"Yuqing, what are you so suspicious about?"
"I live here alone, where else would anyone be?"
Seeing that there was no one in the bedroom, Wu Meng let out a sigh of relief.
She quickly put on an innocent look and looked at Xia Yuqing.
"Did I really hear it wrong?"
"I just felt like I heard a man's voice."
Xia Yuqing shook her head helplessly, beginning to doubt her own ears.
"You've been under too much stress lately. Go rest. You're hearing things."
Wu Meng shook her head helplessly and led Xia Yuqing back to the living room.
After a few more pleasantries, Wu Meng repeatedly urged Xia Yuqing to rest well before seeing her off.
The moment Xia Yuqing stepped out, Wu Meng rushed to the bedroom.
"Song Qiao, Song Qiao, where are you hiding?"
"I'm here."
Song Qiao responded and surprisingly jumped in through the window.
"Phew."
That was close. If Yuqing had found me with you, our friendship would be over.
Wu Meng breathed a sigh of relief, patting her chest.
"Sigh, we're not even doing anything, why does it feel like we're doing something illicit?"
Song Qiao smiled awkwardly, looking at Wu Meng with a hint of helplessness.
If it weren't for not wanting Wu Meng to feel embarrassed, he wouldn't have risked hiding outside the window.
"That won't do. If Yuqing misunderstands, I'll be wrongly accused."
Wu Meng pouted, still a bit shaken.
"Alright, it's getting late. I should go. Xueqing is waiting for me."
Song Qiao glanced at the time, unwilling to dwell on the topic, and announced his departure.
Wu Meng didn't try to keep him. She checked his wound one last time to confirm there were no major issues before letting him leave with peace of mind.
...
Back home, Xia Xueqing was anxiously waiting in the living room.
Upon seeing Song Qiao return, she excitedly jumped up from the sofa and threw herself into his arms.
"Hiss!"
Unexpectedly, she accidentally bumped into the wound on Song Qiao's arm.
He couldn't help but grimace in pain.
"Brother-in-law, you're hurt?"
Xia Xueqing finally noticed the bandage on Song Qiao's arm and gasped, covering her mouth.
"It's nothing, just a superficial wound. I ran into some thugs looking for trouble while I was taking Wu Meng home."
"She's already bandaged it for me."
Song Qiao explained with a smile, signaling Xia Xueqing not to worry too much.
"Sigh, can't you be more careful? It's late, what if something happened..."
Xia Xueqing chided him with concern, a hint of jealousy flashing in her eyes.
A charming man like Song Qiao was easily noticed by other women.
Especially Wu Meng, who was already very curious about Song Qiao.
This was not a good sign. I have to guard against her in the future.
Xia Xueqing mused inwardly.
For some reason, ever since she had Song Qiao as she wished,
She constantly felt a sense of crisis, afraid that Song Qiao, who was finally hers, would slip away.
Xia Xueqing checked Song Qiao's arm wound again and breathed a sigh of relief when she confirmed it wasn't serious.
She patted her chest and sighed, then lingered affectionately with Song Qiao for a while longer.
They then retired to their respective rooms to rest.
...
The next morning, Wu Meng mysteriously asked to meet Song Qiao.
"Wu Meng, why are you asking me out so early? Is there something urgent?"
Song Qiao rubbed his sleepy eyes and asked listlessly.
"Song Qiao, you're here at the right time. I wanted to introduce you to an old classmate of mine."
Song Qiao then noticed a middle-aged man sitting in the room, looking to be around forty years old.
Before he could speak, Wu Meng continued the introduction:
"This is my old classmate Chen Jun, the president of our city's commercial bank."
"Manager Chen, this is Song Qiao, the boss of Xiang Piaopiao Food Company."
Chen Jun sized up Song Qiao, a hint of disdain in his eyes, but spoke courteously nonetheless.
"Oh, so you're Mr. Song. I've heard a lot about you."
As he spoke, he warmly extended his hand to shake Song Qiao's.
Song Qiao initially didn't want to associate with these so-called friends, but the other party was so enthusiastic that he felt too embarrassed to refuse.
"Song Qiao, do you remember the influential person I told you about who helped me with trade?"
"It's Chen Jun who has been helping me behind the scenes."
Seeing Song Qiao's somewhat cold attitude, Wu Meng added.
"Oh?"
Song Qiao's eyebrows raised, a smile flashing in his eyes.
It seemed someone was taking credit for their accomplishments.
He didn't expect to run into this situation so coincidentally.
Song Qiao maintained his composure outwardly, already anticipating a good show.
"Heh, what influential person? We're friends."
Chen Jun waved his hand with a smile, as if dealing with a trivial matter.
Then, he glanced at his watch and invited Wu Meng and Song Qiao, "It's almost lunchtime, how about I treat you two to a meal?"
"Oh, we can't possibly impose on you. You've helped me so much, I should be the one to treat you this time."
Wu Meng replied politely.
As she spoke, she subtly kicked Song Qiao's calf, urging him to be more enthusiastic.
However, Song Qiao directly shook his head and refused.
"I'm very sorry, Mr. Chen. My company has some matters to attend to, so I really can't make it for dinner today."
"Perhaps another time?"
Upon hearing this, Chen Jun couldn't help but feel a surge of joy. Without this persistent Song Qiao, he would have the opportunity for some one-on-one time with Wu Meng.
"You, come with me for a moment."
Wu Meng was so angered by Song Qiao that she felt short of breath and pulled him aside.
"Song Qiao, what's wrong with you? I'm kindly introducing my friend to you today, and you're acting like this."
"Chen Jun is the president of a bank. If you can befriend him, he can help you with loans for your business in the future."
"How can you not distinguish between good and bad?"
Song Qiao shook his head indifferently and advised Wu Meng, "Wu Meng, I also suggest you don't attend this dinner. This Mr. Chen is full of hot air and is not a good person."
"He lied to you about the matter at the docks. The influential person who helped you solve your trade problems was not him."
"Then who was it? What evidence do you have?"
Wu Meng's heart was filled with doubt.
"Because I was the one who helped you resolve that batch of goods, so of course I know." Song Qiao, unable to hold back any longer, quickly explained.
"You helped me resolve it?"
Wu Meng frowned instantly.
This Song Qiao, just as she started to change her opinion of him, was already making up stories to deceive her.
"That's right. So this dinner probably has ill intentions. You'd better not go," Song Qiao warned.
"Hmph, you don't need to worry about this. If you don't want to go, then fine."
Seeing that Song Qiao had come up with such a flimsy excuse, Wu Meng completely lost her patience.
Her expression darkened, and she left the room, preparing to go downstairs to meet Chen Jun.
Meanwhile, downstairs from Wu Meng's apartment.
"Don't worry, Ms. Wu. Wu Meng has taken the bait." Chen Jun said with a wicked grin, hanging up the phone.
Then, he took out a small blue bottle from his pocket.
"I'm sorry, Wu Meng. Don't blame me for being ruthless. I'm looking forward to your performance in bed today."
As he spoke, the malicious smile on his face deepened.