CHAPTER 50: CHAPTER 0050 A FUNNY MISUNDERSTANDING_1

The most infuriated person was Liu Ruomei. At first, she couldn’t believe her own eyes, but in the end, she had no choice but to accept the truth: the two of them entered the room and never came back out.

What could a man and a woman possibly be doing in there?

If she were truly Zhang Bin’s girlfriend, she would have stormed in without a second thought. But she wasn’t. She was just an imposter. What right did she have to interfere?

She could only cast a pleading look toward Tian Guangjin, but he was already dead drunk, snoring heavily on the sofa.

Zhang Bin, what kind of bastard are you? What tricks did you use to bewitch Tian Bingbing? she could only curse inwardly. Then, a wave of worry for her sister, Liu Ruolan, washed over her. They ran a company together and were often in each other’s company. With this bastard’s terrifying methods, it would be easy for Liu Ruolan to lose her way and suffer a terrible fate.

No, I have to warn my sister to be on her guard against this scoundrel. But... can she really fend him off? Liu Ruomei slumped onto the sofa, feeling utterly powerless.

In the past, she’d had a certain fondness for Zhang Bin. She felt that if he became her brother-in-law, her sister would be very happy. Now, however, she saw him as nothing but a scumbag. She had to stop her sister from falling into a fiery pit.

"Zhang Bin is incredible. Look, his girlfriend Liu Ruomei seems a little upset, but she isn’t stopping him," some of the guests murmured.

"I want to be his disciple! I have to learn his techniques with women," someone declared with determination.

Liu Ruomei naturally overheard this, which only made her more depressed. Admitting to being Zhang Bin’s girlfriend today was a foolish mistake. Now, for a long time to come, she would be seen as Zhang Bin’s girlfriend in their eyes—and a girlfriend who was completely under his thumb at that.

"Head Coach, please start the treatment quickly. Don’t delay," Tian Bingbing said coyly.

"Right away. The treatment starts now," Zhang Bin replied, snapping back to his senses.

He reached out his right hand and took hold of her foot, which was clad in black silk stockings. Tian Bingbing shivered involuntarily.

"Does it hurt much?" Zhang Bin asked.

"A little," Tian Bingbing replied, not daring to look at him.

"It’ll be better soon." Zhang Bin channeled his Longevity Qi into her muscles, eliminating the swelling and injury on her toes and the top of her foot.

In an instant, Tian Bingbing’s pain vanished. It was replaced by a wave of comfort so deep it seemed to penetrate her very bones. She almost let out an embarrassing moan.

In truth, treating such an injury was simple for Zhang Bin; he could have healed it in minutes. Instead, he took his time, treating her for more than ten minutes before finally starting on her other foot.

Tian Bingbing had long since turned her face away, her pretty cheeks flush with a rosy red. She was utterly conquered by the wonderful sensation.

But I absolutely can’t let him see it. So, she found herself torn, on one hand wanting the moment to last longer, and on the other, hoping he would finish quickly. It was a contradictory and awkward feeling.

After another ten-odd minutes, Zhang Bin finally pulled his hands away. "Sister Bingbing," he said with a smile, "you can get up now. Try it out. Does it still hurt?"

Tian Bingbing let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding, finally free. Yet, she felt a faint sense of loss in her heart now that the comfortable sensation had completely vanished.

She composed herself, stood up, and gracefully slipped on her high heels. After taking a few elegant steps, a look of delighted surprise appeared on her face. "It doesn’t hurt anymore! Not at all! Your medical skills are truly miraculous."

Tian Bingbing opened the door and walked out, looping her arm through Zhang Bin’s. Everyone else, naturally, stared at them with exceedingly strange expressions. After all, even though less than half an hour had passed, that was more than enough time for a quickie.

"Head Coach, you still haven’t asked your girlfriend to dance yet, have you? Go on," Tian Bingbing said earnestly. Of course, she was snickering inwardly, eager for Liu Ruomei to experience the same treatment of getting her feet stepped on and her chest bumped into by Zhang Bin.

Zhang Bin nodded, walked quickly over to Liu Ruomei, and invited her to dance. All eyes in the room focused on Liu Ruomei’s face.

Liu Ruomei wanted nothing more than to slap Zhang Bin across the face. However, she remembered that he had saved her grandfather, who might still need the medicine he provided in the future. She couldn’t afford to embarrass Zhang Bin in public. So, she had no choice but to feign a happy expression and start dancing with him.

However, she was far more vigilant than Tian Bingbing. While Zhang Bin managed to step on her feet, bumping into her proved more of a challenge, as she would dodge rapidly.

But as the saying goes, if you walk by the river often enough, you’re bound to get your shoes wet. She was still bumped by Zhang Bin several times.

Zhang Bin danced three full songs with her before finally stopping.

However, Liu Ruomei was wearing stiff leather shoes that day, so her feet weren’t injured. This left Zhang Bin with no opportunity to "treat" them.

Witnessing Zhang Bin’s impressive skills with women, many masters from the Martial World swarmed him, hoping to learn his secrets.

A sleazy-looking fatty said, "Brother Zhang Bin, you have to teach me a thing or two!"

"Teach you what? Martial arts?" Zhang Bin asked in surprise.

"Teach me how to make my women coexist peacefully! How to keep them from getting jealous! I can tell this is a profound field of study, and you, sir, are undoubtedly a master of it..." the fatty said.

"Yes, yes, a true master indeed!" more people chimed in, flattering him.

"A master? I just know a little bit about medicine is all," Zhang Bin said with an awkward laugh, well aware of their misunderstanding.

"So you mean to say that understanding medicine is the crucial first step?" The fatty’s eyes lit up like two lightbulbs.

"Er..." Zhang Bin felt a headache coming on. What am I even dealing with here?

"Everyone back off! Master Zhang Bin’s secret techniques obviously can’t be shared so easily!" The fatty pulled Zhang Bin through the crowd and into a corner. He leaned in and said sleazily, "Take me as your disciple! I’m willing to do anything."

"I don’t take on disciples," Zhang Bin said, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. He quickly changed the subject. "By the way, you’re Ma Rufei, the real estate developer, right?"

"Yes, yes! Master, you have a great memory!" the fatty said, nodding vigorously. Determined to learn Zhang Bin’s secret techniques with women, he immediately steered the conversation back. "Master, is it true that understanding medicine can make a man... stronger? And that’s how they can all coexist peacefully?"