Playboy: Medical and Martial Master-Chapter 211: The Actor Hired by Su Nanzhi

"Engaged?"

Hearing Su Nanzhi’s words, Sun Zhe gave the man in the suit a deep look. The man, from his stature and appearance to his overall temperament, was clearly a successful person. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

Sun Zhe suddenly felt a prick of discomfort in his heart, as if he’d been jabbed by a needle. But he also understood that he had no right to feel that way.

So he nodded imperceptibly and said with a relaxed smile, "Congratulations, President Su, on finding such a good match!"

"Thank you." Su Nanzhi smiled faintly, looking serene and elegant, polite and graceful.

However, when she saw Leng Yueshuang beside Sun Zhe, an almost imperceptible hostility flashed through her eyes. Leng Yueshuang’s appearance and figure alone were enough to make her, the so-called "most beautiful woman in Yang City," feel a slight threat.

She glanced at Sun Zhe curiously and asked, "And who might this be...?"

Before Sun Zhe could answer, Leng Yueshuang suddenly linked arms with him and smiled. "Hello, I’m his girlfriend, Leng Yueshuang."

"Leng Yueshuang?" Su Nanzhi’s eyes narrowed slightly. "The Leng Yueshuang from Lieyang Group?"

"The very same."

Su Nanzhi nodded politely. "I’ve heard so much about you."

Leng Yueshuang said, "We have something to attend to, so we’ll take our leave."

Only after Sun Zhe and Leng Yueshuang had departed did Su Nanzhi release the man in the suit.

Watching their figures gradually disappear into the crowd, her eyes involuntarily reddened, as if the wind had blown sand into them. She suddenly felt the night wind was freezing, cold as a knife slicing through her heart.

Just then, a large hand stretched out in front of her. "Hey, beautiful. About that three hundred yuan for playing along with your act?"

"Ah... right. I’ll transfer it to you." Su Nanzhi snapped back to reality, hurriedly retrieving her phone from her bag.

"Thanks, beautiful! So generous!"

A short while later, after the man in the suit had left cheerfully, Su Nanzhi looked up at the night sky, suddenly slapped her forehead, and let out a long sigh.

Su Nanzhi, are you stupid?

Couldn’t you have just avoided him?

Why did you have to grab a random passerby to put on an act?

Who were you even putting on a show for? Didn’t you see how happy they looked?

Su Nanzhi had only come here tonight to clear her head. Because of her earlier confession to Sun Zhe, she was in low spirits.

When she was a little girl, whenever she was unhappy or sad, she would come to the beach, take a walk along Lover’s Lane, and watch the happy couples. Seeing them would always lift her spirits.

But she never expected that while walking here tonight, she would run into Sun Zhe—and he would have another woman by his side.

So, on a whim, she found a decent-looking passerby and offered him three hundred yuan to play along.

***

The moonlight was bright and clear on the sandy shore where white-capped waves rolled in.

Leng Yueshuang bent down, elegantly removing her high heels, and then naturally handed them to Sun Zhe.

Sun Zhe grumbled, "You really expect me to carry your shoes for you?"

Leng Yueshuang ignored him, stepping toward the incoming waves. Her beautiful feet, clad in flesh-toned stockings, pressed into the wet sand, leaving behind a series of enchanting footprints.

She stood among the waves, tilted her face to the sky, and slowly opened her arms to embrace the evening breeze. The cool sea wind blew gently around her. As she stood there, hair flying and dress fluttering, she was so beautiful she seemed otherworldly.

Watching her from behind, Sun Zhe suddenly felt a little intoxicated.

Leng Yueshuang said, "It feels nice to come to the beach for the breeze every once in a while."

Her words brought Sun Zhe back to his senses. He walked up to her and said, "Be careful not to step on a shell and cut your foot."

"Are you worried about me?"

"Of course."

Leng Yueshuang suddenly held out her hand. "Give me the shoes."

"Weren’t you going to have me carry them?"

"I’ll carry them myself. You carry me."

Sun Zhe was exasperated. "Do you have to be this lazy?"

But on second thought, carrying such a fragrant, soft beauty while his back enjoyed a gentle massage seemed like a pretty good deal. This was no loss at all.

He turned his back to her and squatted down. "Hop on."

Leng Yueshuang jumped onto his back. "I’m just too lazy to take off my stockings. Besides, I barely weigh a hundred pounds."

Sun Zhe chuckled, wrapping his hands under her stocking-clad legs and lifting her as if she weighed nothing. "I could carry ten of you!"

Leng Yueshuang patted his shoulder. "Let’s go for a walk over there."

"So you’re really treating me as your personal transport?" Sun Zhe asked.

"Or my steed," Leng Yueshuang replied.

Sun Zhe laughed and strode forward, leaving a long trail of footprints on the sand.

Time drifted by. As they walked, Sun Zhe suddenly stopped. He looked up at a tent ahead, and an odd expression appeared on his face.

There was a light on inside the tent, revealing the entwined silhouettes of a man and a woman. The woman was straddling the man’s stomach, rising and falling. Her head was thrown back as she kneaded her own breasts, crying out loudly.

Leng Yueshuang blushed and commented with disdain, "How dare they fool around in a tent on the beach... People are so brazen nowadays."

Sun Zhe said, "They’re probably foreigners. Foreigners are usually more open about this stuff."

"How do you know?"

"Listen closely. The woman’s speaking nothing but English profanities... things like ’fuck me’ and ’come on, baby’..."

Leng Yueshuang couldn’t help but laugh. "Have you no shame?"

Sun Zhe turned his head to look at her, but as he was about to speak, he froze. Her chin was resting on his shoulder, so when he turned, their lips were suddenly inches apart.

Their eyes met, and the air grew still. As Sun Zhe inhaled her faint, fragrant breath, he felt the Yang Qi within him stir restlessly.

Leng Yueshuang abruptly turned her face away. Raising a delicate hand to brush her hair from her ear, she asked, "Do we keep going, or do we head back?"

"Whatever you say."

"Let’s go to my place," Leng Yueshuang said.

Sun Zhe grinned. "Did watching them get you in the mood, too?"

Leng Yueshuang pursed her lips. "I’m not."

"You’re sure?"

"Why so many questions?"

「In the bustling downtown of Yang City.」

Inside a luxurious apartment, just after they walked through the door, Sun Zhe impatiently pulled Leng Yueshuang into his arms.

"President Leng... how about we just get right to it?" Sun Zhe held her, aggressively pinning her against the wall.

"I don’t want to..." Leng Yueshuang turned her head, dodging his fervent lips. "Let me take a shower first."

Sun Zhe leaned close, gently nibbling her soft earlobe. "I prefer you natural."

"Ngh... that tickles..."

Sun Zhe suddenly raised his knee, forcibly prying apart her tightly closed, stocking-clad legs. "How much does it tickle?"

The bag she was holding slipped from her grasp. She reached up to place her hands on Sun Zhe’s shoulders, her voice weak and tender. "Don’t be like last time... It hurt for a long time before I recovered."

Sun Zhe didn’t reply, lowering his head to bite her fair neck.

"Ngh... Don’t bite..."

"Sun Zhe, did you even hear what I said?"