Qian Jun had never suffered such a grievance. Under Song Qiao's murderous gaze, he finally chose to compromise.
"Stop! Who dares to hit my son?"
Just as the matter was about to be settled, a middle-aged man's voice, full of vigor, came from outside the door.
It was Qian Jun's father, Qian Hong.
"Dad, you're finally here! Hurry up and help me teach this kid a lesson."
Upon seeing his father, Qian Jun immediately reverted to his usual arrogant demeanor, casting a smug glance at Song Qiao.
"Mr. Song, as the boss of Xiang Piaopiao, even though your business is booming, you can't just go around hitting people in broad daylight, can you?"
Qian Hong glanced at his son, then turned to Song Qiao and said calmly.
He had made his fortune early and was even more influential in the city than Song Qiao. However, because Song Qiao had Guo Jun backing him, he had to put himself in a subordinate position first.
"What's wrong, Brother Song? What happened?"
Just as Song Qiao was about to explain, Guo Jun arrived. Seeing the standoff, his expression changed, and he looked at Qian Hong with displeasure.
"Mr. Qian, your son harassed my friend first. I was merely teaching him a lesson."
Song Qiao didn't rush to explain, but calmly replied to Qian Jun.
"Hmph, my son harassed you? That's preposterous."
Qian Hong felt he was in the right and didn't back down, even in the face of Guo Jun.
"Words are not evidence. I hope you can provide proof, otherwise, everyone here is watching how unreasonably Mr. Song conducts himself."
Upon hearing this, those who were unaware of the situation began to whisper and point at Song Qiao. Song Qiao had been too high-profile lately, and many of his competitors already harbored dissatisfaction towards him.
Qian Hong, a seasoned veteran, knew he couldn't contend with Guo Jun. He subtly tried to rally the onlookers to his side.
This way, even if Song Qiao and Guo Jun decided to deal with him, they would have to consider public opinion.
"Of course, there is evidence. There are plenty of cameras in this lounge. We can find someone to retrieve the footage and see who is right and who is wrong."
Song Qiao didn't flinch in the face of the provocation. He glanced at Guo Jun, who immediately understood. Guo Jun beckoned an assistant and instructed,
"Quickly go to the monitoring room and make a copy of the recent footage. We need to get justice for Ms. Yuan."
Guo Jun was even more direct, quickly framing the retrieval of surveillance footage as an act to seek justice for Yuan Jianan.
Seeing this, Qian Hong's face turned ashen, and he stood there speechless.
"Dad, why are you wasting words with them? Just have our bodyguards beat them up, and I'll have my way with that woman."
"Hey, Miss Yuan, hurry up and come into my arms. Then I'll have my dad let your two friends go."
Perhaps Song Qiao had knocked some sense out of him, but Qian Jun, clutching his swollen face, started shouting.
He was completely unaware that he was facing someone his father might not be able to afford to offend.
As soon as he said this, the onlookers who had initially felt Song Qiao was being overbearing couldn't help but frown.
Qian Jun, in such a setting, completely disregarded his manners and uttered such despicable words in public. It was no wonder Song Qiao had intervened.
At this moment, people shifted their attention and began pointing fingers at the Qian father and son.
"Presumptuous!"
Qian Hong's face turned pale with anger. He spun around and slapped his son.
He had never imagined his spoiled son could be so utterly despicable.
With the truth laid bare, any further reliance on surveillance footage was meaningless.
His entire carefully constructed strategy had been ruined by his son's single remark.
"Mr. Qian, do you see now? Do I need to say more about who is right and who is wrong?"
Guo Jun looked at Qian Jun as if he were an idiot and said nonchalantly to Qian Hong.
"I apologize, Young Master Guo. It is indeed my failure as a father."
Qian Hong's face flushed and paled. In the end, he chose to bow his head in the face of the facts.
"No, the person you need to apologize to is not me."
Guo Jun said, then stepped aside, crossing his arms and watching the unfolding drama.
"Mr. Song, my son was out of line. I will discipline him properly when we get back." Qian Hong gritted his teeth and said in a low voice to Song Qiao.
Seeing this, Song Qiao didn't press the matter further. He simply nodded with a half-smile, indicating that the incident was over.
Given the circumstances, Qian Hong found it awkward to stay. He gave his son a look, and the father and son left the club in disgrace.
"Truly a wolf father and a dog son."
As soon as they left, Guo Jun pouted disdainfully.
Then, as if remembering something, he lightly patted his forehead,
"Almost forgot. Brother Song, come here quickly. There are several bosses who want to discuss cooperation with you."
Saying that, he unceremoniously pulled Song Qiao into the central inner circle.
These individuals were considered elders of the city's business community, with vast fortunes. Even Guo Jun showed a degree of restraint in their presence.
"Boss Song, Young Master Guo has already briefed us on your situation. We elders have discussed it, and we'd like to invest in your Xiang Piaopiao Stinky Tofu. Do you have any interest, Boss Song?"
An elder, looking to be in his fifties or sixties with white hair, greeted Song Qiao with a smile as soon as he saw him.
Song Qiao was stunned at first, then filled with excitement.
These were all veteran figures. Cooperating with them would undoubtedly lead to smoother development for Xiang Piaopiao in the future.
After all, the influence behind these individuals was not to be underestimated.
"Of course, there's no problem. Song Qiao couldn't ask for anything better."
Song Qiao gave Guo Jun a grateful look and then raised his wine glass, drinking it down in one gulp.
After that, he exchanged contact information with the big shots for future detailed discussions on cooperation.
Around nine o'clock in the evening, the banquet gradually concluded. Seeing that it was getting late, Song Qiao personally drove Yuan Jianan back home.
He declined her invitation to come up for a visit, using the excuse that his wife might scold him if he returned too late.
"Song Qiao, I never expected you to be such a family-oriented man. No wonder Yuqing trusts you so implicitly."
As he was leaving, Yuan Jianan couldn't help but praise him.
Song Qiao smiled without further explanation and hurried home. It was already past ten o'clock by then.
"Xiao Song, where is Yuqing? Why didn't she come back with you?"
As soon as he entered the door, his mother-in-law's first question made Song Qiao freeze.
"No, Mom, Yuqing hasn't returned yet?"
Song Qiao's expression immediately changed, and he asked his mother-in-law nervously.