Quenching

"Grandpa, please take her to see him!"

Wanli Fuguang put away his phone and took out a stack of money. Ma Qianji looked at the cash in Wanli Fuguang's hand, which was gradually thinning, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

Wanli Fuguang gritted his teeth, with only two bills left in his hand.

Ma Qianji stared at Wanli Fuguang's departing figure, took out his phone, and sent a message.

******

In the hospital, Huang Qiaqia stretched, took Ma Qianji's shoulder, and got off the bed.

Ma Qianji handed Huang Qiaqia his phone and wrote a sentence with a sigh.

"We don't have money for medicine."

"Huh? It's so expensive here. You could stay at Brother Sheng Shanxing's hospital for more than two months without any problem."

"I think my round grass leaves are still the best. Let's go!"

"I agree."

"What kind of grass leaves? How can we do this without medicine?"

Wanli Fuguang snatched Huang Qiaqia's phone, deleted their conversation, and fiercely expressed his opinion.

Huang Qiaqia retorted with a look of surprise.

"Grandpa's round grass leaves are very useful. My menstrual cramps were cured by the grass leaves."

"It was just a lucky accident. If you don't tell Sheng Shanxing everything, your condition will only get worse and your leg will only get more and more serious."

As Ma Qianji helped Huang Qiaqia put on a thick down jacket, he gave her a deep look, his eyes filled with anger.

“I can walk now, and before I go to sleep I video chat with my parents and tell them that I’m fine and playing outside. It’s not good to go back on your word.”

"You video chatted with them? They must think you went out with me. How could you lie like that?"

“I’ll replace Grandpa’s face with yours. I’m a professional, so no one will notice. You don’t need to worry.”

Huang Qiaqia had barely finished speaking when he stood up and started walking.

Ma Qianji snatched Huang Qiaqia's phone from Wanli Fuguang's hand, quickly handed it over with a message, and gave it to Huang Qiaqia.

"The wind is blowing very hard outside, and we don't have any tissues in our pockets."

Huang Qiaqia sniffed, shrugged, put on a smile again, took Ma Qianji's arm, and strode towards the door.

In the cold corridor, a child with an IV drip leans against his mother's arms; an older woman cutting in line argues with a man wearing a mask at the entrance of the internal medicine department; an elderly woman pushing a wheelchair is arguing with an elderly man in a wheelchair about whether to register at the orthopedics or neurology department; and footsteps shuttle up and down the stairs in an endless stream.

Wanli Fuguang held the sweat-stained prescription in his hand, glanced at the long queue at the medicine dispensing counter, curled his lips, raised his eyebrows, and thought to himself: No one has ever ripped me off so thoroughly. Little girl, you've won against me, and against all of them.

Wanli Fuguang took off his down jacket, faced the biting cold peak, and proudly stepped onto the snow-covered ground.

Zhou Binwei's boyfriend waved his hand, and the Rolls-Royce parked at the hospital entrance started moving.

Wu Haofeng waved his hand, Zhou Binwei's boyfriend, and closed the door to Jin Xixing's office in the group.

With a "smack," Jin Xixing slammed the pure black fountain pen in his hand coldly onto the table.

Xing Songfeng, who was standing next to him, kicked a chair away, smashed a vase on the table in anger, and cursed.

“My cousin had clearly made up his mind to break up, but Chen Zhixing insisted on meddling and saving the little girl. All of Jin Xixing’s previous efforts were in vain.”

"Chen Zhixing wanted to take advantage of Huang Qiaqia's kindness and get more involved with her so that Huang Qiaqia would gradually see him. He never expected that this silly girl would risk her life in the laboratory for the young master. The young master couldn't let go of her, which led to this ending."

“What is my cousin worried about? Huang Qiaqia can walk now, and the rotten grass leaves the old man gave her are quite useful, aren’t they?”

Upon hearing Xing Songfeng's furious remark, Jin Xixing slightly lifted his eyelids, raised his hand, and zoomed in on the herbs in the video, but still couldn't see them clearly.

"Jin Xixing, what do we do now?"

Wu Haofeng's urging interrupted Jin Xixing's train of thought. Jin Xixing put down the tablet with his pale fingers and helplessly uttered two words.

"go home."

On the antique-style dining table, emerald green vegetable leaves are arranged like a continuous mountain range, rosy and tender Wagyu beef is placed on the plate in the shape of a classical pavilion, and fragrant ray is dressed in a noble yellow robe.

Wearing a gorgeous embroidered dress, Shan Shuanglingze's face was contorted with anger. Ignoring her crystal-clear manicure, she overturned a table full of delicious food and angrily questioned everyone.

"Has Wanli Fuguang not eaten for two days?"

“My cousin not only sold his watch, tie, suit, and leather shoes, but also his down jacket to buy fried skewers for Huang Qiaqia. Now he only has a sweater to keep warm.”

"Your cousin was hungry, so he bought her snacks."

“That’s right, Auntie. My cousin is dressed in rags, no, he doesn’t even have any clothes to wear. She’s so fat and round, and her mouth is dripping with oil.”

Jin Xixing moved closer to Wanli Ruoyu and whispered a reminder.

"Sir, the eldest young master and Huang Qiaqia are on their way."

Wanli Ruoyu slowly got up, took Shan Shuanglingze's hand, and comforted her gently.

"Xing Songfeng's words are never reliable. Let's wait until they get home before we talk about it."

"My words are unreliable, I..."

Just as Xing Songfeng was about to step forward, Jin Xixing gave him a fierce look, and Xing Songfeng immediately swallowed all his complaints.

“How could I possibly see her? I wish she would never appear in front of me again. Not only did she not help my son, she also let my son go hungry and cold.”

"Oh, don't be angry. Come on, let's go downstairs and wait for them."

Wanli Ruoyu pulled the panting Shan Shuanglingze into the elevator and brought them to the reception room on the first floor.

Jin Xixing glanced at Wanli Ruoyu's servant and ordered him to prepare a new meal before heading to another elevator.

"Dad, mom."

Seeing that Wanli Fuguang was only wearing a thin sweater and had lost a lot of weight, Shan Shuanglingze hurriedly took her son's hand with heartache and went to her bedroom on the third floor, leaving Huang Qiaqia all alone, facing the luxurious palace built by cutting through mountains and seas.

Wanli Ruoyu smiled and picked up her cup of black tea.

"Huang Qiaqia, come here. Do your parents know?"

Behind him, Xing Songfeng glared menacingly at Huang Qiaqia with a crooked mouth, while Wu Haofeng's expression remained relatively calm.

“They don’t know.”

Huang Qiaqia was covered in cold sweat, gripping the sofa tightly with both hands and scratching his big cotton shoes with his toes.

"Hehe, try some cookies and pastries."

Huang Qiaqia shook her head slightly, stealing a glance upstairs, hoping Wanli Fuguang would come down quickly. Realizing she was being a little inappropriate, she quickly lowered her head and breathed rapidly.

Wanli Ruoyu's gaze drifted to Wu Haofeng, who had no choice but to suppress his reluctance. He took a deep breath and tried to persuade him.

"Huang Qiaqia, don't you love Eight Treasure Cake and Black Forest Cake? Try them."

"I'm not hungry, I..."

Xing Songfeng looked disgusted and cursed angrily.

"What are you pretending for? Just eat what I tell you to eat. You didn't eat breakfast this morning, my cousin..."