Playboy: Medical and Martial Master

It was evening at the Yangcheng First-class Villa District.

In front of the number one villa, the charming and seductive Meng Shiyang sat sideways on the back of Sun Zhe’s electric scooter. She clutched her handbag, her shapely legs gleaming in glossy stockings. As she stared at the dreamlike luxury villa before her, her beautiful eyes sparkled.

”Wow... Master, your house is so huge! It’s like a king’s palace.”

”Low-key, low-key,” Sun Zhe said with a faint smile. After using facial recognition to open the villa gate, he twisted the throttle, and the scooter zoomed inside.

He rode for quite a while before finally crossing the expansive yard and reaching the front door. He casually pulled out the scooter key, then helped Meng Shiyang up the few steps toward the living room.

”Master... why do I suddenly feel a bit nervous?”

”What’s there to be nervous about? It’s not like you don’t know my stepmom.”

Meng Shiyang felt a bit embarrassed and said in a delicate voice, ”It’s just... I suddenly feel like a girlfriend visiting her future mother-in-law for the first time.”

Hearing this, Sun Zhe laughed heartily. He crouched down and pulled a pair of fluffy little slippers from the shoe cabinet. He didn’t know if they belonged to Ye Qiao, Li Shiyan, or Lin Yingchun. Regardless, they were fragrant. This was a stark contrast to his own slippers, which still smelled terrible even though Zhu Yan washed them every three days.

”Shiya, you can wear these. I think they’re Qiaoqiao’s.”

”Okay, any pair is fine. It’s not like I have athlete’s foot.”

Meng Shiyang lowered her head, gently tucking a fragrant strand of hair behind her ear. With a slight shake of her stockinged leg, she kicked off her sexy, delicate high heels.

Sun Zhe watched as those delicate and seductive stockinged feet slipped into the fluffy slippers. He suddenly had an urge to pick them up and play with them.

”Master, why are you staring at my feet?”

”Uh...” Sun Zhe snapped back to his senses and rubbed his nose. ”Can’t I look at something so beautiful?”

Meng Shiyang covered her mouth with a coquettish laugh, leaned in close to his ear, and whispered, ”Then next time, I’ll use my feet to get you off.”

”We’ll see about that.”

A wave of worry washed over Meng Shiyang, and she quickly changed the subject. ”By the way, Master, now that I’ve just shown up at your house, will the Head Nurse scold me?”

Sun Zhe looked puzzled. ”Why would she scold you?”

”She really won’t?”

”My stepmom is very gentle.”

Meng Shiyang huffed softly. ”No, she isn’t. You have no idea how fierce she was back when she was the Head Nurse at the hospital.”

”Fierce? I never got that impression.”

”Oh, well, not exactly fierce. It’s more that she was unsmiling and extremely serious and meticulous about everything. And Master, let me tell you, I once made a mistake and almost gave a patient the wrong injection. She really gave me a talking-to for that.”

Sun Zhe pursed his lips. ”And you didn’t deserve it? Giving a patient the wrong injection is a serious matter! If it were me, I’d have chewed you out until you couldn’t stand!”

Meng Shiyang put on a wronged expression. ”Hmph, you’ve made me sad...”

”You’d deserve a scolding even if you were sad.”

Meng Shiyang giggled, linking her arm with his and rubbing her impressive bust against his arm. ”But Master is still the best to me. You’ve never once scolded me.”

Sun Zhe gave her a strange look. ”Is your memory that bad? Just this afternoon, I called you a little hussy and a little bitch.”

”Oh, you! Can’t you have some decency? You just love bullying me.”

”Hahahaha...”

Amidst their laughter and playful banter, the two entered the living room.

Zhu Yan was currently vacuuming the floor, cleaning up the stray curly hairs and strands that someone had shed. She froze for a moment when she saw Sun Zhe bring a beautiful fairy home.

”Shiya?”

”Hehe...” Meng Shiyang waved at Zhu Yan and smiled sweetly. ”Head Nurse, it’s been so long! How is it you look younger every time I see you?”

Zhu Yan smiled. This girl is as silver-tongued as ever. ”If you know how to sweet-talk, don’t hold back.”

”Hehe...” Beaming, Meng Shiyang went over and hugged Zhu Yan’s arm.

Zhu Yan surreptitiously glanced at her. She noted Meng Shiyang’s stunningly sexy attire—silk lingerie that even she felt too shy to try—and the fact that her legs seemed a bit weak when she walked. She could guess, without even thinking, that Sun Zhe had thoroughly worn her out.

Nearby, Sun Zhe scratched his head. ”Um, Shiya isn’t feeling well today, so I’ll take her upstairs to rest for a bit.”

”Alright... go on then. I’ll call you when dinner is ready.”

A short while later, Sun Zhe led Meng Shiyang to his room on the second floor.

Meng Shiyang casually tossed her bag aside and flopped onto the large bed. She was about to say something when she suddenly frowned, sniffed the air, and then sat up to stare suspiciously at Sun Zhe.

”Why are you staring at me?” Sun Zhe asked.

”Why does it smell like perfume?” she asked, her expression blank.

Sun Zhe shrugged. ”It’s just as you think... other women have slept in this bed.”

Meng Shiyang snorted. ”You’re such a player.”

Sun Zhe chuckled. ”You get some rest. I’m going downstairs to help my stepmom with dinner. I’ll call you when it’s ready.”

”Is Master sleeping here tonight, too?”

Sun Zhe gave her a strange look. ”This is my family’s home. We should probably take it easy.”

”You’re right. I’d die of embarrassment if the Head Nurse heard me moaning.”

Sun Zhe walked over and gently poked her forehead. ”I’m heading down. Make yourself at home.”

”Of course. I’m not going to be polite with you, Master. After I shower, I’m going to wear your pajamas.”

Sun Zhe smiled faintly. ”The crotch of my pajama pants might be a little loose. My apologies.”

Meng Shiyang instantly understood his meaning and rolled her eyes at him. ”Are you trying to say it’s been stretched out by that big thing of yours? Shameless!”

”...”

「First-floor living room.」

When Zhu Yan saw Sun Zhe coming downstairs, she hurried over to him. She said nothing, simply staring at him with a questioning gaze.

Her stare made Sun Zhe’s heart flutter nervously. He scratched his head and said sheepishly, ”Stepmom, please don’t look at me like that. You’re scaring me.”

”If you have something to say, just say it.”

”Why did you suddenly bring your female apprentice home?” Zhu Yan asked, her face impassive.

”Sigh.” Sun Zhe sighed and explained truthfully, ”I was worried about her physical condition and afraid something might happen to her, so I brought her home for the night.”

Hearing this, Zhu Yan’s heart tightened with concern. ”What’s wrong with Shiya?”

Sun Zhe looked at Zhu Yan’s anxious face. Stepmom is so kind... He didn’t want to hide anything from this woman he loved and cherished.

So, he told her everything—about his Cultivation Technique breaking through to the Second Realm and how he had ”broken” Meng Shiyang earlier that day.

After she heard his story, her slender hands pinched his waist again and again, making him yelp in pain.

”Stepmom, stop pinching! I was wrong, I was wrong! I really know I was wrong!”

Zhu Yan snorted and chided, ”If you really end up permanently damaging that girl’s body, what are you going to do then?”

A bitter look crossed Sun Zhe’s face. ”That’s why I was so worried! I brought her home to keep an eye on her overnight.”

Zhu Yan sighed helplessly. ”I’m really at a loss with you. Day in and day out, you act like an emperor... Are you really trying to build a harem of three thousand beauties?”

Sun Zhe’s expression turned serious. He rushed over to hug her arm, rubbing his chest muscles against it. ”Even with a harem of three thousand beauties, Stepmom, you’d be my Empress!”

”Say no more! Tonight’s meal shall be prepared by this Emperor. Her Majesty the Empress is forbidden from setting even half a step into the Imperial Kitchen! Disobey, and this Emperor will see you punished and banished to the Cold Palace!”

Seeing him in full theatrical mode, Zhu Yan simply rolled her eyes and turned toward the sofa. ”It’s a real waste of talent that you’re not acting in historical dramas.”

Taking the hint, Sun Zhe said no more and headed for the kitchen to tie on an apron.

”Ah Zhe.”

Sitting on the sofa, Zhu Yan admired her freshly manicured nails and called out in a seemingly casual tone.

In response, Sun Zhe activated his Witch’s Step, and with a SWOOSH, appeared right in front of her.

”What are your orders, Your Majesty!”

A blush rose on Zhu Yan’s pretty face. She looked away and said, ”That... that Cultivation Technique of yours... after breaking through to the Second Realm, is it really as powerful as you say?”

Sun Zhe paused for a moment, then nodded. ”Shiya is living proof. Honestly, I’m scared to even touch her now.”

”Stepmom, you didn’t see what she was like earlier. I thought she was going to stop breathing. It scared me so much... I almost went limp from the fright.”

Zhu Yan huffed and shot him a skeptical glance. ”I don’t believe you.”

”It’s true! I’m not lying!”

”Then how about... we try it out tonight? I’ll only believe it after I’ve experienced it for myself.”

A mischievous grin spread across Sun Zhe’s face. ”Stepmom, that’s what you really wanted to say, isn’t it? It’s only been a few days. Is our little housewife feeling lonely again?”

Zhu Yan huffily slapped his butt. ”Hurry up and go cook!”

Sun Zhe’s expression became serious. ”But really, Stepmom, I’m a little worried you won’t be able to get out of bed tomorrow. The Second Realm isn’t something an ordinary woman can handle.”

Zhu Yan’s expression was deadpan. ”I don’t have work tomorrow.”

At her words, Sun Zhe broke into a wide grin and nodded. ”Alright, alright, alright... Just don’t come crying and begging for mercy later.”

”...”