Playboy: Medical and Martial Master-Chapter 159: Ye Qiao Loses Money Gambling

Inside the cramped car, Zhu Yan lay on Sun Zhe’s chest, gasping as she climaxed, her waist twitching and spasming uncontrollably.

After quite some time, she finally caught her breath.

She slowly propped herself up. Seeing the aggrieved and uncomfortable expression on Sun Zhe’s face, a hint of guilt flickered in her eyes, and she suddenly leaned in to give him a gentle kiss on the lips.

In the past twenty-odd minutes, she had been rocking on top of Sun Zhe entirely for her own pleasure, enjoying herself inside and out, but he was just getting started.

"Stepmom, aren’t you being a little selfish? I was just getting into it."

Faced with Sun Zhe’s complaint, Zhu Yan couldn’t help but giggle flirtatiously, momentarily at a loss for how to comfort him.

She slowly lifted her hips, allowing the still-raging, hot member to slip from her body. A thick, milky fluid then flowed from her stretched-out entrance, dripping onto Sun Zhe’s abdomen.

She then lifted a leg, twisted her waist, and sat down weakly beside him, exhaling a soft, fragrant scent.

"Alright, you little rascal... Stepmom will take care of you when we get back."

His face full of grievance, Sun Zhe said nothing as he grabbed a tissue to wipe away the fluid.

Seeing him look so wronged, Zhu Yan couldn’t bear it and suddenly suggested, "How about I help you finish with my mouth?"

At these words, Sun Zhe’s eyes lit up.

Zhu Yan said, "But we have to be quick."

Sun Zhe smiled mischievously. "Whether it’s quick or not depends on your skill."

Hearing this, Zhu Yan gave him a playful slap, then reached for her bag and took out a lipstick.

"Stepmom, what are you doing?"

Zhu Yan gave him a coquettish glance. "I’m applying lipstick before I go down on you. Don’t you like it?"

Sun Zhe’s heart raced, his breathing grew ragged, and he nodded vigorously. "I love it!"

A moment later, Zhu Yan put the lipstick back in her bag. She slowly bent down, using one slender hand to hold the still-drenched shaft while using the other to tuck a few stray strands of hair behind her ear, giving her head a slight toss.

Watching her endlessly alluring and charming display, Sun Zhe felt as if his entire body was about to ignite.

"Stepmom, you’re so damn seductive, yet so gentle and natural about it."

"And do you like it?"

"Mhm, I love it!"

...

About ten minutes later, a satisfied Sun Zhe zipped up his pants and got out of the car.

After Zhu Yan hurriedly cleaned up their battlefield, she also got out.

Then, they took the elevator back to the banquet hall.

After wandering around the first floor and grabbing some food to replenish their energy, they went up to the second floor with his arm around her waist.

Unexpectedly, as soon as they reached the second floor, a dejected Wang Feng came looking for them.

"President Sun, you’re finally here."

As he spoke, his eyes fell on Zhu Yan beside Sun Zhe, and he was momentarily stunned.

The moment Zhu Yan saw Wang Feng, however, she couldn’t help but feel a surge of fear.

Because Wang Feng had a vicious-looking scar on his face. Moreover, he had previously cornered her and Sun Zhe, and even helped Zhou Xiaolong kidnap her.

She never imagined that Sun Zhe would now be mixed up with someone like Wang Feng.

"Ah Zhe, why are you with him..."

Sun Zhe patted the back of Zhu Yan’s hand, giving her a reassuring look. "Don’t worry, Stepmom. I know what I’m doing."

Wang Feng bowed obsequiously to Zhu Yan. "Uh... I was wrong before, Ms. Zhu. You have a generous heart; please don’t hold it against me. If you ever need anything in Yang City, just give me a call!"

"Speaking of which, President Sun and I became friends after our little scuffle!"

"If you’re still upset, I’ll get on my knees and let you slap my face until you’re satisfied!"

Zhu Yan just gave a faint smile and said nothing.

Although she disliked people from the criminal underworld like Wang Feng, she trusted Sun Zhe.

Just then, Sun Zhe asked, "You look like you just ate shit. What happened?"

"SIGH—!"

Wang Feng heaved a long sigh. "I lost my entire fortune, damn it! If I’d known, I never would have gambled!"

"It’s all because of my itchy hands!"

"Sigh!"

Hearing this, Sun Zhe couldn’t be bothered with him.

It was his own damn fault for gambling. Who else could he blame?

But just then, Wang Feng added, "By the way, President Sun, when I came out, I saw your sister over there. It seems she’s lost quite a bit, too."

Sun Zhe frowned at his words and exchanged a glance with Zhu Yan.

Zhu Yan immediately flared up. "Qiaoqiao, that little brat! She actually dared to go gambling!"

Sun Zhe asked, "Where is she? Take me there right now."

"Right away, President Sun!"

A short while later, Wang Feng led Sun Zhe and Zhu Yan to a crowded gambling table, where they found Ye Qiao.

At that moment, Ye Qiao and Li Shiyan were there cursing and swearing, clearly blaming each other for their losses.

Sun Zhe walked over and asked, "Qiaoqiao, were you gambling?"

Ye Qiao’s face was full of bitterness. She grabbed Sun Zhe’s arm and began to act spoiled. "Brother, why did you only just get here? I’ve lost all my money!"

Zhu Yan suddenly reached out and pinched her arm hard, fuming, "You little brat, learning to gamble at such a young age! Are you trying to anger me to death?"

"Don’t even think about getting a single penny of allowance from me for the rest of the semester!"

Ye Qiao snorted softly. "Then I’ll ask my brother for it."

Zhu Yan’s expression darkened. "Ah Zhe, don’t you dare give her any either!"

Sun Zhe flinched, not daring to make a sound.

He realized that Zhu Yan was truly terrifying when she got angry. She really is the head of the household!

Meanwhile, Li Shiyan, seeing Ye Qiao getting scolded, couldn’t help but chuckle with schadenfreude.

Then she explained, "Ms. Zhu, you’ve misunderstood. We weren’t gambling with our own money. Sister Lin Miao saw we were bored, so she gave us ten million in chips to play around with."

"Who would’ve thought Qiaoqiao’s luck would be so bad? She lost it all not long after sitting down at the table."

Hearing this, Ye Qiao stamped her foot and retorted, "How is that my fault? You were the one who insisted on betting big! I kept telling you to bet small!"

"Sigh, if I’d known, I would’ve just cashed in those chips. Wouldn’t a free ten million have been great?"

Zhu Yan said sternly, "Even if the chips were a gift, you shouldn’t gamble. Gambling itself is wrong. Qiaoqiao, you need to find a way to repay that ten million to President Lin."

"If you don’t have the money, ask your brother to cover for you."

"Aiyah, Mom, I get it! I won’t gamble anymore."

Sun Zhe reached out and rubbed Ye Qiao’s head. "Alright, I’ll help you out this once. I’ll win it back for you."

At his words, Ye Qiao’s eyes lit up. "How are you going to win it back? Brother, do you have a plan?"

A small smile played on Sun Zhe’s lips. "You’re looking at the Gambling God. Just bet wherever I tell you to. By the way, do you have any chips left?"

"We still have some!" Li Shiyan suddenly produced a five-hundred-thousand chip. "This is all we have left."

Sun Zhe nodded. "Watch me turn the tables for you."

At this, Zhu Yan grew anxious and hurriedly grabbed Sun Zhe’s arm. "Ah Zhe, are you going to fool around with your sister, too? It’s better not to."

"Don’t worry, Stepmom. I’m not hopeless like Qiaoqiao. My win is guaranteed."

Hearing this, Ye Qiao’s face immediately fell. "Hey, Sun Zhe! Do you think that was polite?"

Zhu Yan said, "Everyone who starts gambling thinks they’ll win, but the people at these tables are all seasoned regulars. How do you plan to win against them?"

"Stepmom, just trust me this once."

"Sigh... I really don’t know what to do with you two."