Directly Kneeling

Hearing this, Song Jianpeng and his wife were both startled.

Soon, Song Jianpeng frowned, feeling that Yuan Cuilan was exaggerating a bit.

He was just a young man. How could the Song, Liang, and Yuan families combined not afford to offend him?

"Listen to me, you'd better go apologize to Young Master Qin right now," Yuan Cuilan said with a serious face.

"Apologize?"

Hearing this, Song Jianpeng and Yuan Cuiying were both displeased.

Especially Song Jianpeng, who valued his face above all else.

Even if he really couldn't afford to offend this Young Master Qin, it was impossible for him to go and apologize right now.

As the wealthiest family in Hang Province, the Song family had considerable power themselves.

He didn't believe Qin Ning could actually do anything to him.

At the end of the day, he was just a young man.

Just as he was thinking this, the phone in his pocket rang.

Seeing the caller ID, Song Jianpeng froze for a moment. Without overthinking it, he curiously answered, "Dad, what's the matter..."

Before he could even finish his sentence, Old Master Song's roar came from the other end of the line, "Are you trying to drag our Song family down to die with you?!"

"Dad... did something happen..."

Song Jianpeng was startled by the sudden furious roar.

His father had always been mild-mannered. If something major hadn't happened, he would never act like this.

But he hadn't done anything, right? Why was he suddenly getting a scolding over the phone?

"I'm asking you, where are you right now?" Old Master Song asked angrily.

"I, I... I'm over at my father-in-law's place, today is his eightieth birthday..."

"Don't I know you're over there? I'm asking if you are by your father-in-law's side right now!"

Song Jianpeng looked innocent and bewildered, "No, I just stepped out of the private room... Dad, what exactly happened?"

"You still have the nerve to ask me? Who exactly did you offend just now?" Judging by his voice, Old Master Song seemed so angry he could barely catch his breath.

"I didn't offend..."

As soon as the words left his mouth, Song Jianpeng seemed to realize something, and a sudden look of shock appeared on his face. "Young... Young Master Qin?"

"Surnamed Qin... then that's it!"

Old Master Song took a deep breath. "Let me tell you, go apologize to Young Master Qin right now, immediately, at once, or don't blame me for disowning you as my son!"

"Me? Apologize?"

Hearing this, Song Jianpeng frowned, his face full of reluctance.

At the same time, he was exceptionally surprised inwardly.

What on earth was going on?

He had just had a minor unpleasant encounter with that Young Master Qin a few minutes ago. How did his father find out immediately?

Moreover, listening to his father's current tone, this Qin Ning's background seemed far more terrifying than he had imagined!

But even so, he still couldn't quite let go of his pride.

"If it weren't for my poor health recently keeping me from going to the in-laws' place, I would have flayed you alive right in front of Young Master Qin today!"

Old Master Song panted heavily. "Do you know how many calls I received just two minutes ago? At least five! And while I've been on the phone with you, there are definitely other calls coming in!"

"Calls? From whom?" Song Jianpeng asked subconsciously.

"Guo Zhengwen, the top leader of Xi Province!"

"Ma Anguo, the top leader of the Magic City!"

"And a call from the top leader of our own Hang Province!"

By the time he said this, the old man's voice sounded as if he was exhausted.

Song Jianpeng was completely dumbfounded.

Were all these high-ranking provincial officials contacting the Song family just because of that Young Master Qin?

How was that possible?

How could a young man like him possess such immense power?

"Do you know who else?"

Song Jianpeng's voice trembled. "Who?"

"Elder Liu, and Elder Zeng!"

Old Master Song took a deep breath. "I'm telling you, if you don't earn Young Master Qin's forgiveness today, don't ever come back. The Song family does not have a son like you!"

"Dad, I, I... I'll go apologize right now!"

After snapping back to his senses, Song Jianpeng completely panicked, his face filled with extreme shock.

Even Elder Liu and Elder Zeng had been alarmed?

Just because he had a little friction with Qin Ning?

Wasn't it just asking the other party to give up a seat?

Why did it feel like he had violated the laws of heaven!

Not daring to think about it any further, Song Jianpeng hastily hung up the phone and hurried back into the private room.

"What are you coming back in for?"

Yuan Guoliang had a dark expression. Had his son-in-law really taken the wrong medicine today?

Could it be he still wanted to say some harsh words to Young Master Qin?

"Thud!"

Just as Yuan Guoliang was thinking this, he saw Song Jianpeng walk straight up to Qin Ning and kneel down without hesitation.

Behind him, Yuan Cuiying, who had followed him in, widened her eyes.

She naturally didn't know what Old Master Song had said to her husband on the phone, but there was no need to be scared to this extent, right?

To actually kneel directly in front of that Young Master Qin!

Knowing that her husband always cared deeply about his face, she also seemed to instantly realize that the situation was far from simple.

With so many people present, why was it that only Qin Ning, along with Liang Lihua, was able to sit beside her father?

It could only mean that this Young Master Qin possessed a terrifying status beyond her imagination!

She remembered what her older sister Yuan Cuilan had said earlier: even the Yuan, Liang, and Song families combined couldn't afford to offend Qin Ning in the slightest!

Looking at it now, that statement was not an exaggeration at all.

Otherwise, her husband wouldn't have knelt down to Qin Ning just after taking a single phone call!

"Young... Young Master Qin... I, I... I unintentionally offended you just now..."

"Get up. I'm giving Old Master Yuan face today, so I won't stoop to your level. Don't kneel here and disturb our meal," Qin Ning said calmly.

"Yes, yes... Thank you, Young Master Qin, for being magnanimous and forgiving this lowly one's mistakes... I, I... I'll scramble out right now!"

Song Jianpeng felt as if he had been granted a grand pardon. He raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead, then quickly stood up, grabbed his wife Yuan Cuiying, and left the private room.

"I told you just now to apologize to Young Master Qin. Now you know, right? Young Master Qin is not someone you can afford to provoke."

Yuan Cuilan, who had followed them out, sighed.

Song Jianpeng wanted to cry but had no tears. "Sister, why didn't you tell us sooner? You should have warned us before we came. Otherwise, how could I have been so recklessly suicidal as to offend Young Master Qin?"

"I called you, but it didn't go through. Besides, even if it did, and I told you over the phone, with your temperaments, would you have believed it? Would you have taken it seriously?"

Yuan Cuilan coldly snorted. "Remember, keep a low profile in the future. Don't always act so self-righteous when you're out and about. You need to know that there are countless people in this world you cannot afford to provoke."

"Who do you think those people in the private room are?"

"Aside from Young Master Qin, which of the others has a background lesser than yours?"

"The young masters of the Wang and Cai families from the Magic City, and Elder Liu's grandson are also inside. Do you know of the York family from Country Y?"

"That foreigner inside is Mr. Richard, the patriarch of the York family."

"Now, do you still think you're so great?"