In the small park, when Wu Meng heard Song Qiao's words and saw the playful smile on his face, her cheeks flushed.
"I... I..."
Yesterday, she had only wanted to encourage Song Qiao to get through the difficult time, but she hadn't expected him to bring it up again after things had passed.
"Ahem, I say, we must keep our word."
Looking at Wu Meng's beautiful rosy face, Song Qiao pretended to extend his hand, as if to fulfill his promise.
"There are still people watching... there are so many people here."
Wu Meng, startled, hurriedly dodged. Song Qiao laughed and chased after her. They bantered for a while until Ding Kaidong also arrived at the small park, and the three of them continued their ancient martial arts practice.
In the subsequent guidance, Song Qiao was somewhat surprised to discover something.
"How did you improve so quickly?"
Looking at Wu Meng's every move, and feeling the subtle currents of qi gradually forming within her, he realized that this girl had made rapid progress in just a few days.
Could Wu Meng actually be a legendary cultivation prodigy?
Song Qiao was momentarily stunned. When he looked at Wu Meng again, he saw her as if she were a rare treasure.
He knew that the training methods he possessed came from the security department and were not considered top-tier ancient martial arts techniques.
Moreover, Wu Meng only practiced for two hours in the morning, and the training was quite relaxed.
It seemed he needed to increase the training volume.
Song Qiao wanted to see how much progress Wu Meng could make with even greater training intensity.
Thus, for the next half hour, Wu Meng's forehead was covered in sweat.
"Not good enough, keep going. Besides the regular training, you must complete three hundred Hung Gar basic stances today."
"But... I'm already very tired."
Wu Meng said with a wronged tone, feeling her whole body weak and sore.
She turned to look at Ding Kaidong's training and quickly realized that her training volume was significantly higher than that of Ding Kaidong, a master of ancient martial arts, which made her feel wronged.
"I'm not practicing anymore."
She simply sat down on a nearby bench.
"Song Qiao, are you targeting me?"
Wu Meng looked at Song Qiao pleadingly, acting a little spoiled.
Ding Kaidong stopped his training upon seeing this.
"Miss Wu, you're misunderstanding President Song."
He had a strong foundation in ancient martial arts and could naturally see Wu Meng's talent, so he understood why Song Qiao was increasing her training load.
"President Song is increasing your training because he thinks you have great talent. I wish I could get President Song to guide me more."
Wu Meng was taken aback.
"I... have great talent?"
She looked at Song Qiao.
Song Qiao nodded.
"Therefore, increasing your training volume will be very beneficial for you, Miss Wu."
Ding Kaidong, being observant, offered words of comfort.
Wu Meng nodded, looked at Song Qiao again, and recalling the formidable skills he had displayed earlier, she mustered her resolve and stood up once more.
"Alright, let's train hard."
She secretly encouraged herself, vowing to catch up to Song Qiao no matter what, and be able to help him in the future.
The three soon resumed their training.
At this moment, Song Qiao suddenly received a call from Li Bingqing.
"You want to meet me?"
"What is there to see between us now?"
He stood by the tree, his brow furrowed slightly.
"Stop with the nonsense! I have something important to discuss with you."
Li Bingqing maintained her arrogant tone, but within it, besides arrogance, there was a hint of weariness and helplessness.
"I hope you can come."
After a day's worth of effort, the commercial war between the Li family and the Ye Corporation was nearing its end.
Having lost Mo Ling's support, Ye Zhiwei, with her available funds, used the stock market to push the entire Li family to the brink of collapse.
Including the Glorious Group in her hands, it was on the verge of bankruptcy, with little remaining fighting power.
When she called Song Qiao, Li Bingqing had been awake all night. She had sold off all the assets she could, raised some funds, and barely managed to prevent the Li family from being acquired.
But this was only a temporary measure. With Mo Ling's departure, she was powerless to resist the combined assault of the Ye Corporation and Xinkai Group.
Surrender seemed to be the only way out.
Soon, in a private room at the Auspicious Hotel in the city center.
Song Qiao arrived as scheduled, wanting to see what scheme Li Bingqing was up to.
"President Song, hello."
Li Bingqing clenched her fists and greeted him politely, her demeanor lacking its usual haughty attitude.
"Heh, you've learned to be polite now."
Song Qiao couldn't help but tease her, causing Li Bingqing to turn her head away. Facing this kind of person, she found it difficult to suppress her anger.
But now, she had no choice but to yield.
"Please, sit down first. I asked you here because I have something to discuss."
Her tone had softened somewhat.
However, Song Qiao could easily discern the suppressed anger in her eyes.
But he didn't care at all. Unexpressed anger was merely impotent rage.
He pulled out a chair and sat down casually.
"Go ahead, what is it this time that you wanted to see me for?"
"Could it be that Miss Li, you're planning to make a move on me here?"
As he spoke, he deliberately looked around, as if truly searching for hidden enemies.
Li Bingqing's gaze turned cold, knowing this was a mockery and a taunt. She clenched her fists again.
After a moment, she took a deep breath and looked at Song Qiao with resignation.
"Song Qiao, I've invited you here to give our Li family a way out."
She no longer had the luxury of being angry and could only yield.
"We've had many misunderstandings in the past, but the Li family has no real enmity with you. There's no need to be so ruthless, is there?"
Song Qiao raised an eyebrow.
"Heh, giving your Li family a way out, that's quite interesting."
He stroked his chin, his playful expression deepening.
"So, you're asking me for a favor?"
"But I don't see any attitude of begging from you."
"You!"
Li Bingqing gritted her teeth, nearly losing control of her anger. She was too familiar with this condescending attitude.
"What?"
Song Qiao was unfazed. Instead, he made a move as if to leave.
"If that's your attitude, then I don't think there's any point in continuing this discussion."
"And I have no interest in wasting my time here."
Li Bingqing dug her fingernails into her palm, the pain almost unbearable.
"I surrender, I'm sorry, Song Qiao."
Her eyes welled up, and the words "I'm sorry" were almost squeezed out from between her lips.
Only then did Song Qiao stop and sit back down.
"It's a miracle, that our haughty Miss Li would also say 'I'm sorry'?"
His teasing words made Li Bingqing's chest heave.
Looking at the humiliated woman before him, Song Qiao's lips curved into a playful smile.
"Actually, it's not impossible to spare the Li family, after all, I don't have an irreconcilable feud with the Li family."
He paused here and looked up, indeed seeing a flicker of hope in Li Bingqing's eyes, and smiled slightly.
"However, you always wanted me to kneel and beg for mercy, so now that I've won, shouldn't you, as you said, also kneel and beg for mercy from me?"
As he said this, Song Qiao's smile grew even more intense.