Playboy: Medical and Martial Master-Chapter 145: Heart-Wrenching Pain

Inside the dazzlingly lit private room, a tall, fair-skinned, and handsome man in a suit suddenly approached Zhu Yan, wrapping an arm around her slender waist.

Outside the door, Sun Zhe’s fists clenched so tightly they felt as if they might shatter. His body began to tremble as an inexplicable rage surged through his heart. What made it even harder to accept was that Zhu Yan didn’t resist. Instead, she fell into the man’s embrace and began singing a sweet, tender love song into the microphone.

The romantic lyrics flowed from her lips, each one sounding like a heartfelt confession to a lover.

Just as Sun Zhe’s eyes were turning red, the man hugged Zhu Yan and sat down on the sofa with her. He used a fruit pick from the platter to spear a piece of cantaloupe and feed it to her.

Zhu Yan smiled sweetly at the man, opened her mouth, and took a small bite. Afterward, the man ate the other half without the slightest hint of disgust.

There were several other people in the room, both men and women, who were probably Zhu Yan’s colleagues. Seeing Zhu Yan and the handsome man acting so intimately, they all seemed accustomed to it, as if they had long known about their relationship.

Suddenly, a colleague raised a glass to toast Zhu Yan, but the handsome man quickly stepped forward to drink on her behalf.

Witnessing this, Sun Zhe felt his heart shatter. He desperately wanted to know who that man was!

Then Sun Zhe noticed that Zhu Yan was dressed in a particularly sexy and beautiful outfit tonight. She wore a shoulder-baring, form-fitting minidress, and her long, slender legs were wrapped tightly in glossy black stockings that radiated an enticing sheen. On her feet were the very same Valentino limited-edition high heels he had bought for her on their last shopping trip. She usually couldn’t bear to wear them, saying she wanted to treasure them forever.

Furthermore, she was wearing exquisite makeup. At home, she usually wore only light makeup, never anything heavy or extravagant. But tonight, she had adorned herself so meticulously. Was it because she was meeting that man that she dressed up so deliberately?

For Sun Zhe, the sweet scene unfolding in the private room was a living nightmare. He couldn’t describe the feeling in his heart, only that it was a suffocating pain. He desperately wanted to push open the door, march inside, and demand to know who that man was. But in the end, he couldn’t summon the courage. Because that would be incredibly embarrassing for both of them.

He couldn’t bear to watch any longer. With bloodshot eyes and a heart full of pain, he returned to the Empire River.

Meanwhile, the sweet scene in the other private room continued to play out. Egged on by several colleagues, Zhu Yan and the man even linked arms to drink a couple’s toast.

***

The private room at the Empire River was as lively as the main hall of a nightclub. A sexy DJ was bobbing her head and chest before the turntables while a crowd of men and women danced to the rhythm, wildly swinging their hips and shaking their legs. Wang Feng, ever the show-off, was even dancing "Subject Three."

Everyone was having the time of their lives, but Sun Zhe sat alone on the sofa, drinking sullenly and radiating an indescribable loneliness, as if he simply couldn’t blend into this boisterous world. He poured glass after glass of 40% ABV Martell Noblige down his throat.

Wang Feng keenly sensed Sun Zhe’s foul mood and surmised that he must have just argued with Leng Yueshuang when he stepped out of the room. He leaned over to Chu Youdie and whispered in her ear, "President Sun seems to be in a bad mood. You should keep him company."

Chu Youdie turned to glance at Sun Zhe, her expression a little complicated. In fact, she had noticed his foul mood even before Wang Feng did.

"Okay, President Wang."

Wang Feng patted her shoulder, then pulled a stack of cash from his wallet and pressed it into her hand. "This is a tip for you. You must take good care of President Sun tonight. If you do a good job, all these other presidents will give you tips later."

Chu Youdie said nothing. She put the money in her bag and went to sit beside Sun Zhe.

"What’s wrong with you?"

Sun Zhe glanced at her. "What could be wrong with me?"

Chu Youdie reached out and snatched the glass from his hand. "Do normal people drink like this?"

Sun Zhe didn’t say a word. He just picked up the bottle from the table and started chugging straight from it. After finishing the entire bottle, he slammed it down on the table with a loud CLANG!

Everyone in the room froze in shock and stared at Sun Zhe. The DJ, her face pale with fright, quickly cut the music.

Sun Zhe suddenly stood up and staggered onto the dance floor, laughing loudly. "What the hell are you all staring at? Music! Dancing! Let’s go!"

"AWOO—!" Wang Lao Wu let out a bizarre cry in support.

The next moment, the explosive music resumed, and the atmosphere was instantly reignited.

"President Sun, how about you show us something?" Wang Lao Wu said.

"I can’t dance. I’ll just thrash around with you guys."

"No problem! None of us can dance. It’s all about the atmosphere!"

Perhaps it was the alcohol, or perhaps he needed an outlet. Spurred on by Wang Lao Wu, Sun Zhe danced for the first time in his life. As he danced, shimmering sparks of electricity suddenly erupted from his body, and he launched into a Fist Technique, drawing gasps and cheers from the crowd.

"AWOO!"

"That’s our President Sun! So fierce!"

"Isn’t that the move you used on me last time?"

"..."

Sitting on the sofa, Chu Youdie watched Sun Zhe showing off, her expression one of annoyance. These men are so childish, she thought. They get a little drunk and completely lose their bearings.

At the same time, however, she was shocked. I can’t believe Sun Zhe is a Martial Artist!

***

Time ticked by.

「At around one in the morning.」

The executives of the Lieyang Group had all dispersed. After giving Chu Youdie a few instructions, a drunken Wang Feng also slipped away.

「In the private room’s bathroom.」

Sun Zhe was hunched over the toilet, vomiting uncontrollably. Chu Youdie supported him, her face a mask of disgust. "What is wrong with you?" she muttered. "Drinking so much and then making me take care of you."

Sun Zhe waved a hand, let out a long breath, and stood up. "Didn’t I give you a lot of tips? The tips you got tonight are more than what most people make in a lifetime. What’s wrong with taking care of me for a bit?"

Hearing this, Chu Youdie took a slow, deep breath and handed him a tissue. "I don’t want to argue with you. I’m not here for the money. Apart from my necessary expenses, the rest has to be turned in."

"Such a dutiful Hat Sister," Sun Zhe chuckled.

"But I am truly grateful to you for tonight," Chu Youdie said. If Sun Zhe hadn’t brought her to this private room, she never would have made contact with so many high-level executives from the Lieyang Group. The ring on her hand was actually a miniature camera, and she had recorded everything that had happened in the room tonight. Although it was only footage of the executives having fun, with no substantive evidence, at least she now knew what they looked like and knew their full names.

"Where do you live? I’ll take you home."

At her words, Sun Zhe’s gaze darkened as he involuntarily thought of Zhu Yan, and a sharp pain stabbed at his heart.

"I don’t want to go home. I’ll sleep at your place, or you can take me to get a room."

Chu Youdie’s face was expressionless. "For helping me, I can take care of you for one night. But if you dare to try anything else, I’ll cuff you immediately!"

Sun Zhe shrugged. "Don’t worry, I wouldn’t dare do anything to Hat Sister."

"Good."

With that, Chu Youdie helped the stumbling Sun Zhe out of the private room. Supporting a large, unsteady man while wearing high heels was truly a struggle.

「At the elevator entrance.」

Chu Youdie let Sun Zhe lean on her shoulder, heaving a long sigh. "The pigs my grandma raised back home for two years weren’t as heavy as you," she complained.

Just then, the rapid click-clack of high heels approached.

Chu Youdie looked toward the sound and saw Zhu Yan hurrying over. Without a word, she pulled Sun Zhe into her own arms.

"Ah Zhe, why are you here?"