Playboy: Medical and Martial Master-Chapter 262: Little Miao’s Contrasting Sides

In the villa courtyard, the air suddenly became silent.

Just as Zhu Yan was inwardly marveling at Lin Miao's pristine innocence, the door of the nearby Audi A6 suddenly opened. She looked toward the sound, only to see a pair of slender, fair legs wrapped in shiny white, thigh-high stockings stepping out.

"President Lin..."

Seeing Lin Miao walking toward her, Zhu Yan couldn't help but be a bit stunned. Lin Miao's outfit today was strikingly at odds with her usual identity and demeanor.

Lin Miao glanced at Zhu Yan, feeling a bit embarrassed, yet still carried herself with grace as she walked up to greet her.

"Senior Sister, we meet again."

Upon hearing "Senior Sister," Zhu Yan's gaze suddenly softened, and she smiled. "Last time at Shengshi Court, you were still President Lin."

Lin Miao glanced at Lin Shuqing and sighed softly. "What President Lin? It might look glamorous on the surface, but I'm really just working for Jiewu Palace."

Lin Shuqing gave a faint smile. "You sound a bit disgruntled. How about I find you a different job?"

Lin Miao giggled. "No, thank you! I still prefer being a CEO."

At this moment, Zhu Yan gave Lin Miao a deep look and said, "Ah Zhe is sleeping upstairs. He should be waking up soon."

"Mm... I know." Lin Miao's face flushed with a shy blush, and she found it hard to meet Zhu Yan's gaze. She knew, of course, that Zhu Yan was aware of why she had come to see Sun Zhe today. It was a mutual, unspoken understanding.

"Senior Sister."

"Hm?"

"Then I'll just... go up and find him?"

"Mhm, go ahead."

"..."

A short while after Lin Miao had left, Lin Shuqing returned to the car to retrieve her handbag, from which she took out a notebook and handed it to Zhu Yan.

Zhu Yan looked curious. "What's this?"

Lin Shuqing chuckled. "Sister Yan, take this Cloud Smoke Soft Palm and practice it. Although it isn't considered a top-tier Palm Technique, it's just right for your current stage and will be more than sufficient."

Hearing this, Zhu Yan's beautiful eyes lit up. "So this is a Secret Martial Arts Manual?"

Lin Shuqing smiled. "You could see it that way. However, in the Martial Artist Realm, all techniques that require one's own True Qi to execute are collectively referred to as 'Martial Arts'."

She continued, "For example, Sun Zhe's True Qi Thunder Transformation and the Witch's Step can all be considered Martial Arts."

Zhu Yan nodded. "I understand." Then she asked again, "By the way, Palace Master, what's the difference between 'Martial Arts' and 'Cultivation Techniques'?"

Lin Shuqing thought for a moment before explaining, "If you compare a person's body to a computer, then a 'Cultivation Technique' is the operating system."

"And 'Martial Arts' are like applications downloaded onto the computer, each serving a different purpose."

Zhu Yan's expression was one of sudden realization. She silently admired Lin Shuqing's clarity, thinking how she truly lived up to her reputation as a teacher, explaining the difference between 'Martial Arts' and 'Cultivation Techniques' so clearly with just a few simple words.

Lin Shuqing continued, "As for raising your Cultivation Realm, you can think of that as upgrading the computer's hardware. You've used a computer, so you should know that the higher the hardware level, the better the system and software will perform. Of course, some systems also come with pre-installed, bundled software. For instance, the Cultivation Technique Sun Zhe practices awakens a special ability once he reaches a certain level."

Zhu Yan smiled. "Listening to your explanation, Palace Master, I understand everything now. You truly are a natural teacher."

Lin Shuqing gave a gentle smile, her gaze meeting Zhu Yan's. "Although you've already reached the Qi Refining Realm, your cultivation was brute-forced with elixirs. So, what you need to do now is consolidate your foundation and completely transform that power into your own."

Zhu Yan nodded earnestly. "I understand, Palace Master."

"Sister Yan, you don't have to call me Palace Master in private. Just use my name. And there's no need for formalities like bowing when we meet anymore. Things are different now; this is the 21st century."

Zhu Yan smiled. "To be honest, always calling you Palace Master and having to bow when we meet feels quite unnatural to me, too."

Lin Shuqing suddenly reached out and looped her arm through Zhu Yan's. "Sun Zhe says your cooking is exceptional, especially your braised pork."

"Then I'll cook it for you tonight?"

"Mhm!"

"..."

「At the same time.」

On the second floor of the villa, Sun Zhe, still deep in sleep, suddenly let out a massive sneeze. When he woke up and opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was Lin Miao sitting on his stomach.

"Miaomiao?"

At that moment, Lin Miao was frozen like a statue, a single strand of her own hair still pinched between her fingers. Sun Zhe didn't need to guess; this little minx must have been tickling his nose with her hair, which made him sneeze.

Looking at Lin Miao, whose face was now sprayed with his spittle, Sun Zhe couldn't help but let out a gleeful laugh.

"You're still laughing? You're the worst!" Lin Miao's face was a mask of playful ferocity. She flailed her arms indignantly before her delicate hips, which were resting on his stomach, suddenly pressed down hard.

"OOF!" Sun Zhe cried out in pain, nearly having the wind knocked out of him.

"Sister Miao, I was wrong..."

Lin Miao snorted softly and rolled off the bed. "Such a lazy pig, still sleeping at this hour."

Sun Zhe retorted indignantly, "I'm recuperating, okay?" As he spoke, he suddenly froze, his eyes now glued to Lin Miao. He was only just now realizing how different her style of dress was today.

She was wearing a deep blue, pleated plaid skirt. Her long, gorgeous legs were clad in white, thigh-high stockings, their exquisite lace tops cinched gently against her pale thighs and adorned with ribbon bows. On her feet were a pair of black, British-style high-heeled leather shoes.

A white, short-sleeved blouse fit her upper body perfectly, its fabric tracing the extreme curves of her graceful figure. The two peaks on her chest seemed ready to burst the buttons, while the hem of the shirt was neatly tucked into her skirt, making the lines of her waist and hips all the more clear and captivating. A blue bow tie was tied at her collar.

The dignified president of a major corporation was suddenly decked out in this innocently seductive style. Anyone who didn't know better would assume she was a campus belle from some university.

"Miaomiao, why are you dressed so sweetly today?"

With a hint of shyness in her eyes, Lin Miao lightly held the hem of her skirt and did a slow spin by the side of the bed.

"Do you like it?"

The forceful combination of her shyness and her deliberately poised demeanor created a contradictory charm that made her even more enchanting.

Sun Zhe didn't answer her question. The towering, pyramid-shaped tent in his blankets had already answered for him.

Lin Miao peeked at the "pyramid" under the covers and said coquettishly, "I figured I'd be coming to... do that with you today, so I dressed up specially for you. Don't you like the sweet and sultry type, like Qiaoqiao and Shiyan?"

Sun Zhe's expression was strange. "How do you know I like Qiaoqiao's type?"

Lin Miao rolled her eyes. "Yingchun told me."

Sun Zhe laughed. "Your sister really gets me."

Lin Miao rolled her eyes at him again. "To be precise, all you men are the same. As long as a woman has a pretty face and a great body, you like her no matter the style."

Sun Zhe smiled. "It seems our little President Miao understands men well."

Suddenly, Lin Miao yanked the covers off him, pounced, and pinned him down. She leaned in and pressed her lips to his in a fleeting kiss, light as a dragonfly touching water.

"Smelly Witch Master, is my lipstick sweet?"

Sun Zhe licked his lips. "You were too fast. I didn't get a taste."

"Then taste it again."

"Hmm, it does seem a little sweet."

"We should start our cultivation."

Sun Zhe wrapped his arms around her slender waist, pulling the hem of her shirt free from her skirt. His large hands then slid mischievously downward, squeezing her plump, supple bottom through the fabric of her skirt.

"Miaomiao, are you really sure about this?"

Lin Miao's hand slipped under his shirt to caress his abs as she replied shyly, "Didn't we agree last time? That we would cultivate together once my leg was healed. And besides, I need to help you suppress your injuries right now anyway. The Palace Master told me... that the Initial Blood Yin Essence of the Lin Family is very effective. By the way, how exactly did you get hurt?"

Sun Zhe chuckled. "Just a mishap during cultivation that led to a Qi deviation."

"Really? You're not lying to me?"

"Really."

"Liars are puppies."

Sun Zhe nodded. I'm going to be your big bad wolf in a minute anyway, so what's the harm in being a puppy first?

Staring at his dry lips, Lin Miao's breath was fragrant as she asked, "Witch Master, your lips are so dry. Want me to put some balm on them for you?"

Sun Zhe was astonished. "Yingchun even told you about 'putting on balm'?"

Lin Miao giggled. "So... are you going to let me or not?"

A wave of heat washed over Sun Zhe. "Then I can't be the one losing out. I'll have to give you an oral expansion exercise in return."

"I don't want it! That's gross."

"I don't mind you being salty."

"You're the salty one! This fairy is sweet!"

"Did you coat yourself in honey?"

"This fairy has her own built-in, all-natural flower nectar, so why would I need honey? If you don't believe me, you can taste it for yourself."

"..."