Want to cry, but couldn’t shed a tear.

Feeling wronged, but deep down there was joy, even an anticipation for the next time.

Her gaze fell on the red stain that had already seeped into the fibers of the bedsheet. Fang Jiayun felt increasingly complex emotions, muttering to herself, "Scumbag, I’ve really fallen for you."

...

...

Nighttime.

On the dazzlingly colorful road.

Sun Zhe sat in a taxi, watching the passing cars outside the window, suddenly feeling an urge to buy a car.

Although taking a taxi wasn’t troublesome, driving oneself was more convenient.

"Hmm, it’s time to buy a car."

As soon as the thought surfaced, Sun Zhe decisively made the decision.

With billions in hand now, buying a car really was just a blink-of-an-eye matter.

Just as Sun Zhe was pondering what car to buy, his phone suddenly rang.

Seeing the caller ID, he found out it was Fang Ruoxue calling.

"Hello, Chairman Fang."

"Where are you, Sun Zhe?!"

Sun Zhe heard the urgency in Fang Ruoxue’s tone and frowned, "I’m at home, what’s up?"

"You better come over and take a look, my husband... he seems to have a situation!"

Hearing this, Sun Zhe’s heart sank, silently thinking he’d just left her house, and now he had to go back again. What the hell was this?

This truly is the work of a time management master!

But he had promised Fang Ruoxue to notify him immediately if Zhou Yao had any issues.

Now that Fang Ruoxue mentioned it, this was a matter of life and death, he couldn’t refuse.

"Driver, please turn around, go to where I just boarded."

"..."

...

Fang Family Villa.

In the spacious and luxurious living room.

Fang Ruoxue had just returned from the company, still wearing her professional skirt suit and black silk heels, with long hair coiled elegantly atop her head, and a pair of golden-framed glasses.

Her voluptuous curves were perfectly displayed under the white blouse, and with that cold yet breathtaking face, she truly epitomized the term "dominant woman".

Fang Jiayun, in conservative pajamas, was hugging a plush toy on the sofa, her head lowered as she softly asked, "Mom, do you really want him to come home?"

Fang Ruoxue stared at her, her tone reproachful, "I told you to watch your dad at home, what have you been doing?"

Hearing this, Fang Jiayun couldn’t help but recall the earlier hours of storm and tempest, instinctively clenching her legs, apologetically saying, "I’m sorry, Mom, I fell asleep."

"..."

When Fang Ruoxue just got home, she had given her quite a scare.

Because she was in the middle of cleaning up the crime scene, dealing with the mess Sun Zhe left behind, and even had to change the bed sheets.

When Fang Ruoxue returned, she hurriedly changed into conservative pajamas to cover the marks and hickeys on her neck, not even having time to shower, and now feeling sticky all over.

Especially that place, not only red and swollen, but also constantly oozing sticky stuff, making walking extremely awkward, even a simple step difficult.

Fortunately, Fang Ruoxue didn’t notice anything unusual and didn’t check her room.

If Fang Ruoxue had gone in and smelled the lingering scents or seen the nylons in the trash, it would have been a disaster!

However.

What Fang Jiayun didn’t know was that Fang Ruoxue’s severity and reproach were all an act.

In fact, Fang Ruoxue was even more guilty than her.

Because Zhou Yao was still fine, nothing had happened at all; she just wanted to use Zhou Yao as an excuse to meet Sun Zhe again.

And the reason she wanted to meet Sun Zhe was that she wanted to cultivate with his help.

As a Martial Artist, nothing was more important than breaking through in cultivation!

...

As time ticked by.

While the mother and daughter each harbored their own thoughts, the smart butler suddenly alerted that someone was knocking on the door.

Taking out her phone and seeing Sun Zhe standing outside the main gate on the surveillance screen, Fang Ruoxue’s heart couldn’t help but skip a beat, both nervous and expectant, yet she remained calm, saying to Fang Jiayun, "When the Divine Doctor comes later, let him come straight upstairs. I’ll go check on your dad first."

"Okay, got it, Mom."

Watching Fang Ruoxue’s graceful ascent with her long black-silk clad legs, Fang Jiayun was full of worry, fearing the situation might unravel, quickly putting down her plush toy and running out of the living room to open the door for Sun Zhe.

...

At the villa entrance.

Fang Jiayun opened the door, looking at Sun Zhe with a complicated expression.

"Miss Fang, we meet again."

Fang Jiayun pulled him inside forcefully, warning, "Make sure you don’t slip up later. If my mom finds out, you’re dead!"

Sun Zhe, nonchalant, shrugged, "Got it, got it."

Fang Jiayun’s tone sank, adding, "And you promised me not to touch my mom again. After checking my dad, just leave."

"Alright, alright, Miss Fang, as you say!"

Sun Zhe replied impatiently, perfunctorily agreeing.

Soon after.

Sun Zhe headed to the second floor of the villa, entering Fang Ruoxue’s bedroom.

Upon entering, he saw Fang Ruoxue looking heart-wrenched, sitting on the edge of the bed, touching Zhou Yao’s cheek, eyes brimming with hot tears.

Sun Zhe asked, "What’s the situation?"

Fang Ruoxue quickly turned to Sun Zhe, saying hastily, "I saw my husband coughing nonstop when I got back, Divine Doctor Sun, what’s going on?"

Hearing this, Sun Zhe lightly frowned, giving Fang Ruoxue a deep look, and asked, "Severe coughing or mild?"

"Severe coughing."

Sun Zhe said, "Take off his clothes, let me examine him."

Hearing this, Fang Ruoxue looked at Fang Jiayun, who was standing by Sun Zhe, "Yun’er, step out for a moment."

Fang Jiayun stealthily pinched Sun Zhe on the back, as if warning him, "Got it, Mom. Call if you need me."

After a short while.

Once Fang Jiayun left, Fang Ruoxue quickly stripped Zhou Yao down.

Sun Zhe, expressionless, stood by the bed examining Zhou Yao’s condition, occasionally pressing on his acupoints.

Fang Ruoxue remained silent, quietly walking over to open the wardrobe, then sat on the bed edge to take off her sheer silk stockings.

Sun Zhe couldn’t help glancing over, his lower abdomen heating up, swallowing secretly, silently admiring that this woman truly was a bewitching enchantress.

But Fang Ruoxue seemed to treat Sun Zhe as if he wasn’t there, expertly removing her stockings, pulling out a pair of glossy flesh-colored ones, neatly rolling them up, and slipping them back on starting from her toes.

Her fair feet were flawless, with toenails painted sparkling pink-red, like tempting damask buds, even more alluring when wrapped in the sheer fabric.

From Sun Zhe’s viewing angle, a slight turn of his head revealed the safety shorts between her legs.

The thin safety shorts in the middle perfectly outlined the gentle mysterious mound, with subtle curve marks faintly visible.

"Damn... this woman is doing this on purpose!"

Sun Zhe exhaled slowly, suddenly moving over to the nearby couch to sit down.

Fang Ruoxue, in the middle of putting on her stockings, furrowed her dainty brows, asking, "Have you discovered anything?"

Sun Zhe chuckled, crossing his legs, "Actually, there’s no need to check at all."

Hearing this, Fang Ruoxue was momentarily stunned, looking at Sun Zhe with a questioning gaze.

Sun Zhe, with a hint of a smile, looked at her and said, "With your husband’s current state, he wouldn’t be coughing at all."

"If he really was violently coughing as you said, the newly connected meridians would break, and he should be bleeding from all orifices, reporting to King Yama at this point."

As his words fell, the air suddenly turned quiet.

Almost ten seconds passed before Fang Ruoxue looked up at him, smiling, "Can you see it but not say it?"

Sun Zhe asked, "You used this excuse to trick me into coming over, sent your daughter away, and changed your stockings in front of me... is it itching?"

Hearing this, Fang Ruoxue’s pretty face blushed, thinking for a moment before saying, "It’s exactly as you thought."

Sun Zhe raised an eyebrow, asking, "Itching?"

Fang Ruoxue hesitated for a moment, enduring the shame as she slightly nodded, then stood up putting on her stockings, deliberately showing off her figure, asking, "Don’t you want me?"

Sun Zhe leaned back on the sofa, scrutinizing Fang Ruoxue, and said, "Actually, I noticed last night you were at a bottleneck, almost about to break through. So, you want to cultivate with my help?"

"..."