It wasn't surprising that Song Qiao reacted this way, as the person who arrived was none other than Madam Shen, with whom he had shared an adventure just a few days prior.
Madam Shen also spotted Song Qiao at that moment and abruptly stopped.
Her eyes widened, her mouth gaped open, and she let out a startled cry, raising her right hand to cover her mouth. "How are you here?"
Then, her gaze shifted to Deng Yihan. "Why is Mr. Song here as well?"
Deng Yihan chuckled, blinked, and lightly brushed a strand of hair from her temple. She replied nonchalantly, "Because I am here!"
Looking at the scene in the room, she seemed to understand something. The key was Deng Yihan's flushed cheeks and her slightly moist eyes, which spoke volumes.
Madam Shen's hands hung naturally by her sides, gripping the straps of her backpack.
At the same time, her face showed displeasure, her brows furrowing tightly.
"..." Song Qiao felt a touch of awkwardness and managed a faint smile.
Deng Yihan appeared oblivious to the tension between them and said,
"Don't be polite, make yourselves at home. Would you like something to drink?"
"No need. Just say what you want to say directly," Madam Shen replied, feeling helpless and indignant, yet unwilling to be dictated to.
She then sat on a sofa slightly further from Song Qiao.
"Heh, Madam Shen is indeed straightforward. Then I won't beat around the bush. I want to know, are your South Korean chaebols currently seeking to enter the Southeast Asian market?" Deng Yihan asked, her gaze fixed directly on Madam Shen.
Hearing Deng Yihan's question, Song Qiao raised an eyebrow. He understood Deng Yihan's objective.
This woman clearly intended to stir up even more trouble in the Southeast Asian market.
And to achieve this, she even wanted to bring in the South Korean chaebols?
Heh, it had to be said, Deng Yihan was truly ambitious!
At the same time, he inwardly marveled at Deng Yihan's impressive capabilities and her exceptionally broad vision.
These qualities, combined with her decisive style, reminded him of Mo Ling.
Meanwhile, Madam Shen, sitting opposite Deng Yihan, showed no outward emotion, but her tightly clasped hands on her backpack betrayed her inner tension.
When she remained silent, Deng Yihan simply watched her, saying nothing.
After a considerable pause, Madam Shen finally spoke, "Yes, as you surmised, I have had this idea for some time and have made corresponding arrangements."
Upon hearing this, Deng Yihan's face lit up with joy. "The Deng family has developed many technological products that can complement yours and enable us to collaborate and jointly capture the Southeast Asian market. Therefore, I believe we should find time to have a good chat if the opportunity arises."
"Of course, it would be even better if you could involve more chaebols to participate."
Hearing this, Madam Shen finally grasped Deng Yihan's true intention, and a hint of inexplicable excitement bloomed on her face. "As you wish. I believe this is a great opportunity for us to establish a strong partnership and move forward together in the future to jointly develop the Southeast Asian market."
Madam Shen had long harbored the ambition of expanding into Southeast Asia, but her chaebol had weaker influence there. The Deng family's industries and influence were the colossal entities she would have to face first.
Previously, she had only anticipated a confrontation with the Deng family and had been strategizing without taking action.
In other words, she had always viewed the Deng family as an adversary.
However, she hadn't expected Deng Yihan to approach her and propose collaboration.
It seemed that this young lady from the Deng family was truly remarkable; in terms of her vision and ambition alone, she far surpassed Madam Shen.
Thinking this, Madam Shen inwardly sighed, her strengths not lying in business operations.
Compared to this Deng Yihan, she fell considerably short.
With these thoughts, Madam Shen began to engage in deeper communication and negotiation with Deng Yihan.
Throughout the entire process, Song Qiao remained present, holding his tea and taking occasional sips.
Mmm, not bad!
Especially with Madam Shen and Deng Yihan's long, black-stockinged legs, a feast for the eyes!
These two beauties, one mature, the other youthful, each possessed unique charm and excelled in their own way.
They truly gave him a visual treat.
At the same time, he had to shift his posture as images of their long, fair legs after shedding their black stockings repeatedly flashed in his mind, causing an unwelcome physical reaction.
Of course, a portion of this was also due to the earlier interaction with Deng Yihan, which had ignited his desires but was interrupted, leaving him with pent-up arousal.
And now, these two women were like generals on the battlefield, achieving swift victories, their progress rapid.
Song Qiao felt that not much time had passed before Deng Yihan and Madam Shen had agreed on the general framework for their cooperation.
It was simple: the Deng family would provide materials and channels, while the South Korean chaebols would supply equipment and technology. Together, they would conquer the Southeast Asian market.
Naturally, this was merely the cooperation framework. More specific details would be ironed out by joint working teams from both sides.
They would only need to oversee the overall direction.
However, even so, such progress shouldn't be too slow.
After all, both strong women were keen to promote this collaboration, which was highly beneficial to both parties, so there shouldn't be significant internal resistance.
Nevertheless, unforeseen circumstances could arise, and their continued attention would be necessary to ensure the direction and progress of their future cooperation.
Madam Shen stood up, her face beaming, and shook hands with Deng Yihan, appearing radiant.
As she turned to leave, she suddenly paused, looked at Song Qiao, her beautiful eyes twinkling, "Mr. Song, do you happen to have time? I'd like to treat you to a meal!"
"Heh, certainly."
"But this time, you must keep your word and not stand me up again... otherwise, I'll be heartbroken!" Madam Shen said, a touch of vulnerability in her eyes.
"You don't have to be so heartbroken over being stood up once. Anyone who didn't know would think I dumped you," Song Qiao replied with a hint of helplessness.
"...It's a date then." Madam Shen didn't reply directly but gave Song Qiao a lingering look before departing.
The room fell silent once more.
Only Song Qiao and Deng Yihan remained.
Song Qiao surveyed Deng Yihan from head to toe. "I didn't expect you to have such a big appetite! That vast market, can you truly digest it?"
Deng Yihan smiled and patted her flat abdomen, causing her full breasts to tremble precariously. "I can try. You know what I mean, I just don't want the waters to be too clear. The muddier, the better for fishing, and the more I can swallow."
"I wish you a hearty appetite!"
Saying this, Song Qiao embraced Deng Yihan and began to caress her full, black-stockinged legs again.
His hand felt the elasticity and the faint texture of the stockings.
He heard Deng Yihan's soft gasps by his ear.
Tilting his head slightly, he could see her face blushing, all the way to the roots of her ears.
Heh, this little girl, who presented herself as so outgoing and bold, making one think she was experienced, turned out to be a virgin, acting so shy.
"My beauty, don't be shy, come on, I'm ready!" Song Qiao whispered. "I wonder if you are?"
As he spoke, he leaned in and gently kissed her full, rosy lips.
Deng Yihan had already closed her eyes, parted her lips slightly, her red lips trembling, and met his kiss.
Lip to lip.
Naturally, clothing began to shed, falling to the floor like scattered petals, possessing a silent beauty.
The sofa bore their weight.
It swayed like surging waves.
On the sofa, figures intertwined, sweat glistening.