The fireworks display lasted for a full thirty minutes.
At this moment, the entire Yang City seemed to be enveloped in romance.
Xia Xueqing covered her mouth in surprise.
She wanted to scream, but no sound came out of her throat.
"How is it?"
"Do you like it?"
Song Qiao smiled faintly and suddenly pulled Xia Xueqing into his arms.
He knew that Xia Xueqing had loved fireworks since she was a child. To create this atmosphere, he had spent millions to buy out all the fireworks in Yang City.
"Wuwuwu."
Only then did Xia Xueqing, who had reacted, begin to sob.
She buried herself in Song Qiao's embrace and cried her heart out.
Her small fists kept pounding on Song Qiao's chest.
"Bad guy, are you trying to move me to tears?"
"Do you know how sad I've been these past few days? I almost thought you didn't want me anymore."
Although she said that.
In reality, any dissatisfaction she had felt a couple of days ago had long since vanished at this moment.
Song Qiao chuckled awkwardly, affectionately ruffled Xia Xueqing's hair, and gently comforted her.
"Silly girl, why would I not want you?"
"I promise you, no matter what, I, Song Qiao, will never leave you."
Xia Xueqing's body trembled.
She looked up and met Song Qiao's determined gaze.
In that instant, the last barrier in her heart crumbled.
"Hmph, I'm stuck with you for life. You can't escape my grasp."
With that, she snuggled into Song Qiao's embrace once more.
The night passed without incident.
...
The next morning at six o'clock.
Song Qiao, as usual, got up for his morning exercise. Xia Xueqing was still sound asleep in bed.
"Little lazy pig."
Looking at her, Song Qiao smiled dotingly and couldn't bear to wake her.
He gently pulled the blanket up for her and left the villa alone.
He planned to go for a run and then buy breakfast.
However, not long after he left, his pace suddenly slowed.
A faint smile appeared on his lips.
He turned around, scanned his surroundings, and seemed to speak to the air.
"Come out. You're from a prominent family, yet you sneak around like a thief all day long."
"Hmph, if you want me to come out, I will. Who's afraid of whom?"
Seeing that his movements had been discovered again, Mo Ling stomped her foot in anger and straightened up from behind the nearby greenery.
"Oh, Miss Mo, are you up so early just to follow me?"
"But your skills are too terrible."
Looking at Mo Ling, who was sweating profusely, Song Qiao couldn't help but want to laugh.
"Nonsense, who said I was following you?"
"I just happened to meet you while out for my morning exercise."
"Aren't you being a little too full of yourself?"
Mo Ling wiped the sweat from her forehead, stubbornly refusing to admit that she had been tailing him just now.
"Even with a dead mouth, you're still stubborn."
Song Qiao shook his head helplessly, too lazy to waste any more words on her, and turned to leave.
"You stop right there!"
Seeing Song Qiao's dismissive attitude, Mo Ling felt like she was going to explode with anger.
If she hadn't been unable to defeat him, she would have rushed up and beaten him senseless right now.
"What?"
"Miss Mo, are you not done hiding in the bushes yet?"
Song Qiao turned back, his eyes glinting with a half-smile.
"You..."
Mo Ling was so angry she was speechless.
She stomped her foot violently and said resentfully, "Song Qiao, I advise you not to get too carried away. Within a month, you and Ye Zhiwei will be defeated and return in disgrace!"
"Oh."
Song Qiao gave her a look as if she were an idiot.
"If I remember correctly, you said the same thing last time, but so far, Ye Zhiwei and I haven't lost, have we?"
"Can I consider your words to be mere farting?"
For some reason, when facing Mo Ling, Song Qiao always wanted to see her flustered.
Therefore, when facing her, he never held back.
Every word was a sarcastic jab.
Mo Ling now felt like she was going mad with anger.
"Song Qiao, you scoundrel, I don't understand why you always have to pick on me."
"Don't think I don't know, you joined Ye Zhiwei's side not to help her, but clearly to oppose me."
Her eyes were red, and her voice had a hint of a cry.
Song Qiao looked at her with surprise and said in a flat tone.
"Did you take the wrong medicine today? What does it have to do with you whether I help Ye Zhiwei or not?"
"I advise you not to think so highly of yourself."
After saying that, he turned and left directly, unwilling to waste another word with this woman whose mind was so twisted.
Mo Ling was left standing alone, stunned.
Neither of them knew that.
The scene that had just unfolded had been seen entirely by Xia Xueqing, who was still in the villa.
When she heard Ye Zhiwei's name, her expression suddenly darkened.
Coupled with Song Qiao's previous behavior, her mind began to wander.
Although Song Qiao loved her, he might still have other thoughts about other women.
This Ye Zhiwei was a significant potential threat.
She still couldn't understand why Song Qiao would inexplicably help this stranger.
When Song Qiao returned to the villa, Xia Xueqing had already composed herself and pretended as if nothing had happened.
As they were eating breakfast, Song Qiao's phone suddenly rang.
"Zhou Zhou?"
"Ye Zhiwei usually calls me directly. Why is it her secretary today?"
Seeing the caller ID, he couldn't help but frown.
He quickly answered the phone.
"Mr. Song, please come to Lan Hai quickly. Miss Ye, she... she received a letter this morning."
"And she suddenly locked herself in her office, refusing to open the door for anyone."
Zhou Zhou's tone was filled with urgency.
Song Qiao abruptly stood up from his seat, "Alright, wait for me at the company entrance."
"I'll be there immediately."
After saying that, he grabbed his jacket from the chair and made a gesture to Xia Xueqing.
He drove to the headquarters of Lan Hai Industrial at the fastest possible speed.
"Zhiwei?"
Accompanying the helpless secretary to the office door, Song Qiao gently knocked and called out Ye Zhiwei's name.
"Mr. Song, what brings you to Lan Hai? I don't want to see any guests today. Let's talk about anything else another day."
Ye Zhiwei's voice was cold, and her tone was clearly more distant than usual.
She had deliberately emphasized the words "see any guests."
Song Qiao outside the door was stunned, completely bewildered by her actions.
"Zhiwei, what's wrong?"
As soon as he finished speaking.
Ye Zhiwei inside the room suddenly erupted with emotion.
"I told you I'm very upset today and don't want to see guests. Get lost!"
She, who was usually gentle, suddenly smashed a cup on her desk, her voice revealing a hint of hysteria.