Xia Yuqing?
Hearing the name, he recalled the phone call from the day before yesterday.
A happy smile bloomed on Song Qiao's face.
"So it's this girl!"
He calculated that it had been a long time since he had seen her.
Since she was coming to Modu soon, Song Qiao thought he should thank her properly when the time came.
He stood up again, leaning on the stone table, and was very satisfied with Mrs. Shen's performance.
He smiled and assured the other party.
"Although she sent you here, you saved me this time."
"Don't worry, I will help you get your father's plaque back!"
Although Song Qiao had already promised her this matter.
And Mrs. Shen had already anticipated that he would say this on her way to save Song Qiao.
But at this moment, she still couldn't control her emotions and acted like an excited young girl.
Just as she was about to thank Song Qiao happily, she heard him change the subject and continue.
"You don't have to thank me too much, just give me another hundred million then."
The smile on Mrs. Shen's face froze instantly.
Her entire face, which had been full of joy, immediately fell, becoming extremely gloomy.
"You scoundrel! All you talk about is money, money, money! Do you really think I'm an ATM!"
You're not short of money, so why do you have to keep pestering me?
Looking at Mrs. Shen's resentful expression, Song Qiao couldn't help but chuckle.
"Alright, alright, I was just kidding."
"You saved me this time, so it's only right that I help you get the plaque back."
"How could I possibly ask you for money again?"
Even though Song Qiao said so, Mrs. Shen still felt a bit angry.
She knew that owing Guo Can a favor was not easy.
She had unhesitatingly given up this great favor to save Song Qiao.
And this was the attitude she received in return?
It would be difficult for an ordinary person to swallow this.
She pouted her lips and mumbled weakly.
"Unless you return the hundred million you swindled from me before, then I won't be angry."
Give the money back?
Impossible!
"Hello, Gao Meng? Yes, yes, yes, don't worry, I'm fine."
"Okay, okay, I got it, I got it."
Song Qiao took out his phone and called Gao Meng to reassure her.
As soon as the call ended, he saw Mrs. Shen glaring at him with a gloomy expression.
Song Qiao then realized that his call to reassure her felt like he was changing the subject.
Upon closer thought, he couldn't help but laugh. He coughed lightly and began to persuade her.
"Don't be so petty. How about I treat you to a meal?"
Mrs. Shen nodded.
The two found a restaurant.
At the dinner table, before they even started eating, Mrs. Shen couldn't wait to urge Song Qiao.
"You need to deal with challenging Zhang Longsheng as soon as possible."
"I've almost finished my business in Huaguo and can't stay here much longer."
Song Qiao nodded, but he was still somewhat unhappy with her tone.
"There's no problem with that. Since I promised you, I will definitely complete it."
"But you also need to watch your attitude."
"My attitude? What's wrong with it?" Mrs. Shen asked, confused.
Song Qiao raised an eyebrow and began to analyze their relationship.
"Look, I saved you, right?"
"You saved my life today, so what does that make us?"
"We're brothers, my friend!" Song Qiao raised his glass to clink with Mrs. Shen.
He put his arm around her shoulder like he would a buddy and answered his own question.
Song Qiao took a sip of wine and added.
"As friends, do you need to speak to me like you're ordering a subordinate just now?"
Hmph~
Mrs. Shen shook her shoulders, threw off Song Qiao's hand that was resting on her chest, and snorted.
"I manage the Korean chaebols, and everyone around me is a subordinate to me!"
"You probably don't know what they call me behind my back, which is why you dare to be friends with me."
"Black Widow! How about that? Scary, isn't it?"
"No, no, no," Song Qiao quickly refuted, correcting her earnestly.
"They say you're a widow, and that's correct."
"But you're not black, you're very white! And big, hehe."
As he spoke, Song Qiao's gaze slowly moved down, fixing on Mrs. Shen's protruding chest.
A lewd expression on his face seemed to recall the scene he had seen that night.
Gradually, heat surged in his nostrils, making him feel intensely hot.
Song Qiao felt as if he might spurt blood from his nose at any moment.
Mrs. Shen had initially felt a little touched when she heard Song Qiao refute the people who called her Black Widow.
But when she heard his subsequent "wolf-like" words, her expression immediately soured.
A faint blush appeared on her gloomy face, her anger making her look somewhat alluring.
"You! Why don't you go die, ahhhhh!"
"If I die, who will help you defeat Zhang Longsheng?" Song Qiao said with a smile, feeling emboldened.
Mrs. Shen panted heavily. She truly wanted to beat Song Qiao to death on the spot.
But it was as Song Qiao said, she needed his help to get back the plaque her father had lost.
So she could only suppress her resentment and, with her head down, resentfully ate the food on her plate.
She bit into a steak with extreme force, even abandoning her knife.
It was as if she was tearing at the meat as if it were Song Qiao.
Her ungraceful actions inevitably led to more teasing from Song Qiao.
He said she looked like a mother cow gnawing on a big bone.
The entire meal was eaten amidst Song Qiao's laughter and Mrs. Shen's blushing and anger.
Song Qiao ate very happily, while Mrs. Shen was filled with anger.
After dinner, Song Qiao escorted Mrs. Shen back.
Just as he was about to go home to rest, he received a message.
He opened it and saw it was Xia Yuqing's flight arrival time!