"Who? Get out here!"
Sui Chao was startled and instinctively stood up from his chair.
Song Qiao let out a calm laugh and strode into the office.
"What, President Sui, you had the guts to snatch Tianhong, but you didn't expect me, Song Qiao, to come seeking revenge?"
"It's you? You little bastard, you still have the nerve to show up?"
"You don't have any shares in Tianhong now, so you have no say here."
"Didn't you divorce Xia Yuqing? What right do you have to point fingers here?"
Before Sui Chao could speak, his aunt rushed forward like a mad dog.
"You shameless old hag!"
"Shut your mouth!"
Song Qiao had initially been too lazy to bother with her, but now he didn't want to tolerate it for another minute.
The other party clearly knew Xia Yuqing had amnesia and deliberately used the divorce to provoke her.
Such behavior was practically suicidal.
"Slap!"
Song Qiao put almost all his strength into this slap.
The next second, the aunt spat out a mouthful of blood, collapsing on the ground, unable to get up.
"You old bastard."
"Back then, Yuqing gave you a chance to earn a living. Forgetting her kindness was one thing, but now you've come back to bite her."
"Where do you get the courage to shamelessly claim you're a Xia family member?"
Song Qiao's voice was cold, devoid of any emotion.
In front of everyone in the room, he grabbed the aunt's hair and lifted her from the ground.
"Today, I'll teach you a lesson."
Before anyone could react, he had landed over a dozen slaps on the aunt's face.
The office was filled with the aunt's pig-like screams.
"You scoundrel, let my wife go immediately!"
The uncle, who had been lurking outside planning this, could no longer stand it and rushed forward to intervene.
"Get lost."
As soon as he got close, Song Qiao kicked him flying.
He then threw the aunt out like a sack.
"Sui Chao, now it's your turn."
Song Qiao calmly pulled a tissue from his pocket and wiped the blood from his hands.
Sui Chao, in his early twenties, had never witnessed such a brutal scene.
If it weren't for his uncle, Sui Jiangchuan, having some influence, he would just be an ordinary college student now.
Under Song Qiao's predatory gaze, his legs began to tremble.
"Song Qiao, I'm warning you, don't do anything rash."
"My uncle is Sui Jiangchuan. If you touch me today, he definitely won't let you off."
He backed away, his voice trembling as he threatened.
"Oh?"
Song Qiao raised an eyebrow and sneered contemptuously.
"Since you're so confident, I'll give you an opportunity."
"Let's see if Sui Jiangchuan can protect you now."
With that, he lunged forward, grabbing Sui Chao by the collar.
He then forced him backward onto the desk, casually picked up an ashtray, and dangled it in front of him.
"Call Sui Jiangchuan now and see if he supports me teaching you a lesson."
Sui Chao trembled uncontrollably, almost wetting himself.
Whether it was useful or not, Sui Jiangchuan was his last hope.
"Uncle, Song Qiao is beating me. Hurry up and come to Tianhong to save me."
As soon as the call was connected, Sui Jiangchuan almost broke down crying.
"What?"
"Who told you to provoke Mr. Song again?"
"Are you tired of living? Get back here immediately!"
Just as Sui Chao was about to reply, Song Qiao snatched the phone away and turned on the speakerphone.
"Sui Jiangchuan, your nephew is causing trouble here."
"I'm teaching him a lesson on your behalf. Do you have any objections?"
Song Qiao's tone was still laced with a hint of a smile, but it sent shivers down Sui Jiangchuan's spine.
"Of course, I wouldn't dare object."
"My nephew has been a scoundrel since he was young. Now that he's offended Mr. Song, he deserves a good lesson."
"For the sake of the Sui family's only male heir for three generations, I beg Mr. Song to spare his worthless life."
Sui Jiangchuan's words were utterly submissive, a complete contrast to his arrogance yesterday.
The aunt and her family in the room turned pale upon hearing this.
Song Qiao had actually subdued Sui Jiangchuan yesterday.
He never imagined this kid's influence had grown to such an extent in just a year.
Sui Chao trembled with fear. His greatest reliance was gone, and his demeanor was even more pathetic than that of an ordinary spoiled brat.
"So, Young Master Sui, your uncle doesn't seem to be able to protect you."
As Song Qiao spoke, he suddenly slammed the ashtray down on Sui Chao's head.
"Ah!"
Before Sui Jiangchuan's scream could fully register.
Song Qiao struck again, four or five times in total. Sui Chao, bleeding from his head, fainted.
Throughout the ordeal, Song Qiao's expression remained unchanged.
He had held back his strength.
Although Sui Chao was beaten badly, the injuries were only superficial.
He did this to completely intimidate the aunt's family.
"Someone, drag this guy out and send him to Sui Jiangchuan."
"Next, we'll be dealing with matters within our own family."
Song Qiao wiped his hands again.
He looked at the aunt with a half-smile that almost sent her scrambling to flee.
"Song Qiao, is what Auntie said just now true?"
Xia Yuqing's eyes were slightly red as she weakly tugged on Song Qiao's sleeve and asked pitifully.
Song Qiao understood she was referring to the divorce.
After a moment of hesitation, he gently patted Xia Yuqing's head and said softly, "Of course not. How could you believe someone like Auntie?"
In order for Xia Yuqing to recover quickly and not be stimulated further, he could only tell this lie for now.
"That's good then."
"I thought you really didn't want me anymore."
Xia Yuqing suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, sticking out her tongue in relief.
"Kid named Song, I don't care how capable you are, but all the shareholders in the company now support us."
"Moreover, these people combined hold fifty percent of the shares, enough to rival Xia Yuqing."
"No matter what, Tianhong should belong to us now."
The uncle finally mustered up his courage and threatened Song Qiao.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk."
"Yuqing worked hard for years, and you just reaped the rewards."
"Doesn't your conscience hurt?"
"Don't forget, when you were desperate, it was Yuqing who took you and your family in."
Song Qiao seemed unfazed by the matter, mocking the uncle with a sarcastic tone.
"Hmph, stop with the useless talk. The victor is king, the vanquished is a bandit."
"Her Xia Yuqing's current status also owes a lot to our support."
"From now on, I will clean out the Xia family's lineage. You two will have nothing to do with the Xia family."
"You'd best hand over your shares in Tianhong obediently."
The uncle had reached the peak of shamelessness, and Song Qiao, listening beside him, felt ashamed for him.
"I have the same intention. From now on, Yuqing's family will sever all ties with you!"
"You ungrateful wretches do not deserve to be called Xia family members."