Playboy: Medical and Martial Master

Chapter 393 383: Retaliation Against Fang Jiayun

"What did you say?!"

Upon hearing Sun Zhe's words, Fang Jiayun's eyes widened in disbelief as if she'd heard the most ridiculous thing in the world.

"You actually dare to ask me to remove my clothes..."

"Sun Zhe, do you know who my father is?!"

Sun Zhe expressionless, stepped closer to her, and said calmly, "Then do you know who Ye Qiao's man is?"

Fang Jiayun was directly overwhelmed by Sun Zhe's aura, her delicate body shrinking back as if electrocuted.

"Sun Zhe... I... I'm sorry, okay?"

"I can give you money, just let me go this time, okay?"

At this point, Sun Zhe had lost his patience, coldly shouted, "Hurry up and strip for me!"

"I don't care about your stinking money!"

From the first moment he saw Fang Jiayun, Sun Zhe had been suppressing his anger.

Fortunately, Fang Jiayun is a woman; if she were a man, she would have already been beaten incapacitated by now.

"I'm really sorry..."

Fang Jiayun, tears brimming in her eyes, looked on the verge of crying, her hands clasping at the corners of her clothes, seeming pitiful.

Seeing Sun Zhe unmoved, after a brief hesitation, she slowly reached for her collarbone, gently pulling down the small strap on her shoulder.

She knew well enough that she wouldn't be able to avoid today's ordeal no matter what.

Instead of being passively humiliated, it was better to cooperate, which might lessen the torment.

In a moment.

Looking at the sizzling, voluptuous body in front of him, clad only in a light blue lace-trimmed bra, Sun Zhe couldn't help but swallow.

To be honest, regardless of character and temperament, in terms of appearance and figure alone, Fang Jiayun was definitely a rare beauty.

"Continue."

"What?"

Upon hearing his words, Fang Jiayun's body shivered, "You still want me to strip?"

"Hurry!"

Fang Jiayun pouted, tears streamed down her face.

As the bra unfastened and fell, two white mounds gently swayed, exposed to the air, glaringly catching Sun Zhe's eyes.

But at this moment, the anger in Sun Zhe's heart far outweighed his Yang Qi, so he didn't appreciate it carefully.

"I... I've stripped."

Fang Jiayun, head lowered, clutching her bra tightly, her face flushed, unsure whether from shame or anger.

"You must continue below and remove everything."

"Ah?"

Hearing this, Fang Jiayun directly burst into tears, "Sun Zhe, can you let me go?"

But Sun Zhe was hard-hearted, immune to her pitiful pleas.

Every time he saw Fang Jiayun, Sun Zhe would think of Ye Qiao crying secretly under the blankets during those nights, nearly depressed.

The vicious, blatant online comments and those media exploitations were like relentless hands pushing Ye Qiao to the cliff.

Even someone as strong as Ye Qiao couldn't bear such an internet storm.

Therefore, Sun Zhe wouldn't show any softness toward Fang Jiayun!

Soon after.

The stark naked Fang Jiayun stood in front of Sun Zhe.

She stood with her legs pressed together, one hand across her chest, the other covering below, trying to hide as much as possible, just wanting to find a hole to crawl into.

Extreme humiliation turned into endless anger, if possible, she would rather eat Sun Zhe alive!

From childhood to now, she hadn't even touched a boy's hand, and now she was stripping naked in front of a man.

Sun Zhe looked at her expressionlessly, one hand holding a phone, the other unfastening his belt, saying, "Kneel down."

A while later.

Looking at the terrifyingly large object in front of her face, like a baby's arm, Fang Jiayun's heart thumped wildly, her whole body trembling involuntarily.

Although she had seen it at the changing room door that night in Xiong City, seeing it up close was even more shocking.

Sun Zhe said calmly, "Come and taste it."

Fang Jiayun gritted her teeth, "I won't!"

"Slap!"

Sun Zhe gave her a sharp slap.

"Stop hitting... I... I'll do it."

Faced with such direct violence and pain, Fang Jiayun yielded.

If this continued, her face would be mutilated, which would be even more unworthy.

Smelling the thick atmosphere of Yang Qi, she steeled herself, closed her eyes, and leaned in.

"Ugh!"

Sun Zhe thrust himself abruptly, filling Fang Jiayun completely.

About ten minutes later.

Experiencing this sensation for the first time, Fang Jiayun suddenly got up and ran away, gripping her neck, retching, tears of humiliation filling her eyes.

Thick liquid mixed with saliva trickled from the corner of her mouth, shimmering threads hanging off her chin, flowing all over her neck, looking tragic and beautiful.

Sun Zhe, while wearing his pants and watching the screen of his phone, said, "Miss Fang, remember to check the trending topics tomorrow."

Fang Jiayun's eyes twitched at his words, turning abruptly toward Sun Zhe, "Are...Are you going to post this online?"

Sun Zhe retorted, "Otherwise?"

"You..."

Fang Jiayun was so anxious she almost stamped her feet, pleaded, "Can you let me go? If this gets posted online, how am I supposed to face others in the future?"

"Sun Zhe, I really know I was wrong, I shouldn't have treated Ye Qiao that way."

Sun Zhe shook his head lightly, seeming indifferent, "What did Ye Qiao do wrong? She was merely being intimate with her beloved, yet someone secretly filmed and posted it online."

Seeing Sun Zhe's unyielding stance, Fang Jiayun, in a fit of rage, shouted, "Sun Zhe! Do you have any conscience left? You're a beast!"

Hearing this, Sun Zhe's gaze turned cold, "When you uploaded the video, did you question your conscience? Did you consider how Ye Qiao would face others afterward?"

"She had already exited the stage, why didn't you let her go?"

"I..."

Fang Jiayun was momentarily speechless.

"Sun Zhe, I truly know my mistake, can you forgive me this once?"

Sun Zhe's mouth curled into a slight smile, "It's not that you know your mistake, you just know you're about to collapse."

"I'm the kind of person who retaliates on the spot."

"You mess with me, I'll let it go. But mess with those around me... I don't care who you are, I'll take you down!"

"Alright, Miss Fang, you can leave now."

Fang Jiayun gritted her teeth in anger, her face full of tears, picked up her clothes from the ground, put them on, and left angrily.

"Sun Zhe, just you wait!"

"I want you to die miserably!"

"..."

A moment later.

After Fang Jiayun left, Han Xinyue suddenly appeared from somewhere, walking up behind Sun Zhe, saying, "I think I remember now, she should be the eldest Miss of the Fang Family."

Sun Zhe turned to look at her, "What about the Fang Family?"

"Not simple in Yang City, outwardly low-profile, but few know there's Martial Artist influence backing them."

Upon hearing this, Sun Zhe furrowed his brows slightly.

Han Xinyue teased with a hint of mockery, "What, scared? I say, Sun Witch Master, even with Jiewu Palace now, probably can't handle the existence behind the Fang Family."

Sun Zhe shrugged nonchalantly, "Bring it on, I'll take them down."

Sun Zhe had enough confidence in his Nascent Soul Realm Great Perfection abilities.

Having said that, he took a Spirit Crane Pill from his pocket and tossed it to Han Xinyue, saying, "This is what I promised you. You provided the herbs, I refined the Spirit Crane Pill and I'll share it with you."

Han Xinyue, as if receiving a treasure, quickly caught it, then suddenly exclaimed, "Sun Zhe, are you crazy?"

Sun Zhe looked puzzled, "Why are you scolding me?"

Han Xinyue gritted her teeth, almost wanting to hit him, saying, "Such a precious item, you didn't even package it, just tossed it in your pocket, you're abusing treasure, you know that?"

Sun Zhe shrugged, "Alright, I'm heading out."

Han Xinyue pursed her lips slightly, asking, "Not staying tonight?"

Sun Zhe grinned mischievously, "What, does President Han want to wear a collar again?"

"Wear it yourself, just get out!"

"..."