Chapter 110: The Art of Healing

Falling in love over time? Hearing those words come from Ling Tian’s mouth made Zhao Ming feel an unsettling sense of mischief. Such a pure and innocent idiom—was Ling Tian too wicked, or had Zhao Ming himself become corrupted? Feeling a bit guilty, Zhao Ming glanced furtively at the young woman, then at the mischievous grins on Sun Yibin and Ling Tian’s faces.

This was the kind of moment where a beautiful woman was practically being delivered to his doorstep!

Should he make a move, or should he make a move?

Zhao Ming was a normal man. Back in high school, when they showered together, many boys envied his assets. Unfortunately, though his endowment was impressive, it had never found its opportunity. Having remained single for over twenty years, Zhao Ming had his own needs. Especially when he saw the girl he fancied, his heart would uncontrollably flutter with excitement.

Ling Tian teased, “I think tonight is the perfect time to consummate the marriage. Miss, my brother here is an honest man. If you stay with him, I guarantee you won’t be wronged. What worries me most is that this guy might become henpecked in the future. So I’m entrusting you—please don’t bully my brother.”

His words sent the young woman into giggles, her lips pressed together as she laughed softly. For girls from humble backgrounds like them, finding a good family was the greatest luxury in life. Although Sun Yibin treated them well, after all, they made their living through youth and charm at the bar. Once age dulled their beauty, they would have no support.

Moreover, now that Zhao Ming had taken a liking to her, she had no other choice. Even if Sun Yibin respected her opinion, she couldn’t refuse—after all, he was her benefactor.

Besides, having worked at the bar for several years and undergone systematic training, her skills of reading people were formidable. From a simple conversation and subtle changes in expression, the girl could tell that Zhao Ming was a purely honest man, a man of responsibility.

Perhaps following Zhao Ming was a very good choice! Thinking this, she stole a glance at Zhao Ming, who happened to be looking at her as well. Their eyes met, and a rosy flush spread across both their faces—two lovers in the first bloom of affection.

Ling Tian was nearly losing it, wanting to kick Zhao Ming and scold him, “You’re over twenty and still playing the innocent virgin? Even if you truly are one, there’s no need to pretend. Just carry the girl to the room and get on with it—that’s what really matters!”

“I’m Zhao Ming. May I ask your name, miss?” Zhao Ming shyly lifted his head, his eyes flickering nervously as he looked at the girl, a picture of first love—naive but brimming with excitement.

The girl laughed softly. “You can call me Xiaofang. Let me help you inside.” She obediently helped Zhao Ming as he entered the room under the admiring gazes of her three sisters. When Xiaofang’s hand touched Zhao Ming’s, the first time he’d been so close to a girl he fancied, it was like an electric shock. He was so nervous he hardly knew how he got inside.

Though it seemed absurd, this was all happening in reality—especially in a place like the Nest Bar, where anything could happen.

For instance, Zhao Ming, a longtime virgin, unexpectedly snagged a beautiful wife, which even Ling Tian found enviable.

Look at Zhao Ming—single for so many years, no romantic experience, yet lucky enough to find a gentle and obedient wife. Meanwhile, his own “tigress” always wore a stern face, cold as an iceberg—though recently, that iceberg seemed to be thawing somewhat, which gave Ling Tian a bit of comfort.

“Have you prepared the protection?” Ling Tian turned to ask Sun Yibin.

Sun Yibin was momentarily stunned. Protection? That word could mean many things—what exactly did Ling Tian mean?

“Ling Shao, you mean?” Sun Yibin asked quietly.

Ling Tian smiled, “Of course I mean condoms. Zhao Ming is just starting his career; he doesn’t want kids just yet.”

“Surely it won’t be a one-shot kill, right?” Sun Yibin wiped the sweat from his brow. So the “protection” Ling Tian referred to was condoms. Condoms are condoms—no need to dress it up with fancy terms like ‘protective gear.’ What nonsense. Sun Yibin thought this silently, afraid to speak it aloud lest he get scorched by that mysterious flame.

Ling Tian clasped his hands behind his back, tilting his head slightly. “You, who indulge in debauchery every day, can’t understand the terrifying power an old virgin, starved for over twenty years, will unleash once he finally bursts forth. I bet Zhao Ming won’t sleep all night; he’ll be busy making love to Xiaofang.”

Damn!

What was going on? Sun Yibin was puzzled. By his years of experience judging people, Zhao Ming was honest and simple. How could he possibly let loose like that?

“Ling Shao, let’s make a bet. I say Zhao Ming won’t do anything with Xiaofang tonight,” Sun Yibin said confidently.

Of course, as Ling Tian said, Sun Yibin couldn’t comprehend the sorrow of a lifelong virgin finally having a bride, especially since Ling Tian himself had arranged their marital status. Surely Zhao Ming wouldn’t just sit there all night and do nothing?

Ling Tian laughed heartily. “Alright then, let’s bet something simple. Whoever loses pays one million as startup capital for Zhao Ming.”

Hearing this, Sun Yibin was certain Ling Tian was determined to nurture Zhao Ming. Even the bet wasn’t meant to line Zhao Ming’s pockets. This made Sun Yibin resolve to firmly support Zhao Ming.

“Deal. But isn’t one million a bit low? How about two million?” Sun Yibin smiled, already resolved to pay this amount regardless of outcome. Naturally, he trusted his own judgment.

Ling Tian chuckled and said to the three girls, “Today, please take turns listening outside the door. Tell us the result tomorrow morning. Once this is settled, you will be free—you won’t have to serve guests anymore. Of course, if you haven’t found a suitable place yet, you can stay here for now.”

The three girls nodded excitedly, their eyes full of gratitude toward Ling Tian.

After arrangements were made, Ling Tian said to Sun Yibin, “I made the decision over your head. You don’t mind, do you?”

Sun Yibin broke out in a cold sweat and quickly replied, “Ling Shao, you flatter me too much. From the moment you set foot in the Nest Bar, you became its master. I am just your humble follower. You can decide everything here, including my life.”

To show his loyalty, Sun Yibin pounded his chest vigorously, pledging unwavering support for Ling Tian.

For Sun Yibin, even if he lost everything now, gaining Ling Tian’s recognition was worth it. He would receive far more in return—tenfold, even a hundredfold. Events that followed proved his choice was right.

After arranging for someone to eavesdrop outside Zhao Ming and Xiaofang’s room, Ling Tian did not rest but returned with Sun Yibin to the private room to rearrange drinks and delicacies, preparing for a long night of discussion.

Once seated, Ling Tian suddenly asked, “Why did you leave the military? With your skills, you could have stayed indefinitely. For the army, cultivating a special forces elite is no easy task.”

Caught off guard, Sun Yibin froze, the glass halfway to his lips.

“Ling Shao, you’re a wise man. You probably already know the answer,” Sun Yibin said gloomily, downing the contents in one gulp.

It was worth noting that he drank the world’s strongest Polish distilled vodka—known in the West as the water of life—with an astounding 96% alcohol content.

“Since you’ve drunk, you can speak now,” Ling Tian said, pouring drinks for both of them before calmly continuing.

Sun Yibin took another sip, then said, “During a mission, we were ambushed by the enemy. After fierce fighting, though we won, my entire squad was wiped out. I was severely wounded and barely survived. Although I recovered, I was left with lasting complications.”

Ling Tian had already used his spiritual insight to verify; Sun Yibin’s condition was genuine.

“Your strength is all in your legs, and the ailment is also in your legs. I believe that if you were at your peak, the last time at the bar, even if you chose to hold back, you would have fought me first. Am I right?” Ling Tian asked with a smile.

Having long recognized Ling Tian’s prowess, Sun Yibin was not surprised but smiled. “Ling Shao, you are not only powerful but also very perceptive. You’re right. If I were in my prime, I definitely would have fought you. But even then, I doubt I would have lasted a single move against you.”

“You’re very self-aware,” Ling Tian said calmly. In truth, if Ling Tian fought at full strength, Sun Yibin wouldn’t even have time to react before being defeated instantly.

Ling Tian stood, circled the table, and approached Sun Yibin. He quickly tapped seven times on Sun Yibin’s legs before returning to his seat. The entire process took less than a minute and seemed casual, but it consumed a considerable amount of Ling Tian’s energy. What appeared to be simple taps was actually a classical healing technique derived from the Six Yang Finger method—profound and mysterious in its effects.