Chapter 49: Taming Song Mo! Leng Wanqiu

Song Mo was lounging like a salted fish at the wine table.

At this moment, he was scrolling through martial arts video materials on his phone.

All were rare fight videos impossible to find online.

Obtained from Sheldon and Bruce.

Watching the proficiency of 【Combat Beginner】 slowly increase.

The sense of security was overwhelming!

Song Wanrou held a cup of Sky Dream that Song Mo had mixed for her, gazing at the focused Song Mo with a faint smile on her face.

They suited each other well.

One had a cold, aloof aura; the other, a gentle, tender one—and both were strikingly beautiful.

Too bad.

Peace was bound to be temporary.

Storms always arrived unannounced.

Leng Wanqiu arrived at the banquet.

She wore an oversized suit, unlike other female guests or female tycoons who donned luxurious evening gowns.

She arrived earlier.

But not in the area where the second-generation elites gathered.

Rather, at the gathering of the wealthy.

At this moment, glasses clinked as many tycoons toasted Leng Wanqiu—this was a formidable overlord who had come from Kyoto to develop in Modu, with immense hidden power behind her.

Everyone ignored Leng Wanqiu's obese appearance.

In this setting, amid flattery, Leng Wanqiu held absolute dominance and absolute confidence.

Compared to the crowd of admirers surrounding Leng Wanqiu,

a married couple at the scene appeared far more isolated.

They did not go around toasting, standing outside the crowd, their expressions slightly grim.

Bai Jiaojiao glanced disdainfully at Leng Wanqiu.

"Husband, is this fat woman the one who bullied our son?"

Song Tiancheng let out a bitter laugh.

"Wife, yes, she is indeed a fat woman, but be careful not to let her hear you—her behind-the-scenes power is enormous. When I tried to suppress the rumors, it was because of her that I failed."

Bai Jiaojiao snorted.

"She's a fat woman—can't people say it?"

"What did our son ever do to her? She clearly wants to destroy our son!"

Song Tiancheng frowned.

In truth, he still wanted to investigate what misunderstanding had occurred—ideally, the conflict should end here, otherwise the Song Family would always suffer greater losses.

An arm cannot fight against a thigh.

Song Tiancheng whispered something to his wife; though Bai Jiaojiao was deeply dissatisfied, for the sake of their son, she ultimately said nothing more.

Song Tiancheng picked up a glass of wine and walked toward Leng Wanqiu, who was surrounded by tycoons, wearing a humble smile.

"Director Leng."

"I'm Song Tiancheng of the Song Group. You've been in Modu for some time now, and I've never had the chance to meet you—today, I must toast you."

Leng Wanqiu had long known of Song's parents' existence but had always pretended not to recognize them.

Hearing Song Tiancheng's voice, she feigned surprise and turned around, her eyes laced with contempt, her voice full of confusion.

"Song Tiancheng? What's that?"

"Are you also a big shot in Modu?"

The Song Family's worth was only ten billion, while Leng Wanqiu personally controlled hundreds of billions—she possessed far greater wealth than Song Tiancheng.

But that was not her excuse for arrogance.

A flash of fury passed through Song Tiancheng's eyes.

He smiled: "Director Leng, you're joking—you certainly know who I am. Though we've never met in person, we've crossed paths in business."

"Director Leng, no wonder you're a big shot from Kyoto!"

"This humble little pawn of Modu has truly witnessed what real power looks like—when you've got connections above, you're bold, you're ruthless!"

Song Tiancheng raised his glass and drained it entirely.

"I've drunk mine—you can do as you please."

"Director Leng, I'd like to know: what exactly is the conflict between us? Can it be resolved—or not? What do you want me to do?"

"Please give me a clear answer."

The tycoons around Leng Wanqiu remained silent, observing the two with thoughtful glances, analyzing their relationship.

Here, there were no dogs barking for their master—everyone considered their own interests, preserving themselves, refusing to take sides.

—All old foxes who wouldn't release the hawk until they saw the rabbit.

Leng Wanqiu fell silent for a long while.

She sized up Song Tiancheng—he was truly self-made, rising from his wife's mere tens of thousands dowry to become president of a hundreds-of-billions empire.

Leng Wanqiu still seethed over the humiliation Song Mo had inflicted on her at the café, and the bone-deep pain of having her wounds ripped open.

Yet she also harbored a sliver of hope.

Could Song Mo know how to cure her?

And… had she once, in a past life, been close to him?

Chen Xi betrayed himself?

Song Mo helped him, yet was backstabbed by him?

Thinking this.

Leng Wanqiu's emotions were also extremely complicated.

Her fury could only be suppressed.

Leng Wanqiu thought for a moment, then said coldly:

"Whether we can shake hands and make peace depends not on you or me, but on your son."

Song Tiancheng didn't understand.

"Why? According to my information channels, my son should have had no contact with you at all. If it weren't for you on the internet…"

"President Song!" Leng Wanqiu suddenly barked:

"Watch your words!"

Dare to do it but not take responsibility?

Song Tiancheng was truly so angry he laughed.

He clenched his teeth. "Whatever, let's get this clear today. It's easy to dodge a spear in the open, hard to guard against a hidden arrow. President Leng, just don't fire any hidden arrows in the future."

Slandering people behind their backs, using the power above to suppress them—what kind of skill is that?

Bai Jiaojiao called Song Mo.

Summoning her son to come quickly.

Song Mo, who had been lounging outside like a salted fish, finally received the message, stretched lazily, "Ah! Can I finally go back? This banquet is simply no fun at all…"

He couldn't get along with those playboys.

Nor did he like those domineering rich young ladies.

The two sides were on different levels.

Besides.

With the system around, Song Mo might as well go home and practice boxing or grind through problems—both more meaningful than socializing.

Song Mo entered with Song Wanrou.

An Yinuo saw them and, with a knowing look, said to Tang Xiaowan: "Xiao Wan, do you want to go in and say hello to my dad?"

Tang Xiaowan saw through it but didn't say it, and agreed readily:

"Sure!"

……

When Song Mo entered, he immediately felt many scrutinizing gazes—these gazes came at the very least from tycoons of corporations worth over ten billion.

But he wasn't intimidated in the slightest.

Compared to those attending the performance at the Paris Theater—nobles with centuries of history, capital leviathans with vast commercial empires—

What was before him was a small scene.

However, one figure among them—

Instantly caught his attention.

【Leng Wanqiu's build is really, tsk tsk, standing out as especially massive among a crowd of men, like a sow in a flock of pheasants—impossible not to notice. But she's actually here? Looks like tonight's going to be fun.】

The moment Song Mo's inner thoughts were transmitted.

Leng Wanqiu's face instantly darkened.

The suppressed emotions exploded in an instant.

"The Song Family really has raised a fine son. Good-looking, and I hear he's full of talent too. It's just a pity his character doesn't seem too great."

"He bullied my younger brother before—campus bullying drove him to develop Yu Yu Syndrome. These past days he doesn't even want to go to school."

"President Song, you're a man of principle. Tell me, how should we educate your son? You wouldn't have the heart to hit or scold him…"

"How about… getting down on your knees to apologize?"

A cold smile played at the corner of Leng Wanqiu's lips.

The doubts in her heart.

The questions about her past life.

All of it—set aside!

She would first tame this little man, let him know what it means to be obedient, and then—

From him—

Obtain the method to cure her strange ailment!

(End of this chapter)