"Mm..." Wang Zhuo murmured thoughtfully, then promptly told He Ye, "Your business can wait a moment; I need to deal with the people outside first."

He Ye, already feeling anxious and simultaneously ashamed and regretful for having exposed her true feelings, nodded without a second thought upon hearing this.

If it were the He Ye of the past, even receiving help from Wang Zhuo that felt like a second chance at life, she wouldn't have entertained the crazy idea of repaying him with her body. But what happened at Fuli Villa had shocked her too deeply. After three days of contemplation, she felt that the things she had always insisted upon had actually become shackles.

Then she would break them one by one! Previously, she wanted to rely on a man to soar to success? Then from now on, she would rely on no man, fighting solely with her own hands! Previously, she wanted to preserve her purity to marry a rich and powerful husband someday, selling herself at a good price? Then she would give it to someone truly worthy of such a sacrifice, making it a deeply etched memory!

When people are severely provoked, they often lean toward overcorrection—for instance, being toyed with by one person of the opposite sex leads them to believe all people of that sex are worthless, or being bitten by a snake makes one fear a well rope for ten years...

He Ye was currently in a state of overcorrection. When she realized that what she had always cherished was easily within Yang Feng's grasp and wasn't as powerful as she thought, she decided to completely shatter it—no breaking, no establishing anew!

Although Wang Zhuo could discern the truth beneath her words, he could never grasp the complex thoughts churning within her. What interested him was the enigmatic, almost morbid excitement flickering in her eyes.

"Wait in that room for a moment; I'll go open the door."

He gestured toward Li Guangran's room and gave the instruction.

Only after He Ye entered the room did he stand up, call out "Coming," and go to open the door for Xu Chu.

He Ye was about 1.65 meters tall, while Xu Chu exceeded 1.70 meters. Although their height was similar to Guan Yingying's, their body types followed completely different styles.

Guan Yingying was slender and long, typical of East Asian women, whereas Xu Chu possessed characteristics common to European women: a larger bone structure, broad shoulders, and wider hips.

In terms of weight, Xu Chu probably outweighed Guan Yingying’s little over fifty kilograms by about ten kilos. Yet, her figure was perfectly proportioned; her flat abdomen held not an ounce of excess fat, and the outer sides of her arms and the inner thighs—the areas most prone to accumulating fat—showed no signs of distortion whatsoever.

She was a "larger-than-average" beauty. Her facial features, reminiscent of the Loulan style, combined with a wild physique, had more than once made Wang Zhuo think of the famed Ferghana horses—those heavenly steeds that only the strongest men could conquer.

What puzzled Wang Zhuo was that this robust girl seemed to have had a bit of alcohol, and she was carrying six bottles of beer. What was her purpose here?

"Don't you notice anything different about me today?" Xu Chu suddenly asked out of the blue after sitting down.

Wang Zhuo paused, then noticed that today Xu Chu was indeed different, giving off an air of radiant vitality.

No! Her "mustache" was gone, and the heavier facial hair was nowhere in sight. Now, her smooth face was almost comparable to a peeled egg, and due to her homebody habits, her skin appeared even fairer, looking somewhat like an Italian!

Yes, like an Italian—some populations there possess Caucasian bloodlines of dark hair and fair skin. The most typical example was Monica Bellucci, whom Wang Zhuo admired. Her film Malèna, which Wang Zhuo loved watching in his youth, was one of his favorite foreign films. At this moment, Xu Chu bore a striking resemblance to her...

"You've become beautiful!" Wang Zhuo praised sincerely, adding with a touch of pride, "How about that? My medicine is quite good, isn't it?"

"Not just good," Xu Chu laughed freely, saying, "I don't think 'refined' is appropriate; this is my rebirth."

"Rebirth?" Wang Zhuo was slightly taken aback, then fell into contemplation.

Xu Chu smiled at him without saying more, casually picking two bottles from the beer basket and taking a bottle opener from her pocket to open them one by one.

"Clink!"

With a snap, Wang Zhuo grinned and said, "That's a great name; from now on, we’ll call it 'Rebirth'!"

Accepting the beer Xu Chu handed him, he curiously sized up this girl whose personality had suddenly pivoted one hundred and eighty degrees. "I remember you being the shy type who stutters even when talking to strangers. How have you changed so much today?"

"Because of this," Xu Chu smiled enchantingly, touching her face, then pointing to the beer on the table: "And because of this."

Wang Zhuo suddenly understood. So Xu Chu had truly entered a "rebirth" state thanks to the successful hair removal, amplified by the effects of alcohol, which allowed her to fully relax. No wonder she seemed like a different person today!

Helping a self-conscious and withdrawn girl achieve such a transformation with his own hands filled Wang Zhuo with pride. He rang his beer bottle against hers with a soft ding.

"Cheers!"

Xu Chu laughed and tilted her head back to drink.

Wang Zhuo also smiled and raised his bottle. Just as he tasted the beer, he noticed from the corner of his eye that Xu Chu was steadily swallowing the contents. Judging by her manner, she seemed determined to finish the entire bottle in one go!

He looked at the bottle in his hand, half-amused and half-frustrated—a large 550ml bottle of beer, plus foam; not many women could down that in one gulp!

Wait? Xu Chu really downed the whole bottle! She let out a long breath, without even a single hiccup, and calmly set the bottle back on the table. She looked at the bottle in Wang Zhuo's hand, then at his face.

Is this a 'demonstration'? Wang Zhuo was both annoyed and amused. He glared at her, then raised his bottle to drink!

As mentioned earlier, due to genetic factors, Wang Zhuo's tolerance for alcohol was only average among his peers, and he didn't have the habit of binge drinking. He had never actually tried to finish a whole bottle of beer in one go.

Provoked by Xu Chu, he righteously began guzzling, failing to realize that people sometimes attempt things beyond their capacity. Despite Xu Chu's casual drinking, by the time he was about one-fifth of the way through his bottle, Wang Zhuo felt the beer pressing up against his throat...

A quick scan with his X-ray vision confirmed it—foam and liquid were indeed mixed and rising to his esophagus and throat. If he forced himself further, he might just create a fountain!

Though reluctant, he wisely set the bottle down, offering a wry smile and a slight bow to Xu Chu, conceding defeat.

The tall girl immediately let out a delightful giggle. Wang Zhuo, feeling dejected, swept her with his X-ray vision and calculated an alcohol absorption rate of 1.2, noting she hadn't taken any Wangchao Wuliang beforehand.

However, in that scan, Wang Zhuo discovered another issue: she had also consumed some hard liquor before arriving...

The consequence of drinking too quickly was that his body couldn't adapt in time. Wang Zhuo suddenly felt a brief wave of dizziness. Though not intense, it served as a reminder that beer wasn't mineral water; it also had an alcoholic effect.

Xu Chu opened another bottle and asked, "How much can you drink?"

"About this much," Wang Zhuo replied with a bitter smile, using his hand to indicate the side of the beer carrier, signifying he could manage three bottles.

"But I heard you can drink five bottles?" Xu Chu smiled sweetly. "I ran into your friend Zhou Huai'an downstairs; he told me himself."

Didn't he tell you I had another girl here? Wang Zhuo grumbled internally, already picturing Zhou Huai'an's mischievous, trouble-making grin. He decided he’d have to properly deal with that brat later.

Letting out a slight burp, he said irritably, "Then why didn't you buy another carton and just get me drunk?"

"I didn't intend to get you drunk; three bottles is just right..." Xu Chu only got halfway through her sentence before smiling meaningfully.

"What exactly did you come to see me for?" Wang Zhuo asked, vexed. "We aren't familiar enough yet to be drinking buddies, are we? Besides, shouldn't you be immersed in the anger of being deceived by Hu Zhiyuan and the guilt of hurting Li Mengru right now?"

Normally, Wang Zhuo wouldn't say such hurtful things, but Xu Chu's behavior today had been completely surprising. Coupled with the presence of a campus belle hidden in the room whose situation remained unresolved, and the effects of the alcohol he had just consumed, he became somewhat careless with his words.

"One cannot live in the past," Xu Chu composed herself and smiled faintly at him. "You said that to me. Have you forgotten?"

"When did I ever say that to you?" Wang Zhuo asked, scratching his head.

Xu Chu did not answer, instead downing another whole bottle of beer in one go.

Wang Zhuo watched her performance with a touch of envy, thinking how resilient this girl was. If only he could be that cool when drinking!

Then his thoughts drifted to a somewhat more suggestive angle: a woman who could finish a whole bottle of beer in one gulp must also be quite vigorous during intimacy...

Gazing at Xu Chu's expressive eyes, her naturally thick, brush-like eyelashes, her bright and lively gaze, her narrow yet high nose bridge, and her full lips, Wang Zhuo's mind began to falter. A significant amount of blood was diverting to a crucial area, causing his brain to suffer a slight lack of oxygen.

Xu Chu’s full lips weren't wide horizontally like Sister Feng’s, but rather thick vertically. However, it wasn't the lip skin that was thick; it was the effect of the lip line expanding outwards.

Many Asian women use skin smoothing or lip tinting to make their lips appear plumper, and permanent lip liner is another effective method. Or, when taking photos, they might draw the lip gloss slightly outside the natural lip boundary to achieve a sexy visual effect.

But Xu Chu didn't need any of these troubles, as her lips possessed a naturally perfect shape, much like Monica Bellucci's.

In comparison, Sophie Marceau, hailed as "the eternal favorite of French men," fell slightly short in this aspect. Perhaps Wang Zhuo preferred Bellucci a bit more precisely for this reason.

Sensing his thoughts wandering off track, Wang Zhuo quickly cleared his throat, picked up his bottle, and drank the remaining one-fifth.

After two bottles, Xu Chu’s cheeks were even rosier. She hesitated for a moment, then took out a portable player with a five-inch screen and handed it to Wang Zhuo.

"This is my clinical record. Only you can see it."

Clinical record? What the heck? Wang Zhuo took it curiously. Seeing the indicator light on the player was in standby mode, he casually swiped the screen.

Then he understood why Xu Chu said it was "only for one person to see." It was a set of before-and-after comparison photos from Xu Chu’s hair removal treatment, including full-body shots, localized shots, and close-up details. Such photos were naturally only meant for the "Dr. Wang" who treated her!

Even though Wang Zhuo could see any woman's body with a simple sweep of his X-ray vision, the feeling was entirely different when a beautiful girl actively presented him with such self-taken pictures. Especially since Xu Chu had taken them very seriously—medical students were indeed rigorous and professional—there were even close-ups of pores!

Wait, what is this one?! RO