Playboy: Medical and Martial Master

Bright sun, clear sky.

Around noon.

Amidst a barrage of insults from a group of patients’ families, he held Zhu Yan’s hand and walked out of the courthouse.

"Sun Zhe, you won’t die a good death!"

"You crippled my dad, do you think paying money will settle this?"

"You heartless charlatan, you’ll face divine retribution, I’m telling you!"

"..."

Facing the curses and insults of the crowd, Sun Zhe remained indifferent, his expression calm.

But Zhu Yan was so angry she wanted to hit someone.

She scanned the patients’ families with cold eyes, then turned to Sun Zhe, saying, "In the future, even if we’re treating people, we should be selective. Don’t treat these heartless bastards."

Sun Zhe led Zhu Yan toward the parking lot, smiling as he said, "I have no regrets and haven’t wronged any of them."

Zhu Yan was trembling with anger and asked, "All these beasts were bribed by the Fang Family to falsely accuse you, forcing you to pay money. Aren’t you angry?"

Sun Zhe wrapped his arm around her slender waist and said, "Of course I’m angry."

"So why are you so calm? Like it’s none of your business."

Sun Zhe thought for a moment and said gently, "Because I don’t want to bring negative emotions to those around me. If I need to be angry, I’ll direct it at them."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Yan’s beautiful eyes trembled, and she didn’t speak again.

Sun Zhe gave a mischievous smile and suddenly whispered in her ear, "Alright, little beaker, let’s go home and continue cultivating."

Zhu Yan twisted her slender waist, pinched him, and coquettishly said, "You’re the beaker."

Sun Zhe glanced at her tight skirt and curiously asked, "By the way, how come the little pink ball you tucked in has not fallen out yet?"

Zhu Yan pinched him again, resentfully saying, "I’m really done with you, you little pervert. Even in court, you had to make me wear such things."

Sun Zhe’s face was full of innocence, "You clearly asked for it yourself."

Zhu Yan rolled her eyes, "Did I? Why don’t I remember?"

Sun Zhe shrugged, "Alright, I’ll deal with you at home."

In no time.

The two reached the parking lot and found the red BMW sedan.

Zhu Yan opened the car door and sat in the driver’s seat, then reached under her skirt with a frown, slowly pulling out a dripping pink silicone ball.

Sun Zhe, sitting in the passenger seat, smiled and thoughtfully handed her a tissue.

Wrapping the little pink ball in the tissue, Zhu Yan asked, "So how are we supposed to compensate for those three billion? Where will we find that much money all at once?"

Sun Zhe smiled calmly, exuding confidence, "Don’t worry about the money. Being the Witch Master of Jiewu Palace, it’s no big deal to transfer three billion from the Lin Family. I’ll earn it back later."

Zhu Yan said, "But you’ve been banned from practicing medicine for life. How are you going to make money?"

Sun Zhe considered for a moment, "Selling prescriptions, selling elixirs, treating people privately... All of these can make money."

"True."

"..."

After enduring Sun Zhe’s teasing all the way, Zhu Yan finally drove home.

As soon as they entered the living room, they couldn’t wait to embrace, while frantically kissing and moving towards the sofa.

Their clothes fell to the floor as they went.

The delicate lace panties were tossed onto a vase.

High heels spun through the air, landing with a thud on the coffee table.

Sun Zhe pressed Zhu Yan onto the sofa, "Yan’Er, hurry up!"

Zhu Yan’s body twisted like a water snake, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, "You little devil, please ravish me today!"

"..."

Until dusk.

Only then did Sun Zhe retreat with satisfaction, giving Zhu Yan a break.

Although it wasn’t entirely fulfilling, it was a satisfying release.

After showering and changing clothes, Sun Zhe took Zhu Yan’s car keys and went to Lin Miao’s house directly.

Earlier that day, Sun Zhe had called Lin Shuqing. Calling as the Witch Master, he asked Lin Shuqing for money, but she said not to bother her with such a minor matter and that Sun Zhe should just ask Lin Miao directly.

So, Sun Zhe had to go find Lin Miao.

...

Lin Family Villa.

Sun Zhe had just entered when he saw Lin Miao practicing outdoors in a short skirt.

The skirt fluttered with her movements, her long hair tied in a ponytail, wearing a pair of white sneakers with alluring lace socks showing at the ankles.

Her graceful figure exuded both beauty and style, heating up Sun Zhe’s belly and unsettling the Yang Qi within.

"Miaomiao!"

Hearing Sun Zhe’s voice, Lin Miao was delighted and ran to hug Sun Zhe like an octopus.

Sun Zhe held her with both hands on her firm buttocks and teased her, "What has our Little President Miao been up to lately?"

Lin Miao held his face and squeezed it, complaining, "You heartless thing, you’ve been back so long and didn’t come see me."

Sun Zhe hugged her as they walked toward the living room, "Didn’t I come today?"

"But you didn’t come see me because you wanted to; the Palace Master told me you’re here for money."

Feeling exposed, Sun Zhe was a bit embarrassed but thick-skinned as he insisted, "The money is secondary; my main reason is to see you."

Lin Miao playfully bit his neck and said, "Men’s words are lies."

Hearing that, Sun Zhe purposely thrust his hips forward, letting Lin Miao feel the hot hardness with her abdomen, saying, "My intentions are clear here."

"You’re so naughty, always thinking of that."

Sun Zhe placed her on the sofa and asked, "Don’t you think about it too?"

Lin Miao turned her face, her cheeks flushed, "I don’t."

"Then I’m leaving."

Sun Zhe pretended to leave.

Lin Miao remained indifferent, "Go ahead, and don’t come back."

Sun Zhe promptly turned back to the sofa, lifted a leg, and sat on Lin Miao’s lap, moving her spaghetti strap while asking, "Should we handle business first or discuss money?"

"What do you think?"

Freeing a hand, Sun Zhe reached down to undo his belt, "Then business first."

"No."

Lin Miao suddenly stopped him, saying, "Let’s talk money first."

"Well... How much does it cost for a night with Little President Miao of the Lin Group?"

At his words, Lin Miao laughed, "I’m not for sale, even if I was, could you afford me?"

Sun Zhe said, "Three thousand for a night, no more!"

"Alright, let’s talk business!"

Lin Miao poked his forehead and seriously asked, "What exactly did you do to suddenly owe so much money?"

"Sigh, it’s a long story."

"Then take your time to explain; we have time."

Sun Zhe looked at the fragrant little fairy before him, "Why not handle business first?"

Lin Miao rolled her eyes, "No, explain first."

Sun Zhe showed a face full of grievance, "But I can’t hold back."

Lin Miao gave him an annoyed look, then kicked off her shoes and pulled off her lace socks, gesturing for Sun Zhe to sit beside her.

Sun Zhe immediately understood and pulled down his pants and briefs, then obediently sat beside Lin Miao.

Lin Miao twisted her body, using the sexy and elegant short socks to cover the fierce burning beast, saying, "While I handle this, you talk, okay?"

"..."