Chapter 81: The Little Thief Who Stole the Bra, and the Ladies’ Publicity Group’s Plan

“Dr. Lin, do you mean that miracle medicine is about to hit the market?” Mrs. Wang, sitting on the sofa in the living room downstairs, put down the cup of Bi Luo Chun tea that Tang Yixue had just brewed for them. Her large eyes blinked, fluttering her long lashes, making her look quite lovely. She opened her mouth, unusually excited and surprised.

After inviting Mrs. Wang into Tang Yixue’s house, the group had walked into the downstairs hall. While Tang Yixue was brewing tea, Lin Yang had briefly outlined his plan. He hadn’t expected Mrs. Wang would react so passionately—her excitement overflowing, she had unknowingly grabbed Lin Yang’s arm, acting as warmly as a big sister from next door, and said in earnest, “Thank heavens! Now, so many women who’ve suffered accidental injuries can regain their former radiant beauty. Dr. Lin, do you realize? Your decision is monumental, truly a blessing to women everywhere!”

Women? Aren’t they supposed to be jealous when others are more beautiful? Is this woman out of her mind, or did she bang her head against the tofu wall? Why is she so concerned about other women’s beauty?

Lin Yang felt sweat bead on his brow. He certainly didn’t possess the selfless spirit of Uncle Lei Feng; he was simply looking to make some money, fatten his wallet, and advance his career in the process. As for women, he was merely helping them as a matter of course—after all, those beauty-conscious ladies would have to pay dearly to purchase his miraculous medicine.

“Hahaha, to save a life is better than building seven pagodas, isn’t it?” With skin thick enough to be impervious to blades and bullets, Lin Yang had always been shameless. Not only did he take advantage, but he also played coy, reaching new heights of audacity. Seven pagodas? When an injured beauty can’t afford his medicine, he’d probably turn her away from the hospital doors without hesitation—or perhaps, wickedly, ask her to barter with her body. Too evil—Lin Yang didn’t even dare entertain the thought.

“So, Dr. Lin, how can I help? Just say the word, and if it’s within my power, I’ll do it.” Mrs. Wang patted her full chest, promising with conviction, her eyes fixed on Lin Yang, awaiting his instructions.

“Hahaha, Mrs. Wang will certainly be able to do it,” Lin Yang replied, then explained in detail his powerful plan for a Ladies’ Promotion Group.

Mrs. Wang’s expressions shifted wildly as she listened—excitement, excitement, and more excitement. Judging by her face, if Tang Yixue hadn’t been watching, she might have rushed over and given Lin Yang a fierce kiss. “Wonderful, just wonderful! I can finally return to my old profession. Thank you so much, Dr. Lin.”

Old profession? Lin Yang was baffled. What did she mean by returning to her old profession? Was she once in advertising? He looked at Mrs. Wang, puzzled, and asked, “Hehe, could you explain what you mean by your old profession? It sounds deep—I’m not sure I understand.”

“Oh, I used to be a model! Otherwise, how could my husband have chosen me?” Mrs. Wang explained with pride, standing up and showing off her figure before the two.

So she was a model? Lin Yang sized up the beautiful woman before him. Was that possible? Or did her director have unusual taste?

Hmm, she was about 1.7 meters tall—perfect for modeling. Her face was round and lovely, a classic doll-face—no wonder she could charm a director. No problem there. Chest? Well, she was bundled up tightly, her sleepwear loose, and those damned buttons fastened too many times. Yes, the two on her chest ought not be hidden. Straighten your back! If you don’t, how can your chest stand out? Ah, now he could see—definitely a C cup. If only he could measure personally, it would be even better—she certainly fit the bill.

Hips? Round and perky—no issues there. But aren’t models supposed to be all about slenderness? By his own aesthetic, Lin Yang suspected her 22-inch waist might get her rejected outright. He was a bit doubtful about her modeling past.

Mrs. Wang’s sensitive eyes caught Lin Yang’s skepticism. After showing off, she helplessly pinched her own “swimming ring,” explaining ruefully, “Oh, if only my husband hadn’t pampered me so well, I wouldn’t have gained this swimming ring. I’ll have to lose weight, definitely. I really miss my old 18-inch waist!”

Lin Yang nearly sprayed his tea, barely managing to redirect it so it wouldn’t hit Mrs. Wang’s face.

“Hehehe, you don’t need to lose weight. This is curvaceous beauty, isn’t it? As for the skinny look, I don’t care for it,” Lin Yang said insincerely, though deep down he preferred women with a bit of softness—otherwise, hugging would feel awfully bony.

Before Mrs. Wang could respond, a childish voice called out indignantly, “Mom, you’re not allowed to lose weight! Otherwise, Xiaoyu won’t have a soft pillow anymore.”

Lin Yang was just wondering where the mischievous kid had run off to, when the little one came trotting over, diving into Mrs. Wang’s arms and shooting Lin Yang a fierce glare, then turned to his mother to plead, “Mom, don’t lose weight. Xiaoyu doesn’t want you to.”

Mrs. Wang was used to it, laughing and scolding her son, then affectionately pinching his cheeks.

Tang Yixue, meanwhile, blushed a deep crimson upon seeing the child, her face glowing like she’d drunk strong liquor, her gaze drawn to the child’s round face and big, often hostile eyes. She didn’t notice Tang Yixue’s reaction.

“Uh, Yixue, are you alright? Not feeling well?” Lin Yang asked, confused, touching her forehead. “Not feverish. Is it that time again?”

Tang Yixue, both embarrassed and annoyed, shot Lin Yang a fierce look, as if to say, “It’s you who’s having that time!”

Before Lin Yang could figure it out, the child’s innocent voice broke the awkwardness.

“Mom, this bra is prettier, and bigger than yours!” The child escaped Mrs. Wang’s embrace, stood on her elegant legs, and triumphantly held up a pink bra he’d somehow acquired, waving it like a victory flag.

The three adults stared at the little one’s antics, speechless.

Mrs. Wang snatched the pink bra from her son, her face flushing as she looked apologetically at Lin Yang and Tang Yixue. “Hehe, this little rascal is spoiled. Sorry for the trouble.”

Lin Yang laughed awkwardly—he didn’t know what to say, and it wasn’t really his concern.

Most embarrassed of all was the owner of the pink bra, Tang Yixue. She’d seen the child grab it and run in, but he was too quick for her to intercept, which explained her blushing cheeks.

“Mom, give it back, give it back! How could you take my bra? I had to work hard to get it off the clothesline outside!” The child looked at Mrs. Wang, eyes wide and teary, choking out his grievance so pitifully it tugged at the heart.

Lin Yang was utterly at a loss—what a character! He’d never seen such an amusing child, though he couldn’t help but curse inwardly, “When did my woman’s bra become your property?”

He looked closer at the bra Mrs. Wang had snatched back and realized it was the same pink bra Tang Yixue had worn the first time he’d toppled her.

That kid had taken advantage—Lin Yang vowed to settle the score, his sense of justice unyielding, even toward such an adorable child.

Mrs. Wang, frustrated by her son’s antics, scolded him sternly. “Xiaoyu, stop it, or Mommy will be angry.”

Remarkably, the previously sulky child wiped away his tears and broke into a smile, snuggling up to Mrs. Wang. Lin Yang thought the boy’s acting talent was wasted.

Mother and son played their double act, and Tang Yixue, as hostess, could only let it go—she couldn’t possibly quarrel with a child, lest she seem petty.

With the bra thief’s escapade resolved, the three adults returned to business.

“Xiaoyang, is everything ready with the Bai family?” Tang Yixue was well aware of Lin Yang’s contract with the Bai family and his plan to launch the new medicine. But the rush to market after only a week’s preparation, instead of the planned two, made her curious.

Some things couldn’t be spoken frankly in front of outsiders, and Lin Yang brushed off the question, deftly shifting the conversation back to the Ladies’ Promotion Group, making Mrs. Wang once again the plan’s focal point.

The child, chastened by Mrs. Wang, settled in with snacks Tang Yixue had provided, munching away with rhythmic enthusiasm.

“Xiaoyang, don’t worry—I won’t make any mistakes here,” Mrs. Wang assured him, patting her chest.

After a lively discussion, Lin Yang finally managed to remember the woman’s somewhat tricky name—Yu Qianqian. He wondered why she didn’t go by Qianqian or Qianxi, which would be easier to recall, but instead chose Qianqian—he found it baffling.

“But about the one million reward you mentioned? Forget it. You healed the burn on my right hand—I still owe you for that, don’t I?” Mrs. Wang firmly declined the generous payment Lin Yang had promised.

Her magnanimous refusal didn’t faze Lin Yang, who slyly bribed her with a bottle of Golden Silkworm Powder.

Of course, there was always a discordant voice ready to challenge him. The snack-munching Wang Xiaoyu wasn’t pleased, tossing his chicken drumstick onto the plate and grumbling, “Mom doesn’t want it—I want it!”

“You want an egg,” Lin Yang muttered inwardly, but outwardly he smiled wickedly. “Hehe, next time, Uncle will take Xiaoyu to KFC—there are lots of tasty treats there!”

Mention food, and children are easily swayed. Sure enough, Xiaoyu’s face lit up. “Alright! I want the family bucket, spicy wings, and fries!”

“You little foodie,” Lin Yang laughed, teasing him.

Watching his mother lead away bags of snacks, the child cheerfully waved goodbye to Tang Yixue and Lin Yang, making sure to remind Lin Yang about his promised KFC feast as he turned to leave.

As Mrs. Wang’s figure vanished, Tang Yixue asked seriously, “Xiaoyang, are you sure she can handle it?”