Chapter Thirty: Not Taking It Off, Is That Alright?

“You...” Bai Jing’s face flushed a brilliant red, and paired with her exquisite beauty, the effect was devastating. Only when Zhu Yunyun brought it up did she remember the matter. Still, having someone nearly expose a scar on such a sensitive part of her body was something any woman would resent.

The origin of Bai Jing’s scar traced back fifteen years. As a mischievous child, her favorite pastime was clinging to her older brother, Bai Nan, and playing on the rocking horse with him. One day, in a moment of wild abandon, she tumbled off and struck the edge of a chopping board below, the sharp corner grazing her chest and leaving a deep scar.

As she grew older and her body developed, that particular area became more prominent, and the stubborn scar lengthened with it. What had been two centimeters became five, and because it sat so high, the mark was impossible to hide. She never dared wear low-cut dresses, not even for grand banquets, always forced to cover up her enviable curves.

The Bai family, renowned for its medical expertise, had spared no effort to treat the scar. But the wound was deep, and the results were disappointing. To reduce the five-centimeter scar to just two was already considered a miracle.

It was after Zhu Yunyun, her closest friend, had personally experienced the miraculous effects of Golden Silkworm Powder that she rushed to share the good news with Bai Jing. Bai Jing was overjoyed yet fearful—it seemed too good to be true. Only those who have suffered the pain of such scars can truly understand the sadness they bring.

Because of scheduling conflicts, their plans to consult at Blade Thirteen Clinic had been postponed. But just that morning, news spread that the clinic had been vandalized. The two of them decided to head to Tang Yixue’s place instead and happened to stop for a break at a café in Longyuan Tower, where they ran into their companions.

“What kind of scar is it? How long have you had it?” Lin Yang’s brow furrowed as he asked earnestly. He wasn’t naive. Knowing the Bai family’s medical reputation, he assumed they’d tried everything. If even they had failed, the scar must be anything but ordinary.

“Well...” For a woman, her chest was an especially sensitive topic—doubly so when the one asking was a young, hot-blooded man. Bai Jing had neither the nerve nor the shamelessness to speak openly, so she hesitated, unsure how to respond.

While Bai Jing squirmed in embarrassment, some people were far less reserved. Zhu Yunyun, for instance, was never one to mince words. Still, considering their surroundings, she showed a rare bit of restraint. Gesturing animatedly at her own impressive figure, she lowered her voice, “Here.”

Though Zhu Yunyun wasn’t wearing a low-cut dress, the hint of her cleavage was visible at her collar. Lin Yang, unable to control himself, swallowed hard in awkwardness and forced a cough, quickly composing himself. “Without seeing the scar, I can’t determine whether it can be cured.”

Across the table, Tang Yixue, who had just taken a sip of coffee, sputtered and sprayed Lin Yang right in the face. The tense atmosphere instantly dissolved into laughter at his tea-soaked expression.

“Er, Xiao Yang, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.” Tang Yixue apologized, pulling out a tissue to help wipe him clean. The intimate gesture led bystanders to naturally assume the two were a couple.

“So how are you supposed to look? I’m still a maiden, you know!” Bai Jing pouted anxiously, her voice rising in protest.

Her words, paired with her instinctive gesture to shield her chest, would easily lead any onlooker’s mind astray. Sure enough, a barrage of disapproving glances landed on the only man among them.

Lin Yang wanted to retort, “I’m a doctor. Doctors don’t distinguish by gender.” But he knew it would be pointless, so he simply kept quiet.

Sensing the awkwardness, Tang Yixue suggested, “Let’s go somewhere else. This isn’t the right place to talk.”

“Then... where? Isn’t the clinic out of commission?” Realizing her outburst had put Lin Yang in an awkward spot, Bai Jing lowered her voice apologetically.

“Let’s go to my place,” Tang Yixue replied. “It’s nearby, and I have a medical kit at home. We can take a look and decide from there.” Her words carried a double meaning, and she shot Lin Yang a meaningful glare, her gaze drifting to his lap for a split second before returning. Her message was clear: If you so much as try anything inappropriate, I’ll make sure you regret it.

Her chilling look made Lin Yang shudder involuntarily, and he quickly shifted his gaze away from Bai Jing’s well-guarded chest, having been trying to deduce the exact location of the scar.

Under the watchful and envious eyes of the café’s patrons, the four of them left together.

Ten minutes later, an Audi, a red Mercedes sports car, and a Lamborghini pulled up in front of a villa. It wasn’t as ostentatious as those in Dreamy Fate Residence, but it was fresh and inviting—a two-story house with an open-air pool, rockery, and a small garden. Like the saying goes: small as a sparrow is, it has all its vital organs.

Tang Yixue welcomed them into the bright living room and busied herself preparing tea, leaving the other three to look around.

She had been in Jinhai for nearly two weeks, but both she and Lin Yang had been occupied, so this was his first time visiting her home. Curiosity got the better of him as he took in his surroundings.

Though not large, the place was spotless. A faint scent of jasmine drifted in the air. Outside the window, a few freshly washed clothes fluttered on the drying rack—a pair of pink panties and a black lace bra catching his eye and making his blood race. He quickly forced his gaze away just as Tang Yixue’s footsteps sounded, and she entered, carrying a tray of tea.

Tea’s gentle fragrance was far more soothing than coffee’s bitterness.

“Do you really need to see it?” Bai Jing asked, finishing her tea and burying her head, her cheeks aflame.

“Yes, I must. Otherwise, I can’t judge the severity of the scar,” Lin Yang replied with utmost seriousness.

Tang Yixue and Zhu Yunyun wisely kept silent, savoring the jasmine tea.

As someone from a family of doctors, Bai Jing understood that physicians did not distinguish by gender. But when it was her own body in question, it felt different—especially with a man she’d only just met.

Still, illness demands treatment. After a moment’s hesitation, Bai Jing steeled herself and said, “Alright.”

At her words, Tang Yixue, who had been pretending to be nonchalant, couldn’t help but jolt, spilling a bit of tea on the floor. She glanced at Bai Jing, whose beauty rivaled her own, and then silently lowered her head to sip her tea.

Since the scar was on such a sensitive spot, even with two other women present, Bai Jing insisted on moving to a more private setting. At Tang Yixue’s signal, the two women led the way into a nearby bedroom.

It was clean and fresh, with neatly made bedding and several artful photos of Tang Yixue adorning the walls—clearly her private sanctuary. Lin Yang’s gaze landed on a giant Winnie the Pooh plush on the bed, and he was filled with envy. If only he could take his frustration out on that fat bear, he thought. His beloved goddess, and yet she’d been claimed by a stuffed animal! Some things simply couldn’t be tolerated.

So distracted was he by his imaginary battle with the plush bear that he didn’t notice when Bai Jing began undressing. Only when her trembling voice broke the silence did he snap out of it.

If Bai Jing ever learned that her allure was outmatched by a stuffed bear, who knows what she’d think.

Turning around, Lin Yang’s eyes widened at the sight before him. He had seen her like this many times, yet he was still stunned—the smooth, fair skin, the well-maintained curves, her chest straining against her bra, threatening to spill free at any moment. Yet the scene was marred by a faint but unmistakable scar, which ruined an otherwise perfect picture.

Reluctantly, he shifted his gaze from the tempting curves to the old scar, studying it carefully before speaking in a solemn tone. “The scar is quite deep and has been there a long time. It will need to be opened up, the healed tissue inside cleaned out, and then treated with Golden Silkworm Powder. Only then can it be truly removed.”

He had seen and treated many such injuries, but this was the first time encountering one on such a beautiful woman’s chest. He couldn’t help but take another surreptitious glance—it would be foolish not to appreciate such a rare sight.

“So it can be cured?” Bai Jing was overjoyed, and in her excitement, she threw her arms around him.

It was the first time Lin Yang had ever been hugged by a beautiful woman wearing nothing but a bra. The sensation of her ample curves pressing against him ignited a fire within.

With a cough, Bai Jing realized her indiscretion, hurriedly released him, and stepped back, arms crossed over her chest, face crimson, unable to meet his gaze.

“Aren’t you afraid of pain?” Lin Yang finally broke the awkward silence.

“Not at all.” Bai Jing shook her head emphatically. If it meant being rid of the scar, any pain was worth it.

Lin Yang shook his head inwardly. Women truly are remarkable, he thought.

“Well, you’ll have to take off your bra as well,” he finally managed to say, the words heavy with embarrassment.

It wasn’t that he wanted to take advantage; the location of the scar left him no choice. If she didn’t remove it, the bra would block his access and affect the procedure’s accuracy. But if she did, she’d surely think he was being a pervert.

“Can’t I keep it on?” Bai Jing instinctively retreated a step, crossing her arms even tighter over her chest, her movements causing her ample bust to shift in various shapes.