The Young Doctor with His Harems

Xia Bei stared at the expanse of fair, undulating waves, taking a few more glances.

They were all natural!

The scale was impressive and quite proud!

Even though she wore heavy makeup, it was clear that she would be beautiful without it too. Having seen many pretty faces, Xia Bei still found her striking, a different league compared to the models standing nearby.

This Luo Biao does have an eye for beauty!

The nightclub was extremely noisy, with deafening music; he couldn't hear their argument clearly, so he moved a bit closer. He saw the woman with a cold expression, pulling down her skirt tightly, while Luo Biao looked displeased, cursing incessantly.

"What's wrong with touching a bit, why pretend to be all proper!"

"No touching, then I'm not paying!"

As he said this, his broad hand reached for those fair, tender legs, trying to dive under the skirt to touch that private paradise.

"What are you doing?"

The woman was flustered and angry, screamed out, and retreated to the side.

"Damn it, showing you face, bitch! I pay you, and yet I can't touch you?" Luo Biao was furious as well, reached out and yanked her over, pulling her into his arms. His hands roamed her back, then aimed for those round buttocks, grabbing forcefully.

Feeling the woman's struggle and curses, he laughed out loud, relishing the feeling of forcing her!

Xia Bei frowned slightly.

Although scenes like this were common in nightclubs, last time he was dragged to a club by the Eldest Young Master Song, they played even wilder games, and those women willingly let themselves be touched since they were there to make money.

But this one in front of him, maybe she was new?

Xia Bei couldn't help but think of Yanyan, who had also gone once to accompany someone drinking because of family difficulties. He felt a bit sympathetic toward her.

"Let go of me! What are you doing!"

The woman screamed, struggling desperately, grabbed a glass on the table, and splashed it straight into Luo Biao's face.

"Ah!"

A scream of agony followed as the strong liquor splashed into his eyes. Luo Biao immediately released his grip to cover his eyes, and the woman seized the chance to spring up and run, heading right in Xia Bei's direction.

"Damn it, bitch, catch her for me!"

Luo Biao cursed in rage, waved his hand, and the group of lackeys stood up to chase.

The woman was a bit terrified; in her panic, she crashed straight into Xia Bei, spilling alcohol everywhere, drenching them both.

"I'm sorry!"

The woman looked down, apologized, and tried to maneuver past.

Xia Bei hesitated for a moment, then reached out to hold her.

"What are you doing? I didn't mean to, let me go," the woman was extremely flustered, turned to see, scared, her face turning pale.

"Bitch, where do you think you're running to! Do you even know who I am? Messing with me, I'll kill you today!" Luo Biao cursed angrily, striding forward, ready to yank her back.

But as soon as he reached out, he saw Xia Bei's face clearly, stunned for a moment.

"Oh! Divine Doctor Xia!"

Luo Biao's expression changed instantly, revealing a smiling face, no longer daring to reach out.

This Divine Doctor Xia, he knew very well, was the great benefactor of the Song family, even his elder brother Zhao Tianhua treated him with caution and respect, let alone himself, certainly could not provoke him.

The woman was taken aback, curiously scrutinizing the young man in front of her—his face seemed a bit youthful, looking quite young, how could he make that fierce brute be so polite, even a bit fearful?

Who was he?

"You're here to have fun too? If you fancy this woman, take her with you! I'll give her to you! Just be careful, she's a bit feisty." Luo Biao bowed slightly, his tone very polite.

Xia Bei nodded, didn't say much.

Luo Biao glanced once more at the woman, slightly unwilling, irritated, then left with his men.

Once they were gone, Xia Bei released his hold and said to the woman, "You can go."

He then looked at his wet clothes, frowned slightly, and prepared to find some tissues to wipe them.

The woman didn't leave, she gauged him with scrutinizing eyes, her gaze turned crafty, then smiled, "Little brother, did you come here alone? You look young, how old are you?"

"Do you have a booth? Want me to accompany you for a few drinks?"

The music was loud, so she leaned over, brought her lips close to Xia Bei's ear, exhaling warm, fragrant breath. Her alluring body pressed against him, especially those voluminous, tender curves, resting on his arm, bringing a full, soft, and springy feeling.

Such a fragrance!

Xia Bei's heart swayed, he glanced once more at that endless ravine of tender white, swallowing slightly, felt a bit ablaze.

She was beautiful, and very sexy!

However, Xia Bei wasn't fond of such transactions, and there was no need to hire such a woman to drink with him. His earlier intervention was only because he thought of Yanyan, felt a bit sympathetic, and wanted to help her.

Just as he was about to refuse, suddenly, he thought of something, changed his mind, and nodded in agreement.

He was tailing Luo Biao, intending to find a chance, learn his routines, strike when he was alone, but hadn't yet found an opportunity. However, this woman in front of him gave him hope.

Luo Biao seemed quite fond of this woman. If he could get her to meet him alone, he'd execute his plan flawlessly.

"Let's get a booth then! You're only eighteen? So fresh! I'll drink with you tonight!"

"My name is Tang Anqi, just call me Anqi!"

Tang Anqi was very enthusiastic, grabbed his arm, clung tightly, her eyes even more wily and somewhat smug, like she found her prey. She inadvertently rubbed against him with those tender, white peaks, appearing unintentional, yet igniting Xia Bei's fire continuously, down below stirred, rising up…