Playboy: Medical and Martial Master

Chapter 384 374: Trending on the Hot Search!

"Ah, I suppose that's the only way," Zhu Yan sighed helplessly, suddenly feeling as if she had aged ten years. "We're adults now. We have to take responsibility for our own actions."

Sun Zhe reached out and wrapped an arm around her fragrant shoulders. "Yan'Er, trust me. I will definitely resolve this."

"Of course I trust you."

"It's getting late. Let's go to bed."

Zhu Yan tensed. She reached down with a delicate hand to push away Sun Zhe's, which was slowly sliding into her nightgown. "Don't even think about it," she said coyly. "You're sleeping on the sofa tonight. I'm sleeping with Qiaoqiao."

Sun Zhe hurriedly pulled back his hand, coughed lightly, and gave Zhu Yan a pure, innocent smile. "Actually, that's what I was thinking too."

Zhu Yan rolled her eyes at him, then turned and walked toward the bedroom. "Go on, keep pretending."

Watching the sexy, alluring woman walk away, Sun Zhe's expression turned bitter. He suddenly regretted rejecting Xie Yunwan earlier. If he hadn't turned her down, he'd probably be in a hotel room getting wild with her right now.

Oh well, I'd better just go cultivate.

Helpless, Sun Zhe jumped onto the sofa and sat cross-legged. After two hours of cultivation, he finally lay down to sleep.

「The next morning.」

Sun Zhe woke up slowly. The first thing he did upon opening his eyes was grab his phone.

As he had anticipated, the video had gone viral online and was already trending. The headlines were mostly about "Heavenly Queen Xie's junior sister getting intimate with her boyfriend in the changing room after the show."

Damn... this is a real mess now.

Cursing the videographer's entire lineage in his mind, Sun Zhe jumped off the sofa with his morning wood and walked into the bathroom, planning to vent his anger by taking a crap.

Just as he was sitting on the toilet scrolling through his phone, a sleepy-eyed Ye Qiao suddenly walked in.

"Qiaoqiao..."

Sun Zhe hurriedly turned off his phone, looking at Ye Qiao with a guilty conscience.

Ye Qiao glanced at him, walked to the sink, and set down the stack of books on medical arts she was carrying. She then picked up her toothbrush and began squeezing toothpaste onto it, acting as if he wasn't there.

"What's up?"

"Um... why did you come in?"

Ye Qiao replied while brushing her teeth, "Mom's using the bathroom in our room."

"Oh, I see."

"It's not like I haven't seen you on the toilet before. Just hurry up and finish; we have to go to the airport later."

"Uh, okay."

Ye Qiao suddenly turned to look at him, her eyes full of suspicion. "You're acting a little weird today. Tell me, did you do something you feel guilty about?"

Sun Zhe let out a relaxed laugh. "Of course not. What could I possibly have done to feel guilty about?"

Ye Qiao ignored him and continued brushing her teeth.

Sun Zhe breathed a sigh of relief. He picked up his phone to look at the trending topics, then secretly glanced at Ye Qiao, his expression a complicated mix of emotions.

Although he had decided last night to tell her about this, now that he was actually facing her, he didn't know how to begin. Moreover, Ye Qiao seemed to be in a much better mood this morning, as if nothing had happened last night. He really didn't want to make her upset all over again.

But Sun Zhe also knew that this was something he definitely couldn't hide from her. Even if he didn't say anything, she would surely see the trending topics as soon as she looked at her phone.

Forget it, I have to tell her.

Just as Sun Zhe made up his mind, Ye Qiao, having finished brushing her teeth, started to take off her clothes.

The silky, lace-trimmed camisole nightdress slid off her fair skin, revealing a perfectly curved, tempting body right before Sun Zhe's eyes.

Damn! Sun Zhe cursed inwardly as his internal Yang Qi began to stir restlessly.

Ye Qiao, however, acted as if he didn't exist. After taking off her nightdress, she picked up a pair of lace-patterned panties from the side, bent over, lifted one elegant leg, and skillfully put them on.

Then, she picked up a sexy, exquisite bra and began putting it on. Catching his reflection in the mirror, she smirked. "What, getting turned on already?"

Sun Zhe turned his face away, forcing himself to calm down. "Who was the little wimp that surrendered first in the changing room last night?"

Hearing that, Ye Qiao's cheeks puffed out, and she waved a small fist at him. "Are you looking for a beating?"

Sun Zhe suddenly said, "Someone recorded what we did in the changing room."

Ye Qiao's heart jolted. The smile on her face instantly froze. "How did you know?"

Sun Zhe handed her the phone. "See for yourself."

A moment later, a SMACK echoed through the bathroom.

Sitting on the toilet, Sun Zhe looked at his phone lying on the floor, a bitter look on his face. "Hey, Sister Qiao, don't smash my phone! I just had the screen replaced."

Ye Qiao's face was beet-red. Her fists clenched tightly as she scrolled through the vile comments under the trending news, and she felt her world collapsing. Comments like "Goddess on stage, rich boy's plaything off-stage" were everywhere, one after another.

"Fang Jiayun! It must be Fang Jiayun!"

Sun Zhe frowned. "How can you be so sure it was her?"

Ye Qiao's body was trembling as she spoke, her voice quivering. "She came to find me after you left last night... She threatened me with the video and told me to leave the stage."

Hearing this, Sun Zhe's gaze darkened. "No wonder she took your place on stage last night. Why didn't you tell me then?"

"At the time, I thought that if I just left the stage and didn't compete with her, the matter would pass and she wouldn't release the video. I can't believe that two-faced bitch would go back on her word and upload it anyway!" she cried. "Sun Xiaoze, what are we going to do? How can I ever face anyone again?"

Seeing her on the verge of tears, Sun Zhe quickly stood up to pull her into his arms. "Qiaoqiao, don't worry, I'm here."

Ye Qiao pushed him away. "You haven't even pulled up your pants or wiped your butt."

"Uh..."

Embarrassed, Sun Zhe sat back down on the toilet. "Actually, Sister Yun Wan and I already talked about this last night."

Ye Qiao asked anxiously, "What did she say?"

"Don't worry, she'll get her PR team to issue a clarification for you. Once we get back to Yang City, I'll have her help me set up a meeting with Fang Jiayun."

Ye Qiao gritted her teeth. "I'm going too. I'm going to beat her to a pulp!"

Sun Zhe said, "You can't hit her."

"Why not? After what she did to me!"

"I'll do it," Sun Zhe said.

"Oh."

"I've already figured out a way to handle this," Sun Zhe continued. "Just leave it to me."

"Really?"

"Really."

"I trust you!"

"So, uh, if you're done changing, could you head out? I still need to finish my business here."

"..."

After Ye Qiao left the bathroom, Sun Zhe opened his contacts. He hesitated for a long moment before finally dialing a number he'd been avoiding.

A few seconds later, the call connected. A mature, commanding female voice came through. "What's up?"

Sun Zhe asked, "Are you back in Yang City?"

"I am."

"I'm heading back soon too," Sun Zhe said. "Want to meet up?"

"What? Miss me?"

Sun Zhe laughed. "Our President Han is as beautiful as a flower, an absolute charmer. Of course I've been thinking about you day and night."

"Cut the crap. Are you trying to sweet-talk me like I'm some little girl? Just say what you want."

"Let's talk when we meet."

"I'm just afraid my master will kill you if we do."

Sun Zhe's heart skipped a beat. "She's still in Yang City?"

"..."