Quenching

Wu Haofeng looked at Huang Qiaqia earnestly and guided her step by step to follow his train of thought. Huang Qiaqia shook her head and tidied up the paper cups on her desk.

Wu Haofeng leaned forward slightly and patiently guided him.

"Huang Qiaqia, don't worry. I'm the major shareholder. I'll always help you."

Huang Qiaqia chuckled, shrugged, and looked on with envy.

"I also want to be the chairman of the board."

Wu Haofeng's eyes lit up with a hint of excitement, and he immediately offered his advice.

"The chairman's position is currently vacant. Huang Qiaqia, why don't you fill in for me for now? Consider it a favor."

Huang Qiaqia tidied up the three resumes on his desk, handed them to Wu Haofeng, and seriously declined.

"I can only work hard for a short while and study for a while; laziness is my long-term companion. Therefore, I always accept that I have superiors above me."

"Huang Qiaqia, actually..."

"Wu Haofeng, you're so kind. But I'm just an incompetent person, destined to live an ordinary life, without comparing myself to others, without envying anyone, and without wanting to live a tiring life."

Jin Xixing paused, his gaze sweeping over Huang Qiaqia's clear and clean round face on the tablet. The words "too tired" once again assaulted his mind.

Jin Xixing lightly touched the phone number on the phone screen with her slender fingertips. Xing Songfeng stood up and casually grabbed a wool coat.

In the quiet noodle shop, Jin Xixing held the rice noodle menu, his brows slightly furrowed.

Xing Songfeng's eyes gleamed as he leaned close to Jin Xixing's face, looking as if he were correcting something.

"Brother, what's wrong? Is there a typo? Where is it?"

"Vigorous and powerful, strong and vigorous. Who taught Huang Qiaqia to write calligraphy?"

Xing Songfeng's gaze gradually dimmed. With the lazy sunlight, he climbed onto the opposite table. The two pretty girls sighed, their lips drooping, pulled over their scallion noodles, and reluctantly tossed out a sentence.

"Sheng Shanxing, Kong Yanfei's husband, is my rival in love."

"It's better written than yours."

"I……"

Just as Xing Songfeng was about to argue, his gaze involuntarily followed the two trendy-looking girls at the opposite table, who stood up with proud expressions.

The fragrance of the peonies grew stronger. Xing Songfeng tilted his head slightly, took a deep breath, raised an eyebrow, and casually uttered a sentence.

"I usually like to play..."

"Can we exchange contact information?"

The slightly shy girls blushed slightly on their fair faces, clutching their phones tightly, eagerly awaiting Jin Xixing's affirmative answer.

Jin Xixing carefully put away the rice noodle shop's menu with her long, slender fingers, stared intently at the rice noodle shop, and let out a long sigh.

Xing Songfeng shrugged, sat down dejectedly, and picked up his chopsticks.

"We don't usually bother you, we..."

The girls were still hoping that Jin Xixing would glance at them, but they were only met with silence, so they had no choice but to look away.

Xing Songfeng picked up his chopsticks and slurped them down, glancing longingly at the two graceful girls.

"I do not have either."

"Is this seat empty?"

Four burly men pointed to Xing Songfeng and Jin Xixing's seats, and with a flick of their wrists, knocked Jin Xixing's noodles to the ground. In an instant, Xing Songfeng's eyebrows shot up, his face turned ashen, and the anger in his chest surged up. Just as he was about to get up, Jin Xixing's cold, white fingers suddenly pressed down on Xing Songfeng's wrist.

Xing Songfeng suppressed his anger, took a breath, and moved to a different spot. The two girls returned to their seats and were surprised to find that four burly men were following them.

"Let's be friends."

Four burly men approached the two girls. Jin Xixing lifted his leg, and Xing Songfeng followed in his footsteps.

Jin Xixing, inside the milk tea shop, kept her eyes fixed on the situation at the rice noodle shop, while Xing Songfeng grew somewhat impatient.

"Bro, what are we looking at all over? Let's just go in!"

"You've been inside?"

"It has been disrupted many times."

"Why haven't you unlocked your people and software yet, so the young master can withdraw cash to improve his life?"

"I was thinking, my cousin can't even afford rice noodles, how could he ask my uncle for help?"

"Is that you, young master? How could he possibly ask for a favor so easily?"

"Brother, what do we do now? My cousin can't come back, and my uncle even agreed to let him marry Huang Qiaqia."

"How do you know that the master agrees to the eldest son marrying Huang Qiaqia?"

Xing Songfeng threw away the milk tea, jumped up suddenly, and grabbed Jin Xixing.

"That's great! Even your uncle disagrees?"

Jin Xixing coldly flicked his hand and uttered a sentence.

"Who told you that the master doesn't agree to the eldest son marrying Huang Qiaqia?"

"Ugh! It's so tiring to talk to people like you. Just give me a straight answer, whether you agree or not. All this guessing is so annoying."

Xing Songfeng lazily released Jin Xixing's hand, got up and lifted the thick curtain, when a trembling force suddenly grabbed his arm.

"They smashed my phone! Please, call the police for me! My friend, my friend...she was..."

Xing Songfeng turned around and Jin Xixing gave him a look. Xing Songfeng put his arm around the girl who had asked for his phone number at the rice noodle shop and offered her some heartwarming comfort.

"Don't worry, leave it to us."

With a fierce aura, Jin Xixing strode heavily, grabbed another girl from the rice noodle shop who was asking for his phone number from the four burly men, and shoved her into Xing Songfeng's arms.

Four men, all hot-tempered, surrounded the slender Jin Xixing.

Just as Xing Songfeng was about to step forward, Jin Xixing casually tossed out a remark.

"Stay away."

With a woman on each arm around him, Xing Songfeng turned and left. The four men looked at Jin Xixing with sly smiles and started shouting arrogantly.

"I advise you to mind your own business. Don't you even know what our fathers do? Daring to play the hero and save the damsel in distress, you must be tired of living!"

A cold glint flashed in Jin Xixing's eyes, and he spoke in a sinister and terrifying low voice.

"Hmph, a hero saving a damsel in distress."

The next second, Xing Songfeng waved to the two girls with a spring breeze in his eyes, came to the four cold corpses, shook his head, and sighed helplessly.

"You guys got what you deserved for bullying a girl! But hey bro, you've gotten so skilled in the past year."

"I am grateful to my opponent. He constantly motivates me, allowing me to unleash my potential in dangerous situations and continuously improve my combat power, which is why I was able to easily defeat these four useless people."

Xing Songfeng tilted his head back and pressed Jin Xixing for answers.

"An opponent? Who is it?"

Jin Xixing gave him a cold look, and Xing Songfeng held his tongue, pondering for a long time.

“Sheng Shan walks rather slowly, and I need to surpass him in that area. But, brother, they didn't do anything to you, so why are you so angry? Who upset you?”

Jin Xixing gave Bai Xingsong a disdainful look and quickly left.

Xing Songfeng quickly caught up, pressing for answers.

"Who is it? You're so angry you want to kill him?"

Jin Xixing glanced over coldly and uttered a sentence.

"you."

Xing Songfeng shivered suddenly. Just as he was about to hug Jin Xixing, Jin Xixing grabbed Xing Songfeng by the collar and pulled him into the carriage.