Be Careful with Your Words

This hotel didn't have any private dining rooms.

Qin Ning and his group had no choice but to eat in the main hall.

After they sat down, the waiter brought tea for everyone and then helped them order their food.

Since he had to accompany Yang Xin to the film set in the afternoon, Qin Ning didn't order any alcohol.

Only after the waiter left did he look at Song Zhenhui. "That pendant around your neck, can you let me take a look at it?"

Hearing this, Song Zhenhui paused for a moment before hurriedly saying, "Of course!"

With that, he took off the pendant.

It was a piece of jade about the size of two fingers, carved with a dragon and tied with a red string. It looked quite exquisite.

"Have you been breaking out in cold sweats during your sleep lately, waking up with a racing heart, feeling weak all over, and having aching limbs?" Qin Ning asked.

Hearing this, Song Zhenhui was astonished. "How did Young Master Qin know about this?"

Qin Ning pointed to the jade pendant in his hand and said calmly, "This thing absorbs Yang energy. If you've had all the symptoms I just mentioned, it means you've been carrying it with you for at least two years."

"Absorbs Yang energy?"

Hearing this, Song Zhenhui's expression changed.

He had bought this jade pendant for two million at an auction during a trip abroad.

Setting aside the quality of the jade itself, it was said to have been consecrated by a foreign mage and possessed the power to ward off evil and avert disasters.

Of course, Song Zhenhui didn't believe in such things. He had only bought it for peace of mind.

But now, someone was telling him that not only could it not ward off evil and avert disasters, but it was also absorbing his Yang energy?

He had indeed worn this jade pendant for two years. Did that mean his Yang energy had been drained by it for two whole years?

No wonder Song Zhenhui had been feeling increasingly weak lately. The cause of it all was actually this jade pendant!

Wait!

How did Qin Ning know all this?

And did such things really exist in this world?

The education he had received since childhood told him that this was all sheer nonsense.

Yet Qin Ning was able to accurately describe his current condition and point out that he had worn the jade pendant for two years.

Such precision not only astonished Song Zhenhui but also made it impossible for him not to believe it.

He hurriedly asked, "Young Master Qin, then... what should I do? If I just throw this jade pendant away, will I be fine from now on?"

Song Zhenhui was only in his twenties now. He still had vast amounts of wealth and a life of luxury ahead of him; he didn't want to die so early.

"You've worn it for two years, and it has absorbed two years' worth of your Yang energy. Even if you throw it away now, it will be very difficult to recover the Yang energy you've lost. You won't live to see thirty," Qin Ning said in a calm tone.

Hearing this, Song Zhenhui's face instantly turned pale.

"Give it to me, and I will treat you," Qin Ning added.

"Really?"

Hearing this, a look of joy suddenly appeared on Song Zhenhui's previously despairing face.

That's right!

Since Qin Ning could tell there was a problem with the jade pendant, he definitely had a solution.

Without a second thought, he hastily fell to his knees. "Young Master Qin, save me!"

"Get up."

Qin Ning simply raised his hand slightly, and an invisible force directly lifted Song Zhenhui up from across the space.

Song Zhenhui was greatly alarmed, feeling even more horrified in his heart than before.

He hadn't expected Qin Ning to actually possess this kind of power that defied common sense!

Qin Ning poured a cup of tea, then gently tapped the teacup twice with his finger, as if infusing it with some kind of power. He then placed it on the table and slid it over to Song Zhenhui.

"Drink it."

Song Zhenhui nodded earnestly. Without thinking, he tilted his head back and downed the tea in one gulp.

In less than three seconds, he felt his body begin to heat up.

Rather than heat, it was more of a comforting warmth.

It was as if a warm current was rapidly coursing through his entire body, nourishing every inch of his flesh, blood, and meridians at that very moment.

Ten seconds later.

He felt completely refreshed and invigorated.

All of his previous discomforts had miraculously vanished, as if his body had returned to when he was eighteen. Whether it was his physical strength or other aspects, everything had been restored to its peak.

"This..."

Song Zhenhui was truly astounded, his face full of disbelief.

Everything he had experienced today was simply too fantastical and utterly surreal to him.

Now he finally understood why Qin Ning possessed such immense power.

Who could possibly afford to offend an existence that surpassed worldly comprehension?

Soon, the food was served.

Substituting tea for alcohol, Song Zhenhui offered a toast to Qin Ning, Qin Fei, and the other girls one by one.

"Young Master Song?"

Just then, two young men walked over from nearby.

Feng Liang and Zhuang Yan.

Like Song Zhenhui, these two were also famous young masters in Hang Province.

"I didn't expect you to be here too."

Feng Liang greeted him with a smile, then swept his gaze over the others at the table. "Yo, eating with so many beauties and you didn't even think to invite us? Trying to keep them all to yourself, huh?"

As soon as he said this, Song Zhenhui's face instantly changed. He hurriedly said, "Young Master Feng, don't spout nonsense. Watch your mouth before it gets you into trouble!"

"What trouble? Aren't they just a few women?"

Hearing this, Feng Liang was somewhat baffled. "I heard Zheng Yu came too. You're really eating well, kid. One Zheng Yu isn't enough, so you found these others from other film sets..."

"Smack!"

Before he could finish his sentence, Song Zhenhui slapped him directly across the face. "I fucking told you not to spout nonsense, why are you still barking like a dog?"

He was truly panicking.

Damn it, how could this guy be so blind to the situation?

Wasn't it Qin Ning sitting in the seat of honor?

His own position was merely that of an accompanying guest.

"Song Zhenhui, what is the meaning of this?"

Feng Liang was stunned by the sudden slap. After reacting, he immediately flew into a rage and was about to charge at Song Zhenhui.

Fortunately, Zhuang Yan, who had come along with him, hurriedly pulled the two apart.

"Young Master Song, Young Master Feng, don't fight, don't fight. Let's talk things out," Zhuang Yan said, stepping between the two.

He had a better relationship with Song Zhenhui because both of their families were in business.

And Feng Liang was different; he was the son of Feng Nian, the top official in Jin City.

"Good, very good. He slapped me for no reason, and you're here taking his side, aren't you?"

Furious, Feng Liang pointed at Song Zhenhui and Zhuang Yan. "Just you wait. I'm cutting ties with you two today!"

After saying that, he turned around and stormed off angrily.

"Young Master Song, you were too reckless. Why did you suddenly hit him? You know Feng Liang's temper. He definitely won't let this matter rest," Zhuang Yan sighed.

"Daring to spout such nonsense, not beating him to death was already letting him off easy."

Song Zhenhui snorted coldly, then turned to look at Qin Ning and the others. "I'm sorry, Young Master Qin, please don't be angry. That kid had a foul mouth just now. I'll make a call right away and guarantee he comes back to kneel and apologize."