Song Qiao didn't stand on ceremony, and indifferently took the materials from Su Daqiang's hand.
"Mr. Su, I'll have someone transfer the agreed-upon payment to your account today."
Seeing that Song Qiao had finally calmed down, Su Daqiang's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally relaxed.
Meanwhile, Wu Run and Su Zhe, standing beside them, were already ashen-faced.
They hadn't expected Song Qiao to actually have such power, capable of buying this shopping mall with a mere gesture.
Song Qiao glanced back at the sales assistants, and then at Wu Meng.
He asked the sales assistant, "Can you pack it for me now?"
As soon as he said this, the sales assistant blushed profusely and eagerly began packing the clothes for Wu Meng.
Song Qiao, too lazy to bicker with these people, turned and looked at Su Daqiang.
"Mr. Su, you should discipline your son properly. Don't let him be ruined by some women."
After speaking, he cast a meaningful glance in a certain direction.
Then, he left with Wu Meng and Xia Xueqing.
"Song Qiao, you wait for me. As long as I'm alive, I'll make sure you and Wu Meng have a terrible end."
Wu Run glared venomously at Song Qiao's retreating back.
Gritting her teeth and hardening her expression, she began to scheme again.
...
Song Qiao drove the two women directly to his villa.
Wu Meng couldn't help but be surprised.
"Song Qiao, how are you still living here? Will the CEO of Xinkai agree to that?"
Song Qiao had helped her twice already. While her initial impression of him had improved, she still couldn't imagine him owning such a luxurious villa.
If he truly owned it, Xia Yuqing wouldn't be so eager to divorce him.
"The CEO of Xinkai? What business is it of his?"
Song Qiao chuckled lightly, opening the villa door as he spoke in jest.
Wu Meng's expression faltered upon hearing this.
"Could it be that Song Qiao's status makes even the CEO of Xinkai wary?"
"That he wouldn't dare ask him to move out of the villa?"
As soon as this thought crossed her mind, Wu Meng quickly shook her head.
Even she found the speculation a bit absurd.
Perhaps Song Qiao had been made the public figurehead by the CEO of Xinkai, to lend him face.
After all, a CEO wouldn't want their spokesperson to appear less than impressive.
Wu Meng rationalized to herself and followed Song Qiao and Xia Xueqing into the villa.
"You two are living together!"
As soon as she entered, she noticed clear signs that two people had been living there.
Without a doubt, that person must be Xia Xueqing.
"I've only stayed here for two nights; it's not what you're thinking."
Xia Xueqing's face flushed slightly.
While Song Qiao wasn't around, Wu Meng's eyes darted, and she quickly pulled Xia Xueqing aside.
"Xueqing, I've known for a while that you have feelings for your brother-in-law."
"But there's one thing I've never been able to understand."
"What is it?"
Xia Xueqing's eyes flickered, and instead of denying Wu Meng's statement, she asked with interest.
"Xueqing, with your looks, and the family background your sister has built, you could marry any talented young man you choose."
"Why did you set your sights on your brother-in-law, Song Qiao?"
"While he has some abilities, he's just a puppet put forward by the CEO of Xinkai."
"Moreover, he's your brother-in-law. Have you thought about how you'll face Yuqing in the future?"
"After all, you're sisters."
This question truly stumped Xia Xueqing. She pondered for a long time before finally replying, "Actually, I simply admire my brother-in-law."
"He went from being burdened with gambling debts to making a name for himself, and it only took him a year."
"Furthermore, his capabilities are not as ordinary as you and my sister imagine."
"My sister has always looked down on him, so she has always held a prejudice."
"As for how to handle the relationships, I'm not willing to consider it now. In short, I just admire Song Qiao."
Xia Xueqing spoke without evasion, her eyes filled with confidence and certainty.
Wu Meng couldn't help but be taken aback.
"Xia Xueqing has such a high opinion of Song Qiao?"
"Could it be that I, Wu Meng, was mistaken in my judgment?"
Wu Meng began to doubt her original assessment.
"Sigh, while he has some strength, there's still a significant gap compared to the CEO of Xinkai."
She muttered to herself, pushing these thoughts aside for the moment.
"What are you two talking about?"
Song Qiao returned just after making a phone call, and happened to see Wu Meng and Xia Xueqing chatting animatedly, arousing his curiosity.
"Nothing, nothing."
"My overseas trading company has been encountering some trouble lately, and I didn't expect a mysterious magnate in the country to help me resolve it."
"I still don't know who this person is, and I have no way to thank them."
She deliberately said this to Song Qiao, trying to gauge if he was involved.
However, Song Qiao remained impassive, showing no unusual reaction.
"Alas, I must be overthinking. I've never seen Song Qiao involved in anything at the docks, so he probably wouldn't have such capabilities."
After multiple failed attempts to probe, Wu Meng sighed inwardly and tried to reassure herself.
Shortly after dinner, Wu Meng proposed to leave.
"Let's go, I'll take you."
Seeing this, Song Qiao grabbed his keys, ready to go.
"No need, I can just take a taxi."
Wu Meng hesitated and quietly refused.
For some reason, she was now a little afraid of being alone with Song Qiao.
"Why are you being so polite with me? I must take you today."
Song Qiao frowned, grabbed Wu Meng's wrist, and pulled her into the car.
When Wu Run had left earlier, he had clearly seen the venom in her eyes.
It was possible that in her anger, that woman might do something irrational to Wu Meng.
Wu Meng wanted to refuse again, but seeing Song Qiao's sharp gaze, she stuck out her tongue and didn't dare to speak further.
"Hmph, it seems being a bit more domineering is better in the future. Otherwise, this woman always insists on her own way."
Song Qiao muttered to himself.
Song Qiao's intuition proved to be very accurate.
As they got out of the car at the entrance of Wu Meng's apartment complex, twenty or so burly men suddenly appeared from nowhere, surrounding Song Qiao and Wu Meng.
The leader held a cleaver in his hand.
"This... where did so many desperate individuals come from?"
Wu Meng's face turned ashen with fear, and she trembled, leaning against Song Qiao.
"It must be Wu Run, that crazy woman, seeking revenge on you."
Song Qiao's expression darkened, and he secretly rejoiced that he had insisted on taking Wu Meng home. Otherwise, he didn't know what Wu Run might have managed to do.