After the divorce, he took care of his child and sold fried rice; his ex-wife was filled with regret

Xu Feng suddenly stood up, like a shark that had smelled blood, staring intently at the small black jar in Qin Lang's hand.

Too domineering!

The fragrance was not only not pungent, but it also instantly soothed their anxiety and fatigue caused by long hours of staying up late, excessive indulgence, and alcohol numbing.

Qin Lang slowly poured the thick syrup into the crystal glass.

The black liquid melted in the ice water, revealing an extremely sophisticated amber color, which, under the illumination of the crystal chandelier in the private room, exuded a deadly allure.

He picked up the crystal glass, gently swirled it, and handed it to Xu Feng, who was staring wide-eyed.

"Fengzi, have a sip. If you don't dare to drink it, take that Richard Miller pendant off your wrist right now and give it to me."

Qin Lang's tone was full of provocation.

Xu Feng looked at the amber liquid in front of him, which was emitting a cool aura, and his nostrils were filled with a refreshing fragrance that could instantly calm people down.

His stomach was cramping terribly, and he instinctively rejected anything cold.

But seeing Qin Lang's determined gaze, he still reached out and took it.

He closed his eyes and tentatively took a big gulp.

As the liquid slid down my esophagus, the intense sourness followed by a surge of sweetness exploded on my tongue.

Immediately afterwards, the liquid with the aroma of roasted plums crashed into my stomach.

A miracle happened.

There was no spasm-like sensation of ice water stinging the stomach lining as I had imagined.

It wasn't just a simple physical coolness, but an extremely pure and gentle coolness.

The chill, like a bone-deep infection, precisely enveloped his convulsing stomach wall.

The churning stomach acid was instantly suppressed.

The excruciating, knife-like pain subsided like a receding tide within three seconds.

Immediately following was a refreshing coolness that rushed through his bloodstream to his brain, sweeping away his hangover grogginess and irritability.

Xu Feng's hand suddenly trembled.

My legs went weak, and I slumped heavily back into the leather sofa.

He gripped the crystal glass tightly, panting heavily.

With each breath, I could feel an unprecedented sense of ease in my chest.

His originally pale face visibly regained its color.

"Young Master Feng! What's wrong, Young Master Feng?!" The hostess next to him screamed in fright, thinking he had been poisoned.

Xu Feng waved his hand, indicating that he was fine.

He closed his eyes again and took a deep breath of the cold air in the private room.

"Fengzi? How's it going?" Qin Lang looked at him with a smile.

Xu Feng slowly opened his eyes, and those eyes, which were originally cloudy, were now frighteningly bright.

"Brother Lang, how much of this do you have left? Name your price. I'm not going to mince words. I'll have the finance department transfer the money to you right now. You're keeping it all."

The entire room fell silent. The only sound was the whooshing of the central air conditioning.

"Fengzi, have you ruined your brain by drinking fake alcohol?"

Miss Tang, who was wearing a burgundy evening gown, let out a sharp sneer.

"What kind of bewitching potion did Qin Lang give you?"

Xu Feng ignored Miss Tang's sarcasm.

His body is currently experiencing an unprecedented storm.

As a top-tier rich second-generation who frequented nightclubs and drank alcohol like water, Xu Feng's liver and stomach were already riddled with holes.

Just before he drank that mouthful of undiluted liquor, he was experiencing waves of stomach cramps and pains from last night's hangover, and his mouth was full of acidic, bitter liquid.

But now.

The liquid, carrying an extreme chill and the aroma of dried plums, slid down his throat and into his stomach.

There was no excruciating pain from the ice water irritating the mucous membranes as I had imagined.

On the contrary, the strange chill instantly melted away like spring rain, precisely enveloping his spasming stomach wall.

Hot flashes, nausea, and colic.

In just three seconds, it was forcefully suppressed by an irresistible coolness!

Moreover, the cool sensation rushed through his blood to the top of his head, clearing his mind, which had been clouded by long hours of staying up late.

He could even feel his heavy breathing become lighter, as if he had unloaded a heavy burden.

Seeing Xu Feng's condition, the others finally realized that something was wrong.

Xu Feng usually has a bad temper, but he is by no means a brainless fool.

Anything that can make him change his expression instantly and spend a fortune to buy it must be extraordinary.

Miss Tang frowned, looking at Xu Feng with suspicion and uncertainty.

"Fengzi, are you serious?" Miss Tang walked forward suspiciously, staring at the black tin can on the coffee table that had poured out some of the original liquid.

The almost ethereal fragrance of dried plums was now spreading unchecked throughout the "Imperial Hall," a symbol of Jiangcheng's ultimate luxury, even suppressing and dispersing the original scents of high-end incense and Cuban cigars in the air.

Miss Tang pays great attention to skincare. To maintain her flawless complexion, she spends millions of yuan every year on high-end medical aesthetics and private nutritionists.

But at this moment, her nasal cavity and body felt an almost instinctive craving for this seemingly ordinary fragrance.

"Brother Lang, pour me a glass too."

Miss Tang finally lowered her guard. Although her tone was still somewhat arrogant, the hand she reached out to take the cup betrayed her eagerness.

Qin Lang sneered and didn't waste any words.

He picked up the tin can and skillfully poured a small spoonful of the syrup into each of several crystal glasses, then added ice water and ice.

"Come on, everyone. Don't just stand there watching. Today, I'm treating you all to this 'commoner's junk food'."

Qin Lang pushed several cups of prepared plum juice in front of everyone, his tone full of sarcasm.

The other rich kids looked at each other, but in the end they couldn't resist the temptation of the aroma and picked up their glasses.

"Gulp."

Several swallowing sounds rang out simultaneously in the quiet private room.

next second.

Holy crap!

"What the hell is this taste?!"

The young man who had just complained about Qin Lang's lateness suddenly widened his eyes, and the cup in his hand shook violently.

He stared incredulously at the purplish-red liquid in the glass.

The moment it enters your mouth, the overwhelming sweet and sour flavor is completely free of any astringent taste from industrial saccharin. It's so pure, it's like drinking real nectar!

What shocked him even more was that the cold air that slid down his esophagus into his stomach actually carried a faint warmth, instantly soothing his internal organs, which were exhausted from long hours of socializing!

Miss Tang's reaction was even more exaggerated.

She initially maintained her composure and only took a small sip, but the moment the flavor touched her taste buds, she froze as if electrocuted.

Immediately afterwards, completely disregarding her image, she picked up the cup, tilted her snow-white neck back, and gulped down most of the iced plum juice in a few big mouthfuls!

"ha--!"

Miss Tang slammed down the crystal glass and exhaled a long breath carrying a cool, white mist.

Her face, which had been slightly dull from staying up all night partying, suddenly regained a healthy rosy glow at a visible speed.

The most amazing thing is that she felt that the throbbing pimple that had appeared due to her recent drinking parties was not hurting as much!

"Qin Lang...where...where did you get this?"