As soon as they got into the car, Awei called to report Meng Jiao's home address to Song Qiao.
"Boss, shall I bring a few more people to teach this woman a lesson?"
Awei hesitated on the phone before saying to Song Qiao.
"No need. I can handle this myself. You just need to keep an eye on the production at Xiang Piaopiao. Don't let any more mistakes like Sun Hu happen there."
Song Qiao instructed, then hung up the phone.
Although he was furious, he had not lost his reason. Dealing with a woman like Meng Jiao, who had a certain social standing, required a more subtle approach.
Otherwise, if she found any incriminating evidence, it could easily blow up into a huge scandal.
And he would be the one to suffer.
The best way was to thoroughly show her that her reliance was useless, thus extinguishing her desire for revenge.
"Song Qiao, why don't we just let this go? We don't need to stoop to this level."
Xia Yuqing was very hesitant, afraid that her husband might do something irreversible in a fit of emotion.
"No, only if we handle this properly can Tianhong truly get back on track. Otherwise, people will always think we're easy to bully."
As Song Qiao spoke, he sped up the car without further ado and arrived at the upscale villa district where Meng Jiao lived.
"Stop, what are you doing here?"
As soon as Song Qiao and his wife got out of the car, a bodyguard in a suit and sunglasses suddenly approached them.
"Please inform Ms. Meng that I, Song Qiao, have something important to see her about."
Song Qiao glanced at the man expressionlessly and said calmly.
"Who do you think you are? Our Ms. Meng is also someone you..."
Before he could finish, he suddenly recognized Song Qiao.
Just yesterday, he had seen the man at the banquet. At that time, he, as Meng Jiao's guard, was not qualified to enter the venue, but he had seen Song Qiao from afar.
"It's you?"
"How dare you show up here, you punk? Are you tired of living?"
"I advise you to go in and report immediately, otherwise, if you delay Ms. Meng's important business, you won't be able to bear the responsibility."
As the saying goes, it's easy to deal with the king of hell, but hard to deal with minor officials.
He never liked to bother with such sycophants.
"Oh, you're quite arrogant. It seems you still haven't realized your position."
The bodyguard sneered, picked up his baton, and threatened Song Qiao, "If you want me to go in and report to our Ms. Meng, then you and your bitch of a wife must kneel here and wait for me."
Seeing that Song Qiao had come with his wife, the bodyguard had a general idea of the situation.
Song Qiao was probably unable to withstand public pressure and had come here to apologize to Meng Jiao.
Since Song Qiao was here to apologize, he, as the boss's bodyguard, should naturally perform well. Perhaps he might even gain Meng Jiao's favor and recognition.
However, the second he finished speaking, Song Qiao suddenly raised his hand and slapped him across the face.
"You scoundrel, clean up your mouth. I don't know when the master hasn't spoken, but the dog has already jumped up to bite."
With that, Song Qiao pulled Xia Yuqing and walked directly into the villa, bypassing the security guard.
"Stop right there, I'm going to kill you."
In pain, the bodyguard roared and launched a sneak attack on Song Qiao from behind.
"Bang"
Song Qiao had received professional combat training in his previous life. Facing the bodyguard's flashy but impractical moves, he took him down in less than three moves, leaving him sprawled on the ground.
"Stop."
Just then, Meng Jiao rushed out of the villa after hearing her bodyguard's screams.
"What? Why have you two suddenly shown up here?"
"Weren't you quite arrogant yesterday? Why are you backing down now?"
Meng Jiao's expression turned grim when she saw them, then a hint of triumph appeared.
Song Qiao bringing his wife here at this time must be to apologize and beg her to withdraw the public pressure.
"I say, Ms. Meng..."
Song Qiao shook his head helplessly. Just as he was about to speak, Meng Jiao suddenly snorted, "If you want me to let you go, then show me your attitude. As long as you two kneel down for me now, I'll consider withdrawing the public pressure and letting you have a way out."
Xia Yuqing trembled all over upon hearing this.
"Meng Jiao, we were classmates. Must you be so ruthless?"
"You were the one who publicly humiliated me first. I don't think I've ever offended you before."
"Shut up, you cheap woman. I've disliked you since school. I really don't know why you're always acting so high and mighty."
"To tell you the truth, I want to humiliate you face-to-face. What can you do to me?"
"Now, hurry up and kneel down obediently. Let me see the pitiful appearance of our former so-called campus belle, and I'll spare you both."
Meng Jiao spoke more and more triumphantly, her smile becoming increasingly arrogant.
"I advise you not to go too far. Otherwise, you won't even have a chance to beg for mercy on your knees."
Seeing that she was insulting his wife again, Song Qiao's expression turned cold as he warned her.
"Hmph, Song Qiao, don't think you can act tough with me just because Young Master Zhao is on your side. I don't buy it."
"To tell you the truth, besides Zhao Tong, I know plenty of big shots who can ruin you."
Meng Jiao, feeling she had them cornered, confidently said to Song Qiao.
Upon hearing this, Xia Yuqing, who was already somewhat frightened, turned even paler.
"Oh, who do you know? Tell me, can they scare me?"
Song Qiao chuckled, completely unfazed by her threat, and asked with feigned curiosity.
"You must know Secretary Gao in our city, right? He's my maternal uncle. I heard your Xiang Piaopiao business is quite large. Believe it or not, with just one phone call from him, he can make your entire family go bankrupt instantly. You won't even have the chance to kneel and beg me."
Meng Jiao had lost face last night and was eager to regain it, so she directly revealed her biggest leverage, Secretary Gao's name.
"What?"
Xia Yuqing gasped, her legs feeling weak.
She hadn't expected Meng Jiao to know Secretary Gao. This was completely over. No matter how big Song Qiao's business was, he couldn't possibly contend with the authorities.
Song Qiao chuckled, dismissing her with disdain. He calmly took out his phone and dialed Secretary Gao's number.
"Tch, still pretending at a time like this."
Seeing his actions, Meng Jiao's disdain deepened.
Xia Yuqing also thought her husband had been intimidated by the name. After struggling for a moment, she finally gave up resisting and slowly knelt before Meng Jiao.
Her family couldn't afford to offend the people behind her. It was better for her to humble herself and apologize on behalf of her husband.