Playboy: Medical and Martial Master-Chapter 142: Standing Up for the Beauty

Looking at the tall, handsome man before her, Chu Youdie couldn’t stop the blush from rising to her cheeks, a flush so deep even her makeup couldn’t conceal it.

She never thought she would run into Sun Zhe again!

Is this fate or misfortune? What she couldn’t accept was encountering him in a place like this.

"Why couldn’t it be you?" Chu Youdie snorted coldly, taking two steps back to put distance between them, her eyes filled with disdain. She looked down on men like Sun Zhe who frequented nightclubs.

Sun Zhe glanced around before suddenly lowering his voice. "What," he laughed, "is our esteemed Officer Chu here on another undercover operation?"

Chu Youdie looked away, her face an expressionless mask. "None of your business."

Sun Zhe suddenly reached out and patted her shoulder, joking, "Not bad, not bad. This is a textbook case of putting yourself on the line to gain a crucial advantage." He continued, "Although I don’t like you as a person, I do admire your spirit of sacrifice."

Detecting the sarcasm in his tone, Chu Youdie violently slapped his hand away, her eyes flashing with resentment. "Who wants to be liked by a scumbag like you?"

If it weren’t for Sun Zhe, she wouldn’t have been sent on this undercover mission. She could never have imagined that a nobody like Sun Zhe would actually know a big shot like Li Changqing! The whole thing started when Li Changqing called and scolded the department head. As a result, when she returned, the department head took out his anger on her, sending her undercover in a fit of pique.

"Sun Zhe, if you have any decency, don’t reveal this!"

At her words, Sun Zhe just shrugged. "I’ve got nothing better to do. Don’t worry, Officer Chu. I don’t want to help you, but I won’t interfere with your mission, either."

"I guess you’re human after all!" Chu Youdie snorted coldly and turned to leave.

Just then, a drunken young man stumbled out of the private room she had just left.

"Youdie, why did you run off? Come on, drink with me!"

Sun Zhe discreetly sized up the young man. He noted the Rolex Daytona on his wrist, the gleaming gold chain around his neck, and the head-to-toe Gucci attire. This must be a rich kid.

The young man completely ignored Sun Zhe, throwing an arm around Chu Youdie to drag her back toward the private room. He chuckled lewdly, "If you dare to dodge another drink, I’ll fuck you to death tonight."

Hearing this, Sun Zhe couldn’t help but laugh to himself. This guy has clearly had way too much to drink, speaking so recklessly. In fact, these so-called wealthy elites often spoke and acted even more crudely than lowlifes.

Chu Youdie twisted her body, struggling free. She forced a polite smile. "Young Master Han, we really don’t offer those kinds of services here."

"Screw you!" Young Master Han suddenly flew into a rage, pulling a card from his wallet and throwing it in Chu Youdie’s face. "It’s just money, isn’t it? How much for one night? Take it and swipe it yourself!"

Patiently, Chu Youdie bent down, picked up the bank card, and handed it back to him with a helpless smile. "Young Master Han, it’s really not about the money. Our company has rules... Our hostesses only accompany clients for drinks, nothing else."

"To hell with your rules!" Young Master Han roared, drawing stunned glances from everyone in the corridor. "Go get your manager! Tonight, I want to see if his rules are bigger than my dick!" he bellowed. "Goddammit... I’ve partied at so many places, and I’ve never run into this kind of bullshit rule!"

Chu Youdie sighed, her face etched with bitterness. If it weren’t for this mission, I’d beat this Han Qianchen to death. She absolutely hated arrogant and lawless rich brats like him, the kind who thought a little dirty money let them do whatever they wanted and treat women like toys.

At that moment, the other hostesses and rich kids watching from the corridor looked at Chu Youdie with pity, but no one dared to step in or even make a sound. These so-called colleagues, who always chanted slogans about mutual aid, shared dreams, and being one big, loving family, all scattered like rats when a "family member" was actually in trouble.

"Oh, this is going to be trouble."

"Any girl Young Master Han sets his sights on, none of them get away. They all end up in his bed."

"And I heard he likes to invite his buddies to join in..."

"Hmph, Youdie has it coming. Always acting so high and mighty. Now that Young Master Han is after her, let’s see how long she can keep up her act!"

Listening to the chatter from her colleagues, Chu Youdie felt a wave of helplessness wash over her.

But just then, she felt her body sway. Before she could react, she was pulled into Sun Zhe’s arms. Feeling the warmth and breadth of his chest, she was surprised to find a sense of security washing over her.

Sun Zhe held her close, a slight smile playing on his lips as he faced Han Qianchen. "Sorry, Young Master Han, but Youdie has plans with me tonight."

Honestly, Sun Zhe had wanted to stay out of it, but he couldn’t just stand by and watch. Although he didn’t like Chu Youdie as a person, he respected her profession. For a young woman to sacrifice so much to go undercover in a place like this, with no backup or support, was incredibly difficult. It could even be called noble. So, since he was here, he might as well lend a hand.

Han Qianchen swayed drunkenly and squinted up at Sun Zhe. "Who the hell are you, kid? Do you know who Han Qianchen is?"

Sun Zhe simply smiled and shook his head. "Young Master Han, your tab is on me tonight. Have a good time."

With that, he put his arm around Chu Youdie’s shoulder and turned to leave.

"Who the hell are you? You think I can’t afford my own fucking bill? Who are you trying to act like a big shot for?"

Hearing this, Sun Zhe paused and turned back to face Han Qianchen.

Han Qianchen stared at him as if he were an idiot. "Look at you, you broke-ass loser," he sneered. "The clothes on your back probably cost less than my underwear. And you’re trying to play hero?" he scoffed. "By the way, kid, do you even know who my aunt is? She’s Han Xinyue, madam of the Zhou Group! In Yang City, if my aunt wants to crush you, it’s like crushing a—"

SLAP!

Before he could finish his sentence, Sun Zhe’s palm connected squarely with his face. Originally, Sun Zhe hadn’t wanted to get physical. But when he heard the name "Han Xinyue," he simply couldn’t hold back.

"Why don’t you have her come and crush me, then?"

Han Qianchen clutched his cheek, staring at Sun Zhe in disbelief. "Kid, you... you dare hit me?"

SLAP!

Without another word, Sun Zhe slapped him again with the back of his hand.

Suddenly, Han Qianchen laughed. He leaned in close to Sun Zhe, a twisted grin on his face. "You’ve got balls, I’ll give you that. Come on, hit me again. I dare you."

SLAP!

Sun Zhe obliged with another sharp slap. "What," he asked with a smile, "do I need to book an appointment to slap you?"

"Good! Good! Good!" Han Qianchen shook his head slowly, his grin turning vicious. He stuck out his tongue and licked the corner of his mouth, then suddenly pulled out his phone and dialed a number.

"Brother Feng, get over here now! Someone’s beating up one of your diamond members in your own club!" 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

An angry voice roared from the other end of the line. "What the fuck? Who has the balls to start a fight in my place! Young Master Han, you just wait! I’m on my way with my guys!"

After hanging up, Han Qianchen pointed a finger at Sun Zhe. "You just wait, kid. When Brother Feng gets here, if I don’t have your hands and feet chopped off, my last name isn’t Han!"

Sun Zhe shrugged. "You’re talking about Wang Feng, right?" He had recognized Wang Feng’s voice on the phone.

"You know Wang Feng?"

Sun Zhe smiled calmly. "Fine. I’ll wait for your Brother Feng to come and chop me up."