Playboy: Medical and Martial Master

Seeing Sun Zhe poised to leave, Fang Ruoxue glanced at Zhou Yao lying on the bed. A sharp pain arose in her heart, and she pleaded in a begging tone, "Can’t you go somewhere else?"

"How about finding a hotel outside? Then you can do whatever you want."

Sun Zhe asked, "Does it make a difference whether we go somewhere else or stay here?"

Fang Ruoxue pressed her lips lightly and remained silent.

Of course, it makes a difference.

Because she wanted to preserve the final line.

Even if she found herself in a quagmire, she still didn’t want to be defiled and humiliated by the demon in front of her husband.

Sun Zhe walked to the bedside and stood, brandishing a monstrous weapon with seething murderous intent, and smilingly said, "Sorry, Chairman Fang, if I were in your hands today, I’m sure you wouldn’t show me any mercy."

"Had you not sent people to mess with my family, I wouldn’t be treating you like this."

"So, come on, Chairman Fang."

Fang Ruoxue sighed silently and slowly moved closer to Sun Zhe.

Sun Zhe raised his hand to stroke her cheek, his fingertips slowly sliding down to her fragrant shoulder, and he hooked a finger around the strap of her transparent lingerie, flicking it as he lamented, "When I think about it, it still feels unreal. I remember the first time I saw you, you were as noble and cold as a swan."

Fang Ruoxue lowered her head, her pretty face flushed, unsure whether from shame or anger.

The majestic chairman of Celestial Snow Commerce, holding the economic lifeline of several listed companies in Yang City, might not be able to crush everyone underfoot, but no one had ever dared to disrespect her.

"Sun Zhe, sooner or later, I will make you wish you were dead!"

Sun Zhe, of course, did not know what she was thinking, as he grabbed her arm and rudely pulled her off the bed.

In no time.

Fang Ruoxue was arranged by Sun Zhe into a position—her upper body leaning on the bed, both feet planted on the floor.

Fang Ruoxue stood motionless like a puppet, letting Sun Zhe manipulate her, biting her lip as her gaze fell on Zhou Yao’s serene sleeping face, her hatred intensifying.

Suddenly, she felt a chill in her legs.

The million-dollar gown she wore was gradually lifted and rolled up, her beautiful legs wrapped in transparent stockings exposed to the air, visible to the boy behind her.

"Spread your legs a bit."

Fang Ruoxue clutched the bedsheet tightly and complied.

"Ripping sound..."

Soon after, she felt the high-end stockings worth thousands being torn apart.

Unable to help herself, she glanced back to see Sun Zhe with one hand guiding the weapon closer to her, causing her to tense involuntarily.

"Slap!"

Sun Zhe suddenly slapped her snow-white backside covered by transparent stockings, and commanded, "Raise it higher!"

Fang Ruoxue closed her tearful eyes in humiliation and complied.

"Just a reckless young boy, just think of it as being bitten by a dog."

She comforted herself in her heart, beginning to cooperate with Sun Zhe to dispatch him as soon as possible.

Shortly thereafter.

When the delicate lace fabric was pulled to the side by two fingers, she grew tense again, her mind instantly conjuring the terrifying image of the beast.

"Can that thing really fit?"

Amidst her thoughts, she suddenly felt a heat between her legs, as Sun Zhe was already pressing the weapon against the door.

Sun Zhe lowered his head, staring at the expanse of darkness where a sliver of pink shimmered, exuding a lustrous glow, igniting heat throughout his body.

"It hasn’t even started yet, Chairman Fang, why are you leaking already?"

Listening to Sun Zhe’s wolfish words, Fang Ruoxue’s tense legs couldn’t help but soften and tremble, yet she stubbornly maintained her composure, coldly retorting, "It’s just a normal reaction. You men only know how to use this to insult women, don’t you?"

"Despicable, lecherous, just like dogs."

At her words, Sun Zhe merely chuckled without replying, proceeding to press the attack.

"Hmm..."

As Sun Zhe slowly invaded, Fang Ruoxue furrowed her delicate brows and groaned in pain, grasping the bedsheet even tighter.

Yet she continued to bite her lip, maintaining a cold expression devoid of any relaxation.

Her pride refused to let her lose her composure in front of such filth!

"If you’re going to do it, just do it. Why linger? Otherwise... ah!"

But before she could finish her sentence, she cried out in pain, as Sun Zhe fulfilled her wish and thrust forward!

In less than a second, Sun Zhe ruthlessly pierced her, directly hitting her stomach in one go!

Time seemed frozen at this moment.

Meanwhile, Fang Ruoxue lay upon the bed, her snow-white neck arched, eyes rolling slightly upward, her delicate body trembling, a pained expression on her face as her sharp nails nearly tore through the sheets.

That extreme swelling pain nearly drove her to the brink of collapse, as if all her strength was drained in an instant.

"Hit the top, hit the top... really hit the top!"

She continuously shouted in her heart, her mind gradually turning blank.

"I intended to be gentler, but didn’t expect you couldn’t wait, Chairman Fang."

Only upon hearing Sun Zhe’s voice from behind, did she snap back to reality, tremblingly turning her head to glare at him with eyes full of hatred.

Sun Zhe smiled back, gazing at her as he slowly retreated.

"Mm-hmm..."

As Sun Zhe withdrew, Fang Ruoxue’s tender insides passively endured the scraping of the uneven dragon body, yet those layers of tender folds unwelcome them, actively flocked tightly.

Unspeakable tingles coursed through her, reverberating throughout her body like an electric current.

"Stop it... mm-mm-mm..."

Sun Zhe disregarded her, one hand grasping her waist, the other kneading the silk-clad leg, deeply inhaling and launching into a quick-paced offensive!

"Puff-puff-puff-puff..."

Fang Ruoxue’s expression filled with pain, her fresh lips bitten clean white by her teeth, almost tearing.

Sometimes she buried her face against the sheets, sometimes swayed her head back and forth, her hands restless, sometimes slapping the bed, other times clutching the sheets tightly.

The crystalline toes hidden within the transparent stockings tightly curled inward each time Sun Zhe advanced, only to slowly relax when he retreated.

Unnoticed, her neatly wound hair had already scattered completely, flowing like fireworks across the bed, some spilled over her snowy shoulders, resembling a swan fallen into dust.

And with the brief passage of time, gradually, she felt an unprecedented bliss as the initial swelling pain subsided, replaced by a deep-rooted tingling.

Gradually, her cold eyes grew misty, the solid front within her heart crumbling as wave after wave of tingling crashed over her.

"Knock-knock-knock."

Time seemed unnoticed.

As Fang Ruoxue quietly endured Sun Zhe’s assault, a knock on the door suddenly sounded.

Shortly after, Fang Jiayun’s voice called from outside, "Mom, how is the conversation going?"

Instantly, Fang Ruoxue felt as if struck by lightning, her misty eyes suddenly turning icy cold, signaling Sun Zhe to stop at once.

If Fang Jiayun discovered her being bullied by this brat, she’d rather die!

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