The man was Jiang Yan, the same person who had competed with him for Wang Meng previously.
Upon seeing Song Qiao's figure, he gritted his teeth, his heart filled with resentment.
"Song Qiao, you bastard, just you wait. When I find the chance, I'll make sure you're ruined!"
He muttered to himself and quietly followed.
Since his rebirth, Song Qiao's senses had become exceptionally sharp.
While waiting for the elevator, he felt someone staring at him with ill intentions.
This immediately put him on high alert. He pretended to be nonchalant and glanced around.
He quickly spotted Jiang Yan lurking suspiciously.
Just then, Guo Jun came down from upstairs. The two old friends hadn't seen each other in a while and were both excited upon meeting.
"Young Master Guo, you go up first. Xueqing's father is sick, and I need to go to the hospital to see him."
Song Qiao made up an excuse to Guo Jun to confirm if Jiang Yan was tailing him.
He turned and left the club.
Xia Xueqing's father, his former father-in-law, had indeed been feeling unwell these past few days. He had originally planned to visit tomorrow.
Since there was an opportunity to test the waters today, he drove directly to the city hospital without hesitation.
As expected.
Jiang Yan quickly followed him in his car.
The clumsy attempt at tailing made Song Qiao want to laugh.
"Brother-in-law, why are you here? Didn't you say you'd come tomorrow?"
As soon as she entered the hospital room, Xia Xueqing excitedly went to greet him.
"I was just worried,"
Song Qiao casually placed the fruit on the nearby table and chatted with his father-in-law with concern.
Although his mother-in-law was usually sharp-tongued and petty, his father-in-law was a decent person, at least not someone Song Qiao found particularly disagreeable.
"Brother-in-law, thank you for coming to see my dad."
Seeing Song Qiao skillfully peel the fruit, Xia Xueqing blushed slightly.
At the same time, she felt a hint of secret joy.
They both knew that Song Qiao wasn't visiting his father-in-law because of his relationship with Xia Yuqing.
It was because Song Qiao was showing consideration for Xia Xueqing that he came to visit.
His actions clearly indicated that he already regarded her as important.
Thinking of this, Xia Xueqing felt as if she had eaten something sweet, and her whole being was filled with uncontrollable excitement.
After a brief chat, Song Qiao made an excuse about having more business to attend to.
He then drove back to the club.
Jiang Yan, that fool, once again followed him. He thought his tracking was clever, unaware that Song Qiao had long since discovered him.
However, Song Qiao didn't have time to deal with the guy at the moment. As soon as he got out of the car, he headed straight for Guo Jun's private room.
Seeing this, a smug smile flickered in Jiang Yan's eyes.
He took out his phone and called Xia Xueqing.
"Xia Xueqing, I have a secret about your brother-in-law that you might want to hear. Do you want to see what kind of person your so-called excellent brother-in-law really is?"
As soon as the call connected, Jiang Yan deliberately played coy, trying to pique Xia Xueqing's curiosity.
He intended to reveal some misunderstandings between Song Qiao and others.
He figured that Song Qiao's bad reputation would make it impossible for him to do business.
"Sorry, I'm not interested."
To his surprise, Xia Xueqing, upon hearing that it was Jiang Yan calling, replied coldly and hung up the phone directly.
What a joke.
Xia Xueqing wasn't like her sister, easily swayed by rumors. She had her own opinions in everything she did.
In her eyes, Song Qiao was simply a perfect man right now.
How could he have any dirt on him? Even if there was dirt, it must have been fabricated by Song Qiao's enemies.
Why would she believe an enemy of Song Qiao over Song Qiao himself, whom she had seen with her own eyes?
"Damn it, you hung up the phone just like that?"
Jiang Yan couldn't help but curse from inside his car. He was about to call back when
Song Qiao appeared beside his car at some point, gently tapped on the window, and looked at him with a half-smile.
"I say, Jiang Yan, why are you always following me?"
"Wha-what do you mean? This isn't your house, I was just passing by."
Jiang Yan swallowed hard, stubbornly refusing to admit it.
"Stop making excuses. You even dared to call and try to sow discord just now. I think you're really tired of living."
Song Qiao sneered and, from somewhere, produced a small hammer.
He suddenly hammered it onto Jiang Yan's car window, and the entire pane shattered with a *crack*.
Many shards of glass flew onto Jiang Yan's face.
"You, what do you want?"
Jiang Yan exclaimed and quickly leaned back against the passenger seat, hiding there cautiously.
He had seen many of Song Qiao's methods before.
If Song Qiao really intended to teach him a lesson, he would be finished today.
"Young Master Jiang, if you have the guts, get out of the car and let's spar?"
"If I lose, I'll tell you any information you want, no need for you to bother tailing me."
Saying this, he reached in, intending to pull out Jiang Yan's car keys.
"No, no."
"Spare me this time, and I'll never dare to follow you again."
Jiang Yan wiped the cold sweat from his brow. His pants felt damp.
His voice trembled with a hint of tears.
Under immense fear, he found some unknown strength and quickly started the car, driving away from there at full speed.
Song Qiao chuckled helplessly and turned to head back to the club.
"Is it all handled?"
Guo Jun asked nonchalantly.
"It's all handled. Just a petty hoodlum who's not worth mentioning."
Song Qiao sneered contemptuously, clearly not taking Jiang Yan seriously.
"If you ask me, you're too soft-hearted. If it were me, he'd be floating down the river feeding the fish by now."
Guo Jun pouted indifferently.
Song Qiao chuckled and didn't respond. Instead, he raised his wine glass, and the two continued to drink and chat.
However, less than fifteen minutes later, Song Qiao's phone rang again.
It was his secretary, Qin Ya.
"Boss, Wu Meng's trading company has come under attack. Several projects are preparing to withdraw their investments. What should we do now?"
Qin Ya's voice was filled with anxiety, clearly unsure how to handle the situation.
"Sigh, that Peng Hui fellow truly won't stop until he hits a brick wall. It seems he hasn't learned his lesson."
"Yes, I understand. Leave this matter to me."
Song Qiao agreed and then called Wu Meng, who was frantically trying to figure things out.
As soon as the call connected, he asked directly:
"Peng Hui made a move against you?"
"Don't worry about this matter for now. Leave it to me to resolve."
"Today, I'll make him understand the price of messing with my people!"