Return to the City: The Strongest King
Chapter 170: Power Struggle

Chapter 170: Chapter 170: Power Struggle

Miao Qingqing nodded and said, "Yes, the Xiao Corporation and our family’s company collaborating is really a union of two powerful forces. This time, the main responsibilities fall on me and Xiao Zhiming."

Song Xiaodong looked at Miao Qingqing and said, "I guess this guy wants to collaborate with you on business and probably on some personal matters as well?"

Miao Qingqing didn’t deny it and said, "Yes, that’s one of the main reasons I asked you to pretend to be my boyfriend."

Song Xiaodong said suspiciously, "Are you saying if you don’t have a boyfriend and don’t want to date him, he won’t collaborate with you? Does your family’s company really need to please him?"

"It’s not exactly like that, but my dad really thinks highly of Xiao Zhiming and hopes to bring us together."

Song Xiaodong immediately responded, "Then your dad is really mistaken this time; Xiao Zhiming is not a good person at all."

"How much do you know about him?" Miao Qingqing asked immediately.

"Well..." Song Xiaodong paused, then continued, "This guy, I feel, is the kind of person who thinks too highly of himself and is rather insidious."

Miao Qingqing nodded and said, "That’s also why I personally don’t like him, but in terms of doing business, that’s somewhat normal."

"Fine, it’s up to you then."

At that time, Xiao Zhiming was standing a short distance away, his face slightly gloomy as he watched Song Xiaodong and Miao Qingqing. He had hated Song Xiaodong ever since Song had humiliated him. Moreover, because Song Xiaodong treated Xiao Yingying, now Xiao Yingying’s condition had ceased to deteriorate and she might even live a few more years. For him, this was quite bad news.

As long as Xiao Yingying was alive, Xiao Haiqing would definitely not hand over the company to him. With Xiao Yingying alive, Xiao Haiqing would hold onto hope, and all the family wealth would certainly be reserved for Xiao Yingying, not falling into his hands.

This was enough reason for Xiao Zhiming to hate Song Xiaodong. And now, this guy had become Miao Qingqing’s boyfriend — Miao Qingqing, his target — which meant Song Xiaodong had thwarted his plans once again.

"Zhiming, what’s wrong? You don’t look very well," someone came over and patted Xiao Zhiming’s shoulder.

Xiao Zhiming turned to look at the three people around him and sighed softly, "Miao Qingqing already has a boyfriend, and that guy is someone I’ve had issues with before. Do you think I can be happy?"

"Miao Qingqing has a boyfriend now? That guy... he seems pretty okay. What does he do?"

Xiao Zhiming curled his lip in disdain and said, "That person seems to know some folk remedies, probably just a charlatan. If it weren’t inconvenient, I really would teach him a lesson."

In Xiao Zhiming’s eyes, Song Xiaodong was definitely not any famous doctor. At best, he knew a bit of acupuncture and just happened to treat Xiao Yingying’s illness correctly by sheer luck, especially given that he saw where Song Xiaodong lived — a clear slum. So, he was even more convinced that Song Xiaodong was not really capable.

The three people were somewhat puzzled and said, "Really? How could Miao Qingqing be interested in such a man?"

Xiao Zhiming quickly said, "That’s what annoys me, too. I know where that guy’s home is; it’s nothing more than a slum. Do you think there’s anything remarkable about people who live there?"

Upon hearing this, the three of them immediately showed disdain. A person living in a slum, what would that amount to? They didn’t even give him a second glance.

Xiao Zhiming sighed again and said, "If it weren’t for not wanting to ruin my image in front of Miao Qingqing, I would really want to just drive him out."

Zhou Fei slapped Xiao Zhiming on the shoulder, his lips curling into a cold smirk, and said, "Zhiming, let me stand up for you first. I’ll make him embarrass himself right away."

Xiao Zhiming’s eyes lit up, and he said, "Zhou Fei, what do you have in mind?"

Zhou Fei, around 175 cm tall but quite muscular, chuckled and said, "I’ll go and introduce myself, shake his hand..."

The group immediately chuckled along, as Zhou Fei’s grip was notoriously strong; he often took advantage of this to play tricks during handshakes, causing unbearable pain.

"As long as you make that guy embarrass himself, tonight I’ll treat you to a good time."

"Done!" Zhou Fei smiled triumphantly and strode toward Miao Qingqing and Song Xiaodong, while Xiao Zhiming and the others stood back to watch the show.

Zhou Fei approached Miao Qingqing and said, "President Miao, long time no see."

Miao Qingqing recognized Zhou Fei. Although they weren’t close and had no business dealings, she maintained the courtesy with a slight smile, "Young Master Zhou, you’re so busy, of course it’s rare to see you."

Zhou Fei laughed heartily and then looked at Song Xiaodong, "President Miao, and this is...?"

"This is my boyfriend, Song Xiaodong," Miao Qingqing politely introduced.

"President Miao even has a boyfriend now; well, I must get to know him." Zhou Fei said as he stretched out his hand toward Song Xiaodong.

Xiao Zhiming watched as Song Xiaodong and Zhou Fei shook hands, the eyes of the group lighting up. Next, Song Xiaodong was supposed to scream, struggle fiercely, but unsuccessfully, resulting in total embarrassment.

However, after about ten to twenty seconds, Song Xiaodong was still shaking hands with Zhou Fei, not shouting at all, calm-faced. No, actually his face even had a smile and showed no sign of pain whatsoever.

"What’s going on? Zhou Fei doesn’t know that guy, does he?"

The three of them, including Xiao Zhiming, were quite puzzled, but since Zhou Fei was facing away from them, they couldn’t see his expression.

"Ah!" Suddenly, a muffled cry was heard, but it was from Zhou Fei.

He had begun to apply pressure gradually upon shaking Song Xiaodong’s hand, enjoying the usual sequence of surprise, pain, and then a cry of despair from others.

But this time, as he exerted force, he felt an equal force coming from the other hand, neutralizing his. He hurriedly exerted more force, using all the strength he could muster.

However, Song Xiaodong’s hand maintained an equal force, completely foiling him.

What was worse, he was already exerting his full strength, but the other side seemed hardly affected, with the force becoming even greater. His hand started to hurt more and more, and he couldn’t help but let out a low moan.

The others, including Xiao Zhiming, were even more baffled; what was happening, why was Zhou Fei the one crying out? This was absolutely impossible!