Chapter 58: Fifty-eight, take for one’s own use Chapter 58: Fifty-eight, take for one’s own use Li Meixiang shook her head and affectionately stroked Song Yan Ning’s hair, “I’m glad you’re okay.” They were indeed too anxious, Xiao Ning was a smart child, how could she just disappear?
“Grandpa, Grandma, I’ve grown up and know how to take care of myself; you don’t need to worry. Otherwise, how could I go to the Miao Border at ease? Why didn’t you call me just now? You didn’t forget I have a mobile phone, did you?” Song Yan Ning playfully made a face at the two of them. As her cultivation increased, she would often go out in the future. She had to make her grandparents trust her.
“I was so worried that I really did forget,” Li Meixiang slapped her forehead and couldn’t help but laugh. She had been so focused on finding Xiao Ning quickly that she had completely forgotten that Xiao Ning had a mobile phone.
“I forgot too,” Yang Lisheng said with a laugh as he shook his head. Old age really did affect one’s memory.
“Grandpa, Grandma, let’s find a hotel to stay at. I’m so sleepy!” Song Yan Ning leaned on Li Meixiang, acting coquettishly. She needed to settle her grandparents first before she could deal with that Liu Xin. To annoy her once or twice, did he really think she had no temper?
Li Meixiang patted Song Yan Ning’s back, feeling sorry, and looked at Yang Lisheng, “Let’s find a place to stay. The dew in the park is too heavy.”
Yang Lisheng pondered for a moment and then nodded, picking up the luggage from the ground, “Let’s go.” If need be, they would change places later. He didn’t believe that Liu Xin could cover the sky with one hand.
The trio found a nearby express hotel, smoothly completed the check-in process, and entered their room.
Song Yan Ning washed up briefly, yawned lazily, bid Yang Lisheng and Li Meixiang a good night, and closed her eyes.
It didn’t take long for Yang Lisheng and Li Meixiang to feel sleepy too. After a long night of turmoil, they were really tired. Now, they just hoped to sleep soundly until dawn without any more mishaps.
Hearing her grandparents’ steady breathing, Song Yan Ning opened her eyes and sat up in bed. As soon as they entered the room, she had discreetly scattered Medicine Powder that aided sleep; her grandparents wouldn’t wake up until dawn.
Song Yan Ning walked to the window, pushed it open, and, nimble as a cat, leaped out, closed the window, and effortlessly landed on the ground from the third floor.
Liu Xin’s expression turned darker and darker as his subordinates failed to return. Just an elderly couple and a child, and yet they hadn’t managed to handle them for so long, a bunch of useless!
Slamming the wine glass onto the table, allowing the red liquid to splash and leave specks of stains, Liu Xin picked up the phone from the table and dialed out, but after waiting for a long time, there was no response from the other end, “Wait until I get back and see how I deal with you.”
A pleasant and crisp laughter came from behind Liu Xin. He stiffened and slowly turned around, only to see Song Yan Ning, who had appeared in the room at some unintended moment, with a hint of surprise in his eyes, “When did you come in?” Was she a ghost? All of a sudden, she appeared in his room in the middle of the night without a sound.
Song Yan Ning hooked her lips into a slight smile, strolled over to the sofa and sat down as if she were in her own backyard, “I heard you wanted to catch me, so here I am.”
“You’re quite bold,” Liu Xin observed Song Yan Ning, his eyes full of inquiry. This child was somewhat inscrutable to him, especially with her current, casual demeanor — not at all like a six- or seven-year-old child.
“I’ve come to make a deal with you,” Song Yan Ning picked up the teapot from the table, opened the lid to look inside, and with a look of disdain, put it back down.
Liu Xin’s eyebrows knitted tighter and tighter, “What deal?” He had the feeling that he was not facing a child, but rather a high-ranking person who had long held power.
“I need you to become my subordinate,” Song Yan Ning looked at Liu Xin, her face brimming with confidence. She had many things to do in the future, and money was certainly indispensable. Since Liu Xin had offended her, she might as well start with him.
“You’re talking nonsense! You must be dreaming!” Liu Xin exploded with anger, lunging at Song Yan Ning. He was determined to teach this ignorant girl a lesson, to make her understand why flowers are so red.
Yet Song Yan Ning remained calm, as if she did not see Liu Xin attacking her. With a light flick of her finger, a flash of silver shot out from her hand.
Liu Xin felt a sudden pain in his chest, and the next second, he was frozen in place, unable to move.
“Who on earth are you?” In Liu Xin’s eyes, there was a hint of fear and panic as he looked at Song Yan Ning. He somewhat regretted provoking Song Yan Ning, but now it was too late.
Song Yan Ning lazily smiled with a touch of mischief, “I am a doctor. However, what I enjoy most is not healing and saving others, but studying poisons. So… you understand now, don’t you?”
Getting up, Song Yan Ning walked towards the door, “From now on, you have only twenty-four hours left. Every hour, your pain will increase. Think it over. Call me when you’ve made up your mind; my number is on the table.”
“Wait a minute!” Liu Xin called out desperately to Song Yan Ning. He felt that she was not deceiving him because with her abilities, she had no need to lie. Besides, the two groups of henchmen he had sent out, one had been scared witless, and the other had yet to return, which undoubtedly meant they had also fallen to her. But the thought of becoming a subordinate to a child was truly unbearable for him, yet he did not want to die.
The corners of Song Yan Ning’s mouth lifted slightly as she paused and turned to look at Liu Xin, “There’s no need to rush your decision; you still have a day to consider it.”
“I’ve made up my mind, Boss. Please help me with the antidote,” Liu Xin pleaded.
“Are you really sure?” Song Yan Ning playfully raised an eyebrow, clearly disbelieving.
“Really!” Liu Xin affirmed.
Song Yan Ning stepped forward, patting Liu Xin’s body, and another silver needle shot out.
Liu Xin moved his hands and then his neck, sighing with relief, “Thank you, Boss!” He planned to find a place to hide as soon as she left. There was no way he would become her subordinate.
Song Yan Ning handed Liu Xin a porcelain bottle, “This is three months’ worth of antidote. I will give you more after three months, and if you behave well, I will consider removing the poison completely.”
“So you mean my poison isn’t fully cured yet?” Liu Xin’s eyes widened, his face full of disappointment. His joy was premature; this girl was truly despicable.