Playboy: Medical and Martial Master

Hearing this, Yuening glanced at Sun Zhe, her starry eyes carrying a trace of chilling arrogance.

She neither expressed satisfaction nor dissatisfaction, merely giving Sun Zhe a faint glance before continuing to light the candles on the cake, as if completely treating Sun Zhe as air.

But what no one noticed was that under the cover of the private room lights, a slight blush had already appeared on her exquisite and beautiful face.

Meanwhile, her two close friends looked at Sun Zhe with eyes full of delight, wishing they could pull Sun Zhe into their own arms.

Having gone out so many times, it was the first time they had seen someone so pure and clean, suddenly feeling that the male model beside them wasn’t appealing anymore.

"Yuening, quickly make a statement!"

"Can you let this one be your boyfriend for tonight?"

"If you don’t want him, I do. I’m already moved!"

"..."

Her friends couldn’t help but urge.

Yet Yuening remained expressionless, lighting the candles on her own, as if immersed in her own world.

Actually, she also felt that Sun Zhe was completely different from the previous ones who had come, but she just couldn’t say it.

Sister Yuan, seeing Yuening’s indifference, suddenly nudged Sun Zhe with her elbow, "Take good care of Miss Yuening, call me if you need anything."

Sun Zhe hesitated for a moment, then smiled wryly, "Sister Yuan, I... I don’t do this."

He had already sensed something was off while on the way here.

Now, upon entering the private room and seeing this scene, he completely confirmed it—darn it, he was mistaken as a male model by Sister Yuan!

Sun Zhe was somewhat astounded, thinking that he, a dignified Immortal Divine Doctor, was being asked to do this... wasn’t this like playing the erhu with your pants down—nonsense!

"What did you say? You don’t..."

Sister Yuan looked at Sun Zhe in shock, with a strange look in her eyes.

She thought Sun Zhe was just pretending.

"Alas."

Sun Zhe was too lazy to argue with her, he really couldn’t help with this, turned, and walked away.

"Stop."

Unexpectedly, at this moment, Yuening, who was lighting the candles, spoke up.

Sun Zhe turned back to look at her, "Yes?"

Yuening’s expression remained unchanged, and her eyes showed a hint of anger, "Did I allow you to leave?"

Sun Zhe suddenly laughed, "Are you a dominatrix? You gonna break my legs if I leave?"

Yuening’s beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, coldly saying, "Say that again."

Seeing that the atmosphere was a bit off, Sister Yuan hurriedly went up to pull Sun Zhe away, winking at him frantically, then dragged him out of the private room, smiling wryly, "Please, can you keep a low profile?"

Had it not been for the fact that Sun Zhe had an unusual relationship with Xia Shiqing, with her temperament, she would have directly kicked Sun Zhe out.

She patiently said, "Miss Yuening’s identity is quite special, she’s the CEO of Qingcheng Group."

"Regardless of whether or not you do this, just help me keep her company, consider it a favor for Shiqing’s sake."

"Just stay with her until the event ends, at most have a few drinks, it doesn’t require you to do anything else."

"And even if you wanted to do something else, she, being a dignified female CEO, wouldn’t want to."

"Don’t worry, you won’t be short of money!"

Sun Zhe slightly frowned, "CEO of Qingcheng Group?"

He hadn’t listened to anything else Sister Yuan said, only this mention of "Qingcheng Group" caught his attention.

Because as far as he knew, Qingcheng Group was an external business of Qingcheng Palace.

"CEO of Qingcheng Group, it seems this woman’s status in Qingcheng Palace isn’t ordinary either."

Thinking of this, Sun Zhe nodded, "Alright then, I’ll just have a few drinks with her. But I won’t do anything else."

He was curious about who exactly this Yuening was.

Hearing this, Sister Yuan couldn’t help but laugh, "Dream on. Nowadays, where can you find a young, beautiful, and rich woman who still needs to pay to find a gigolo?"

"You wanna hook up, but she wouldn’t even be willing to spread her legs for you."

"..."

...

Watching Sister Yuan walk away, Sun Zhe took a deep breath, braced himself, and returned to the private room.

"Sorry, got delayed by something."

Yuening gave him a fleeting glance and quickly averted her gaze, still so aloof.

One of her friends joked with a smile, "Handsome, are you trying to play hard to get with our leading lady?"

Sun Zhe touched his nose, "No."

"Or was the price not negotiated? Don’t worry, accompany our leading lady tonight, you won’t be short of money."

Just then, Yuening spoke up, "Pour the wine."

Upon hearing this, Sun Zhe didn’t say a word, grabbed a bottle of foreign wine on the table, poured it into a glass, and drank it all in one go.

Unexpectedly, after he finished drinking, Yuening spoke again, "I meant pour me the wine."

Sun Zhe: "Oh, for crying out loud..."

The room burst into laughter.

The few male models invited by Yuening’s friends looked at Sun Zhe with disdain.

One of the male models quipped, "Dude, are you new at this gig?"

Another male model added, "Don’t just stand there, pour wine for the boss!"

"This kid was never smart, you’re supposed to pour the liquor with a shot glass into a wine glass."

"Buddy, do you know how much that one glass you drank was worth?"

"..."

Actually, from the moment Sun Zhe entered, these male models didn’t like him, for no other reason than jealousy; they were all jealous that Miss Yuening chose Sun Zhe.

Sun Zhe glanced at that male model, smiled lightly, "With all of you being sissies, you dare call yourself bros?"

"So, Miss Yuening, are these male models or are they actually Gay?"

A male model immediately got angry, pointed at Sun Zhe, and cursed, "Wow, what a fool, how do you even talk?"

Sun Zhe chuckled, about to retaliate with the most venomous and sharp words, but Yuening spoke up just then.

"Shut up, since when is it your place to talk about my people?"

She glanced at Sun Zhe and explained, "You misunderstood, I didn’t invite these guys."

"If you don’t like them, I’ll have them leave now."

With her words, the air in the room instantly quieted.

A beautiful woman with shoulder-length hair approached with a smile, pulling on Yuening’s arm, "Oh Yuening, don’t be like that, actually we..."

"Everyone out, including you all. I’ll only say it once." Yuening interrupted her, speaking in an irresistible tone.

"..."

Not long after.

Only Sun Zhe and Yuening were left in the private room.

Sun Zhe poured Yuening a drink, "After all, they’re here to celebrate your birthday, no need to do this, right?"

Yuening sat on the sofa, crossed her long, black nylon-clad legs, removed the birthday crown from her head and tossed it aside, "Boring. Not one sincere person among them."

Sun Zhe sat beside her, "I can tell you’re in a bad mood."

"You think you can gauge my thoughts?"

Sun Zhe: "..."

He seriously wanted to strangle this woman.

So what if you’re a big-shot CEO, questioning whether I’m worthy or not.

"Drink with me."

Sun Zhe shrugged, grabbed a bottle of Rémy Martin Louis XIII from the table and opened it, "Alright then, let’s drink until you’re satisfied."

Yuening suddenly leaned against the sofa, placing a long, black nylon-clad leg on Sun Zhe’s lap, "These shoes are tiring, take them off for me."

Sun Zhe looked down at the silk-clad foot half-hidden in a black high heel, frowned slightly, and looked at her with a playful gaze, "How about I take off your stockings too?"

"..."