"Hey, Song Qiao, where are you looking!"
Wu Meng stood at the door and noticed Song Qiao's gaze was off, so she quickly covered her chest.
However, she couldn't help but feel a little proud; she was quite confident in her figure.
Song Qiao grinned and teased.
"You're dressed so beautifully and coming to my place so early in the morning, you don't even let me look?"
Wu Meng's face immediately flushed slightly.
"What do you mean 'coming to my place'..."
The way he said it made it sound like she was offering herself up.
"I... I came to find you because I have something important."
She quickly explained her purpose. She had dressed up specifically today to come here, and naturally, she had something to ask for.
"I still want to learn martial arts from you. I want to be as amazing as you are."
After all that had happened, Wu Meng now sincerely admired Song Qiao from the bottom of her heart.
If she could become as powerful as Song Qiao, many things would be much easier.
Of course, she also had her own little schemes; dressing so alluringly today was to gain a bit more favor from Song Qiao.
"Learn martial arts..."
Song Qiao scratched his head, feeling a bit awkward. He truly didn't understand the true qi within him.
However, he could teach some basic martial arts.
"Alright, I'm in a good mood today."
Yesterday's successful intimidation of Jiang Chuan, and the true reconciliation with Xia Yuqing, made for a rare good mood.
"Mr. Song!"
Just then, Ding Kaidong, that guy, actually popped out from the side with a swagger...
"Mr. Song, since you're in such a good mood today, why don't you take me as your disciple too!"
His face was full of fawning smiles, which made Song Qiao a bit helpless.
Ever since the incident last time, this guy had been loitering around his house every day.
However, due to the kidnapping incident, he had developed some goodwill towards Ding Kaidong. It wasn't a viable solution for this guy to be lurking around his villa all day.
"Fine, seeing how sincere you are, I'll take you in."
Song Qiao's mind raced, and he readily agreed. Although he hadn't figured out how he would teach them, he did know some methods for applying true qi.
"That's great, Mr. Song, ah, no, Master!"
Ding Kaidong was full of excitement. His efforts over these past few days had finally paid off.
"No need to call me Master. Just call me what you used to call me."
Song Qiao waved his hand. He didn't like the title of "Master"; he wasn't that old.
"Follow me. I'll teach you some things first."
Saying that, he led Wu Meng and Ding Kaidong to practice in the villa's courtyard.
After a morning of teaching, what bothered Song Qiao the most was that Wu Meng's figure was too distracting.
Paired with her tight black clothes, she was a fatal temptation to men, causing his eyes to drift towards her from time to time...
Seeing Song Qiao occasionally glancing at her, Wu Meng felt both happy and a little shy. Was she wearing something too bold?
However, she had to maintain her composure outwardly.
"Song Qiao, why do you keep looking at me? You already have Xia Xueqing."
"Ahem, I'm just concerned. I'm looking at how well you're practicing. Don't overthink it."
Song Qiao coughed lightly to cover up his embarrassment and maintain his teacher's dignity.
"Alright, after this morning, you've both grasped some of the things I can teach. Now, go back and consolidate the basics."
"Remember, martial arts require a step-by-step approach. First, master the external techniques, and only then will you have a chance to become a Xiantian master."
After some instruction, Ding Kaidong quickly nodded.
"Mr. Song, I will definitely work harder from now on!"
The two of them left soon after. Only Song Qiao remained in the villa. Xia Xueqing, seeing him teaching martial arts early in the morning, didn't disturb him and went to the hospital to see her teacher.
"Sigh, I have to rely on myself for sustenance."
Song Qiao busied himself in the kitchen and quickly made himself lunch. Just as he finished eating and was about to clean up the plates, a woman suddenly barged into the villa.
"Mo Ling?"
Seeing the woman walking into the living room, Song Qiao frowned. What was this woman doing here?
"Miss Mo, do you have any business matters you wish to consult me about?"
This angry woman always seemed to dislike him.
"Let me tell you, if you're here to provoke me with threats, I don't have time to entertain you."
Mo Ling gritted her teeth and glared at Song Qiao.
"Don't you gloat here. Sooner or later, Ye Zhiwei and you will beg me for mercy!"
She berated him but didn't continue with any further threats. She wasn't here to make threats today.
Because of Zhou Yuan's incident, Mo Ling intended to test this Song Qiao thoroughly.
"Song Qiao, do you know about Zhou Yuan's matter?"
"He was injured recently."
As she asked this question, her beautiful eyes were fixed on Song Qiao, as if trying to discern something.
Mo Ling had always suspected that Song Qiao was the one who had beaten Zhou Yuan so badly.
But Song Qiao just got up to clear the plates from the table, ignoring her completely.
"How can you be like this?"
"I'm asking you a question!"
"I know you mobilized so many security personnel at the hotel yesterday. You're also a member of the security department now. I order you to answer me immediately!"
Mo Ling, gritting her teeth, used her position in the security department to pressure Song Qiao.
"You must tell me today, is Zhou Yuan's beating related to you or not!"
She tried to use a commanding tone to force Song Qiao to speak.
But Song Qiao had only joined the security department to save face for the provincial governor. He certainly wouldn't listen to Mo Ling's orders.
"Miss Mo, aren't you overestimating yourself?"
He turned around with a mocking smile.
"Although I am now a member of the security department, I am not under your jurisdiction, nor will I answer any of your questions. If you really want to know, guess for yourself."