Playboy: Medical and Martial Master

Sun Zhe smiled and asked, "Do you think I’d joke about something like this with you?"

Hearing this, Chen Ruolong quieted down.

Thinking carefully, judging from Xia Shiqing’s attitude toward Sun Zhe, it really did seem like an elder dealing with a younger generation.

In that train of thought, his gaze suddenly trembled; he whipped his head to look at Sun Zhe, his lips shaking uncontrollably.

Because he suddenly realized something terrifying.

Seeing his reaction, Sun Zhe frowned and asked, "What’s wrong with you?"

Chen Ruolong took a deep breath, steadying himself with effort, then asked gingerly, "Since the Empress is your aunt, then the Empress’s older sister, meaning the Qingcheng Immortal... is your mom?"

Sun Zhe nodded.

"Holy shit!"

Seeing Sun Zhe nod, Chen Ruolong nearly jumped out of his chair in excitement. He rushed to say, "So when you said you came to Kyoto looking for your mom, you meant looking for the Qingcheng Immortal?"

"That’s right."

"No wonder you could live in Villa No. 3 of Jingtian Forest Garden."

At this moment, he couldn’t help but recall the things he’d said to Sun Zhe before, boasting about how he’d watch over Sun Zhe and his family in Kyoto.

Now he realized it was all a joke; he was nothing but a clown.

Sun Zhe reached out and patted his shoulder, earnestly saying, "Xiaolong, I really see you as a brother, so you don’t need to act like this."

Chen Ruolong snapped back to his senses, burst out laughing, and, ignoring the strange looks of the passersby, crouched down to hug Sun Zhe’s thigh. "Boss, boss, you’re my real boss now. I’m never letting go of your thigh again!"

"I’ve decided—I’m going to betroth my sister to you!"

Sun Zhe pushed him away, thoroughly disgusted, exhorting, "By the way, don’t go blabbing about my identity to anyone."

"I know, I promise I won’t say a word!"

"Heh heh, boss, I get it. You want to play dumb and then shock everyone."

Sun Zhe shook his head helplessly and said, "It’s not about playing dumb to catch the tiger— I just don’t want to give my family more trouble. I want to carve out a world for myself, on my own."

Hearing him, Chen Ruolong grew solemn with respect. "Got it, boss!"

"Alright then, let’s walk around some more."

"..."

...

On the other side.

A young man in a well-tailored suit drove Xia Shiqing straight into the Emperor’s Palace.

The vast palace, all jade towers and celestial pavilions, was encircled by towering walls, an extravagant world sealed off from reality.

Countless people dreamed, night after night, of entering here.

But there were also a rare few who dreamed only of escaping.

Xia Shiqing, bored, leaned against the car window. Watching the red walls and white stones outside, her emotions twisted—this place felt like an intricate golden cage, spun out for her fate.

Some birds wanted so badly to live in this cage, to become the caged songbird.

But as a caged bird, all she wanted was to break free, to soar across the sky.

After returning to her own chamber, she simply sat serenely in silence, as several maids bathed and dressed her, attending to every detail with care.

After a long time—

She changed into a shimmering, lavish gown; her long hair coiled up in an elegant bun, lips stained like crimson blossoms, noble and seductive with every glance.

Her feet stepped into delicate crystal heels. Her long, beautiful legs—sheer nude stockings following every line—left her bedroom as she was escorted to the palace that represented the absolute pinnacle of power in Hua Country.

In an old-fashioned, elegantly furnished study—

A middle-aged man, calm and striking with poise, sat behind a priceless desk, leafing through mountainous stacks of documents with meticulous care.

And when he heard the familiar rhythm of high heels approaching, he looked up. His face broke into a smile; the authority that always hung about him melted into gentle warmth.

"Shiqing, you’re back?"

Xia Shiqing entered the study, gazing expressionlessly at this husband she loved and hated in equal measure. "Yes, Your Majesty."

The man laughed and shook his head, stood up, circled around the desk to meet her, his hands cupping her supple waist and drawing her into his embrace, pressing her softness against his chest.

"Don’t call me that in private."

Xia Shiqing didn’t say anything, just slowly rose up on her toes, offering him her moist, glistening red lips.

The moment their lips touched, all the tenderness in the man’s eyes vanished; lust was instantly ignited like a wildfire.

He suddenly hoisted the beauty in his arms onto the desk, sitting her upright, then knelt down, roughly lifting her lavish long skirt to reveal a pair of silky, gorgeous legs.

"Ah..."

As the man’s face buried between her thighs, greedily ripping the thin silk apart with his teeth, Xia Shiqing couldn’t help but tilt her snowy neck and let out a soft moan.

Her upper body slowly leaned back, actively creating a better angle for him; one hand braced against the desk, the other rested atop his head, her pale jade fingers weaving through his hair. As he feasted greedily, faint, lingering moans slipped through her parted lips.

"Shiqing."

The man suddenly pulled away, looking up at her exquisitely made-up, breathtaking face.

"What is it, hubby?"

The man flashed a wicked grin, "Why aren’t you wearing anything underneath?"

Xia Shiqing cast her shy gaze aside, "You know what you want—why bother with unnecessary steps?"

The man said, "Spread your legs a little wider."

Xia Shiqing obeyed, parting her legs, one leg even resting on his shoulder.

"Slurp, slurp, slurp..."

After a moment.

The man’s greedy eating sounds lingered in the room.

Soon, the man stood up with mouth wet and glistening, his eyes bloodshot as if they could ignite flames.

Xia Shiqing felt the invasive, blazing stare he gave her, and her pretty cheeks flushed even deeper red.

"Hubby, I want you."

Out on assignment, months away from home; the desire she’d pent up inside was being set ablaze at this instant.

The man stared her down without blinking, hands moving to undo his belt.

Then, this man standing at the pinnacle of Hua Country, the Hua Country Emperor himself, whispered something indescribably coarse and filthy.

"Left you not coming home for so damn long—tonight I’ll fuck you senseless!"

Upon hearing those crude words, an icy flash of disdain crossed Xia Shiqing’s eyes.

"What’s with that look?"

Xia Shiqing met his gaze, taunting, "Come on, then."

The man said no more, pulled her off the desk, then pressed her head down, forcing her to kneel.

Xia Shiqing obediently knelt on one knee, gazing at the dark, intimidating sight before her. Her lips pursed gently, and she slowly brought her head closer.

"Mmm!"

The man seemed impatient, grabbing her nape and pressing forward, paying no mind whether she was uncomfortable or suffocating; both hands tangled in her hair, he began thrusting wildly.

Xia Shiqing didn’t resist, even as the sensation of choking and dizziness overwhelmed her.

Her hands held onto the man’s thighs from the outside, balancing herself as he ravaged her fiercely.

"Squelch, squelch, squelch, squelch..."

The sound, like bullets leaving a chamber, spilled from the gap in her stretched little mouth, strings of clear saliva trickling down her lips. Soon, several shining threads hung from her milky-white chin.

Her elegantly coiled hair gradually came loose, tumbling softly down.

The man’s brows suddenly furrowed tightly, as if he was about to lose control; he abruptly stopped, quickly pulling out.

Xia Shiqing was released, sitting weakly on the floor, gasping for air, coughing a bit. She lifted her head, gaze plaintive as she looked at him, "Why did you stop?"

The man took a deep breath, bent over to pick her up and said, "Let’s switch places."

"..."