Quenching

"Yes, the workout is over."

"No wonder you sounded so tired. It's perfect timing. Xing Songfeng said he had to meet some important guests today and couldn't manage it. He cried and fussed in my arms for ages. Come back and see them!"

"today?"

Wanli Fuguang slowly opened his eyes; the warm yellow light in the room seemed somewhat superfluous.

"Come back! Mom hasn't seen you in so long, I miss you so much!"

"Okay, I'll go home first, then go to the company to chat with the client. Mom, can you have Xing Songfeng send me the client's name and information?"

"Make me something delicious."

"Mom, what would you like to eat?"

"I love everything you make."

After hanging up the phone, Wanli Fuguang lowered his head. A ray of morning light had crept up his trouser leg without him noticing. He could only grit his teeth, rub his sore legs, and get up to take a step. Suddenly, a warm, fleshy ball rushed into his arms and playfully scolded him.

"I've finally met you! Can you spend the whole day with me today? Just one day? Please?"

Huang Qiaqia clung tightly to Wanli Fuguang's chest, afraid that he would turn around and go back to work.

"I'll open a few more stores, then I'll keep my promise, I'll..."

"Just for a little while, is that okay?"

Huang Qiaqia looked up, her eyes filled with an urgent desire that had been hidden deep in her heart. Her black eyelashes, covered in mist, trembled slightly. All her complaints were stuck in her throat and she couldn't utter a single one.

"Huang Qiaqia, I want to go..."

"I'll stay with you, okay?"

Huang Qiaqia's wet eyes were fixed on Wanli Fuguang, her eager gaze even carrying a pleading quality. Wanli Fuguang gently kissed Huang Qiaqia's forehead, silently acquiescing.

Huang Qiaqia, with her messy hair, excitedly rubbed against Wanli Fuguang's chest and said happily.

"That's great, Wanli Fuguang. Have you been eating and sleeping well these past few days?"

Wanli Fuguang nodded affirmatively, and Huang Qiaqia began to speak about what she had been holding back for a long time.

"Do you know what the big thing happened at our school recently? Let me tell you..."

Wanli Fuguang forced himself to stay awake. He wanted to sleep for a while, but no one gave him time to sleep. It seemed that everyone was concerned and telling him to sleep well and eat well.

******

The sun blazed high in the sky, its warm rays casting a gentle smile upon the handsome and dashing man.

Wu Haofeng put the monitor back in his mind, his eyes filled with admiration, then turned and gave Xing Songfeng a disdainful look.

"They are all from the Wanli family, so how come some people are born outstanding, stand out from the crowd, and are respected by others, while others can never get on the stage?"

"Aren't they cousins? Or are there differences?"

"Your parents have good genes, right? How could they have given birth to such a beast like you?"

"If you put it that way, I won't accept it. I'm also capable of being on the same stage, it's just that the venue is different."

"What venue? How do you know the young master is worse than you? If he breaks his vows, he might not necessarily lose."

“I’m telling you this, I have absolute confidence in this point, I’m telling you.”

"Don't brag, you..."

Before Wu Haofeng could finish speaking, the stunningly beautiful secretary with a devilish figure elegantly placed the documents in front of Xing Songfeng, who was about to launch into a long speech.

Xing Songfeng's features immediately tightened, and he glared resentfully at the female secretary's alluring back, muttering a curse under his breath.

Wu Haofeng stared at the words "equity distribution" and sighed deeply, gritting his teeth.

“It’s not a solution to keep crying and begging for help from my wife. We need to come up with a long-term plan. Otherwise, we’ll both just die here sooner or later.”

"Let's drug my cousin! Didn't Huang Qiaqia come with him?"

"If your brain is full of fertilizer, can you please not say it out loud?"

"Let me finish explaining the plan. My cousin isn't an irresponsible person. He's going to marry Huang Qiaqia after he's been with her."

"Your mind is always blank. Huang Qiaqia is only nineteen years old and can't get married yet. They can't register their marriage for more than a year. By then, won't the young master's rice noodle shop earn enough to support his marriage to Huang Qiaqia?"

"Have you forgotten your uncle and aunt? They made it so easy for my cousin to get married. My cousin's wedding will definitely be a sensation. Even if he's not the heir, he'll still have to do the work of an heir."

"What if the young master keeps Huang Qiaqia as a mistress but doesn't marry her? What will you do then?"

"You forgot about Sheng Shanxing. If my cousin touches Huang Qiaqia, I'll immediately tell Sheng Shanxing, and Sheng Shanxing will definitely confront my cousin. If my cousin doesn't marry Huang Qiaqia then, do you think Sheng Shanxing will agree?"

"Whether he marries her or not is not important. As long as the young master sleeps with Huang Qiaqia, once Sheng Shanxing finds out, he should at least find a villa for her to support him."

However, given the young master's current financial situation, he cannot afford to support him. Therefore, he can only reiterate to the master that he will discipline you properly and prevent you from making mistakes.

Even if the master disagrees, once the mistress speaks up, he'll have to obediently ask the eldest son to be the heir, and then we'll be completely relieved."

"Right? But if my cousin really marries Huang Qiaqia, it won't be good for either of us."

"Young Master, you don't plan to marry Huang Qiaqia?"

"why?"

"If the young master really intends to marry Huang Qiaqia, how could Jin Xixing not know of Huang Qiaqia's existence?"

“That would be even better. If Sheng Shanxing makes a scene, we’ll just run away.”

"Yes, Sheng Shanxing is not an easy guy to deal with."

"Why do you always sound so confident whenever you mention Sheng Shanxing? Are you even that close? You two haven't exchanged more than a few words!"

"You'd better get ready to go!"

Wu Haofeng gave Xing Songfeng a disdainful shove, and Xing Songfeng walked toward the slender secretary with a big smile on his face.

As the guests gradually left the reception room, Wanli Fuguang let out a long sigh of relief, relaxed all his muscles, and leaned back on the sofa.

Huang Qiaqia placed her small hand on Wanli Fuguang's temple. The pressure from her fingertips was light, comfortable, and comforting. Wanli Fuguang simply closed his eyes and took a short nap.

Huang Qiaqia gently applied pressure with her rounded fingers, and Wanli Fuguang felt a strange surge of impulse.

As their skin touched, Wanli Fuguang's brow twitched slightly, and her breathing quickened.

Passionate desire clung tightly to Wanli Fuguang's neck, surging ever stronger. Huang Qiaqia's soft sleeve brushed lightly against Wanli Fuguang's earlobe, an unintentional touch. Wanli Fuguang's face turned pale and then red. His long-accumulated heat slowly spread from bottom to top, surging and rushing.

Huang Qiaqia's cuffs would occasionally brush against Wanli Fuguang's chest like tiny, fleeting flames, igniting the dry tinder within him.

Huang Qiaqia carefully wiped the sweat from Wanli Fuguang's forehead with a tissue. The touch of her fingertips was tantalizing, the gentle force seemed to be secretly stirring, the warm breath seemed to be an urgent desire, and the alluring scent of daisies made Wanli Fuguang lose control of his reason. The flames that rose in his chest instantly spread like wildfire. He suddenly stood up, grabbed Huang Qiaqia's wrist, and pounced on her.