Quenching

"let……"

"Alright, cousin, stop arranging people, go ahead! I've made up my mind, if you don't come back soon, I'll destroy the Wanli family's century-old foundation."

Wanli Fuguang chuckled softly.

"How do I destroy it?"

He then walked over to Ma Qianji, patted him gently, took out 10,000 yuan in cash and handed it to him, indicating that this was his living expenses for the month.

"Sell everything you can, cash out, and become the richest person in the world."

"Then?"

"Squander it! Enjoy life to the fullest, play with life, be utterly inhuman."

"What's the difference between this and your previous life? You're still wasting your time."

"Yes! I was supposed to live a life of extravagance and debauchery, but why am I living like a puppet, being arranged and bound? My life shouldn't be like this."

A hint of disappointment flashed across Wanli Fuguang's eyes, and Xing Songfeng's self-righteousness made him feel somewhat aggrieved.

"what about me?"

"You're my cousin? You're my shield, my God! But now my God has gone on strike, cousin. No one is protecting me, sheltering me from the wind and rain. Cousin, everything is on my shoulders, I can hardly breathe, cousin."

Seeing Xing Songfeng's indignant expression, Wanli Fuguang's eyes flashed with a hint of grievance, then turned to helplessness, and he said coldly.

Where is Wu Haofeng?

“They took him hostage. If you don’t go back, Wu Haofeng will have to go and discuss shipping with them.”

"Have someone from your company make me a few applications. I'll send the details to Wu Haofeng."

"What are you doing, cousin? Are you short of money? I have some."

"If I really want to go back and become the heir again, how can I go back without making some achievements?"

"Just walk back confidently. You are the chosen one, the rightful heir of the Wanli family. Who dares to disobey you? I'll kill them."

"You should kill yourself first! Take the file folder from the study desk back and give it to the secretary."

"Which one? Is it Tangju with her thick eyebrows and big eyes, or Xiaotao with her tall figure, or the one with fair skin..."

Who do you think would be a suitable recipient?

Wanli Fuguang's brow twitched slightly, and Ma Qianji bowed his body, glancing at Wanli Fuguang's every move in the mirror.

"Cousin, I think Xiao Tao is very ambitious and hardworking. She... Oh, cousin, cousin."

A fierce glint flashed in Wanli Fuguang's eyes, his arm muscles bulged, and he warned seriously.

"Xing Songfeng, if you dare to make a mess of the company, I won't let you off the hook."

Large beads of sweat climbed onto Xing Songfeng's forehead, his eyebrows and nose were almost tightly furrowed together, and he grimaced and begged for mercy.

"I wouldn't dare, cousin. I just like her, but I wouldn't dare touch her. I'm just asking. If you agree, I'll make her resign right away, right away."

"casual."

As Xing Songfeng's arm, which had been bent behind his back, slowly regained feeling, the sunlight shone on the glistening tears on Xing Songfeng's cheeks, reflecting Ma Qianji's satisfied smile.

******

As night quietly fell, Wanli Fuguang smiled and pulled Huang Qiaqia's blanket up. Just as he was about to turn and leave, two plump, fair arms emerged from under the covers.

"hug."

Wanli Fuguang smiled, sat on the edge of the bed, and opened his arms.

"Being an heir is a difficult job, isn't it! I'll allow you to escape into my exclusive embrace!"

"what?"

“It’s understandable that Xing Songfeng can’t do a good job, but even Wu Haofeng can’t do it well, so you must be having a hard time! You must want to run away! Don’t worry! I fully support you in giving up this worthless job as heir! Hehe, of course, that seems impossible! But you can take a short rest in my arms.”

"I……"

Are you warm now?

"What……"

"Your stable emotions, calm demeanor, and gentle manners have always warmed me like the sun. Now I want to send you a ray of warm light, so that you can feel warm too."

"precisely."

"I can't help you solve your problem, all I can do is hug you."

Huang Qiaqia smiled gently, and Wanli Fuguang suddenly felt as if all the grievances he had suffered in his life had been soothed. From birth until now, everyone around Wanli Fuguang had been telling him that he had to support the entire Wanli family, about his identity, his responsibilities, his obligations, his abilities…

Even his mother only cared about whether he was tired or if things were difficult for him.

No one told him that he could abandon or give up, but this silly girl who knew nothing boldly told him to run away, to throw it away, to give up.

Wanli Fuguang also longed to disappear into the background without delay and relinquish his title as heir.

Wanli Fuguang also wanted to question why he had to be the damned heir, why he had no one above him, why he had to support everything. But in this world, why are there so many "whys"?

He has to shoulder his own burdens and solve his own problems.

He liked Huang Qiaqia, was captivated by her kindness, enjoyed her warmth, and was fascinated by her cheerful and carefree nature.

This chubby, slightly dazed girl always manages to touch the softest, most hidden chord in his heart.

"Huang Qiaqia, can I stay and keep you company?"

"Okay, I'll use the super robot's down comforter, and you can use the Iron Man one."

"This is too much trouble, let's do it together."

Wanli Fuguang lay back on the bed and reached his large hand into Huang Qiaqia's lower abdomen.

Huang Qiaqia nuzzled Wanli Fuguang's chin and stretched out her chubby little hand.

A warm feeling slowly welled up in Wanli Fuguang's sharply defined brow bone. As his blood gradually rose, his chubby fingers caressed his nose and playfully brushed across his cheek.

The heat in his chest rose again, and Wanli Fuguang, breathing rapidly, quickly opened the super robot and sprang up, his Iron Man armor tightly wrapped around his body.

"Good night."

"Don't you like me touching you? Why do you always dodge? Turn around? Turn around...you..."

A force slammed into Wanli Fuguang's back. With his back to Huang Qiaqia, Wanli Fuguang's shoulder and back muscles tensed up, and he clenched his teeth tightly.

In all my years, you're the first woman who's dared to set me on fire time and time again.

I'll teach you a lesson for always lecturing after you've lit the fire. If it happens again, I won't care about gentleness or brute force. I'll never suffer any more grievances from you again.

Huang Qiaqia, with her cheeks puffed out, turned away angrily, complaining.

"You can touch me, but I can't touch you? How can you be like this? You're so domineering. You're always sulking. You don't act like an old man at all."

The old man at the door, Ma Qianji, slowly stepped back a few steps and sent out the video of the bedroom room where the two people were sitting back to back.

******

Outside the small gathering, Zhou Binwei's boyfriend turned around and gave Huang Qiaqia, who was wearing a light pink dress, some instructions.

"Mr. Luo speaks a little slowly. Wait until he wipes his lips with a handkerchief before you translate."

Huang Qiaqia nodded, and Ma Qianji followed behind, lifting the hem of Huang Qiaqia's skirt.

A force behind Zhou Binwei pulled her back.

How did your boyfriend meet Huang Qiaqia?