Playboy: Medical and Martial Master

Chapter 389 379: Zhou Xiaolong's Fury

Zhou Xiaolong sneaked inside the car, eyes fixed on the restaurant entrance, teeth nearly gnashing to pieces.

"She said she was meeting an important client, yet she's here at a place like this!"

"It's likely for a secret rendezvous with a lover!"

As far as Zhou Xiaolong knows Han Xinyue, she would never meet clients at such a restaurant, especially not so-called very important ones.

So he's certain that Han Xinyue is here for a clandestine meeting.

After a long wait.

Zhou Xiaolong finally saw Han Xinyue step out.

Once she exited the restaurant, Han Xinyue strode towards the parking lot with her long, slender legs.

"Why is mom alone?"

"Could I have been mistaken?"

Full of doubts, as Zhou Xiaolong searched around, he suddenly noticed a familiar figure.

As he focused on that figure, Zhou Xiaolong's eyes widened, followed by an eruption of fury.

"Sun Zhe?!"

"It's actually him!"

"How could mom be with that scoundrel Sun Zhe…"

For a moment, Zhou Xiaolong felt like needles were piercing his heart.

In his view, Sun Zhe and Han Xinyue kept a certain distance, walking one behind the other towards the parking lot, and finally Sun Zhe got into the Maybach that Han Xinyue bought last year.

"Bang!"

Witnessing this scene, Zhou Xiaolong couldn't hold back any longer and slammed a fist against the car window.

He was seeing red, quivering with anger.

If Han Xinyue were with someone else, even if it meant keeping a toy boy or hiring a male model from a night club, he could accept it.

But he couldn't possibly accept Han Xinyue being involved with Sun Zhe!

What was even more intolerable was that Han Xinyue often voiced her desire for revenge on Sun Zhe, expressing her hatred towards him, only to secretly meet with Sun Zhe.

To play such double games is truly disgusting!

"Sun Zhe, you bastard!"

"…"

Meanwhile.

Han Xinyue remained unaware of being followed by her beloved son.

All that occupied her mind, all she anticipated, was the joy she was about to experience.

After getting in the car, she started the engine, concealing her inner heat, and casually asked, "Where to?"

Sun Zhe, seated in the passenger seat, didn't answer, seemed not to hear her, turned to look at the pile of gadgets in the back and gave a knowing smile.

"You've even prepared props, looks like President Han means to take me down tonight."

At this, Han Xinyue blushed but didn't show it, staring at the windshield, and calmly replied, "You're overthinking it, those were used with a toy boy before, not prepared for you."

Sun Zhe simply smiled without a word, buckled his seatbelt, "Let's head to the outskirts."

"…"

Soon.

Han Xinyue drove to the dark outskirts, stopping by a village road.

The bright moonlight mixed with the night colors spread across the land, frogs croaking incessantly in the fields.

Enjoying the rare tranquility, Han Xinyue slowly spread her arms, raised her head and squinted, recalling her childhood home, her heart filled with thousands of emotions.

However, during her reverie, Sun Zhe had already opened the back door and took out a black leather collar among the props.

The collar had a long iron chain attached.

Seeing this, Han Xinyue's heart trembled, a bad premonition gnawing at her, she stammered, "Sun Zhe, what are you doing with that?"

Sun Zhe turned to her with an evil smile, "These props are all new, completely unused. They're surely prepared for me, right?"

"I…I absolutely did not…"

Han Xinyue's face turned beet red, her waffling making her seem guilty, suddenly regretting she brought these gadgets before heading out.

As Sun Zhe stated, she felt sure she would take control of Sun Zhe tonight, hence preparing these props.

Who could have expected, she'd ultimately be outmaneuvered by Sun Zhe.

Sun Zhe said, "You were the one who insisted you'd obey me tonight."

Han Xinyue bit her silver teeth, retorting angrily, "Then what do you want?"

Sun Zhe pondered, "Come over here first. Such a pretty collar, it'd be a waste not to wear it."

Han Xinyue pursed her lips, trembling as she walked toward him.

A short while later.

Once Sun Zhe fastened the collar around her neck, Han Xinyue wished she could just crash her head against something to be rid of it.

Previously she was the one putting collars on others, but now the tables have turned.

Yet, that extreme shame gave her an odd thrill.

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To avoid drawing attention, Zhou Xiaolong hadn't been driving too closely, maintaining a distance unlikely to be noticed.

After parking in the outskirts, gazing at Han Xinyue's car lights from afar, he decided to approach on foot.

"Came to such wilderness, really?"

"What exactly are they planning to do?"

Though he already had certain assumptions, he still wanted to witness with his own eyes, subconsciously believing Han Xinyue wouldn't hook up with Sun Zhe.

Soon.

He neared Han Xinyue's Maybach, and under the dim glow of still-on car lights, he squinted and froze like a statue, thunderstruck.

That unsightly scene seared into his view, making him feel as if his heart was bleeding!

Beside the car, Han Xinyue hesitated, stripped down to just pantyhose hugging her slender waist.

What Zhou Xiaolong found hardest to stomach was that Han Xinyue's neck bore a collar!

Even more, a leash was affixed to the collar!

For a moment, Zhou Xiaolong felt as if his lungs were about to explode, fists clenched tightly, fingernails almost broaching his palms.

"Han Xinyue, how can you be so shameless?"

"He is the enemy who hurt your son!"

"Yet you choose to still…"

But strangely, witnessing that absurd scene stirred a bizarre thrill in Zhou Xiaolong's heart.

He swallowed secretly, creeping closer for a clearer view.

For the first time, he realized, Han Xinyue indeed had such a stunning figure, deserving of being the top beauty in Yang City from the past generation.

Just then, he saw Han Xinyue being led by Sun Zhe to the side, after which she knelt in front of Sun Zhe and began serving him.

Observing those unclear shapes from afar, just gauging from their gestures, Zhou Xiaolong discerned what Han Xinyue was doing at that moment.

"Han Xinyue, you are the matriarch of the Zhou Family, Yang City's business tycoon, President Han!"

"How could you… be so debased like a dog!"

"…"

With clenched jaw, Zhou Xiaolong's eyes were bloodshot, watching Han Xinyue subjected like this without shame, he wished desperately to rush over and strike down that pair!

Moments later.

Through his blurred vision, Zhou Xiaolong watched Han Xinyue slowly stand upright, used the back of her hand to wipe her mouth, murmured something resentful to Sun Zhe, upon which Sun Zhe reacted fiercely, pressing her against a tree.

Then he saw Sun Zhe lift one of Han Xinyue's long slender legs with one hand, while Han Xinyue also wrapped her arms around Sun Zhe's neck.

A while passed.

With Sun Zhe's sudden thrust, a prolonged and alluring moan floated through the night, contrasting the background noise of chirping insects.

Though in Zhou Xiaolong's ears, it sounded like torturous melody.

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