"This Song Qiao!"
Inside the banquet hall, after watching Song Qiao leave, Jiang Chuan gritted his teeth in anger, but dared not retaliate.
The rest of the group, after seeing the Security Department personnel depart, exploded like a pot.
"This Song Qiao is too amazing. His martial arts skills are impressive enough, but he actually has such a deep background."
"Yeah, if Jiang Chuan clashes with this person, he'll probably just have to suffer in silence."
"Tsk tsk, today I've truly witnessed what real power looks like. Facing someone like this, Jiang Chuan has to act like a grandson."
For a time, Song Qiao's name once again resonated throughout Yangcheng's high society.
Meanwhile, on the other side, Xia Xueqing remained worried about her teacher and, halfway out, turned back to take Du Qin with her as they left the banquet hall.
Even if disappointed, this was still her teacher, after all.
"Teacher, Song Qiao... he, he didn't mean to hurt you, it's just what you said earlier..."
"Alright, I'm fine."
Du Qin waved her hand, and when Song Qiao was mentioned now, there was no trace of resentment in her expression.
"Song Qiao is quite capable. I underestimated him before."
These words immediately widened Xia Xueqing's eyes.
"Teacher, you... you mean that... Teacher, your arm is injured. I'll take you to the hospital."
Her attitude immediately became exceptionally respectful.
Du Qin had injured her arm during the fight, and now with one hand, she was still unable to move freely.
"Mm, good."
Du Qin nodded slightly and then brought up Song Qiao again.
"By the way, while we're in the car, tell me about this Song Qiao. What kind of person is he? I didn't know him well before, so there were some misunderstandings."
Xia Xueqing's mood brightened instantly. Her teacher seemed to have become unusually open-minded.
"Okay, Teacher. Actually, he's..."
Ten minutes later.
When Xia Xueqing mentioned Mo Ling and Li Bingqing in the car, Du Qin's expression stiffened slightly.
"Are you sure Song Qiao really made those two suffer a great loss?"
"Of course! I'm telling the truth. Song Qiao is very powerful."
Xia Xueqing said proudly.
Du Qin took a while to calm her astonishment.
"Hmm, if that's the case, then Song Qiao is indeed quite good."
She only said "quite good," but in her heart, she was already full of admiration.
This was far more than "quite good." Not only was he skilled at such a young age, but he also possessed influence and wealth.
Such a person was absolutely worthy of her student, and might even bring her future benefits.
"Xueqing, I was wrong before. Thinking about it carefully now, you should get along well with this Song Qiao."
"Make sure to hold onto him. A man this excellent must have many women around him."
Xia Xueqing was stunned.
"Huh? Teacher, didn't you object before..."
"Cough, cough, just listen to your teacher, it's correct. I misunderstood him earlier."
Du Qin coughed lightly to cover her embarrassment, and then felt she should impart some wisdom.
"Anyway, if the time is right, you should hurry and have a child with him. This kind of man only..."
"Teacher, what are you talking about?"
Xia Xueqing's face immediately turned as red as an apple.
How could her teacher change so quickly? She had been so adamant about stopping them at the banquet. Now she was telling her to have a child with Song Qiao?
Meanwhile, after Xia Xueqing left, Song Qiao drove Xia Yuqing home. They didn't say much during the drive.
The silent atmosphere was only broken as they neared her home.
"Song Qiao... I want to treat you to a drink, I... I mean, can you have dinner with me?"
Xia Xueqing asked somewhat flusteredly.
The thought of calling him "husband" in her heart remained unspoken.
Song Qiao paused, looking at the somewhat flustered, beautiful face in the rearview mirror.
Recalling the dance at the banquet earlier, an inexplicable emotion surged within him.
"Okay, you pick a place."
A moment later, they sat opposite each other in a newly opened restaurant in the city center.
The restaurant was playing soulful Hong Kong and Taiwan pop songs, which were particularly popular in that era.
"Let's just order these."
Song Qiao casually ordered two dishes and then handed the menu to Xia Yuqing.
"See if there's anything else you want to order."
"No need, you just order,"
Xia Yuqing shook her head slightly, her appetite dulled. Her mind was constantly replaying the memories that had resurfaced.
She had been so foolish back then...
The atmosphere between them was a bit quiet until the first dish was served. Song Qiao finally broke the silence.
"What do you plan to do in the future?"
"Have you remembered everything from before?"
Xia Yuqing lowered her head, her voice barely audible.
"I... I've remembered everything. I'm sorry, I was too excessive before."
As she spoke, her eyes began to well up, her beautiful eyes misty.
"If I had to face those things again now, I would definitely not do that."
Saying this, she suddenly looked up at Song Qiao, the words begging for forgiveness almost escaping her lips.
But upon seeing his face, she couldn't bring herself to ask.
"Can we still be friends in the future?"
"Even... just ordinary friends."
"Yes."
Song Qiao nodded without hesitation, then picked up the red wine on the table and poured some into both glasses.
"Let's eat something first."
Xia Yuqing nodded and quietly took a sip of wine.
"Thank you."
Only then did she finally breathe a sigh of relief.
Xia Yuqing had feared most that after regaining her memory, Song Qiao would never forgive her, and they would become two people forever separated.
Half an hour later, Song Qiao dropped Xia Yuqing off at her doorstep before turning to leave.
Xia Yuqing stood at her door, not opening it immediately. Instead, she turned and watched Song Qiao's departing back, lost in thought.
That man had once belonged to her.
But since they could still be friends, perhaps there was still a chance.
A strong thought suddenly surged within her: perhaps she still had a chance to win back Song Qiao's heart.
Meanwhile, that evening, Song Qiao returned to his villa.
As soon as he opened the door, he found Xia Xueqing, that little girl, blocking the entrance. She stuck her head forward, sniffing intensely, and couldn't help but pout.
"Brother-in-law, what did she say to you?"
At this moment, Xia Xueqing feared reconciliation the most, so her words were full of jealousy.
Song Qiao smiled slightly. This woman's jealous expression was quite amusing.
"Let me think..."
"Your sister said she still likes me, and yes, we're getting remarried tomorrow."
These direct words caused Xia Xueqing's expression to freeze, her eyes stinging.
"How could you..."
Before she could finish her angry words, she saw the teasing look on Song Qiao's face and immediately understood.
"Alright, you dare to tease me!"
"Who told you not to trust me at all?"
Song Qiao smiled.
Xia Xueqing breathed a sigh of relief. To cover her embarrassment, she quickly grabbed a pillow from the sofa and threw it at Song Qiao.
"Hey, hey, you'll kill me..."
Song Qiao quickly dodged with a laugh, and the sounds of their playful scuffle echoed through the villa.
The next morning.
Song Qiao was sound asleep when the doorbell woke him up.
He got up to open the door, only to find Wu Meng standing there. The woman was wearing a black tight-fitting outfit today, accentuating her voluptuous figure, with a large expanse of white visible at her chest.
The sheer sexiness of it almost made Song Qiao's nose bleed.