Whoever was behind it, at least they weren't an enemy if they saved his life.
Even if they had done it for some ulterior motive, they would eventually come forward to state their terms.
Dwelling on it now would be a waste of energy.
With this thought, the two girls quickly withdrew their minds.
Xu Rou said to the two, "I won't be going with you."
"I need to go back and make a report, and I can help investigate this matter."
After bidding farewell, Song Qiao took Gao Meng home.
The car stopped at the entrance, but Song Qiao lingered, refusing to get out.
This made Gao Meng worry about him again.
"Master, what's wrong? Are you injured?"
Song Qiao feigned exhaustion, fumbling with the car door with his hands and rambling incoherently.
"Master, I... cough cough, I can't walk. I need to be supported!"
Gao Meng's mind was filled with worry for Song Qiao's health.
She didn't see through his pretense.
"Okay, okay, Master, you take your time. I'll help you down."
As she spoke, Gao Meng lifted one of Song Qiao's hands onto her shoulder.
She struggled to support him as she led him into the house.
Song Qiao, however, let out a wicked grin without a care in the world. His right hand, resting on her shoulder, continued to reach down.
Soon, it touched a soft spot, but Gao Meng still hadn't noticed.
He supported her all the way to the bedroom, then Song Qiao suddenly grabbed!
"Ah!"
With a soft cry, Gao Meng froze in place.
She trembled as if shocked, a tempting blush quickly spreading across her cheeks.
She looked like a ripe apple.
"Master! You, you, you..."
"Don't make noise! Master is so tired he's dizzy. I just want to grab a pillow and sleep."
Song Qiao, still feigning weakness, spoke while tightening his grip and giving a slight tug.
This startled Gao Meng. She stomped her foot and frantically pushed Song Qiao's "piggish hands" away from her chest.
"Master, wake up! Look, is that a pillow you're grabbing?"
"Don't talk nonsense! It's soft and fluffy, what else could it be but a pillow? Hey, don't snatch it away!"
Song Qiao, putting on an act, pretended to be weak and lied with his eyes open.
"I just praised you for being sensible, and now you want to snatch a pillow from me."
"I have to snatch it, Master! That's not a pillow, that's... humph! Mmph!"
Song Qiao treated the fabric on her chest like a pillow, grabbing and rubbing it.
The physical sensations made Gao Meng so anxious she was about to cry.
Her legs trembled uncontrollably. Just as she didn't know what to do, she noticed a wicked smile on Song Qiao's lips.
At that moment, her face instantly turned extremely grim.
"So that's it! You're doing this on purpose, aren't you? Watch me beat you!"
Gao Meng shoved Song Qiao's hands away, rolled up her sleeves, and was about to commit a "betrayal of her master."
But unexpectedly, Song Qiao suddenly lunged towards her!
With Gao Meng's strength, how could she possibly support Song Qiao's weight?
Her legs gave way, and the two of them fell directly onto the bed.
Gao Meng, terrified, quickly closed her eyes, feeling Song Qiao press down on her. She said in shock.
"Ah! Master, you're not going to force yourself, are you?"
"Get up! You're so heavy, you're crushing me!"
"Master? Are you alright?"
After calling out twice with no response, Gao Meng opened her eyes suspiciously.
She found Song Qiao had fallen asleep on her.
Soon, snoring could be heard.
Looking at the face so close to hers, Song Qiao's exhaustion was fully evident.
Gao Meng saw this and her heart ached.
She reached out and gently stroked his cheek, pouting and murmuring to herself.
"Since you're so tired, I'll let you sleep for 10 minutes first!"
Gao Meng tilted her head back, looking at the ceiling, and began counting in her mind.
Soon, drowsiness washed over her. In her daze, she grabbed randomly and happened upon a plush toy that felt comfortable to hug.
She tightly embraced it with both small hands, falling asleep contentedly.
The next morning, Song Qiao frowned in his sleep.
He tried to reach for his phone to check the time, but his fingertips brushed against something soft.
Huh?
He squeezed harder, and it even made a sound!
"Ah!"
Song Qiao jolted awake from his dream and quickly pulled up the covers, jumping out of bed.
He assumed a defensive stance, warily surveying his surroundings.
"What the hell! Who's there?"
There were no enemies. Only Gao Meng, sitting on the bed, glaring at him with a wronged expression.
Seeing it was her, Song Qiao breathed a sigh of relief, then became suspicious again.
He looked down at the scratch marks on her chest and understood what that soft mass he had grabbed was.
He burst into laughter, mockingly remarking with an air of pride.
"I never expected you to be so proactive!"
"You!" Gao Meng felt as if her lungs were about to explode from anger.
But the main reason was that Song Qiao had held her all night.
She angrily grabbed a pillow and hurled it at him, saying fiercely.
"It's because you fell asleep so suddenly and pinned me down!"
"Look again, is that really a pillow!"
Song Qiao caught the pillow and tested its feel in his arms, grinning mischievously.
"Much more useful than a pillow! Hahaha..."
Laughter echoed from within the room.
The master and disciple chased each other, their fatigue vanishing amidst their playful banter.
After a while, they ceased their antics.
Song Qiao also became serious, picking up his phone to check the time.
He realized he had slept from yesterday evening until noon today.
That was understandable, given the immense strain on his body.
But how could this girl have slept with him for so long?
Noticing Song Qiao's strange gaze, the blush that had faded from Gao Meng's face reappeared.
She lowered her head and mumbled. "I can't help it if I'm sleepy."
"Alright, alright, whatever my disciple wants to do is fine!"
Song Qiao smiled dotingly. Suddenly, the phone rang.
The caller was Deng Yihan, his old flame.
They exchanged pleasantries and casually chatted about their recent lives. Deng Yihan then began to explain the problems she was facing.
"After Li Bingqing went to Southeast Asia, she has gradually taken over the Guo family's business there."
"Last night, she even held a banquet to celebrate, inviting dignitaries from all levels in Southeast Asia."
"Even the Governor attended."
Hearing this news, Song Qiao sighed.
"Indeed, people's hearts change."
"These matters can still be handled for now. The main problem is..."
Deng Yihan paused slightly and pleaded.
"Song Qiao, I need your help. I implore you, you must save my brother, Deng Hui!"