Playboy: Medical and Martial Master

Looking at Zhou Yao, who was revealing his true feelings, Sun Zhe’s heart was in chaos, extremely conflicted inside.

He never expected that Zhou Yao had such a relationship with his dad!

Originally, he thought Zhou Yao was just acquainted with Sun Wei.

”Unc...”

Sun Zhe and Zhou Yao looked at each other; his mouth opened, words faltered.

The word ”uncle” was really hard to get out because at this moment he remembered the repeated storms with Fang Ruoxue.

”Good child! No rush, Second Uncle knows you can’t accept this right away.”

”It’s okay, we’ll take our time.”

With a smile on his face, Zhou Yao’s eyes also glimmered with tears as he pulled Sun Zhe to sit on the edge of the bed, placed his hand on his shoulder, and praised: ”Truly promising at a young age, worthy of being the child of my big brother and sister-in-law!”

”Your achievements in the future will absolutely surpass your dad!”

Sun Zhe asked: ”You also know my mom?”

”Of course!”

Zhou Yao laughed: ”Back in the day, we ventured through various Spirit Realms together, avenging grievances, defending the weak, oh so joyful it was!”

”Speaking of which, those were indeed the happiest times of my life.”

”What a pity, all good things come to an end.”

Sun Zhe asked again: ”Do you know where my mom and dad are now then?”

Upon hearing this, Zhou Yao quieted down, the smile on his face gradually froze, asking: ”You don’t know where they are?”

Sun Zhe lightly shook his head.

Zhou Yao contemplated for a moment and said: ”Since they haven’t let you know, then I can’t tell you either.”

Upon hearing this, Sun Zhe immediately became anxious inside, with an urge to pry Zhou Yao’s mouth open.

Zhou Yao stared at him for a while, soberly said: ”If you want to know, you can, but first you must gather spirits.”

He continued: ”Because your own strength is insufficient, knowing too much will only bring unnecessary trouble, and some places require at least reaching the Spirit Gathering Realm to go.”

”So if you want to find them, you must first reach the Spirit Gathering Realm.”

”Frankly, I haven’t contacted your parents for over a decade, so where they are now, how they’re living, what they’re experiencing, I have no idea either.”

Sun Zhe nodded, asking no more.

”Got it.”

Zhou Yao patted his shoulder and then looked over at Fang Ruoxue, smiled and said: ”Ruoxue, come over here for a moment.”

Fang Ruoxue obediently walked to the bedside, ”What is it, honey?”

Zhou Yao chuckled: ”This is our nephew, from now on we’re family!”

Upon hearing this ”nephew,” Fang Ruoxue’s mood instantly became extremely complex.

She looked at Sun Zhe lingeringly, then glanced at Zhou Yao, secretly thought, if you knew what your nephew had done to his aunt, I wonder if you would still treat him as family.

At this moment, Sun Zhe’s mood was also very complicated, so much so that he didn’t dare to look at Fang Ruoxue.

In the silence.

Fang Ruoxue suddenly reached out to rub Sun Zhe’s head, gently said: ”Ah Zhe, from now on we’re family.”

Sun Zhe showed a peculiar expression, squeezed out a smile at her, calling: ”Aunt.”

”Mm... good child.”

Zhou Yao saw this, full of joy, laughed: ”Right Ruoxue, today’s a double celebration for our family, you must make some signature dishes, tonight I want to have a few drinks with our good nephew.”

”Understood. I’ll head down first, you uncle and nephew can chat slowly.”

”...”

A little later.

After Fang Ruoxue left, Zhou Yao suddenly asked Sun Zhe: ”Oh Ah Zhe, have you seen Yun’er? She should be a few years younger than you, as an older brother you must take good care of your sister.”

”Um... I have.”

Sun Zhe strained to squeeze out a smile, but his mind couldn’t help but recall Fang Jiayun’s unclothed appearance.

...

...

In the first-floor kitchen.

Having not cooked for years, Fang Ruoxue stood at the stove, holding a cleaver, with a grim expression, treating the cucumber on the cutting board as Sun Zhe, slicing it forcefully bit by bit.

”This world is really absurd!”

”Sun Zhe, you little bastard, how did you become my nephew?”

”You little bastard, sooner or later I’ll chop you up!”

”...”

While she cursed inwardly, a sudden sound of footsteps came from the direction of the staircase.

She instantly recognized it as Sun Zhe’s footsteps and immediately collected her thoughts, pretending to focus on cutting vegetables.

A little later.

Sun Zhe walked to the kitchen door, looking at Fang Ruoxue’s serious demeanor, his mouth opened, words faltered.

”Hey... how about I do it?”

Fang Ruoxue gave a slight smile, appearing gentle and elegant, ”Let me do it, you know what your Second Uncle likes to eat?”

Sun Zhe said: ”I don’t know. What does Second Uncle like to eat?”

Upon hearing this, Fang Ruoxue put down the cleaver, turned and stared at him, seemingly smiling yet not smiling: ”You still have the face to call him Second Uncle?”

Sun Zhe sighed silently, his smile awkward, ”Sorry.”

Fang Ruoxue’s pretty face slightly blushed, teasingly said: ”Didn’t you say you wanted to find an opportunity for cultivation? Do you still want to cultivate with Aunt?”

Sun Zhe’s face instantly reddened with embarrassment, ”Um... well, I’ll go up and check on Second Uncle first.”

”Hmph, useless trash. I thought your face was thick, turns out it’s just as thin.”

Fang Ruoxue looked disdainful, softly taunting.

Unexpectedly, as soon as she finished speaking, Sun Zhe suddenly stopped, turned sharply to look at her.

Fang Ruoxue shuddered under Sun Zhe’s aggressive gaze, instinctively shrank back, ”What’s the matter?”

Sun Zhe slowly walked toward her, steadily approaching, grinned: ”So, my saucy aunt, do you think you can fly now?”

”You... what are you going to do?”

Sun Zhe suddenly leapt forward and hugged her, ”Weren’t you saying about cultivating? Come on then!”

”You don’t...”

Fang Ruoxue’s face turned bright red, struggling fiercely, yet afraid to make noises for Zhou Yao to hear, thus not daring to shout loudly.

Sun Zhe looked at her teasingly, ”Oh, so you are afraid too. Weren’t you rather smug just now?”

”I wasn’t... Sun Zhe, stop... I’m your aunt!”

Sun Zhe ignored her plead, arms wrapped around her waist and hoisted her light as a feather onto the stove, then reached out to lift her tight-fitting short skirt.

”Ah, don’t, if we’re discovered it’s over!”

Fang Ruoxue pressed Sun Zhe’s hand firmly, her sharp and pretty nails almost piercing the skin on the back of Sun Zhe’s hand.

But Sun Zhe didn’t seem to feel pain and forcefully rolled her tight short skirt up to her waist, exposing her cute navel, veiled by the edge of her stocking waistband.

”Who did you just call useless trash?”

Sun Zhe leaned forward and bit lightly on her neck, asked with a wicked smile.

”Mm... I didn’t, you heard wrong.”

Fang Ruoxue’s breathing quickened, lips parted gently panting fragrant breaths, turning her face elsewhere.

Sun Zhe moved his hands, grabbing her stocking-clad knees, sharply splitting her tightly pressed legs apart.

”Aunt, shall we have a forbidden romance?”

”You...!”

Fang Ruoxue’s almond-shaped eyes widened, her face flushed, teeth biting tightly on her lip corner, coldly said: ”Are you serious?”

”Do you think I’m joking? Didn’t you just say I’m useless trash? I’ll show you how thick my face can be now.”

”...”