Wei Ting fell flat on her back, crashing heavily onto a display rack.
She scrambled to her feet in a furious rage, one side of her face already swollen significantly.
Even the corners of her mouth began to bleed. She touched her teeth with her tongue.
Finding them somewhat loose, her anger boiled over.
Her eyes turned crimson, as if flames were erupting within them!
"You actually dared to hit me!"
"I'm hitting you precisely because I dared!" Song Qiao roared, stepping forward to strike again!
Seeing his aggressive stance, Wei Ting nearly fainted from fright.
She hastily covered her face with both hands.
Cheng Ran was also startled and quickly stepped forward, grabbing Song Qiao's arm.
In response to Song Qiao's confusion, Cheng Ran stood on her tiptoes and whispered in his ear.
"Calm down, Wei Ting is backed by one of Modu's three major families, the Zheng family!"
"If it were just the Zheng family, it would be fine, but you've also angered my father."
"I was already worried he might make a move against you, and now he might join forces with the Zheng family to deal with you!"
"The Zheng family, you say?" Song Qiao nodded upon hearing this.
He draped an arm over Cheng Ran's shoulder, gently pressing her onto a chair.
With a sinister grin, he said, "Watch closely, your husband is hitting a member of the Zheng family!"
As he spoke, to Cheng Ran's bewildered expression.
Song Qiao backhanded Wei Ting again, striking her across the face!
*Slap!*
Even though Wei Ting had covered her face with her hands.
The force of this slap was still transmitted through her hands to her face without any reservation!
It rang her ears and made her vision swim with stars.
After this blow, the room fell silent, everyone stunned.
Only Wei Ting's pained screams and her choked sobs of utter grievance echoed through the studio.
The others stared at Song Qiao with wide eyes, astonished.
Some couldn't understand where this guy had come from.
He dared to hit someone from the Zheng family when he knew who they were?
Perhaps sensing Cheng Ran's apprehension and surprise, Song Qiao turned back and smiled.
"Don't even mention her; she's just a bitch from the Zheng family."
"Even Zheng Fei's fiancée, I dared to... *cough cough*."
"I mean, I even dared to slap your father, the vice-hall master of Tongmen, so do I fear this kind of slut?"
The Zheng family and Song Qiao had a long-standing feud.
And it was not a small one.
First, Song Qiao had taken Zheng Fei's fiancée, Li Bingqing, on his wedding day, causing the Zheng family to lose face.
Then, Zheng Fei, naturally infuriated, had a fierce fight with Song Qiao, nearly getting himself killed by Song Qiao.
It was only when Su Fan intervened and pleaded for mercy that Zheng Fei's life was spared.
However, this matter was difficult to explain to Cheng Ran.
After all, she was the wife he had risked his life for.
If she ran off upset, who would he complain to?
Cheng Ran looked up at Song Qiao, muttering dazedly.
"I just don't think you needed to offend them..."
Before Cheng Ran could finish, Song Qiao lunged forward and lifted her from the chair.
Looking down at her chest, he grinned mischievously and said,
"What do you mean 'didn't need to'? You're my wife!"
"If this doesn't count as necessary, then tell me, what does?"
Cheng Ran blushed as she looked at Song Qiao, nodding dazedly.
She had always thought Song Qiao wouldn't acknowledge their relationship, but she never expected him to make an enemy of the Zheng family to help her.
For a young woman, this was enough to move her to offer herself.
So now she let Song Qiao hold her.
Even as Song Qiao looked down at her chest, revealing a glimpse of her beauty.
Her hands unconsciously moved under the hem of her short skirt to her buttocks.
She just blushed and lowered her head, murmuring softly.
"There are still so many people here..."
Song Qiao grinned and gave her buttock a gentle squeeze.
Only then did he put her down, satisfied.
While they were flirting, Wei Ting had already gotten up from the ground.
Her face was marked with red, bloody imprints, completely swollen like a pig's head.
She spat some blood onto the ground nearby, then took out her phone to call for backup.
"You wait for me! I'll kill you today! Hello? Young Master, *sob sob sob*..."
"I was beaten, Young Master, *whimper whimper whimper*..."
Wei Ting made her call with sniffles, but Song Qiao remained unconcerned.
He let her call for backup.
However, Cheng Ran couldn't sit still upon hearing the name Wei Ting used.
Because Zheng Fei was not like other rich young masters; he was a martial artist!
And a remarkably powerful one.
Even if Song Qiao wasn't afraid of the Zheng family, he was alone now.
If he couldn't defeat Zheng Fei and was killed by him, what would be the point of destroying the Zheng family later?
So Cheng Ran pulled Song Qiao, wanting him to leave quickly and hide.
"Listen to me..."
"Call me husband."
"Husband, listen to me..."
"I don't want to listen." Song Qiao interrupted Cheng Ran again, unable to help but laugh.
"Hahaha, you listen to me first."
"I came to find you this time precisely to see if you needed any help."
"Don't be polite, just ask for whatever you need!"
With that said, Song Qiao arrogantly patted her chest and then guaranteed,
"I'll give you the cooperation with Huajiang Group, and another hundred million will be in your account immediately."
"Do you need any other resources? I heard there's a top-tier celebrity in Modu, how about getting her to join you?"
"What about the Korean chaebols? You said you were short of money earlier, right?"
"I think the chaebols can definitely help you. I'll make a call to them..."
Song Qiao's words left Cheng Ran stunned.
She casually pushed away the hand he had placed on her chest and asked with a surprised expression,
"Korean chaebols? You have that kind of ability!"
Song Qiao rubbed his fingers, his expression slightly reminiscent.
Hearing Cheng Ran's question, he casually nodded.
"I'm very familiar with Madam Shen regarding the chaebols."
"If your studio has any difficulties, I can absolutely speak to her."
While they were talking, Wei Ting had finished her call.
She happened to hear Song Qiao still bragging and snorted contemptuously, scolding him.
"You're just lucky to know Manager Su of Huajiang, and you actually think you're something?"
"If you're a real man, stay here and don't leave, and I'll see if I can't deal with you!"
Song Qiao shrugged and replied indifferently.
"Perfect, my wife was just complaining that I wasn't spending enough time talking with her."
"I'm sleeping here tonight!"
"I have a bed in my office!" Cheng Ran blurted out, not knowing what she was thinking.
Then, realizing what she had said, she quickly waved her hands and explained to Song Qiao.
"Because there's a lot of work, I often work overtime and sleep in the office."
"There's a surveillance camera at the door! You can check if you don't believe me..."
"I believe you." Song Qiao smiled and nodded.
Seeing her flustered look, he couldn't help but pat her head.
After that, Song Qiao actually lay down on the clean, tidy bed in the office that smelled faintly pleasant.
While chatting with the bewildered Cheng Ran, he waited for Wei Ting's reinforcements.
About 10 minutes later, someone came up from upstairs.
As soon as they reached the studio entrance, they shouted loudly.
"Who the hell is tired of living, daring to hit my people!"
Hearing this voice, Wei Ting quickly rubbed some saliva into her eyes.
She pouted her lips and suddenly started crying.
"Oh, Young Master Zheng, you've finally arrived, Young Master Zheng, *sob sob sob*..."
"Look at me, what have they done to me!"
Saying this, Wei Ting swayed her body as she walked towards Zheng Fei.
She grabbed his hand and rubbed it on her face.
Then she rubbed her chest against his arm.
"Young Master Zheng, you absolutely must help me deal with that bastard today!"
Although Cheng Ran was becoming happier talking with Song Qiao.
Upon hearing the commotion, she rushed out, wanting to explain to Song Qiao.
"Young Master Zheng, it's not like that, I..."
"Shut up!" Zheng Fei glared at Cheng Ran and sternly reprimanded her.
"I don't care about the Cheng family. Bring out the person who hit her!"
The Zheng family was not afraid of the Cheng family. If Cheng Dong were standing here today.
Zheng Fei might not have torn face with him for his mistress.
Wei Ting, of course, didn't dare to be so arrogant at first.
But now that Cheng Ran had appeared, Zheng Fei had no reason to be polite to her.
Cheng Ran became worried again, unsure if Song Qiao could handle this Zheng Fei.
She cautiously glanced back and saw that Song Qiao had already sat up from the bed with a smile.
"You don't care about them? Then try to touch her!"
Zheng Fei sneered upon hearing this and roared towards the studio entrance.
"Easily!" With that, Zheng Fei raised his hand high.
He was about to slap Cheng Ran across the face!
Cheng Ran gasped, closing her eyes in fright.
Just as his hand was about to fall, it suddenly stopped in mid-air.
Because Song Qiao had come out!
"It's you?"
The moment Zheng Fei saw Song Qiao, he was utterly shocked.
The hand suspended in the air trembled uncontrollably, unable to fall.
Wei Ting was confused and hastily urged him,
"Young Master Zheng, what's wrong? Hit her!"
"Not only hit her, but also kill that bastard!"
Seeing Zheng Fei motionless, Wei Ting became anxious.
She thought Zheng Fei was reluctant to hit Cheng Ran because he fancied her.
So she aggressively stepped forward, glared at Cheng Ran's beautiful face, and gritted her teeth, roaring.
"A vixen like you doesn't deserve for Young Master Zheng to dirty his hands. I'll rip your face apart!"
Saying this, Wei Ting swung her claws, intending to scratch Cheng Ran's face.
Zheng Fei was terrified, knowing the severe consequences of Wei Ting's action.
He finally brought his raised hand down, but it landed heavily on Wei Ting's face!
"Damn it! Apologize to them immediately!"
"Ahhhhh!" A scream erupted, and Wei Ting was sent flying again!
After slapping Wei Ting away, Zheng Fei didn't bother with her.
He hurriedly bowed deeply towards Song Qiao and apologized.