"Hmph, you arrogant fool, what right do you have to order me around?" Director Zhou continued to stand by, mocking him relentlessly.
Song Qiao wanted to lash out, but his wife constantly held him back, so he ultimately restrained himself.
"Forget it, let's all go to the top-floor garden for dinner." Song Qiao took a deep breath and comforted Xia Yuqing.
The hotel had a specially constructed artificial garden on its top floor, a place of exquisite beauty reserved for important guests.
As soon as Song Qiao said this, Wang Jian immediately revealed a contemptuous smile. "Kid, are you dreaming? You can't even get into a private room, and you still dream of dining in the top-floor garden?" "The top-floor garden is for people of Secretary level and above. Look at what you are." Director Zhou also wore a look of disdain. Despite his wealth, he didn't have the status to dine at the top floor. Now, Song Qiao spoke of it so casually, he was utterly oblivious to the heavens and earth.
"Kid, I advise you to just eat something casually in the lobby downstairs. The consumption level of the top-floor garden is something you can't afford," he sneered, continuing his harsh mockery of Song Qiao. "I'm afraid even pawning your entire company wouldn't qualify you."
"Whether I can go or not is one thing, but I know for sure you can't. The rules for the top-floor garden clearly state that mad dogs are not allowed entry," Song Qiao retorted calmly, his eyes already tinged with anger.
"Kid, what did you just say? Say it again if you dare!" Being publicly mocked as a stray dog, Director Zhou's initially playful expression instantly turned grim.
"Song Qiao, can you say a little less?" Xia Yuqing kicked Song Qiao's heel hard from behind. Seeing her husband getting more and more out of hand, acting like a hooligan and completely offending Director Zhou and Wang Jian.
"Xia Yuqing, I never expected that you, the former class beauty, would find such a useless husband." "He has no skills, yet he's here showing off. As the manager, I want to see today how you people are qualified to go to this top-floor garden." "To tell you the truth, if you don't have the qualifications today, I'll have security escort you out right now, and you won't even be able to stay in the lobby." Wang Jian, seeing the couple bickering, immediately started fanning the flames from the side, acting like someone who enjoys watching a fire.
"You, you..." Xia Yuqing was so angered by her former classmate's public ridicule and exposure of her flaws that she couldn't speak.
"Song Qiao, this is all your doing. Now, not only do we not have a private room, but we're going to be driven out in public." "Where am I supposed to put my face now?" Hearing that their family might not even be qualified to eat in the lobby, her mother-in-law was so angry she almost had a heart attack. If they were truly driven out, her birthday banquet would be ruined, and she would likely be a laughingstock among friends and relatives for a long time.
"Mom, how could this happen? We're going to the top floor right now. I promise we're qualified to dine there." Song Qiao shook his head helplessly and assured his mother-in-law with certainty.
"Pah! I, Wang Jian, am laying it on the line today. No matter what your identity is, I guarantee you won't step foot on the top floor." "Song Qiao, are you ever going to stop?" Xia Yuqing roared hoarsely, her pent-up emotions from the recent period finally exploding at this moment. She turned around and looked at her husband with immense disappointment, tears gushing out instantly.
"Yuqing, don't get so worked up. Let's not stoop to his level." Seeing her close friend on the verge of a breakdown, Wu Meng, who had been silent all along, quickly stepped forward and gently patted her shoulder to comfort her. She then turned to look at Song Qiao with a hint of reproach and said coldly, "Are you satisfied now, Song Qiao? Wouldn't it be better to just do your job honestly? Why do you have to come here and show off at a time like this?" "Yuqing already has it tough enough, and you're still making her angry on such an important occasion." "Thinking about those sordid things you've done, I feel it's not worth it for Yuqing." After speaking, Wu Meng forcefully shoved Song Qiao and pulled Xia Yuqing to the side.
"Hey Song, aren't you going to go appease your wife? You look like a meek gigolo." Watching the family put on such a farce in front of him, Director Zhou's heart was blooming. He wished he could pull up a stool, get some melon seeds and drinks, and watch this show all day. Song Qiao was momentarily speechless; his heart turned ice-cold. He never expected that in front of outsiders, not a single member of his family would speak up for him. Not only that, but they were all accusing him of showing off. He clearly had the ability, yet no one believed him. It sounded utterly absurd. Song Qiao could be ruthless and strike back against those arrogant outsiders, but when his own family treated him this way, he felt only a chill from the bottom of his heart.
Watching his brother-in-law's ashen face, Xia Xueqing's lips curved into a faint, almost imperceptible smile. She had stood calmly in place the entire time, not saying a word. The more strained the relationship between her sister and Song Qiao became, the more opportunities it presented for her. Moreover, deep down, she had always believed that Song Qiao absolutely had the capability and would definitely put everyone present in their place later.
"Hey Song, I didn't expect Xia Yuqing to be so fragile. It's fortunate she didn't agree when I pursued her back then. Looking at it now, it really was my good luck." "Hurry up and take your whole family and get lost. Go back and comfort your wife." Unlike Director Zhou, who harbored resentment towards Song Qiao, Wang Jian was more targeted towards Xia Yuqing. When Xia Yuqing rejected him back then, he had buried this hatred in his heart. Now that he had an opportunity for revenge, he naturally showed no mercy. Director Zhou, hearing this, couldn't help but burst into laughter.
"Song Qiao, hurry up and go. Go apologize to Yuqing. If you leave now, you'll lose less face." Wu Meng could no longer stand it; even as an outsider, her face was flushed with embarrassment. "Exactly, hurry up and get lost. We don't entertain your family of paupers here." Wang Jian chimed in with agreement from the side.
"Enough!" Everyone has a temper. Song Qiao, repeatedly taunted by Wang Jian, was now enraged. He had not wanted to resort to violence on his mother-in-law's joyous occasion, but the other party had gone too far. "You're just a watchdog here, and you won't stop barking." As Song Qiao spoke, he suddenly slapped Wang Jian across the face.