Wei Ting's entire face contorted upon hearing this.
Her once delicate features were now squeezed together, making her look utterly repulsive.
Ever since she had gained a modicum of fame, Wei Ting refused to tolerate any form of slight.
In fact, due to being rejected too many times when she first graduated and was looking for a job, her psychology had become completely warped.
She viewed everyone and everything around her with a vengeful attitude.
How could she possibly endure Song Qiao's mockery?
She immediately raised a finger, pointed it at Song Qiao's nose, and berated him fiercely.
"Where did you country bumpkin come from? What do you think you are?"
"Who gave you permission to speak to me like that?"
"Heh. If I recall correctly, didn't you just claim you were going to replace me?"
"If you have the guts, then try it!"
"If you can really replace me, I'd actually start to look up to you!"
Song Qiao wasn't in a hurry to argue with her. He shrugged and smiled helplessly.
"Since you've said so, I can only grant your wish!"
"You!" Wei Ting wanted to curse him further, but she saw Song Qiao take out his phone.
Watching him pretend to make a call, Wei Ting snorted dismissively, no longer anxious.
She just waited to see how embarrassed he would be after hanging up.
Meanwhile, Cheng Ran was extremely worried, unable to help but break out in a cold sweat for Song Qiao.
She knew how vindictive Wei Ting was.
She had heard that Wei Ting had the Zheng family as her backing, making her a formidable opponent.
As Cheng Ran's anxiety grew, Song Qiao's call went through.
The person who answered was Zheng Ci. Ever since Song Qiao had previously entrusted her with the management of Huajiang Group, this young lady had managed the entire group meticulously, with everything running smoothly.
Even Gao Meng had to admit that she had underestimated her good sister's capabilities.
"Mr. Song, what are your instructions?"
Since it was during working hours, Zheng Ci on the other end of the phone was much more respectful.
As Song Qiao was about to discuss work matters, he didn't waste time with pleasantries and directly instructed.
"I'll give you an address later. Have the marketing department manager prepare the project contract and come over immediately."
"Oh, and the group has a newly signed model, her name is..."
"Wei Ting!" Wei Ting, not afraid of Song Qiao at all, arrogantly reminded him.
Song Qiao nodded and asked the person on the phone,
"Did you hear that? Bring her contract along too. Terminate the cooperation!"
"Understood, Mr. Song. I'll arrange it immediately!"
On the other end of the line, Zheng Ci didn't know what Song Qiao's plan was.
However, she also knew she had no right to question Song Qiao's intentions.
After all, he was the president of Huajiang Group!
Furthermore, she was Gao Meng's cousin and had always been grateful for Song Qiao's care for Gao Meng.
Coupled with her own deep trust in Song Qiao, she naturally wouldn't doubt or defy his decisions.
The call ended. Wei Ting looked at Song Qiao with a smirk, asking playfully,
"Finished your call? No, no, I shouldn't ask that. Is your phone even on? Hahaha."
As she finished speaking, Wei Ting couldn't hold back her laughter.
The mockery on her face grew increasingly rampant, as if she found the person in front of her to be a ridiculous clown.
It wasn't just Wei Ting; even the others in the studio held little hope for Song Qiao.
After all, they had never seen him before.
And what kind of entity was Huajiang Group?
If Song Qiao truly had any influence within Huajiang, how could Wei Ting, with her ability to navigate social circles, not recognize him?
If Song Qiao just happened to know a manager or supervisor in Huajiang, then his claim to replace Wei Ting with a single word was pure fantasy!
Wei Ting was currently extremely popular, and it would be difficult for Huajiang Group to find a suitable replacement for her in a short period.
This wouldn't exactly harm Huajiang Group, but such a move would be entirely unprofitable.
Who would do something unprofitable?
Therefore, everyone unanimously believed that Song Qiao was simply daydreaming!
"Sigh..."
The studio began to fill with sighs.
If Song Qiao made a fool of himself, it would undoubtedly fuel Wei Ting's arrogance even further.
What would happen to Cheng Ran then? And what about the studio?
Cheng Ran didn't know. Her mind was a complete mess.
"Song Qiao, are you reliable?"
She tugged weakly at Song Qiao's sleeve, looking pitiful.
Cheng Ran's plea was less of a question and more of a desperate plea for help.
Although she had thought Song Qiao was full of hot air and unreliable moments ago, she truly had no other options now.
Suing Wei Ting, not to mention her rash agreement to Wei Ting's proposal to terminate the contract, meant that the previously agreed-upon work no longer had any legal binding.
The sheer amount of time alone was something she couldn't afford!
Wei Ting had the backing of Huajiang Group and a strong public relations background to drag out the proceedings.
But Cheng Ran couldn't. Every day that dragged on meant she would incur more breach of contract penalties.
Coupled with the daily expenses of the studio, the balance was heavily tilted against her, making it impossible for her to confront Wei Ting head-on.
She could only place her last hope on Song Qiao.
This was also reasonable, after all, Song Qiao was her husband.
Cheng Ran had lost herself to him with her own abilities!
Song Qiao didn't speak. Instead, he confidently pointed at an assistant behind Wei Ting.
Following Song Qiao's gesture, Cheng Ran turned her head with a confused expression.
She saw the assistant glaring at Song Qiao with an arrogant look of someone who was riding on the coattails of power.
His nostrils were practically flared to the sky.
But suddenly, his demeanor shifted to one of obsequiousness.
Because his phone had started to ring!
Holding the phone with both hands, the assistant answered respectfully,
"Ah, Manager Su, hello, hello. What a surprise to hear from you..."
His words abruptly stopped. The smile on the assistant's face instantly stiffened.
"What did you say? No, no, no... Manager Su, there must be some mistake here."
"Our Teacher Wei? Hello? Manager Su? Hello..."
Beep, beep, beep...
Wei Ting realized something was wrong and quickly turned back to question him.
"What did Manager Su say?"
The assistant, with a crestfallen face, looked utterly dejected.
He even forgot the setting and replied in a daze,
"Teacher Wei, Manager Su from the marketing department called to say that your contract is being terminated."
"All your cooperation with Huajiang Group is canceled..."
"What did you say? Impossible!"
Not only Wei Ting but everyone else who heard this was struck dumb, their eyes widening in disbelief.
The two staff members behind Wei Ting, who had been holding her skirt, immediately withdrew their hands, their faces blank.
Wei Ting, unwilling to accept this, snatched the assistant's phone and yelled furiously,
"Nonsense! I'll call Manager Su right now to get to the bottom of this!"
"Hello, the number you have dialed..."
*Clatter.*
The phone slipped from her hand, hitting the ground and shattering into pieces.
Wei Ting's vision went dark, and she almost fainted.
Heh heh.
Looking at her, Song Qiao laughed gleefully.
Spreading his hands, he said somewhat helplessly,
"You were the one who wanted me to do this."
"So be content. You don't need to thank me!"