For a moment, both of them were completely frozen on the spot.
It took nearly half a minute.
Wu Meng finally reacted and quickly turned her head, struggling out of Song Qiao's embrace.
Her face turned a deep red with embarrassment, and she lowered her head, not daring to meet Song Qiao's gaze.
"Heh, the taste isn't bad."
Song Qiao smirked, touched his lips, and couldn't help but tease Wu Meng.
"Hate you."
"You old hooligan, you only know how to take advantage of people."
Wu Meng punched Song Qiao indignantly, her eyes full of shyness.
This was her first kiss.
It was snatched away by Song Qiao by chance.
For some reason, though her face was shy, a hint of secret joy began to rise in her heart.
"Let's go, I'll take you home."
Song Qiao thought for a moment, then leaned down and picked Wu Meng up in a princess carry.
"Hey, what are you doing? Put me down quickly."
Wu Meng was instantly startled and struggled fiercely in Song Qiao's arms.
"Stop moving. Look at you, can you walk in this state?"
Song Qiao reprimanded her, glancing at Wu Meng's slightly swollen ankle, and regained some of his assertive demeanor.
This woman, Wu Meng, responded better to firmness than gentleness. Every time he got angry, she would obediently listen.
As expected.
After being scolded by Song Qiao.
Wu Meng instantly became much more docile, burying her face in Song Qiao's arms with some shame.
After carrying her to the car, Song Qiao drove her home in silence.
All the way, Wu Meng kept her head down awkwardly, wanting to say something but always feeling too embarrassed to speak.
Upon arriving home, Song Qiao carried her to the bed.
"There, that's better."
Wu Meng finally breathed a sigh of relief, looking at Liu Yang with complex eyes.
"Better nothing, hurry up and take off your shoes so I can see how badly you're hurt."
Song Qiao said impatiently and reached out to take off Wu Meng's shoes.
"No, I'll just put on some plaster myself later."
Wu Meng's face turned awkward, and she tried to dodge, but couldn't break free from Song Qiao's grip.
"You've already let me see your body, and now you're getting shy."
Song Qiao said, gently holding Wu Meng's foot and carefully examining her injury.
Fortunately, she hadn't injured her bone, otherwise Song Qiao would have had to take her to the hospital.
"Don't move, I'll use my Zhenqi to disperse the blood stasis."
Song Qiao looked up at her, his tone again commanding. Wu Meng stuck out her tongue but dared not argue further.
He slowly circulated his Zhenqi from his palm until it became warm, and Song Qiao's hands gently massaged Wu Meng's ankle.
"Oh."
Wu Meng's swollen ankle quickly began to feel less constricted.
This sudden release made Wu Meng let out a moan of comfort.
However, the sound was quite misleading.
Shamefully, she quickly turned her head, not daring to meet Song Qiao's gaze.
"All done."
"You can get out of bed and walk normally tomorrow."
Song Qiao chuckled lightly and gently placed Wu Meng's foot back on the bed.
He looked up and playfully said, "I didn't expect your feet to be quite pretty."
"Hate you!"
Wu Meng looked at him shyly, her eyes becoming a little hazy.
At this moment, she felt her heart deeply captivated by Song Qiao's every move.
"No, no."
Just as her imagination ran wild, the shadow of Xia Xueqing suddenly appeared in her mind.
Her expression changed instantly.
She absolutely could not be a third party and destroy the relationship between Xia Xueqing and Wu Meng.
"Song Qiao, if there's nothing else, you should go."
She gritted her teeth and deliberately put on a cold demeanor.
"No way, you girl are too heartless. I'm your savior, and you want to kick me out after I just healed your injuries?"
Song Qiao was momentarily speechless and found it almost funny.
Looking at Wu Meng's appearance, it was as if she was afraid he would take advantage of her.
"It's getting late, and if you go back late, you'll make Xueqing unhappy again. I won't keep you, so hurry and go."
Wu Rong forced herself to maintain a cold expression and urged him again.
"I'm tired from a whole day today, and I want to rest alone for a while."
"Alright then."
Song Qiao, being pushed away repeatedly, was utterly confused.
He had no choice but to agree reluctantly.
As soon as he left.
A look of disappointment and regret appeared on Wu Meng's face.
Enduring the faint pain in her foot, she jumped out of bed, leaned on the windowsill, and watched Song Qiao's retreating back.
Her eyes, unbeknownst to her, had become a little moist.
...
Back at the villa, Xia Xueqing was already home.
As soon as she saw Song Qiao, she threw herself into his arms.
However, the next second.
The girl wrinkled her nose and sniffed Song Qiao intently.
"Strange, why do you smell of Wu Meng's perfume?"
Xia Xueqing pouted and looked up at Song Qiao displement.
"Uh."
Song Qiao's face turned awkward.
"We were on a business trip today, we were together all day, and we drove her car. It's normal to have a little of her scent."
He didn't want to tell Xia Xueqing about Wu Meng's situation, so he shamelessly lied.
Xia Xueqing was intelligent.
Although she had no proof, she always felt that Song Qiao wasn't telling her the truth.
At that moment, she couldn't help but feel a little dejected.
Song Qiao had been busy with work lately, spending more time with Wu Meng than with her.
And then there was Ye Zhiwei, who seemed to be everywhere.
The thought of it made her feel jealous.
"Wasn't that romantic fireworks display that day meant only for me?"
She shook her head with a hint of helplessness, feeling dejected while secretly resolving to keep Song Qiao close.
Just then, both their phones rang almost simultaneously.
The awkwardness in the room was temporarily relieved.
"Zhiwei, what is it?"
Song Qiao answered first, while Xia Xueqing took her phone and walked upstairs.
"Li Bingqing is returning to Kyoto. It's said she's here to raise money again, and we've already invested another ten billion US dollars here."
"You must be careful during this time."
Ye Zhiwei's voice sounded tired, but when she spoke to Song Qiao, she couldn't suppress her happiness.
She sounded like a little girl returning from school.
"Mhmm, I know. We just need to hold our ground and not act rashly. As for Li Bingqing, let her do whatever she wants."
Song Qiao nodded calmly, responding to Ye Zhiwei.
They chatted a few more nonsensical topics until Xia Xueqing came downstairs, and then he hung up.
"Brother-in-law, my teacher is hosting a banquet for celebrities in Yangcheng."
"She said I must attend."
As soon as she came downstairs, Xia Xueqing said to Song Qiao eagerly.
"Oh?"
"Then let's go. I'll accompany you then."
Song Qiao nodded indifferently. He had attended such banquets many times and was already very familiar with many businessmen in Yangcheng.
"Mainly..."
"It seems your name isn't on Teacher Du's guest list."
Xia Xueqing awkwardly scratched her head, clearly displeased with her teacher's actions.
"Then I should definitely go and meet these people."
"I'll meet this teacher who has your Xueqing so well-behaved."
Song Qiao was taken aback for a moment, then chuckled, not taking it too much to heart.