Chapter 43

Chapter 44, First Floor

At this moment, a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes walked up from behind. He was none other than Song Shijie, the one who had caused Song Qingguan so much pain. Before Song Qingguan could say anything, Song Shijie spoke first, his tone filled with sincerity: "Qingguan, you must trust Uncle. Everything I do is for your own good. How could I ever harm you?"

Song Qingguan snorted, his respect for Song Shijie long gone since that night.

Song Shijie looked at his nephew: "Qingguan, the reason I had you sign those documents was to minimize the harm to you. Holding onto the inheritance rights benefits no one. You live in constant fear, and Mrs. Song can't appear at the board meetings. What's the point of this stalemate?"

He tried to persuade Qingguan without a fight: "Why don't you give up those things and keep a sum of money to live a good life? This way, you can live comfortably and without worry, and Mrs. Song can take over the board and carry on your father's legacy."

"You're overthinking it."

Song Qingguan seemed to have grown up a lot, looking at his uncle coldly: "Song Shijie, you're a famous lawyer. You know the key is to follow legal procedures. I'll take what I'm entitled to, and she'll take what she can. This way, the matter can be resolved quickly."

Zhang Ningyan's face changed: "That's not the way it works! If your father had died a few days later, the property would be mine."

Song Qingguan snorted: "But I am the current legal heir!"

"Don't play these childish games, Song Qingguan. I'll give you twenty million."

When she sensed that Song Qingguan was not moved, Zhang Ningyan added a few more words, trying to sound like the most virtuous, kind, and considerate stepmother: "I can even plead with Brother Feihu to be lenient with your two brothers. You might see them again tomorrow! Come, good son, sign these documents!"

Zhang Ningyan was not just a pretty face; she had a keen eye. When she saw that money and threats of death were not working on Song Qingguan, she identified the key point: Zhao Heng and Qiao Yuncai. She could tell that Song Qingguan cared deeply about them, so she planned to use their lives as leverage.

Song Qingguan's expression changed: "Are you serious?"

"How could Mrs. Song lie?"

Song Shijie held the contract and slowly approached. Zhao Heng pulled Song Qingguan behind him: "Qingguan, don't believe her. A woman who would plot to take your family's property wouldn't let you off easily. She's just trying to get you to sign the contract. Once she gets what she wants, she'll have us killed."

Qiao Yuncai nodded, his large body standing firm: "That's right! Qingguan, don't sign it! If you don't sign, she won't dare to kill you. If you do, she'll have no qualms about it!"

"Hmph, you refuse the wine and take the punishment!"

The shrewd woman shouted: "Then die slowly!"

She turned and walked out the door, followed by two bodyguards: "Feihu, take care of them! Leave only those who should be left!" The shrewd woman quickly disappeared outside the bar. The Qing Gang had to act, and she couldn't be there to avoid rumors.

Song Shijie also shook his head and left, leaving Song Qingguan feeling utterly cold.

"Go!"

Feihu roared: "Kill them!"

"Stop!"

Just as the Qing Gang was about to attack, a gentle and soft voice came from the door. Feihu and the others instinctively turned around, seeing several women walking in slowly. The one in front had exquisite features and a noble aura, with a figure that was fiery and slender, making it hard to look away: "You can't touch him."

The black-clad woman's high heels clicked on the ground, her body swaying with a charm that made hearts flutter. Feihu and Duyan Biao first mocked anyone who dared to stand in the way of the Qing Gang, but their expressions changed when they recognized her.

"Ms. Yan, hello!"

Feihu, holding a machete on his shoulder, looked at her coldly, his eyes flashing with caution and hostility. Clearly, there was a history of conflict between them. He sneered: "I don't know what relation this man is to you, Ms. Yan. He injured dozens of our brothers. If you want us to leave him alone, you need a reason."

The black-clad woman walked past Feihu and the others, ignoring their questions and smiling at Zhao Heng, Qiao Yuncai, and Song Qingguan: "Zhao Heng, thank you for saving Old Ye in the park and ensuring his safety. Sister Ye sent me to thank you. This is a small token of her appreciation."

She ignored the surrounding machetes and handed a thick envelope to Zhao Heng, which contained 100,000 yuan. Zhao Heng immediately thought of the incident with Principal Ye and understood her intention. It seemed that Principal Ye's daughter had sent someone to thank him and was also trying to help him.

Feihu and the others were already shocked: They hadn't expected Zhao Heng to have a connection with the Ye family.

"Ms. Yan, I'm sorry."

To the surprise of Qiao Yuncai and Song Qingguan, Zhao Heng did not take the envelope but gently waved it off: "I saved him purely out of personal principle, and it was a small effort. Zhao Heng doesn't claim to be a savior and cannot accept this money. Please thank Sister Ye for me."

The black-clad woman's face showed a hint of surprise. She had already investigated Zhao Heng, who was not a rich second-generation or had any powerful connections, which was why he was cornered by Feihu. The 100,000 yuan should have made him excited, as it could change his life.

But Zhao Heng refused without hesitation. No wonder Sister Ye was interested in him. She was also a straightforward person, so she put the money back: "Alright, if you don't want it, I won't insist. I'll convey your message to Sister Ye! By the way, are you interested in joining our First Floor...?"

"Once you join the First Floor, your problems become the First Floor's problems."

She glanced at Feihu: "Then no one will dare to bully you."

"Ms. Yan, that's not the way it works!"

Feihu couldn't hold back: "You need to understand that we are the Qing Gang. We've given you time to talk, which is already generous. If you want to recruit this man into the First Floor, are you not showing us disrespect? Is Master Zhang's word not effective?"

"Even if Sister Ye were here, she couldn't stop us tonight."

The black-clad woman snorted, raising her finger: "Feihu, don't act tough in front of me. You work for Master Zhang, and I work for Sister Ye. If you're unhappy, you can complain to Master Zhang or even challenge me directly!" She then looked at Zhao Heng: "Zhao Heng, are you interested?"

Zhao Heng didn't know what the First Floor was, but from the black-clad woman's demeanor, he knew it was a powerful organization on par with the Qing Gang. He also saw it as an opportunity to escape the conflict with the Qing Gang. However, he didn't like relying on any organization for protection. When he came to Huahai, he decided to be the one holding the gun, not the one being used.

So, he shook his head without hesitation: "Ms. Yan, I'm sorry. It's not that I look down on the First Floor or Sister Ye, but I don't want my personal matters to involve the First Floor. I thank you and Sister Ye for your kindness. If I survive tonight and leave this place..."

"I will personally visit and thank you."

The black-clad woman's eyes showed a hint of surprise, and her interest in Zhao Heng grew. He seemed to be a responsible person, but she thought he was being overly arrogant. She pointed to the henchmen: "Zhao Heng, I know you have some skills, but now is not the time to show off."

"Over a hundred Qing Gang henchmen. Do you think you can leave alive?"

Zhao Heng didn't answer her directly but pointed to Qiao Yuncai and Song Qingguan: "Ms. Yan, don't worry. I will leave this place, but I also need your help. Personal grudges should not involve friends and family. I want you to take my two roommates out of the Huahai Bar. They have nothing to do with this matter."

Song Qingguan quickly shouted: "Boss, I'm not leaving!"

This was a dangerous moment, and he couldn't abandon Zhao Heng.