. The phone in my hand keeps ringing like crazy, and the secretary has sent me more difficult tasks than climbing mountains. I wish the world would end sooner, Young Master, help me!"

"Cousin, you have to save me from this misery!"

"Young Master, what will it take for you to come back? We'll give you our lives!"

Huang Qiaqia, who was in the room, heard the two people wailing and curiously poked her head out.

Xing Songfeng caught sight of Huang Qiaqia and rushed to her side, speaking fiercely.

"Cousin, if you don't go back and become the heir, I'll..."

Wanli Fuguang's eyes revealed a hint of helplessness as he let out a long sigh.

"What do you do?"

Wu Haofeng gritted his teeth, grabbed Xing Songfeng by the collar, and dragged him outside.

Why did you drag me out here?

"You will never repent? You are still threatening and intimidating, you will never change your bad behavior, and you will continue to cause trouble."

"I had no choice! I couldn't find any fault with my cousin, so I had to resort to this method. But it's also Huang Qiaqia's fault. If my cousin hadn't taken a liking to her, would I have gotten into so much trouble and caused so much trouble!"

"Why are you blaming Huang Qiaqia? Even without her, you're no better than anyone else."

"Why are you siding with Huang Qiaqia? You're not on my side."

"Nonsense, a pure and kind young girl, a beast, even a breathing beast would side with Huang Qiaqia."

“You side with her, you have hurt her time and time again.”

"Why did I harm Huang Qiaqia? I wanted to break her up with the young master, that's why I harmed her. But the more I tried to break them up, the closer they became."

"Sigh, if we break them up, my new cousin's wife might be doing everything she can to help my cousin become the heir right now?"

"Let's not get sidetracked, let's think about the successor!"

"Ding, ring, ring."

Wu Haofeng sighed, impatiently took out his phone, and randomly pressed the answer button. His face was clouded with resentment, and he didn't want to resolve the issue.

"Have someone send over all the original documents for the acquisition project."

A clear yet authoritative voice rang out.

Wu Haofeng raised an eyebrow, smiled, nudged Xing Songfeng beside him, pointed to the phone, and laughed heartily.

"Hehe, Jin Xixing, you're really something. You have a way to make the young master the heir again."

"Dream?"

After coldly uttering three words, Jin Xixing prepared to hang up the phone.

Xing Songfeng, quick as a flash, snatched the phone from Wu Haofeng and shouted loudly.

"Do you want to know the root cause of all the trouble I've been getting into lately?"

"Just bored."

Jin Xixing's attitude was indifferent, clearly showing no interest whatsoever in Xing Songfeng's words.

Wu Haofeng shoved Xing Songfeng forcefully, urging him to get down to business.

“If you don’t help my cousin become the heir again, I won’t give you the contract to acquire the project.”

"casual."

"Wait, wait, wait."

Wu Haofeng snatched the phone and shouted urgently before Jin Xixing could hang up.

"The young master has been cooking and cleaning for other people lately."

"The young master serves people?"

Jin Xixing was clearly interested, and his voice became more patient.

"Yes, I also wash her clothes, brush her shoes, wipe the bookshelf, and arrange..."

"woman?"

Then, the sound of turning over documents came from Jin Xixing's side.

"But this girl is named Huang Qiaqia. She was introduced to Xing Songfeng by the madam as a blind date, and she is now dating the young master."

"Is she a modest, well-off girl from a modest family?"

Jin Xixing's voice carried an added hint of impatience.

Xing Songfeng hurriedly pushed Wu Haofeng aside, grabbed the phone, and vented his extreme dissatisfaction.

"An ugly, fat, and dim-witted little girl? She's completely infatuated with my cousin, and he listens to her in everything. I keep causing trouble in order to break them up."

"Are you talking nonsense without thinking?"

“Jin Xixing, Jin Xixing, listen to me? Xing Songfeng’s trouble has little to do with Huang Qiaqia. However, Xing Songfeng didn’t completely lie; Huang Qiaqia is indeed a pretty girl, a little chubby. But, she doesn’t really like the eldest young master, the heir to the Wanli family? She…”

"What did you say?"

Jin Xixing's cold voice was tinged with displeasure.

Xing Songfeng said, biting his lip and speaking slowly and deliberately.

“She loathed my cousin Wanli’s status as the family heir and always complained that it would be better if my cousin wasn’t the heir.”

"Send me Huang Qiaqia's detailed information. I need to arrange someone to handle things on my end. You two better behave yourselves for the next couple of days and don't cause any more trouble."

"Jin Xixing, I guarantee with a hundred trillion heads that Xing Songfeng won't cause any trouble, please come back quickly."

Looking at Jin Xixing's name on the phone, Wu Haofeng wished he could invite Jin Xixing to his desk right now.

Xing Songfeng carefully held the phone and pleaded.

“Brother Jin Xixing, my good brother, I have to chat with some old geezers tomorrow. I don’t want to see them. Every time I sit down, I feel like a million nails are stabbing me. Please help me, please help me.”

Jin Xixing hung up the phone, and Xing Songfeng was overjoyed. Wu Haofeng turned his phone to the maximum volume, afraid of missing any important calls.

******

The fog was thick and the flowers were pale. The deep black of the night sky enveloped Wanli Fuguang. With heavy steps, he quietly pushed open the door to his home. Huang Qiaqia was asleep on the sofa with her eyes closed, still holding her phone in her hand. Wanli Fuguang tapped the screen. There was his own chat box and a message he had edited, but he hadn't sent it.

Wanli Fuguang pulled a thin blanket and gently covered Huang Qiaqia. Wanli Fuguang's lips curled slightly. The black hair tie still held her loose hair in place, and her black darts looked like delicate little brushes. Her chubby little face was pink and cute, and her chest rose and fell with her breath...

Wanli Fuguang turned his head slightly, placed the person and blanket together on the soft bed, closed the door, leaned against the door, his eyes showing a hint of weariness, and sighed to himself, "She doesn't bother me to accompany her, and she doesn't disturb me when I'm working. It's just some housework."

Wanli Fuguang let out a long sigh, reached out and picked up the various delivery boxes, tidied up the messy takeout containers, organized the colorful snack bags, and wiped the coffee table, desk, dining table, and floor clean...

After a long while, Wanli Fuguang half-closed his eyes, slumped on the sofa, and tapped his aching bones.

He couldn't bear to see Huang Qiaqia do housework, but he only had one life. He only slept for two hours a day, and the fatigue and exhaustion were like a mountain pressing down on him, making it hard for him to breathe.

"Ding, ring, ring."

My mother called.

"mom."

Wanli Fuguang's voice had a touch of coquettishness.

"What's wrong? Did you finish your workout so early?"

Wanli Fuguang stared at the large bag of garbage piled up at the door and said softly.