Gao Meng was very pleased. Indeed, she was very interested in the operations of these underground forces.
"Okay, thank you. I've long wanted to experience these martial sects. And it's you, thinking so thoughtfully."
It was also difficult for Song Qiao. In such a short time, to make herself feel better, she came up with this good idea.
Thinking of this, her gaze at Song Qiao became watery and full of affection.
Song Qiao chuckled, "Don't be like that. Actually, I haven't done much. You're already mine, so of course I have to consider you. You're just that important to me."
These straightforward words made Gao Meng blush a little.
Although she loved hearing Song Qiao's sweet talk, it was always so heartwarming and incredibly comforting.
She gave Song Qiao a playful glare, which only added to her allure.
Seeing that her mood had improved considerably, Song Qiao continued his efforts.
He beckoned, asking Gao Meng to come over to him.
Gao Meng glanced around, looking a little guilty. She hesitated for a moment, then didn't move.
Song Qiao found it amusing. What was with this girl today?
It seemed he needed to add a little more fuel to the fire.
He took a sip of tea and continued to talk about matters of the martial world.
"I've already contacted Sun Tengfei and agreed with him to support Teng Haibo's ascension."
"He actually agreed?" Gao Meng was a bit surprised, as Sun Tengfei was no simple character.
"Heh heh, Sun Tengfei will naturally agree. Perhaps he's been waiting for this opportunity to further bridge the gap between us."
"That makes sense."
"However, Teng Haibo still faces many difficulties and considerable resistance to his ascension. At least, many people do not support him," Song Qiao said with a calm expression. "If I were to openly support Teng Haibo's ascension, it would likely incur the displeasure of the majority."
Gao Meng didn't care. She raised her eyebrows and clenched her fists, punching the air twice with force.
"This is too simple! Whoever dares to disobey, beat them into submission! I don't believe it!"
Song Qiao looked at her, shaking his head and chuckling. He then pointed at her twice with his finger, "You, don't always think of solving problems with your fists. Many things cannot be solved by fists."
"But fists can solve many problems," Gao Meng said, showing her fists again for emphasis.
Song Qiao felt obligated to educate her.
After thinking for a moment, he began:
"I truly regret that I'm about to turn you into a violent woman. Your current belief in might makes right is incorrect."
"Sometimes fists can solve problems, but sometimes they only make things worse. Everything in this world has two sides. Martial power, in the end, is just one form of strength."
"You also know that whether it's fists, money, power, public opinion, capital, or anything else, they can all be forms of strength. If used well, they can all be effective. And the most important thing is how to use them well."
"Of course, sometimes fists can solve problems simply and crudely, but sometimes that's not necessarily the case..."
"Alright, alright, stop lecturing. I think you'd be suited to be a teacher, or a monk, setting up an altar and chanting sutras!" Gao Meng took two steps back and covered her ears, a look of extreme fear on her face.
Song Qiao glared, "I'm giving you golden advice, and you dare to run away?"
He put down his cup, stood up, and quickly walked towards Gao Meng.
Seeing this, Gao Meng retreated again.
"And you want me to become a monk? Quickly tell me, what's your intention? Are you trying to get rid of me? This little girl has gotten brave after a few days of training. Let me see how much you've actually learned."
As Song Qiao spoke, he made a move towards Gao Meng.
His movements were swift, and Gao Meng reacted just as quickly.
The two began to fight.
Bang bang bang!
The sounds of arms colliding echoed.
Fortunately, the soundproofing here was quite good, otherwise outsiders might have thought something else was going on.
After a few exchanges, Song Qiao was certain that her progress was indeed rapid.
Gao Meng, on the other hand, found herself still far behind Song Qiao, and was inevitably a little dejected.
However, this feeling didn't last long.
Because their spar soon turned into playful banter, with a hint of tenderness.
Finally, the two embraced.
Well, apart from passionate kisses, there was also some intimate touching.
To be honest, Song Qiao was also somewhat impatient with their interaction.
After all, when he was with Mrs. Shen, although he tried his best to control his physical reactions, they were still there, and the lingering heat from his emotions hadn't dissipated.
He desperately needed an outlet.
Song Qiao sat back in his chair, with Gao Meng in his arms.
She was looking at the news on the computer.
However, she wasn't still while sitting there.
She kept wriggling her body, a playful smirk on her face.
To Song Qiao, this was clearly a sign of ill intent, an attempt to torment him.
What to do?
He certainly couldn't indulge her!
He patted Gao Meng's backside and said, "Sit properly, or I'll deal with you right here!"
Gao Meng looked at him provocatively, her eyebrows raised, "Afraid of you? I'm just afraid you don't have the ability!"
After saying that, she turned back to the screen.
Song Qiao, unwilling to be outdone, leaned in to kiss her smooth cheek.
Gao Meng grinned and quickly pushed his face away with her palm, "Stop messing around... Haha, you've gotten yourself into trouble!"
Suddenly, she let out a gasp, then her mouth turned down in disdain.
Song Qiao looked confused, "Come, let me see."
Gao Meng moved her head slightly, allowing Song Qiao to see the content.
She was currently viewing the international edition.
What met their eyes was a sensational headline:
"Tycoon Ms. Shen Yun's Low-Key Visit to China, All for a Secret Rendezvous with a Lover?"
This news was out so quickly?
Song Qiao curled his lips. Seeing that it was the photo Zhang Ruizhe had provided, he knew it was fabricated.
A quick scan of the text confirmed his suspicion: it was all baseless speculation and fabrication.
The descriptions of romantic encounters within it were so outlandish that even a third-rate novel wouldn't dare to write them.
"It's fake. Would you believe such a thing?"
But Gao Meng's face darkened, and she scoffed, "Would such a major news outlet fabricate stories? Men are truly unreliable, always chasing after skirts! You need to be careful, or you'll die without even knowing how!"
Song Qiao chuckled helplessly, "Why wouldn't these media outlets fabricate stories? They need money. Does truth still exist? Besides, you don't know that South Korea is controlled by chaebols, do you? Actually, the real situation is this..."
Song Qiao began to earnestly recount his interactions with Mrs. Shen.
Although his account was brief, to Gao Meng, it sounded thrilling and full of twists and turns.
But how could that be possible?
So, her face was filled with disbelief, "Keep lying. Keep making it up."
Song Qiao wasn't angered. He calmly said, "Just wait. The South Korean media will issue an apology on their own initiative."
"Heh heh, I'll be waiting then."
As soon as she finished speaking, a call came in.
It was Guo Jie, concerned about Song Qiao and Mrs. Shen.
Helplessly, he had to explain again.
Similarly, Guo Jie didn't believe him.
They were all waiting to see how South Korea would apologize.
Heh heh, how could a country's media apologize to him?
Such a thing had never happened before.
Song Qiao's statement was simply too exaggerated.