Song Cai's face was deathly pale as he dumped the whole plate of shrimp into a corner trash can and went to the restroom to rinse his mouth. After smoking a cigarette, he grabbed another plate of food. This time, he learned his lesson and didn't take shrimp, opting instead for a plate of salmon sashimi with a side of wasabi soy sauce.
"That random nausea I felt just now... it must have been because the ingredients weren't fresh enough. This whole salmon arrived by air this afternoon; there shouldn't be any problems with it, right?" A somewhat apprehensive Song Cai popped a piece of fresh sashimi, slathered with wasabi paste, into his mouth. The flesh was tender and smooth – it tasted really good. But, the moment he tried to swallow, he felt that strange sensation in his throat again, causing bouts of nausea. BLECH! He inevitably vomited up his partially digested food once more!
"Damn it, if you're sick, go see a doctor! Why the hell are you disgusting everyone here?" Lin Feng said exaggeratedly, his face practically screaming 'schadenfreude'!
"Lin Feng, you..." Song Cai vaguely suspected Lin Feng was the reason his throat felt uncomfortable, but he had no evidence.
"What are you looking at me for? Trying to slander me by saying my ugly face is ruining your appetite? Too bad, your clumsy lies won't hold up. My Tang Rou can prove I'm very handsome!" Lin Feng defended with a laugh, spouting nonsense with a perfectly serious expression.
Tang Rou clearly agreed. Tilting her head, she looked at Lin Feng's profile with a smile, saying nothing. Everything was understood without words.
Shameless! This was the unanimous assessment of Song Cai's old classmates after hearing Lin Feng's brazen self-praise. They'd seen thick-skinned people before, but never anyone *this* shameless!
However, they didn't bother attacking Lin Feng, instead crowding around Song Cai to express their concern.
"Does Song Cai find the food here that bad?"
"It's possible! Young Master Song is used to his private chef's cooking at home. It's understandable if he can't stomach such inferior food! We should all be more understanding!"
"That makes sense. Song Cai, don't force yourself if you can't eat it. We understand."
...
The group of sycophants led by Liu Yan, all eager to curry favor with Song Cai, began making excuses for him. They implied that Song Cai was of such high status that deigning to taste salmon worth 800 yuan per 500 grams was an imposition on him, and his inability to eat it was entirely normal!
Damn, have these disgusting clowns lost their minds?! Lin Feng truly felt like he was losing his appetite; he was thoroughly disgusted by these idiots!
Others might not know why Song Cai couldn't eat, but Lin Feng knew perfectly well. Just moments ago, he had feigned carelessness and tapped Song Cai's shoulder, using an acupuncture technique to inject a strand of Inner Strength into the Lianquan acupoint near his throat. For the next half hour, Song Cai would absolutely vomit anything he ate. It had absolutely nothing to do with the food.
"Lin Feng, I can't eat anymore," Tang Rou said apologetically, gently putting down her plate. It was food Lin Feng had gotten for her, and she felt a little bad for not finishing it. However, the sight of Song Cai repeatedly vomiting was simply too disgusting.
"If you can't eat, then don't," Lin Feng said, also putting down his nearly empty plate. He took Tang Rou's hand and led her to the lounge area in the corner of the hall. "Let's go watch some TV over here."
Lin Feng and Tang Rou hadn't been sitting for long when Chen Li approached with another female classmate, Wang Min, to chat and reminisce with Tang Rou. The three girls had been good friends in middle school but had attended different high schools for three years. They quickly became engrossed in animated conversation, and Lin Feng found he couldn't get a word in on their topics.
Feeling bored, Lin Feng walked over to the window, lit a cigarette, and began to smoke it slowly.
"Lin Feng, don't get cocky! I know you did something to me to make me unable to eat!" Lin Feng hadn't even smoked half his cigarette when Song Cai, as annoyingly persistent as a rash, sidled up again. Head held high, he spoke to Lin Feng with blatant arrogance.
Behind Song Cai were two similarly flashy lackeys. One, named Wu Jun, was a pretentious fellow in a suit, doused in cologne, and looking quite effeminate. The other, Yu Ming, was short and skinny. Both came from well-off families whose businesses had dealings with the Song Corporation, and as a result, they were particularly close to Song Cai.
"Nonsense! What could I have possibly done to you? Do you have any proof? If you spout baseless accusations, I can sue you for slander, you know!" Lin Feng lied through his teeth, his face impassive. His acupuncture technique utilized Dark Strength; even a master at the third level of Inner Strength wouldn't necessarily detect it.
At most, Song Cai could only guess something was wrong, but he definitely wouldn't find any evidence. Moreover, after half an hour, the Inner Strength left in his body would dissipate. By then, not even gods or immortals would be able to detect that Lin Feng had done anything.
"Stop playing dumb! It was only after you patted my shoulder that I couldn't eat anything! And you even cursed me, saying I'd throw up whatever I ate!" Song Cai's eyes widened as he argued with dead seriousness, believing this was his proof.
"Damn! Are you determined to blame anyone for anything? If you got pregnant after being raped, and I accidentally brushed your shoulder, would you claim I knocked you up? And you say I cursed you? Fine, I'll stand right here and let you curse me for half an hour. If you can make a single hair on my body fall out, I'll admit you've got skills!" Lin Feng's sharp tirade left Song Cai speechless, his face flushing then paling.
"Brother, don't be too impulsive. You have to understand, in Jiangzhou, the Song Group's influence is immense. If you rashly offend Young Master Song and things get too ugly, it'll be difficult for everyone to save face!" Wu Jun waved his hand to signal Song Cai to calm down, then frowned and spoke to Lin Feng. Ostensibly, he was mediating, but in reality, he was threatening Lin Feng not to offend Song Cai.
"Who's your brother? Stop trying to claim connections!" Lin Feng didn't give Wu Jun, who was clearly on Song Cai's side, any face either.
What a joke! As if I'm the one being aggressive. I don't even know this Song Cai. He clearly brought this on himself, offering his face up for a beating. I had to endure my disgust just to slap him, and it was a waste of hand soap!
"Rude! So terribly rude! Disgusting!" Wu Jun said, striking an effeminate pose with a delicate flick of his fingers. He shook his hand, twisted his body disdainfully, and shot Lin Feng a deeply resentful glare.
Damn it, this Wu Jun couldn't actually be Song Cai's 'brother' in bed, could he?! Lin Feng shuddered inwardly at the thought. Best to keep a wide berth from this kind of 'brother'.
"Fine, fine, fine! At worst, I just won't eat dinner tonight!" Song Cai finally suppressed his anger. Staring coldly at Lin Feng, he asked in a low voice, "Have you decided on the stakes for tonight's race? I'm going to show you what real driving skill looks like!"
"Oh? You seem pretty confident," Lin Feng said, accurately flicking his cigarette butt into an ashtray three meters away. He looked at Song Cai with amusement. "I'm quite interested to see your 'driving skills.' Since you're so eager to give me a million, I'll happily bet a million with you."
"Tch! Someone like you can come up with a million? What a joke!" Song Cai shot Lin Feng a contemptuous glance, his face full of disbelief.
"Don't judge a book by its cover," Lin Feng retorted, not bothering to explain further. "Go get the money ready. I only take cash, no IOUs!"
"All show and no go! Just you wait, I'll make you suffer a crushing defeat!" Song Cai hurled another threat before reluctantly walking away.
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