668: Chapter 657 668: Chapter 657 “This…
It’s all just part of making conversation.
Two grown men in a private room can’t just talk shop the whole time, can they?
We’ve got to bond somehow, and there are exactly three most solid bonds among men: sharing a desk, bearing arms together, and visiting brothels together.
So, that’s all I meant, just talk.
I’m an exceptionally faithful guy, all women other than you all are just passing clouds!” Song Yun declared solemnly, his eyes full of gravitas.
Had there been a national flag hanging above his head, anyone unfamiliar with the situation might have thought Song Yun was taking an oath.
“What about that woman, Lin Yu?” Qingluan asked.
“She’s just a friend.
She helped me out this afternoon and as the saying goes, ‘repay a peach with a plum.’ I was just showing her around!
Hey, Qingluan, don’t you know me by now?
I’m like a leaf that doesn’t stick in the midst of myriad flowers!
In my line of work, I have to deal with all sorts of people, so naturally, I need to learn how to speak about everything!” Song Yun explained.
“Hehe, I was just kidding with you,” Qingluan chuckled as she sat down on the edge of Song Yun’s bed and then said, “Actually, the reason I came out was that Sister Que said your father had entrusted her with something to give you.”
“What is it?” Song Yun asked, curious.
“This.” Qingluan, with a flourish like a magician, flicked her wrist and a tiny vial, no thicker than a thumb, appeared in her hand.
It was a smooth move, and even with Song Yun’s powerful spiritual power, he could only detect a hint of its mechanics.
If Song Yun were to try it, though, he might be able to pull it off but certainly not as elegantly as Qingluan.
“What’s this?” Song Yun’s eyes were immediately drawn to the golden liquid in the vial, which shimmered like molten metal, dazzling to look at.
“I don’t know what it is either,” Qingluan admitted, “but not long ago, after reporting back to Mr.
Song on your use of the medicine, he sent your physical data to Uncle Ergou.
This time, Sister Que gave me the potion directly and told me to bring it back for you to take, saying it would be effective!”
“Can you actually drink this stuff?” Song Yun swallowed hard, struggling.
There’s a saying about dying from ingesting gold, meaning it’s not something you’re supposed to eat—it could kill you.
Looking at this thing that so resembled liquid gold, he’d better not end up kicking the bucket after drinking it.
Even if he didn’t die, if the stuff solidified in his intestines causing constipation, that wouldn’t be good either, would it?
If Song Ergou knew that upon seeing this priceless concoction, Song Yun was actually worried about constipation, Song Ergou would definitely give Song Yun a taste of what he called ‘the lash of love.’
“Sister Que says it’s fine, so it’s fine,” Qingluan reassured him, handing the small vial to Song Yun, “Moreover, Sister Que said to take just one drop at a time, since the medicine’s nature is too strong, and she was afraid you couldn’t handle it.”
“How could that be?” Song Yun scoffed, “I’m practically Superman when I wear my underwear on the outside.
I’ve even experienced special serum factor X, so what can’t I handle with this little thing?”
“You can try it,” Qingluan suggested nonchalantly, beckoning Song Yun to give it a go.
“Try then try!” Although Song Yun found the golden liquid a bit mysterious, since it was concocted by his own dad and Qingluan had prompted him to try, he would.
If it ended up wreaking havoc on his stomach, he’d definitely have Qingluan take care of him—dressed as a maid, in that black-and-white, low-cut kind, and she’d have to call him ‘master’ and wear cat ears…
and…
“Song Yun, what are you thinking about?” Qingluan couldn’t help but call out upon seeing Song Yun lost in reverie and grinning foolishly.
“Ah?
Nothing, nothing!” Song Yun was startled by Qingluan’s voice, wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth, opened the cap of the vial, and then tipped a drop into his mouth.
As soon as it hit his throat, Song Yun felt a cool, minty sensation.
“Don’t feel much else!” Song Yun smacked his lips and remarked, “You see, this body of mine is something else, right?
With this body, I’ll surely be able to father plenty of sons!”
“How so?” Qingluan asked.
Song Yun bashfully replied, “With ceaseless toil day and night, having many sons will be hard not to achieve!”
“If you keep flirting like that, I’ll ensure you spend the rest of your days walking with your legs clenched together,” Qingluan glowered at Song Yun, “Seriously, do men think about these things all day?”
“Well, not all day,” Song Yun said shyly, “I’m just stating an objective fact.
Besides, those who haven’t tried it don’t know the pleasure of it!”
Qingluan replied naturally, “It’s just the thrill of adrenaline, that’s all.”
“That’s an oversimplification!” Song Yun argued, sitting next to Qingluan.
He was about to delve into a discussion about the most fundamental joy between the sexes, which wasn’t just a simple exchange of bodily fluids, but before he could start, he felt a twisting pain in his stomach!
“Ouch!” Song Yun cried out, clutching his belly, his complexion turning pale in an instant.
“Here comes the medicine,” Qingluan said with schadenfreude.
“What…
What’s this stuff?” Song Yun was ashen-faced.
He realized that all his previous speculations had been completely off the mark—this substance was not only unlikely to cause constipation, but by the look of things, seemed to induce diarrhea!
With his stomach gurgling, Song Yun couldn’t hold back anymore.
He stood up and dashed out of his room, heading straight for the bathroom.
Qingluan covered her mouth, trying to stifle her laughter.
The commotion upstairs immediately drew the attention of Li Yueyue and Song Yuxue downstairs.
They thought something beastly was happening upstairs to Qingluan and rushed up, only to hear the vehement flushing from the bathroom.
“What happened?” Li Yueyue and Song Yuxue looked at each other and asked.
“Not sure,” Song Yuxue shook her head.
Just then, a faint smell like ammonia drifted from the bathroom, and Li Yueyue’s face went pale!
“Song Yun, you’re so disgusting!” Li Yueyue shouted, dashing down the stairs, followed by Song Yuxue, who also ran down after a moment of shock.
Sitting on the toilet, Song Yun felt as if his life was being thoroughly cleansed and elevated with each flush, his character nearing perfection, his body so limp that he felt he could ascend to the Western Paradise at any moment.
“Damn it, Dad, what a way to prank your son!” Song Yun called out feebly.
Immediately, another wave of cramps hit him, causing him to jerk violently before slumping over once more.
“Is this a laxative or what the hell is it?” For a moment, Song Yun felt like bursting into tears.