Playboy: Medical and Martial Master

Watching the figure of Jiang Qinglan going upstairs, Sun Zhe suddenly felt numb all over, his body weakened and staggered backward a few steps, landing heavily onto the sofa.

"Oh my... It’s over now."

"Sigh! Annoying!"

"If I’d known my second aunt was coming, I would’ve tidied up first when I got up."

"Should I just make a run for it?"

Thinking of this, Sun Zhe got up and ran.

After reaching the yard, he released the "Apollo EVO" sports car from the White Jade Ring and dashed out with a single push on the accelerator.

He truly didn’t know how to face Jiang Qinglan and Xia Shiqing later, so the best strategy seemed to be a hasty retreat.

...

On the other side.

Jiang Qinglan had just reached the second floor of the villa when she noticed some residual liquid traces on the hallway floor.

Before becoming the Empress, she was responsible for reconnaissance in the intelligence group, so no subtle clue could escape her keen eyes.

And as an experienced woman, she could naturally discern what these traces indicated.

Clearly, these were the traces of love.

Following the trail of traces, she walked toward Xia Shiqing’s room, her mind conjuring certain scenarios.

Upon reaching the door, she stopped, feeling an internal struggle, but eventually reached out to knock.

"Knock knock knock."

No response came even after waiting for quite a while.

So she pushed the door open, only for a strong fishy smell to suddenly assault her senses.

At a glance, chaos greeted her eyes, rendering her utterly stunned.

Her stepsister lay on the large bed in a deep sleep, not a stitch of clothing on.

The messy sheets were covered in various large and small wet spots, resembling a ceiling leak; torn stockings, gray, black, flesh-colored, fishnet, hung at both the head and foot of the bed, offering a full array.

Even the flower pot on the balcony had a snapped bra strap hanging from a blade of grass.

"My... My heavens... What on earth happened last night?"

"Was it really that intense?"

The Empress’s heart pounded wildly. She swallowed hard, striving to calm herself, then slowly approached the bed and stood still, gazing at Xia Shiqing whose body exhibited certain dried traces, her gaze becoming complex.

She noted that between Xia Shiqing’s tightly clenched thighs, the alluring curve remained sticky, her lips slightly swollen with a kind of reddish hue, still carrying a moist shine, seemingly not yet dry.

That sticky shine almost glued Xia Shiqing’s legs together so tightly she couldn’t open them.

She had long known the stepsister’s sister had a voluptuous figure, even the Emperor himself praised her as a succulent earthly delicacy, but now she realized, this was fuller than ever seen before.

"Swollen like this, it’s really too wild!"

Only now did she realize why Sun Zhe had seemed weird downstairs.

Obviously, the little guy was afraid she’d come up and see this scene.

She couldn’t help imagining last night’s crazy scenes, picturing Xia Shiqing being held by the hair against the glass, imagining Sun Zhe making his moves while walking down the hallway, water flowing everywhere...

Gradually, she felt a heat rising deep within her abdomen, involuntarily clenching her legs, a strong desire arising from deep inside.

"Ah!"

Amidst her fantasies, a sudden scream from the bed startled her back to reality.

Lifting her eyes, she saw Xia Shiqing had awakened.

Xia Shiqing didn’t seem pleased, quickly grabbing the quilt to cover herself, her face showing slight anger as she spoke, "Jiang Qinglan, what’s wrong with you? Sneaking into my room, staring at me!"

"Sorry, I was just..."

Jiang Qinglan forced a little unnatural smile, looking at her peculiarly, raising a hand but unable to speak.

Seeing her odd expression, Xia Shiqing’s face suddenly stiffened, now realizing the room’s disarray and that Jiang Qinglan obviously knew everything.

But surprisingly, Xia Shiqing wasn’t flustered nor hurried to explain.

Blushing slightly, she glanced at Jiang Qinglan and spoke gently, "Don’t look at me like that, just say what you want to say."

"Hmm... Nothing really. Just thought you two were quite wild."

Xia Shiqing raised her arms and stretched languidly, then moved, sitting at the bed’s edge, not minding Jiang Qinglan seeing, taking off the gray stockings full of holes and bunching them to toss into the trash.

"Did you come for something?"

Jiang Qinglan said seriously, "Wanted to confirm with you about hosting the Divine Dragon Martial Arts Association."

"Got it, I’ll host."

Jiang Qinglan looked at her meaningfully, "You seem to have gotten much better. Being nourished really is different."

At these words, Xia Shiqing blushed, glaring at her, wanting to speak but holding back.

Jiang Qinglan chuckled lightly, "I never thought even you, the Demon Consort, could be turned into this. Is he really that skilled?"

Actually, Jiang Qinglan had often "fought side by side" with Xia Shiqing, so she knew full well Xia Shiqing’s combat prowess, which couldn’t truly be nourished.

However, now Xia Shiqing indeed seemed properly nourished.

For a moment, she was genuinely curious about Sun Zhe’s prowess.

"How long did you and he go at it?"

"Shut up, none of your business."

Xia Shiqing showed impatience, getting up to flee toward the bathroom.

Watching her limping and staggering figure, Jiang Qinglan stifled her laughter, "Then I’ll go now, you take your time tidying up."

Shortly.

After heading downstairs, Jiang Qinglan didn’t see Sun Zhe, shook her head helplessly, thinking that the little guy surely felt too shy to face her, hence ran first.

"Never mind, I’ll just go to the underground arena myself."

"Actually, bringing little Zhe to something like that isn’t convenient anyway."

Just yesterday, she heard from her men that the underground arena had a newly opened clinic named Undying Pavilion. The mysterious Pavilion Master had unparalleled medical skills, capable of miraculous healing, even capable of refining high-quality elixirs!

So she thought to take the opportunity to visit the Divine Doctor.

"..."

...

Underground arena.

Trading area.

Inside the Undying Pavilion.

Chen Ruolong eyed the distracted Sun Zhe curiously, "Boss, what’s bothering you again? Had things to deal with last night?"

"Sigh, young folks must know moderation!"

Sun Zhe ignored him, focusing on his own packing.

Chen Ruolong buzzed around him like a fly, "Oh right boss, I told my sister about the Undying Pavilion yesterday, she says she wants to join too."

Sun Zhe asked, "Do your parents agree?"

Chen Ruolong waved his hand, "We just won’t let them know. Besides, with your identity and strength, even if my parents find out, they’d consider it a great fortune for the Chen Family."

"Fine, let her be, if she truly wants to join, she is more than welcome."

"Hehe alright, then I’ll bring her for reporting tomorrow."

Sun Zhe stopped chatting, suddenly took off his casual jacket, fetching the "Bladeless Mountain-Suppressing Sword" from the White Jade Ring, rested it on his shoulder, and said, "You close the door first, I’m going to the Martial Arts District to register."

"Damn, boss, this Big Treasure Sword of yours... Why is it so uniquely ugly?"

"..."