Romantic Medical Immortal

Watching Kong Lingwen look like a frightened little white rabbit, Zhou Haiping got even more excited and chuckled: "Just give in to me, I promise you'll feel good."

"Baby, stop swaying so much, I'm getting a bit dizzy."

"I'm not swaying!"

Kong Lingwen looked innocently at him, genuinely standing still without moving.

The next second, Zhou Haiping felt the world spinning and fell under the table, unconscious.

Kong Lingwen glanced at Xiaosun who was already slumped over on the table not far away.

She exchanged a glance with Yang Cheng, both sharing a mischievous grin; the earlier panic was naturally staged. Zhou Haiping, with his drunken state, was incapable of doing anything.

Even without Yang Cheng, she could deliver a precise kick to make Zhou Haiping wish he was dead.

"Yang Cheng, what did you put in the wine? The real Romanée-Conti doesn't taste like this!"

Kong Lingwen picked up the wine bottle and sniffed it, immediately wrinkling her nose in disgust.

"I've never tasted such expensive wine, why let this old geezer have it for cheap?"

Yang Cheng chuckled; no matter how he poured wine for Zhou Haiping earlier, he wouldn't drink, so he devised a sneaky plan.

"The bottle's real, but I poured the wine into a decanter and had the waiter keep it for me, then I added some stuff inside."

"What stuff?"

Kong Lingwen immediately asked, seeing his devious smile, knowing it wasn't anything good.

"A ten-dollar bottle of grape juice, plus a lot of white wine I drank earlier, I put all that alcohol into the bottle, and lastly, boy urine."

"Cough cough!"

Kong Lingwen choked, coughing violently.

"Yang Cheng, you're so awful, putting boy urine in there!"

She couldn't help but laugh, never meeting someone more wicked than him, putting boy urine in the wine and urging others to drink it.

"Those two had it coming, they're not good people. They arranged to meet you today just to take advantage of you. If I hadn't shown up, they might have drugged you or outright forced you."

Yang Cheng had seen through their intent, so he didn't hold back.

"I initially thought of using my own urine, but then I realized, being the Pure Yang Dragon Physique, my urine is a tonic, giving it to them would be a waste. So, I found a kid to urinate in the bottle."

"I was being pretty kind; boy urine is relatively healthy, unlike adult…"

"Enough! Stop, I'm getting a bit sick from hearing."

Kong Lingwen quickly interrupted him, looking disgusted: "Did you wash your hands? Don't touch me if you haven't, they might be covered in urine."

"I'm gonna touch; I'm gonna pinch your face!"

With that, Yang Cheng rushed over, vigorously pinching her soft cheeks.

"Ah! You're so annoying! It hurts!"

Kong Lingwen struggled hard, shoving Yang Cheng away, glaring at him angrily with her beautiful eyes.

Yang Cheng looked down, noticing the redness on her fair cheeks, and awkwardly said: "Your skin is so delicate, I hardly even used force and it's red."

Kong Lingwen rolled her eyes, feeling helpless: "Let's leave, seems like this won't be sorted out anytime soon."

"Why leave? I'm not done yet!"

"What else are you going to do?"

Kong Lingwen was perplexed, then saw Yang Cheng lifting Xiaosun and tossing him onto Zhou Haiping.

Then, with a sneer, he started undressing them. As Zhou Haiping's pants came down, a very flirtatious pink underwear was revealed.

The clothes weren't completely taken off, but their disheveled state was shameful enough.

Yang Cheng posed them intimately, taking out his phone to record and take pictures.

"Alright, now we can leave. Let them sleep here peacefully."

"You're really something."

Kong Lingwen knew what he was up to, giving him a thumbs up.

They headed to the front desk to settle the bill, where the waiter promptly handed over the decanter containing the Romanée-Conti bottle.

"Let's go back home tonight and savor it properly."

Yang Cheng smiled slightly, wrapping his arm around Kong Lingwen's shoulder.

Just as they reached the door, he turned back to remind the waiter: "My two friends haven't finished eating yet, they're discussing work, don't disturb them."

"Alright."

The waiter nodded, respectfully watching them leave.

Inside the booth, Zhou Haiping started feeling hot all over, waves of desire crashing in.

Yang Cheng forgot to mention, he also added a bit of aphrodisiac in the wine to ensure Zhou Haiping and Xiaosun have a memorable night.

Regaining a bit of consciousness, Zhou Haiping couldn't open his eyes, only feeling someone lying on him. He reached out and touched, sensing smooth skin, instantly his mind wandered.

His thoughts were chaotic, only remembering seeing Kong Lingwen just before passing out, subconsciously thinking the person in his arms was her, he was overjoyed inside, then kissed the person passionately.

Xiaosun hadn't fully woken up, being a lightweight drinker, completely at Zhou Haiping's mercy.

Eventually, when they both were panting from kissing, Zhou Haiping reached down and his mind crashed.

Wait, what's going on?

Isn't Kong Lingwen female?

Frozen for about a minute, Zhou Haiping realized the anomaly in his hand, finally recognizing the person in his arms wasn't Kong Lingwen at all.

He tried to push the person away, but Xiaosun clung like a dead pig, even wrapping his arm around Zhou Haiping and pinching and fondling his chest.

"Ms. Kong, you're so beautiful, these are so big!"

Xiaosun drunkenly, mouth biting Zhou Haiping's chest hard.

"Fuck you! Let go! I'm in pain."

Zhou Haiping cursed angrily, his broken voice even reaching outside the door.

The waitstaff originally adhered strongly to Yang Cheng's reminder, not wanting to disturb the two inside. But the curses and shouts grew too loud, they had to check what was happening.

A male and female waiter entered, not seeing anyone initially, then they heard a slurping sound. As they approached, their worldview shattered, they turned stone-cold.

"Ah!! Perverts!"

The young woman barely in her twenties, never having been in a relationship, and seeing such a shocking scene, screamed and ran out.

The male waiter stood there stunned for a few seconds, face flushed, exiting.

The wealthy know how to play; even wanting fun, they should choose the setting, go to a hotel, not in a restaurant.

Not long after, the manager arrived with more people, many witnessed the scene, with some sneaking a photo on their phone.

"What's going on! Who allowed you to take pictures? Do you know who this is? If the photos get out, you're in for it."

The manager scolded angrily, although inside he also wanted a picture.