Playboy: Medical and Martial Master

Blue Moon Restaurant.

In a top-tier luxury private room.

Zhao Junwei leaned over the billiard table, his eyes sharp and focused, fixed on the cue ball before him, and asked, "Young Master, do you think I can sink this shot?"

The Young Master sat on a sofa on the side, leisurely polishing the barrel of his gun, "Absolutely, I trust in your skills."

As soon as he finished speaking, a "pop" sound was heard.

The number 6 ball, hit by the cue ball, rolled straight along the green cloth and fell into the pocket.

"Nice shot! Wasn’t that easy?"

The Young Master praised loudly.

Zhao Junwei straightened his back, took the cue stick, and chuckled, "Is it possible I referred to a different pocket?"

Upon hearing this, the Young Master displayed a sudden realization, instantly understanding, checked his valuable Patek Philippe watch, and said, "If nothing goes wrong, Xie Yunwan should be arriving soon. As for the pocket... since she’s coming, it’s guaranteed to be a score."

Zhao Junwei laughed, "Indeed. She’s been in the entertainment circle for so long, she must understand what’s necessary."

"Just wait and see; if she knows what’s good for her, then treat her respectfully, leave her some dignity. If she doesn’t... then tonight will be miserable for her."

Upon hearing that, the Young Master laughed heartily and shook his head, "To be honest, Young Master Zhao, I’m somewhat reluctant to give her to you. I really put in a lot of effort cheekily to invite her this time."

Zhao Junwei looked at him meaningfully, "Is that even necessary? We work so well together, there’s no conflict."

The Young Master responded, "You know me well, I don’t like this. I prefer to enjoy the prey alone."

Zhao Junwei laughed, "No worries. You go ahead first, make yourself comfortable, and then I’ll join. I’ll be content with just the leftovers."

The Young Master laughed, "Alright."

"..."

While playing billiards and chatting about sensitive topics, time unwittingly slipped to 6:50 PM.

The door to the private room suddenly opened.

A beautiful waitress stepped halfway in and bowed to them, "Young Master Zhao, your guest has arrived."

They then heard the crisp, pleasant sound of high heels from outside.

The waitress pushed the door open wider and stepped aside, revealing a graceful figure at the doorway.

Both men stared in unison, momentarily stunned.

Even though Xie Yunwan wore a mask and sunglasses obscuring her face, her sensual, fiery figure and goddess-like aura were enough to captivate them.

For a moment, both men felt a heated excitement, fantasizing about stripping and ravaging Xie Yunwan later.

The two towering "Pyramids" rose swiftly in a short time.

Meanwhile, beneath the sunglasses, Xie Yunwan’s starlit eyes were filled with disdain.

The two men stared directly at her, their sinister intent unabashed, even creating "Pyramids," making her uneasy, like prey walking into a trap.

Faced with the task of dealing with these two moguls alone, despair welled in her heart.

Sister Yu had initially planned to accompany her, but was stopped by the waitress upon entering Blue Moon Restaurant.

Helpless, Sister Yu had to wait in the first-floor lobby.

...

"Haha, nice to meet you, Empress Xie!"

"I’ve been listening to your songs, it’s amazing to finally see you in person today."

Zhao Junwei greeted her with familiarity and laughter.

Xie Yunwan resignedly closed her eyes, struggling briefly internally before suddenly opening her eyes and removing her sunglasses and mask, greeting them with a smile.

Having chosen to come, she felt it pointless to act stern because it would only bring trouble upon herself and provoke these moguls’ urge to conquer. It was better to blend in and play along.

"You must be Young Master Zhao, I’ve heard about you."

She then looked at the Young Master, "And this gentleman is..."

The Young Master smiled, "My surname is Yuan."

His identity being sensitive, he didn’t provide further details.

"Ah, it’s Young Master Yuan, a pleasure to meet you."

Xie Yunwan understood and didn’t pry further, nodding and smiling at the Young Master, then bent to remove her high heels, stepping on the plush carpet towards the billiard table.

"You two seem quite enthusiastic, shall I play a game with you?"

Zhao Junwei eyed the shimmering foot wrapped in sheer tights, swallowed his saliva, secretly admiring how attractive this superstar was.

The Young Master handed her the cue stick, "Let Young Master Zhao play with you; I won’t embarrass myself with my skills."

"Not at all, it’s just for fun, I’m not that great either."

"..."

The adult’s engagement was both ingenious and deliberate.

During the conversation, Zhao Junwei arranged the balls, indicating Xie Yunwan should break.

Xie Yunwan held the cue, lowering herself, aware that she was exposed but completely unbothered.

Her eyes were sharp, delaying her shot, seemingly searching for the best angle.

Zhao Junwei and the Young Master stood aside, their gaze involuntarily drawn to her neckline, discovering she wasn’t wearing a bra, only patches.

A crisp "pop" sound echoed.

Xie Yunwan hit the balls with a shove, sending them rolling chaotically across the table.

"Good shot!"

Zhao Junwei praised with laughter, "Yunwan, your skills are impressive, tonight’s gonna be fun!"

"..."

...

After one game of billiards, the dishes were served.

The table was laden with extravagantly expensive delicacies but lacked appetite appeal.

A beautiful waitress presented two bottles of collectible wine, asking, "Young Master Zhao, shall I open the wine now?"

"Go ahead, pour it out to let it breathe."

Xie Yunwan elegantly sat on a chair, her legs adorned in sheer tights, nestled between Zhao Junwei and the Young Master.

Seeing the two wine bottles, she couldn’t help but lament.

She actually owned a few boxes of such wine, it’s quite potent—a half bottle can knock her out, let alone two.

Zhao Junwei poured wine while talking, "Yunwan, truthfully, I just wanted to meet my idol today, to admire my idol’s charm in person. I’m a loyal fan, so don’t think too much."

As he spoke, his ring-adorned middle finger lightly shook, naturally dropping some white powder into the cup.

Xie Yunwan chuckled softly, accepting the wine glass he offered, "Young Master Zhao, you’re too kind. Yunwan is merely trying to make a living in the entertainment industry, unworthy of being an idol."

While speaking, her delicate hand slipped under the table to grasp Zhao Junwei’s hand, smoothly passing Sister Yu’s small umbrella into his palm.

Zhao Junwei squeezed it, instantly understanding what it was, his heart racing, inwardly impressed by Empress Xie’s savvy.

But in reality, Xie Yunwan had already resigned herself.

She knew she couldn’t escape tonight’s fate, and using the small umbrella was her final boundary.

...

Within the mingling act, Zhao Junwei grew increasingly excited, shedding his initial courtesy entirely.

Perhaps under the influence of alcohol, he didn’t hold back any words.

Until after the drug took effect, and Xie Yunwan fell asleep on the table, did he exhale a breath of relief.

"Damn, this superstar can really drink... if I had continued, I’d be knocked out."

The Young Master also sighed, "Three glasses, she definitely had a good tolerance. Without the drug, she might’ve downed a few more."

Zhao Junwei chuckled, placing the small umbrella Xie Yunwan handed him onto the table, "You have to admit, this superstar was quite sensible, knowing she was in for it tonight and even giving me this."

The tipsy Young Master sneered disdainfully, "I hate using these, you use it if you want, I won’t."

Zhao Junwei’s expression turned odd, "Aren’t you afraid of your dragon seed taking root? Your mother might whip you if that happens."

The Young Master impatiently waved him off and carried Xie Yunwan to the nearby sofa.

With the alcohol in his system, he didn’t want to care about anything else but to vent and enjoy.

Zhao Junwei watched him leave, a flicker of dissatisfaction in his eyes.

But there’s nothing he could do; the Young Master is royalty.

...