bigabreads Chapter 108 Ink Marks on the Collarbone! The Fifth Brother ripped open his collar, his eyes bloodsho
Chapter 108 Ink Marks on the Collarbone! The Fifth Brother ripped open his collar, his eyes bloodsho
Qin Yun, that madman, used an exorbitantly priced toilet paper roll to wipe Su Wan's mouth in public, then stomped it into the mud.
This kick shattered the barbarian's dignity and also revealed their absolute awe of the Qin family.
Over the next few days, the atmosphere at the construction site in Langya Village reached its peak.
No need for supervision.
No whip needed.
These barbarian men were like they'd been injected with chicken blood; they'd give anything to get an extra piece of candy or a glance from the goddess.
……
At dusk, the setting sun was like blood.
A brand-new, paved road, covered with gravel and cinders, stretches for ten miles across the wasteland.
This is a miracle.
"Work halted—!!"
With the sound of a gong.
Su Wan stood on the high platform, wearing that snow-white fox fur coat.
Although she has been under close surveillance by her brothers these past few days (especially her second and fourth brothers, who wish they could put her in a sterile box), as the "spiritual leader," she must be present at this moment to win people's hearts.
"Huh."
Su Wan called out softly.
At the very front of the crowd, the burly man numbered 001 trembled, like a primary school student whose name had been called, and walked out awkwardly, his hands and feet clasped together.
"Yes...I'm here!"
Huhe's face was covered in soot and his hands were covered in blood blisters, but his eyes were frighteningly bright.
"You've worked the hardest this week."
Su Wan took out a brand-new, heavy silver medal (a system-customized medal for outstanding employees) and personally hung it around his neck.
The silver medal clung to his rough skin, cool to the touch, yet it warmed his heart.
"According to the Qin family's rules, those who make contributions will be rewarded."
Su Wan's voice was gentle:
"Besides this silver medal, you have one more wish. Tell me, what do you want? More meat? Or...?"
"I don't want meat!"
Hu He suddenly roared, startling Su Wan.
Suddenly, the burly man, who was 1.9 meters tall, knelt down with a "thud," his knees creating a crater in the frozen ground.
"Madam!"
Huhe raised his head, his eyes red-rimmed, his voice trembling:
"I am a nameless bastard. The people in the tribe used to call me 'Huhe,' which means 'wild boar.'"
"Now that I'm wearing the Qin family's clothes and eating the Qin family's food, I feel like... I'm a real person now."
He kowtowed hard, blood seeping from his forehead.
"Please, Majesty... grant me a Chinese name!"
"I don't want to be a wild boar anymore! I want to be the Qin family's watchdog! Even in death, I want my tombstone to bear the name bestowed by the mistress!"
All the barbarians held their breath, staring at Huhe with a mixture of fervor and envy.
In this era, bestowing a name signifies acceptance.
This means they went from being "livestock" to "servants".
Su Wan was stunned for a moment.
She looked at the man before her, so humble he was practically invisible, and a thought struck her.
"Since you want to stay in the Qin family..."
She hesitated for a moment, then parted her lips slightly:
"Then let's call him... Ah Zhong."
"Be loyal to your duties and stay true to your original aspirations."
boom--!
Ah Zhong (formerly Hu He) was trembling violently.
"Ah Zhong... Ah Zhong..."
He kept repeating those two words, then suddenly burst into tears:
"I have a name! I have a name!"
"Thank you, Mistress, for bestowing this name upon me! From this day forward, there will be no more Hu He in this world, only Qin A Zhong! Anyone who dares to harm a single hair on Mistress's head, I, A Zhong, will be the first to bite off their throat!"
that moment.
Hundreds of barbarians knelt down in unison, chanting the name "Ah Zhong".
The scene was exhilarating and deeply moving.
however.
In the shadows.
There were a few pairs of eyes, but they were as cold as if they had been quenched with ice.
……
The study in the inner courtyard was shrouded in deep night.
After finishing the day's accounts, Su Wan felt a bit sore in her neck.
She had just put down her brush and was about to get up to pour herself a glass of water.
"Bang!"
A loud bang.
The heavy rosewood door to the study was violently pushed open from the outside and then slammed shut.
The sound of the bolt locking the door was particularly jarring in the quiet night.
Su Wan was startled and almost dropped the teacup in her hand.
"who……"
When she turned around, she met a pair of scarlet eyes, filled with wildness and jealousy.
It's the fifth one, Qin Feng.
He had just come down from the patrol team, still wearing his black, tight-fitting combat uniform, which was damp with the chill of the wind and snow and smelled strongly of gunpowder.
But he didn't say anything.
He just stared intently at Su Wan, his eyes like those of a wolf cub whose meat had been stolen.
Feeling wronged and angry.
And it also carried a fierce urge to devour her whole.
"Xiao Wu? What's wrong?"
Su Wan sensed that something was wrong and subconsciously took a step back, her waist resting against the edge of the large desk.
"Sister-in-law."
Qin Feng spoke.
His voice was terribly hoarse, as if he had a handful of sand in his mouth.
He approached step by step, his black military boots clattering on the wooden floor, each step feeling like a blow to Su Wan's heart.
"You gave him a name."
It is not a question.
It is a declarative sentence.
It has a strong, pungent smell of aged vinegar.
"Huh?" Su Wan blinked, trying to reason with him, "You mean Ah Zhong? He's the foreman, he works hard, and this is also for..."
"Why should I?!"
Qin Feng suddenly let out a low roar and charged forward.
Before Su Wan could react, he picked her up and placed her directly on the large mahogany desk!
"Hmm!"
Su Wan exclaimed in surprise.
The Xuan paper and inkstone on the table were swept to the ground, making a crackling sound.
But Qin Feng didn't care at all.
He braced himself on both sides of Su Wan, trapping her tightly between himself and the desk.
He leaned down, his young, handsome face, yet with a wolfish glint, close to Su Wan's nose.
"That's just a stray dog!"
Qin Feng gritted his teeth, his chest heaving violently, his hot breath spraying onto Su Wan's face:
"He's only been here a few days? How many decent meals has he had? Does he even deserve to have his sister-in-law name him?"
"Still called 'Ah Zhong'?"
Qin Feng sneered, his eyes red with anger:
"Loyalty? He doesn't know anything about loyalty!"
"That's the name I wanted to call! I wanted to be my sister-in-law's most loyal dog! Why did he steal it from me?!"
Su Wan: "..."
They're going to rob this too?
Do the men of the Qin family misdirect their competitive spirit?
"Xiao Wu, stop fooling around..." Su Wan reached out to push him away, her palm pressing against his hard pectoral muscles. "That's just a code name..."
"It's not a code name!"
Qin Feng grabbed her hand.
His palms were burning hot, calloused, and slightly sweaty with excitement.
"That's a brand."
"His sister-in-law gave him a name, which was like stamping a mark on him."
Qin Feng's gaze fell on the purple-haired brush that Su Wan was still holding in her other hand.
The nib of the brush was fully dipped in thick ink, with even a single drop of ink about to drip.
His eyes suddenly darkened.
His Adam's apple bobbed violently.
"I want one too."
Qin Feng's voice suddenly lowered, becoming dangerously hoarse.
"What do you want?" Su Wan's heart skipped a beat.
"I need my sister-in-law to stamp it for me."
Qin Feng suddenly released one hand and grabbed the collar of his combat uniform.
Stab it--!
The sound of cloth tearing.
He actually ripped open his collar!
The black fabric was violently torn open, revealing a large expanse of honey-colored, firm chest, and two deeply sunken, incredibly sexy collarbones.
His skin was flushed a light pink from the excitement, and his muscles were taut, rising and falling slightly with his breathing.
"Write."
Qin Feng grabbed Su Wan's hand that was holding the pen and forced it against his chest.
"Sister-in-law, write it here."
"Write what?" Su Wan's hands were trembling.
The pen tip was only a millimeter away from his skin.
The smell of ink, mixed with the strong scent of his hormones, made her dizzy.
Write my name.
Qin Feng's eyes were burning, as if two flames were burning within them:
"No... write 'Su Su's Private Property'."
"I want everyone to see who I belong to."
Su Wan's face turned bright red: "This...this is ridiculous! People will laugh at us..."
"Who dares to laugh?"
Qin Feng snorted coldly, leaned forward, and moved even closer to her.
His collarbone almost touched the tip of the pen.
That single drop of ink, full of color, finally succumbed to gravity.
Tick.
Ink drips.
It landed perfectly in the hollow of his collarbone.
Black ink, honey-colored skin.
The stark visual contrast was so erotic that it was almost unbearable to look directly at it.
The ink flowed slowly down his collarbone, across his chest muscles, and into the depths of his collar.
"hiss……"
Qin Feng gasped.
The ink is cold.
But his blood was boiling.
This coolness, instead of extinguishing his fire, acted like a powerful medicine, causing all the blood in his body to rush to his lower abdomen.
"Sister-in-law..."
Qin Feng's voice changed.
It was no longer the angry roar from before, but a sticky, panting plea.
"It's dirty..."
He held Su Wan's hand, but instead of letting her wipe it away, he guided her hand and directed the pen to trace the ink mark.
The pen tip is soft.
The brush bristles brushed against sensitive skin.
It brought waves of tingling, itchy sensation.
"No...don't do this..." Su Wan's hands were so weak that she couldn't hold the pen at all.
"Write it!"
Qin Feng's eyes were bloodshot, as if he was enduring immense pain and pleasure.
He simply threw the pen away.
Clang.
The calligraphy brush rolled to the ground.
"The pen is too soft, I can't write with it."
Qin Feng stared at Su Wan, a wicked smile playing on his lips:
"Sister-in-law...use this to write it."
He grabbed Su Wan's slender, fair index finger.
He pressed it directly into the pool of ink in the hollow of his collarbone.
Stir it vigorously.
Ink stained her fingertips black.
It also stained that patch of his skin black.
"Write with your finger...it's better to carve it into your flesh."
Qin Feng closed his eyes, tilted his head back, and his long neck formed a delicate yet sensual curve, his Adam's apple protruding and sliding up and down.
"Sister-in-law, push harder."
"It doesn't matter if you cut me."
"I want to have a scar."
"I want to carry the mark my sister-in-law gave me for the rest of my life."
Su Wan was forced into a corner by him.
Her fingers were forced to trace lines on his skin, beneath which lay his burning body temperature and taut muscles.
The touch was so real, so hot.
She tried to pull her hand back, but he held it firmly.
"Write about 'wind'."
Qin Feng lowered his head and coaxed her in her ear:
"Write 'Ah Feng is Su Su's dog'."
"Sister-in-law, am I more obedient than that Ah Zhong?"
Am I stronger than him?
"Am I... more likely to make my sister-in-law happy?"
This isn't about asking for a name.
This is clearly a plea for sex!
This is clearly a blatant attempt to win favor!
Su Wan felt like she was suffocating.
This usually straightforward little wolfhound can be even more ferocious than Qin Lie when he goes crazy!
"Xiao Wu! Let me go!"
Su Wan finally couldn't hold back and pushed his face with her other clean hand.
"I won't let go!"
Qin Feng started acting like a rogue.
Not only did he not let go, but he squeezed his entire body between Su Wan's legs (even though there was a skirt between them).
He lowered his head and kissed Su Wan's lips without hesitation.
It carried the scent of ink.
It carries a reckless and ruthless spirit.
"Well……"
Su Wan's protests were all swallowed.
His kisses were haphazard, purely beastly biting and plundering.
He was venting his dissatisfaction.
He is demanding compensation.
He only let go when Su Wan's lips went numb and she was about to suffocate.
But he did not back down.
Instead, he buried his face in Su Wan's neck, rubbing his furry head against her like a wronged dog.
"Sister-in-law..."
"I want a name too..."
"I want a brand name too..."
"I want to wear it around my neck too..."
Su Wan was so touched by his touch that she felt incredibly soft-hearted, and she was both annoyed and amused.
She looked at the man before her, who was clearly over six feet tall and a ruthless killer, yet was now acting like a child, vying for attention with a slave.
"Okay, okay, okay."
Su Wan sighed helplessly and reached out to ruffle his slightly prickly short hair:
"Here you go, all of it is yours."
"I'll have someone make you a gold medal tomorrow, pure gold, with your name engraved on it, okay?"
Qin Feng suddenly raised his head, his eyes shining like two searchlights:
"real?"
"real."
"I want 'Su Su's Ah Feng' engraved!"
"...kekeke."
"It also needs to be studded with diamonds! Ten times bigger than Ah Zhong's!"
"Okay, okay."
Qin Feng was finally satisfied.
He looked at Su Wan's lips, which were swollen and red from his kisses, and then looked down at the mess of ink stains on his chest.
Suddenly, he grinned, revealing two sharp little tiger teeth:
"My sister-in-law is so kind."
"Now..."
He took Su Wan's ink-stained finger and kissed it:
"In return, I'll wash your fingers clean for you."
"How do I wash it?"
Qin Feng's eyes darkened, and he opened his mouth, taking the finger into his mouth.
The tip of the tongue curls over the fingers.
The barbs of the tongue scrape across the fingertips.
Su Wan trembled and almost slipped off the table.
"Mmm...it's sweet."
Qin Feng mumbled incoherently, his eyes fixed on her as if he were eating some kind of exquisite delicacy, not ink:
"My sister-in-law's fingers are sweet."
……
at the same time.
Outside.
A tall, slender figure stood silently in the shadows.
It's the third brother, Qin Meng.
He was holding a large bowl of chicken noodle soup, a late-night snack he had brought for Su Wan.
He listened to the sounds coming from inside, and to Lao Wu's shameless whining and demands for kisses.
Qin Meng looked down at his thick arms and then touched his empty neck.
"I want one too..."
He muttered something under his breath, a glint of honest yet persistent shrewdness flashing in his eyes:
"I'm stronger than the fifth brother, I can be your dog too."
"Tomorrow... I'll go get a plaque too."
"I want the biggest one."