"That girl is too reckless," Xia Xueqing said to Song Qiao after examining Gao Meng's injuries. "Her whole body is covered in bruises and cuts from the fight. Those kidnappers were truly merciless, not showing any pity towards a young girl."
Song Qiao smiled wryly. "They're from the Azure Dragon gang, after all. What good people could they be? As a martial artist, one can't avoid getting hurt in a fight." He shook his head. "I can't let Gao Meng stay under my protection forever. While it might be safe, she'll never truly grow into a powerful martial artist."
"That's too much! How can they be so heartless?" Xia Xueqing pouted, clearly displeased.
"It's alright, I have a way to quickly heal these wounds," Song Qiao said with a faint smile, his tone confident.
"You have a way?" Xia Xueqing sounded hesitant, but given Song Qiao was also a martial artist, it wasn't entirely surprising he might have methods for treating injuries. "Then hurry up!" She was curious to see this method that could solve the problem so quickly. After all, who didn't want to look beautiful? What if she got injured and ended up with scars?
"You don't need to come. Gao Meng, come inside with me."
Gao Meng blinked for a moment, then followed Song Qiao into the bedroom. Xia Xueqing pouted, appearing a little upset and perhaps a bit jealous that Song Qiao didn't let her in. "Alone, with a girl..." she mused. But considering Gao Meng was her best friend, and Song Qiao was now her... husband, Xia Xueqing pursed her lips and ultimately said nothing more.
Meanwhile, as soon as Song Qiao brought Gao Meng into the room, he turned to her and said, "Take off all your clothes. It'll be more convenient."
Gao Meng gasped, clutching her chest tightly, and stared at Song Qiao with confusion. "What are you doing? You pervert!" Song Qiao's reputation in this regard was indeed not good. Coupled with his repeated teasing in the past, if it were any other time, Gao Meng wouldn't have minded. But now... "I'm injured, and you're still bullying me..."
Hearing this, Song Qiao let out a helpless laugh. "Do you really think I'm that kind of person?" Seeing Gao Meng nod, Song Qiao could only glare at her, speaking with exasperation. "Don't overthink it. I'm here to heal your wounds. Hurry up and undress."
"I..." Gao Meng gritted her teeth, conflicted. Although Song Qiao had always been good to her, she was still a bit worried about undressing in front of another man. After all, she was still a pure maiden. "Besides, with Xia Xueqing outside, he probably won't be too bold..." she thought, remembering her best friend was just beyond the door. And, which girl didn't care about beauty? If she ended up with scars, it would be too unsightly in the future. With no other choice, Gao Meng obediently removed her outer layer.
Her delicate body was exposed before Song Qiao. He glanced up and down, letting out a soft "tsk" as he praised Gao Meng's figure. "Keep going. You need to be completely undressed," he instructed.
Gao Meng's face flushed instantly. Clutching the clothes she had taken off, she said indignantly, "I won't! Mr. Song, I can tolerate your usual antics, but what are you doing now...?" As she spoke, Gao Meng tried to flee the scene. She thought about reporting him to Xia Xueqing if he continued.
However, to her surprise, Song Qiao was persistent. He grabbed her arm, making Gao Meng even more startled and frightened. She immediately tried to break free, but how could she possibly contend with Song Qiao?
"Don't move. Feel it yourself," he said, reaching out to touch her bruises. Gao Meng's face was flushed, but she instinctively focused on Song Qiao's hands. To her astonishment, a warm current flowed through her body. Upon closer inspection, she saw the bruises slowly dissolving under the warm current, and her wounds began to heal rapidly.
"What is this...?" Gao Meng was shocked. She had never witnessed such a method before. Had she... wrongly accused Song Qiao? "A martial artist can do this?" she asked, looking at him with confusion.
"It's a type of qi. You need to learn to utilize it gradually," Song Qiao replied calmly, as if it were the most ordinary thing in the world. "It's quite simple. If a martial artist can't even heal their own injuries, how can they talk about extending their lifespan?"
"So that's how it is. I... I'm sorry, Mr. Song." Gao Meng lowered her head, blushing. Although still shy, having chosen to trust him, she no longer felt afraid and proceeded to remove all her clothes.
"Very good. I will help you master this power." As the qi flowed through her, her wounds gradually disappeared, and Gao Meng became more familiar with its movement. A sense of security washed over her, and her tense body began to relax. "Mmm... so comfortable," she even let out a moan, only realizing it afterward. "How could I be so out of sorts today... especially in front of Song Qiao..." she thought, feeling embarrassed.
Fortunately, her injuries healed quickly. As she put her clothes back on, Song Qiao looked at her with a smile. "Thankfully, such a good figure and skin won't be scarred. Otherwise, I'd be heartbroken."
Hearing this, her face fell as she was about to thank him. She playfully chided, "Big pervert, even while healing me, you're thinking about such things."
"Heh heh, one day, you'll have to pay me back for this, won't you?" Song Qiao's eyes narrowed as he dodged a pillow thrown at him.
After spending some time with the two women, Song Qiao immediately drove to the Mayor's residence. The Hai Ning gang had made their move and even captured his daughter. Therefore, protecting the Mayor's safety had become his primary mission.
"Mr. Song, you're here!" Wang Yuan breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing Song Qiao, then looked at him with gratitude. "Thank you for saving my daughter. Otherwise, with the current situation... I truly can't predict what would have happened." The thought of it still made Wang Yuan's heart race. Those thugs from the Hai Ning gang deserved to die.
"It's alright. I'm not here to take credit; I'm here to protect you," Song Qiao replied with a smile. "I promised Zheng Shan I would, and I always keep my word."
At that moment, a figure emerged from behind Wang Yuan. After scrutinizing Song Qiao for a moment, he spoke with disdain, "Protecting the Mayor? You?" "Do you know who our enemy is, hmm?" Song Qiao looked at him quizzically, wondering where this man had come from. "Let me tell you, the Mayor's safety doesn't require a cocky young man like you. I alone am enough!"