Playboy: Medical and Martial Master-Chapter 38: Sun Zhe’s Birth Mother

Nighttime.

Huaguo Capital.

On the top floor of a skyscraper.

A cold, glamorous female CEO dressed in a tailored suit stood before the floor-to-ceiling windows, holding a glass of red wine as she quietly overlooked Kyoto’s bustling nightscape. The neon lights of the sprawling metropolis washed over the glass, reflecting her exquisitely beautiful and cool face. Her perfectly graceful curves were faintly visible. Beneath her meticulously tailored pencil skirt, the black stockings wrapping her slender legs exuded a mysterious and alluring sheen in the neon glow.

Suddenly, the phone on her desk rang.

The cold, glamorous CEO turned around. Her slender feet, clad in black silk, padded across the plush carpet as she walked over to pick up the phone.

The caller ID prominently displayed the name "Gu Lingxue."

Upon seeing this name, a rare smile appeared on the face of Kyoto’s renowned icy business queen.

"Hello, Lingxue."

"Senior Sister, when are you coming to Yang City?"

The CEO smiled faintly. "Why? I’m not in a hurry, so why are you?"

Gu Lingxue replied bitterly, "This cauldron is too powerful. If you don’t come to help me soon, I’m afraid I won’t be able to handle him alone."

Hearing this, a trace of disdain crossed the CEO’s face. She said indifferently, "Actually, even if I came, I wouldn’t touch him. My Celestial Yin Technique has already been cultivated to a realm where I no longer need men."

Gu Lingxue said sarcastically, "Yes, yes, you’re so lofty, you’re so amazing! You’re the dignified business queen of Hua Country; what ordinary man would be worthy of touching you?"

The CEO stated, "However, I have thought about it and decided to take him as my disciple. After all, a Pure Yang Holy Body is extremely rare."

"..."

Moments later, the CEO hung up the phone and walked back to her desk, lazily sinking into her office chair.

Yang City... To think that after so many years, I would have to return to this place of heartbreak. she murmured to herself, pulling an old, yellowing photograph from a drawer.

The picture showed a handsome man holding a baby in open-crotch pants.

Oh well, I’ll go for a visit. It’s been so many years. My child must be all grown up by now. I just wonder if his father left him behind in Yang City.

...

「Yang City.」

Ping’an District.

Block 5, Room 402.

Sun Zhe looked down at the photograph in his hand, his thoughts gradually drifting away. The photo’s resolution wasn’t high, and it had been taken more than twenty years ago. It was old and yellowed, so the woman in the wedding dress was blurry. Her features were indistinguishable; only her graceful figure was visible.

"Ah Zhe, when the bed arrives, where do you want to put it?" Zhu Yan asked as she walked into the room.

Sun Zhe snapped back to reality. "Just put it by the window."

"Alright, that’s what I was thinking too." Zhu Yan nodded. Her expression grew complicated as she looked at the photo frame in Sun Zhe’s hand.

Sun Zhe asked, "By the way, Little Mom, is the woman in this photo my biological mother?"

"Yes." Zhu Yan nodded gently. "After your dad and I got together, he would always stare at this photo in a daze. I think he probably could never forget your mom."

Hearing this, Sun Zhe’s heart skipped a beat. "Then what’s her name? Where is she now?"

Growing up, Sun Zhe had no memories of his parents. Whenever he saw other children in the village with their parents, wearing new clothes their parents bought them, he would long for his own.

Zhu Yan shook her head and said softly, "I don’t know her name either. Your father rarely talked to me about your mother. But I do remember... your dad once mentioned that your mother might be in Kyoto now, and that her status is quite unusual."

Kyoto? Sun Zhe thought, putting down the photo frame. He decided he would definitely take a trip to Kyoto when he got the chance and try to find the woman in the photo.

Zhu Yan asked, "Do you want to find her?"

Sun Zhe smiled slightly. "Of course. She is my biological mother, after all—the person who brought me into this world. Though I’ve long passed the age where I craved my parents’ company, there’s always been a trace of regret in my heart," he added. "But before that, I still have to find my dad first."

Zhu Yan sighed. "But there’s still no news of him. The police haven’t found any leads."

Sun Zhe said, "We’ll find him eventually."

"Yeah."

"By the way, Little Mom, I’m curious about something. How did you and Dad get together?"

Zhu Yan smiled, lost in reminiscence. "Back then, I was alone with Qiaoqiao, destitute and at a dead end. It was your father who took us in. But I always knew that he never had me in his heart, only your mother. I stayed with him simply because I was grateful and wanted to repay his kindness. There was no love between us, only gratitude and responsibility."

Sun Zhe nodded, then asked, "Then what about Qiaoqiao’s biological father..."

At these words, Zhu Yan’s expression turned cold, her eyes flashing with extreme hatred. "I don’t want to talk about that animal!"

Startled, Sun Zhe immediately shut his mouth.

Seeing that she had frightened him, Zhu Yan grew anxious. "I’m sorry, Ah Zhe! Little Mom wasn’t scolding you, I was just..."

Sun Zhe laughed it off. "It’s alright, Little Mom. I know you weren’t scolding me. You carry on with the organizing. I’ll go downstairs and find someone to help you move the bed."

...

After dinner, Sun Zhe took a shower and went to his room to sleep. He had been drained by Gu Lingxue all day, and then he’d spent the evening tidying up his room. He was truly exhausted.

...

Late that night.

In the bathroom.

Zhu Yan stared at Sun Zhe’s discarded clothes in the washing machine, and her mood plummeted. She had discovered a lipstick stain on his underwear. She didn’t have to guess what it meant for a lipstick stain to be on his underwear.

Could Ah Zhe and Director Gu have already progressed to this point? For a moment, she deeply regretted introducing Sun Zhe to Gu Lingxue.

As she imagined Gu Lingxue and Sun Zhe being intimate in the office, her heart grew increasingly sour, until it ached with a suffocating pain. She felt that if this continued, Sun Zhe would drift further and further away from her, until she lost him completely.

Ah Zhe, didn’t you say you would always protect me? Why would you be with another woman...? No, you belong to me! I can’t let her steal you away!

After a long internal struggle, the demon in her heart finally broke through the shackles of morality. She made her decision and gathered her courage, walking to the door of Sun Zhe’s room.

KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK.

She reached out and knocked lightly, but after waiting for a while, there was no response. She suddenly remembered that the handle on this door was broken and couldn’t be locked, so she gently pushed the door open.

In the pitch-dark room, Zhu Yan slowly walked to the side of the bed. She turned on the bedside lamp and gazed at the quiet, sleeping face, lost in thought.

Ah Zhe...

After a brief hesitation, she reached out and lifted the thin blanket covering Sun Zhe. Her slender hand moved toward his pajama pants. As she pulled the waistband down, the limp, sleeping dragon was exposed before her eyes. An indescribable masculine aura washed over her, making her body and mind burn with an uncontrollable heat.

She slowly climbed onto the bed, lifted her silk nightdress to reveal the beautiful meadow below, and gently straddled Sun Zhe’s waist. As the hot, sleeping dragon pressed against the tender softness within that beautiful meadow, her delicate body couldn’t help but tremble.

The enthralling heat was driving her mad.

Ah Zhe... you belong to me.