Quenching

Wu Haofeng threw a punch, and Xing Songfeng swallowed his anger. Wu Haofeng chuckled and comforted Huang Qiaqia.

"Young Master hasn't seen Madam for a long time. They'll probably chat for a while. Huang Qiaqia, what else would you like to eat? I'll have the kitchen make it for you."

"I……"

Huang Qiaqia looked at Wu Haofeng with her wet eyes. Wu Haofeng smiled faintly and asked softly.

"what happened?"

“I don’t know what’s wrong with my online store. I still can’t withdraw the money from it. We don’t have a single penny on us right now.”

Wu Haofeng turned to look at Wanli Ruoyu, whose expression remained unchanged, cleared his throat, gave Xing Songfeng a look, and smiled apologetically at Huang Qiaqia.

"Xing Songfeng is being ridiculous, but he didn't do the online store thing."

“I still don’t dare go home. The dorms are locked up, and I have nowhere to stay. Wanli Fuguang gave me all his money, but I don’t have any to support his business. He has no money now, he…”

"If it weren't for you and Chen Zhixing insisting on..."

Before Xing Songfeng could finish speaking, Wan Li Ruoyu's deep voice drifted over.

How much money do you want? Cash or check?

Huang Qiaqia slowly raised her head, biting her lip, and shook her head slightly, eager to explain.

“I don’t want money. I don’t know why Wanli Fuguang sold everything to help me. I don’t know what mistake he made, why he can’t be the heir of the Wanli family. But even if he’s not the heir, he’s still your son. You give him food and let him stay here. Otherwise, he’d have to sleep with me and my grandfather at our roommate’s house. He’s the heir, I’m not, he…”

“This is Wanli Fuguang’s home. He can come back anytime. It’s his choice to stay at his friends’ houses with you.”

"Please try to persuade him to go home!"

Why are you afraid to go home?

“I can’t let my parents know that I helped the little girl. They will definitely tell Sheng Shanxing, and he will definitely… Anyway, I can’t go home now. I’ll only dare to go home after school starts.”

Wanli Ruoyu slightly curved her lips and spoke softly.

“Since it’s a secret, we’ll keep it for you. But Wanli Fuguang is an adult, and he has his own choices.”

"I've decided that Huang Qiaqia will stay here until school starts. Dad, do you agree?"

An undeniable voice rang out.

Wearing a warm cashmere coat, Wanli Fuguang walked over with steady steps, his arm around his mother's shoulder.

Wanli Ruoyu leaned back and crossed her legs.

"Welcome. Wu Haofeng, please arrange for Huang Qiaqia to stay at the villa next door!"

Wanli Fuguang took a deep breath, his gaze firm, and his lips parted in a commanding tone that brooked no argument.

"Huang Qiaqia lives on the second floor, in my bedroom."

Just as the mother was about to speak, Wanli Fuguang secretly pinched her shoulder, and the mother had no choice but to shut her mouth.

Wanli Ruoyu took the newspaper from the servant and uttered a sentence.

"casual."

Wanli Fuguang gave Wu Haofeng a wink, and Wu Haofeng, suppressing his strong dissatisfaction, led Huang Qiaqia to the second floor and then pushed open the door to the next room.

Jin Xixing put down the tablet in his hand and said coldly.

"Young Master, is there still a rice noodle shop that hasn't been sold?"

"The signboard at the entrance, the welcome sign inside the store, the price list... everything with words on it was handwritten by Huang Qiaqia. The young master couldn't bear to sell it."

"Just one step away."

"Jin Xixing, is the young master planning to take Huang Qiaqia as a concubine?"

"Does a woman kept as a mistress have the right to enter the young master's bedroom?"

"The lady dislikes Huang Qiaqia."

"The gentleman agreed to let Huang Qiaqia stay in the eldest son's bedroom."

"Do you mean you want the eldest young master to marry Huang Qiaqia?"

"I don't want to, but the young master is adamant and directly asked the master to let Huang Qiaqia stay at his house. What should I do?"

"Just kick them out!"

Wu Haofeng frowned, looking expectantly at Jin Xixing's face, only to receive three words in return.

"I need you to do something for me."

Wu Haofeng slammed the door shut and went downstairs in a huff. He looked at the room, where only Wanli Ruoyu was leaning on the sofa with a newspaper in her hand and Wanli Fuguang was sitting opposite her. Xing Songfeng was furious.

Wanli Ruoyu shook the newspaper and asked Wanli Fuguang in a nonchalant tone.

How will you make a living?

"Rice noodle shop".

"Is there anything I can help you with?"

"No."

"it is good."

Wanli Ruoyu shook the newspaper again with a relaxed expression. Before the servant behind him could express his dissatisfaction, Xing Songfeng jumped out and made a loud fuss.

“Cousin, you have no house, no car, no savings, just…”

“I have savings. If you have my software shut down, I won’t be able to withdraw any money.”

“I… if you break up with Huang Qiaqia, I’ll give you all my money right away.”

Wanli Fuguang stared intently at Wanli Ruoyu's newspaper with a serious expression.

"I want to marry her."

Wanli Ruoyu responded calmly.

"Oh."

“To marry… her, she… to marry that little brat Huang Qiaqia, I… I…”

Xing Songfeng's eyes were bloodshot. He rolled up his sleeves and was about to start cursing when Wu Haofeng kicked him to the ground.

Xing Songfeng rubbed his legs, his eyes filled with resentment, while Wanli Fuguang strode away.

******

Wu Haofeng pushed open the door to the conference room where Huang Qiaqia was lying down. Huang Qiaqia followed obediently behind him and politely greeted the job seekers who came for the interview.

Wu Haofeng picked up the resume of the first applicant and gestured for Huang Qiaqia to record his answers.

"Luo Susu, let's talk about the salary issue again!"

In a harmonious atmosphere, Wu Haofeng happily thanked Luo Susu.

I will contact you again.

Huang Qiaqia closed the door, and Wu Haofeng handed Huang Qiaqia several resumes, asking in a slightly serious tone.

"Luo Susu only wants shares, not a salary; Lin Nair only wants a salary, not shares; Fang Qining wants half a salary and half shares. Who do you think would be the best choice for Chairman of Liping Modern?"

Huang Qiaqia tilted her round head slightly, her rosy face showing a relaxed expression.

“You told me that applicants should be wholeheartedly dedicated to the company, so I choose Luo Susu.”

"Huang Qiaqia, what about you? If you were to become the chairman of the board, what kind of salary would you like?"

Huang Qiaqia was slightly taken aback, and after a while, a smile appeared on her lips.

"I'm not capable of being a chairman, and I don't really like management. I prefer fiddling with robots."

"Try it, I'll teach you. In the future, if you want to design any new product, you can just have your people make it. You won't have to argue with Xing Songfeng for a week over a robotic gecko's tail."

"No, no, I have poor stress tolerance. The chairman is like a big rock that will crush me in one go. I'm not a tough pea, I'm a hollow bean made of flour."

"Haha, it took three people seven rounds of interviews to finally see me. Such a rare opportunity, if you don't seize it, it will slip away, and you'll hardly get another chance like it. Management and research don't conflict, and in a management position, you'll have more freedom in your design work."