"You, Song Qiao, you're going to make me so angry I could die."
Hearing her husband's merciless warning, Xia Yuqing was so furious she was about to cry.
"For some other woman, you dare to turn on your own wife. Are you even a man?"
Xia Yuqing roared, huffing and puffing as she sat down to the side.
Wu Meng, seeing this, lost all interest in playing any further.
She hurried over to comfort Xia Yuqing.
Unexpectedly, Song Qiao completely ignored them, instead teaching Xia Xueqing how to shoot arrows, hand in hand.
After today's commotion, the couple had completely fallen out.
Each felt the other was being utterly unreasonable.
"Yuqing, don't be angry anymore. How about I help you teach Song Qiao a lesson?"
Wu Meng gently patted her best friend's shoulder, murmuring words of comfort.
Watching Song Qiao nocking an arrow, she couldn't help but feel a surge of competitive spirit.
"How will you teach him a lesson?"
Xia Yuqing wiped away a tear, looking at Wu Meng with some curiosity.
"He likes shooting arrows, doesn't he? I'll go challenge him to a match. If he loses, he has to apologize to you and stop helping Ye Zhiwei, right?"
Wu Meng said, winking at Xia Yuqing.
"But, are you sure you can win against him?"
Xia Yuqing's eyes lit up for a moment, then her spirits sank.
Song Qiao had some martial arts background, so he likely wasn't terrible at archery.
"Hmph, I might not be confident in other things, but when it comes to archery, no Song Qiao can compare to this young lady."
"I received specialized training abroad and even won awards in major competitions."
Wu Meng was clearly very confident in her archery skills.
As she spoke, she gestured with her fist towards Xia Yuqing.
"Really? That's great! Hurry and go teach that scoundrel a lesson for me."
Xia Yuqing immediately perked up.
She couldn't wait to see Song Qiao in a sorry state.
...
"Song Qiao, I see you're quite fond of archery. Your wife is crying, and you're not even going to try and comfort her."
Wu Meng picked up her specially brought bow and arrows and provocatively approached Song Qiao.
"It's all her own fault. I've never seen someone from my own family turn their back on their own."
Song Qiao ignored her provocation, calmly answering her second question.
Wu Meng's expression faltered a little upon hearing this.
From an outsider's perspective, she also felt Xia Yuqing had been a bit excessive just now.
She knew Mo Ling was her husband's rival, yet she ran over to pledge allegiance at such a time.
This kind of behavior was truly chilling.
"I don't care about your disputes. I just want to ask if you dare to compete with me."
Wu Meng bit her lip, raising her bow and arrows in front of Song Qiao.
"Tell me, what are your stakes?"
Song Qiao asked calmly.
He had understood her intentions the moment she arrived.
"If you lose, you must apologize to Yuqing and cease your assistance to Ye Zhiwei."
"No bet."
Song Qiao refused without hesitation.
"You..."
"Let me say it again. Ye Zhiwei is my friend. Helping a friend through difficulties is a matter of principle."
"I will not bet on this with you."
Song Qiao explained, then turned away, ignoring her.
"Then forget that. If you lose, you have to apologize to Yuqing." Wu Meng immediately changed her proposal.
"Then what if you lose?"
Song Qiao glanced at her with a half-smile.
"Me? How could I possibly lose? If I lose, then Yuqing will apologize to you."
Wu Meng said confidently.
"Alright, let's begin."
Song Qiao seemed to want to vent, nocking an arrow and shooting ten shots in quick succession.
All ten arrows hit the bullseye.
Although he wasn't particularly interested in archery, he had some experience in his previous life.
Today, fueled by anger, his performance was exceptional, with all ten arrows hitting the center of the target.
This stunning display left Wu Meng frozen in place.
Even with her superior skills, she couldn't guarantee hitting the bullseye with every single shot.
While she had occasionally achieved ten consecutive bullseyes, it was usually a matter of extreme luck.
Song Qiao's feat had cornered her.
If she missed even one shot, it would mean she lost.
Under such immense psychological pressure, even a professional archer would struggle to perform exceptionally.
However, just as she held her breath, about to attempt her challenge.
Suddenly.
A strange woman appeared before everyone.
Her hair was disheveled, and her eyes were bloodshot.
Upon seeing Wu Meng, she lunged at her desperately, brandishing a dagger.
Xia Yuqing and Xia Xueqing sisters were stunned on the spot.
Wu Meng, unable to dodge in time, cried out in fear and closed her eyes, preparing for death.
Only Song Qiao remained clear-headed and rational at this moment.
He rushed forward and shoved Wu Meng aside, then used a disarming technique to control the attacker's wrist.
With a slight application of force, the attacker cried out in pain. In her struggle, the knife dropped to the ground.
Song Qiao stepped on the dagger, then forcefully shoved the attacker several steps away.
He glanced coldly at her, frowning as he said:
"Where did this lunatic come from?"
"Phew."
Seeing the crisis averted, Wu Meng let out a long sigh of relief and looked at Song Qiao with gratitude.
In that instant, she felt as if she had walked through the gates of hell.
Fortunately, Song Qiao had risked himself to push her away. Otherwise, the consequences would have been truly unimaginable.
She nervously wiped the cold sweat from her forehead.
Just as she was about to speak, Xia Xueqing, who had been stunned until now, finally reacted. She let out a scream and rushed to Song Qiao's side.
"Brother-in-law, are you alright? Are you injured?"
As she spoke, she raised Song Qiao's arm and examined his hand carefully.
"I'm fine. How could this woman possibly hurt me?"
Song Qiao patted her head, signaling her to relax.
Then, he picked up the dagger from the ground and looked at the madwoman he had just pushed away.
"Such a vicious woman. It's even a military-grade dagger."
Song Qiao muttered to himself.
He secretly pondered whether this attack was aimed at him or Wu Meng.
The woman on the ground struggled to get back up.
"Wu Meng, you slut. How are you still alive after all these years?"
Her voice was sharp and piercing, filled with palpable hatred that sent chills down one's spine.
"Crazy person, if you're sick, go get treatment immediately. Don't come here and cause trouble."
Song Qiao was not intimidated at all and shot back directly.