Playboy: Medical and Martial Master

In the deep night.

The Qi Family compound.

Qi Jie pushed open the door and walked into Qi Xue’s room, signaling the doctors to leave. He looked at Qi Xue, who was wrapped in bandages and plastered casts on the bed, raised his hand, wanting to speak but hesitated.

All the comforting words he had prepared turned into a gentle sigh.

"What, are you here to pity me?"

Qi Jie said, "He seemed ruthless, but actually he left some room for recovery, it can still be healed."

Qi Xue was silent for a moment, then asked, "Xiaojie, do you think I’m really too extreme?"

Qi Jie nodded, "But your intention wasn’t wrong."

Qi Xue stared at the ceiling in a daze, "Perhaps."

After this beating, she gained some different perspectives on herself, and developed some insights.

Towards the man who cruelly rendered her useless, she harbored no hatred, but the words he spoke pierced her heart, making her spirit deflate.

Qi Jie lamented, "Perhaps only by experiencing firsthand the pain you once inflicted on others, can you reassess your actions."

Qi Xue asked, "What about him?"

"What about him?"

"The pain he inflicted on others, his actions, who will repay for them?"

Qi Jie was confused, "When did he inflict pain on others? When did he hurt anyone? Why do you insist on believing he’s a bad person and won’t let go of him?"

"I..."

Qi Jie chuckled, "If you’re referring to the Xiaoling incident, did you ask Xiaoling herself? Did she ever express suffering?"

"Is there a possibility that Xiaoling was willing that night?"

"Besides, you know the kind of woman Xiaoling is."

"If we judge someone as bad based solely on those bodily matters between men and women, then there wouldn’t be any good people in the world."

Qi Xue remained silent.

Qi Jie continued, "Besides, you haven’t seen him commit any wrongdoings."

"If you hate him because I lost to him, that’s even less necessary. In the arena, it’s all about strength; if someone loses, someone must win, he won fairly, there’s nothing wrong with that."

"On the contrary, you constantly use magical treasures to ambush opponents and consider that your strength, so is it possible, you are the one seen as incompetent by others?"

Qi Xue slowly said, "In true battle, facing the enemy, one is bound to do anything to prevail."

Qi Jie laughed, "Have you ever experienced true battle? Just like he said on the arena... have you ever seen a real mountain of corpses and sea of blood?"

"You’re strong when you use magical treasures, but when others use them, it’s disgraceful, and you think it’s unfair... isn’t this a double standard?"

"Honestly, sis, acknowledging that others are better and recognizing one’s own shortcomings isn’t difficult."

Qi Xue closed her eyes, suddenly recalled those opponents she once defeated, and felt a stab of pain in her heart.

"Perhaps you’re right what you said."

Qi Jie suddenly said, "He’ll be going to the Nascent Soul District in a few days... likely the third elder will go after him to avenge you."

Upon hearing this, Qi Xue’s beautiful eyes trembled, "Nascent Soul District? He’s reached the Nascent Soul Realm?"

Qi Jie chuckled self-mockingly, "I only found out today, we aren’t even on the same level as him."

Hearing this from Qi Jie, Qi Xue fell into complete silence.

...

...

After leaving the underground martial arena, as a group of four, Sun Zhe was asked by Chen Ruolong, "Boss, how about we go to a KTV to celebrate?"

"Boss, let me tell you, I know a KTV that’s pretty good, in Kyoto, the environment and service are first-rate."

Sun Zhe nodded, "Anywhere is fine, as long as there’s alcohol."

Soon after.

Chen Ruolong drove his Lamborghini Urus with Sun Zhe and the others to a bustling commercial district, and found the KTV he mentioned.

Upon arrival, Sun Zhe realized it was the same KTV that he visited with Xia Shiqing before. He remembered it was owned by a good friend of Xia Shiqing, called Sister Yuan.

It was here that he crossed that line with the Empress Consort, leaving some beautiful memories.

...

In the dazzlingly lit private room.

After three glasses of wine, Chen Ruolong began singing "Lonely Sha Zhou Cold."

"Since you left, my heart is weary."

"White tung petals flying in the wind."

"..."

"Damn, people sing for money, and you’re singing for lives."

Sun Zhe mercilessly mocked, unable to stand his raspy voice.

Feng Ling covered her mouth and giggled, then handed a glass of wine to Sun Zhe, "Pavilion Master, I toast to you."

"..."

Drinking wine while making little secret moves with Chen Ruoyi, Sun Zhe found the wine quite flavorful.

But poor Chen Ruoyi had to frequently run to the restroom, discreetly cleaning her underwear, feeling uncomfortably sticky.

Fortunately, with Chen Ruolong and Feng Ling present, Sun Zhe didn’t dare act too openly.

Amongst the clinking glasses, everyone became somewhat tipsy.

The Chen siblings and Feng Ling drank more and more enthusiastically, looking like they’d drink until their stomachs perforate. Sun Zhe couldn’t take it and found an excuse to leave the private room for a breath of fresh air.

People moved to and fro in the hallway.

The staff carried wine back and forth, polite and enthusiastic.

The "princesses" walking through each private room wore uniforms and flesh-colored stockings with high heels, meticulously dressed and beautiful, greeting everyone they met.

Sun Zhe leisurely strolled through the hallway, not quite fond of this decadent atmosphere.

"Don’t want this? This is the best batch!"

"My goodness... this lady is too hard to please!"

While wandering, Sun Zhe suddenly heard a familiar voice behind him.

Looking back, he saw Sister Yuan in black stockings and high-heeled shoes stepping out from a private room, talking on her phone as if something urgent.

As Sun Zhe saw Sister Yuan, she also spotted him. Her eyes brightened, quickly ended the call, and walked towards him.

"Why are you here too? When did you come to my place?"

Though they’d met only once, Sister Yuan remembered Sun Zhe vividly, seeing him as the male model kissed by the Empress’s charms in her eyes.

"Uh... hello Sister Yuan. I’ve been here a little while."

Sister Yuan sized Sun Zhe up, nodding contently.

Unlike those heavily made-up male models, looking effeminate, this guy was clean, clear, a natural handsome from head to toe.

"Truly a gem, no wonder Shiqing liked him. How about we choose him? Even the Empress likes him, surely that person will too."

Thinking of this, Sister Yuan patted Sun Zhe’s shoulder, squinting and smiling, "You’re not with guests currently?"

Sun Zhe shook his head, thought, I’m here to spend money, why do I need to entertain any guests?

Sister Yuan’s eyes smiled, grabbing his wrist, "Come help me with something."

Sun Zhe curiously asked, "Help with what?"

"Oh, you’ll find out soon. Don’t worry, you won’t lose out."

Thinking Sister Yuan is Xia Shiqing’s friend, Sun Zhe didn’t ask further, deciding to follow and see what was going on.

Besides, it seemed like Sister Yuan really had something urgent.

Soon after.

Sister Yuan led Sun Zhe to the most luxurious private room on the top floor.

Despite being large enough to accommodate dozens, only a dozen people were inside, both men and women, exuding a decadent atmosphere.

After quickly scanning the room, Sister Yuan led Sun Zhe to a cool beauty wearing a short dress and a birthday crown.

"Miss Leng, are you satisfied with him?"

"..."