Return to the City: The Strongest King
Chapter 375 - 376 Under the Table Activities

Chapter 375: Chapter 376 Under the Table Activities

"What are you doing? You look like a little thief." As soon as Song Xiaoru came downstairs, she saw Song Xiaodong coming up, but he was sneakily looking down and immediately asked a question.

"Oh, it’s nothing." Song Xiaodong quickly flashed a grin. Although Xiao Yingying’s suggestion was good, it definitely wouldn’t do for the traditional Song Xiaoru.

"You better be honest, I see your mind wandering more and more every day." Song Xiaoru grabbed Song Xiaodong’s ear.

"Yes, yes, sis, don’t pull my ear, let me have some dignity, huh."

"There’s nobody else to see, so why should I leave you any dignity?" Song Xiaoru rebuked him with a glare but still let go of his ear,

"Sis, I’m going to take a shower." Song Xiaodong pecked Song Xiaoru on the cheek, then ran off.

Song Xiaoru shook her head. Her brother really was her pride, but recently, this boy’s luck with the ladies was too strong, which made her inevitably worried. Even if she had never been in love, she knew that if one had too much of a ’peach blossom’ luck, it could easily turn into a ’peach blossom’ calamity.

Just after taking a shower, Song Xiaodong received a call from Xiao Haiqing. After finding out about Xiao Yingying’s situation, Song Xiaodong asked, "What does the fire department say about the fire?"

Xiao Haiqing’s tone suddenly became grave, "The fire department found that the fire was arson, not an accident."

"As expected. Did they find any clues?" Song Xiaodong asked.

Xiao Haiqing replied, "I’ve already had Chen Jun look into it. Moreover, the police are investigating too, but so far, there are no results. If I find out who did this, I will definitely not let them off." There was an unmistakable chill in his words.

"Then, what do you think of Xiao Zhiming?" Song Xiaodong suddenly asked.

"You... suspect Zhiming?" Xiao Haiqing immediately pressed.

"It’s actually quite simple. If Yingying died, only he would gain the most benefit from it. If not him, who should I suspect?"

"This... Zhiming is my nephew, I’ve treated him well over the years, as if he were my own son. How could he possibly do something like this?"

"People die for wealth as birds die for food. If you don’t believe it, then there’s nothing I can do."

"Alright, I’ll look into it." Xiao Haiqing did not say much else this time and changed the subject, "The house burned down, and I don’t feel at ease with Yingying staying in a hotel. Let her stay at your place these days; it will be convenient for you to treat her wounds as well."

"No problem." Song Xiaodong readily agreed.

"Mm, I feel relieved leaving Yingying with you. I won’t go see her either, just pass on my message." With that, Xiao Haiqing hung up.

Song Xiaodong believed that Xiao Haiqing would definitely investigate. Being able to run such a large company, Xiao Haiqing certainly wasn’t a fool. Not suspecting Xiao Haiqing before was a matter of trust, and Xiao Zhiming should have been faithfully working for Xiao Haiqing as well.

But things were different now. Since Xiao Yingying wouldn’t die, Xiao Haiqing’s assets wouldn’t end up being his, and the recent actions he’d taken would surely have left some sort of trail. With Xiao Haiqing’s ability, it wouldn’t be difficult to uncover the truth.

When he got downstairs, it was already time for dinner. At the dining table, the atmosphere was still very harmonious. Xiao Yingying was clearly trying to ingratiate herself with Miao Qingqing, leaving Miao Qingqing with no choice but to smile in return.

Song Xiaodong focused on eating his meal. At times like this, it was better to keep a low profile to avoid trouble.

As a sharp pain hit his calf, Song Xiaodong looked up at Miao Xuanxuan sitting opposite him. However, Miao Xuanxuan was expressionless, head lowered, eating as though she was not the culprit.

But then, Song Xiaodong’s calf was repeatedly kicked, and with quite some force too—it was obviousthat the girl was still upset after watching Xiao Yingying.

Enduring the pain, Song Xiaodong naturally spread his legs a bit while picking up dishes when, alas, Miao Xuanxuan’s foot happened to kick over and got caught between his.

This was an accident, but seizing the opportunity, Song Xiaodong didn’t want to let it go—he squeezed his legs together and held onto Miao Xuanxuan’s foot, not allowing her to retract it.

Miao Xuanxuan’s right foot trapped, she glared up at Song Xiaodong and said, "Xiaodong, are you enjoying this a lot now?"

Song Xiaodong grinned and said, "Yeah, I’m enjoying it a lot. Xuanxuan, have more to eat; you’ve lost weight these days."

Miao Xuanxuan watched Song Xiaodong with a look of enjoyment, feeling slightly irked. Her leg was immobilized, but she could still wiggle her toes. She bent them and, without aiming, decided to step first and ask questions later.

"Oh..." Song Xiaodong suddenly let out a low cry.

"What’s wrong with you?" Song Xiaoru turned her attention to Song Xiaodong.

Song Xiaodong gave a dry laugh and covered his mouth, saying, "I just bit my tongue."

"Serves you right!" Miao Xuanxuan winked at Song Xiaodong and said, "It seems you really can’t wait to have some meat, biting even your own tongue. Here, let me serve you a piece."

As Miao Xuanxuan was speaking, she picked up a piece of meat and handed it to Song Xiaodong, then her foot deliberately pressed in again. She knew exactly where she had stepped on him; when they were together before, they had done everything except that last step, so touching that private area didn’t embarrass her too much, and now it was purely for retaliation.

The skin on Song Xiaodong’s face twitched again, which made Miao Xuanxuan feel quite smug and happy. Her playful foot kept moving around, but soon she herself blushed as she found she couldn’t move it anymore.

"What a hooligan," Miao Xuanxuan inwardly scolded him, but she also felt an indescribable excitement, especially doing this under everyone’s noses, which made it feel all the more thrilling.

Song Xiaodong found enjoyment yet pain simultaneously, not daring to move recklessly and focusing on eating his food quietly.

"Xiaodong, get me a bottle of water," Miao Qingqing said at this moment.

Song Xiaodong responded with an "Okay" and quickly released Miao Xuanxuan’s foot. He was about to get up but then promptly sat down again and said, "You can get it yourself."

Xiao Yingying immediately said, "Brother Dongzi, when Sister Qingqing asks you to fetch something, you should do it cheerfully."

At this moment, Miao Xuanxuan also chimed in with a giggling remark, "Yeah, Xiaodong, your girlfriend asks you to get a bottle of water and you won’t do it? Doesn’t that show you don’t care about her at all?"

Song Xiaodong glared at Miao Xuanxuan, hating her internally. Others might not know his predicament, but Miao Xuanxuan surely did; to suggest such a thing was clearly a ploy to make him look foolish.

At this point, Miao Qingqing’s own expression turned sour. It was too much of a loss of face—Song Xiaodong really didn’t seem to care about her at all.

Internally, Song Xiaodong bemoaned his luck. What should have been the simple task of getting a bottle of water had now become a massive headache for him.