39: Chapter 39 Even the Celestial King can’t save you now 39: Chapter 39 Even the Celestial King can’t save you now Qin Han pulled Song Yuzhe in front of him and asked coldly, “Speak, which hand did you use to hit Yu Wei, and which leg did you use to kick my woman?”

“Qin Han, you dare to touch me?

Have you forgotten who you are?

My dad won’t let you off!” Song Yuzhe, dangling in the air, still continuously threatened Qin Han.

Qin Han sneered, “Even if the King of Heaven himself came today, he couldn’t save you!”

Having said that, he slapped Song Yuzhe’s face with a flurry of strikes, and instantly, Song Yuzhe’s agonized screams echoed through the office, audible throughout the entire floor.

After throwing the bloodied Song Yuzhe onto the ground, Qin Han squatted down, his gaze fixed tightly on Song Yuzhe: “If you don’t talk, I will break your limbs and then throw you out of the window.”

At this moment, Song Yuzhe was already dizzy and seeing stars, his mouth full of fresh blood, but he still said venomously.

“You damn Qin, you hit me…

No one has ever beaten me since I was little.

You just wait!

I will definitely kill you, and those two bastards too.

No one will get away.”

“Ah!

My hand…”

Song Yuzhe’s secretary, looking at the scene before him, had already collapsed on the floor, not daring to even breathe loudly.

Everyone saw that Song Yuzhe’s finger, pointing at Qin Han, had twisted into a strange angle, evidently broken by Qin Han himself.

More and more people gathered at the doorway, peering inside, but not a single person dared to come in.

Are you kidding?

Song Yuzhe was still lying there covered in blood; who would dare to enter?

“Fuck you, mother!

Qin Han, you’re finished…

Ah!” Before Song Yuzhe could finish, Qin Han punched his right leg, and immediately a scream accompanied by the sound of breaking bones echoed throughout the floor.

“I yield, Qin Han, I dare not anymore, I will never dare again.” Song Yuzhe tried to talk tough, but he really couldn’t muster it anymore, the severe pain from his hand and leg made him feel as though he was about to die, and he quickly begged for mercy.

“Now you know you’re wrong?

Too late!” Qin Han scoffed, increasing the strength in his hand a bit more.

“It hurts, Qin Han, Brother Qin, I was wrong, I really know I was wrong.” Song Yuzhe cried out with snot and tears.

Hearing Song Yuzhe’s wails, the people at the door felt somewhat satisfied.

Usually relying on being the Song family’s eldest son, he always insulted and abused his employees.

It was utmost humiliation.

Everyone had the same thought in their minds: Serves you right!

You had it coming today, a villain will always meet his match!

Qin Han stood up, sat on the visitor’s chair, and said to Song Yuzhe word by word, “Considering that Song Yuanqiao has treated Yu Wei fairly well behind the scenes, I will let you off today.

But if you dare to trouble Yu Wei again in the future, I will crush every bone in your body.”

Trembling, Song Yuzhe stammered, “Ye-yes, I won’t dare anymore in the future.”

“Behave yourself!” Qin Han patted Song Yuzhe’s hand, stood up, but this pat made Song Yuzhe howl a few more times.

When Qin Han walked out of the Song Corporation building, Zhou Wenfeng had not finished smoking a cigarette.

Seeing Qin Han get into the car, he asked, “All done?”

“Done!”

“Do you know where to buy stuffed toys?” Qin Han suddenly asked a seemingly nonsensical question.

“Stuffed toys?

Sure, let me tell you, Brother Qin, you have asked the right person.” Zhou Wenfeng chattered away as he started the car and took off at breakneck speed.

When Qin Han and Zhou Wenfeng returned to Qin Han’s house, Song Yuwei was sitting on the couch, holding Duoduo.

The little guy’s pale face from the blood loss didn’t seem too bad.

Song Yuwei’s cheek was still swollen, but she saw Qin Han and Zhou Wenfeng each carrying a giant stuffed toy as they walked in.

“Wow, such pretty stuffed toys!”

Then she dashed off Song Yuwei’s lap towards Qin Han in a flash.

“Di Di, do you like it?

Daddy and Uncle Zhou bought you this gift, do you like it?” Qin Han squatted down and looked at the little guy with adoring eyes.

“Like it, thank you Daddy, thank you Uncle Duo!”

Hearing Di Di call him Uncle Duo, Zhou Wenfeng smiled and found it very cute.

Qin Han then approached Song Yuwei, looked at her face, and asked softly, “Do you still have the ointment I gave you last time?”

“Yes!” Song Yuwei was somewhat flustered; it was only after she returned home that she remembered how her attitude towards Qin Han at the hospital had been slightly….

“Go put some on, it reduces swelling very quickly,” Qin Han said with a smile.

“Okay.” Song Yuwei felt like Qin Han wasn’t angry, responded, and went inside to apply the medicine.

“Qin brother, how about I give you a set of house keys?” Zhou Wenfeng looked around and said to Qin Han.

“That’s alright, I can earn a house by myself, and very soon!” Qin Han refused Zhou Wenfeng’s kind offer.

Zhou Wenfeng knew Qin Han’s temperament; if he accepted something you offered, that was fine, but if he didn’t, no amount of talking would make a difference.

When Song Yuwei came out again, her face had actually reduced its swelling.

Zhou Wenfeng pointed at Song Yuwei’s face, “Sister-in-law, your face, you…”

He dragged on without finishing his sentence, so Qin Han had to say, “This medicine was mixed by me.

I’ll write you a few prescriptions later.

Don’t you want to start your own business?”

“Qin Han, a promise is as solid as bean curd for a man.

You have to keep your word!” Zhou Wenfeng hugged Qin Han and said with a chuckle.

“Let me go, I’ll write them for you after I’ve treated Old Yang tomorrow,” said Qin Han irritably, then glanced at his watch and continued, “By the way, you have to go out with me to find a piece of jade for treating Old Yang.”

“Jade?

There’s actually a jade exhibition today—I’ll take you there,” Zhou Wenfeng thought for a moment and then slapped his forehead.

“Jade exhibition?” Qin Han was somewhat surprised; it was quite the coincidence.

“Yes, it’s stone gambling.

Doesn’t ‘jade exhibition’ sound more elegant?

Haha!”

Qin Han rolled his eyes.

Stone gambling is stone gambling—why dress it up as a jade exhibition.

Leaving Song Yuwei and Di Di at home, the two men drove to Shengli Jade Market.

Stone gambling—the most unreliable thing in the world.

Some become rich overnight, while others lose everything they have.

As the saying goes: One cut poor, one cut rich, one cut strips you to your underwear—it describes the dramatic ups and downs in the stone gambling world.

Qin Han and Zhou Wenfeng entered the Shengli Jade Exhibition Hall, where there was a sea of people, most of whom were dressed in suits and looked quite distinguished.

In the display area, stones of various shapes and colors were laid out, and Qin Han couldn’t help but be taken aback by the prices labeled underneath them.

Even an ordinary stone was priced at thirty thousand.

Qin Han shook his head; his eyesight had largely recovered due to having reached the ‘Three Flowers Gathering at the Top’ realm, but he still lacked interest in stone gambling.

He turned his head to find Zhou Wenfeng, on the other hand, was exceptionally excited.

The impetuosity of youth, after all.

“You look around; I’m going to take a stroll!” After telling Zhou Wenfeng, Qin Han started wandering through the market on his own.

In the market, stalls were everywhere with various jade artifacts on display.

However, with Qin Han’s experience and skill, most were simply replicas, capable only of deceiving those tourists who had yet to enter the field.