bigabreads Chapter 112 Cooling Down, the Refined Scoundrel Whispers Under the Fan: Sister-in-law, help me fan m
Chapter 112 Cooling Down, the Refined Scoundrel Whispers Under the Fan: Sister-in-law, help me fan m
Thousands of acres of wheat were harvested and stored in a single day, thanks to Qin Lie's tireless long legs and the roar of that steel behemoth.
Night fell and the dark clouds dispersed.
That's the aroma of pork cracklings.
To reward her brothers and the group of barbarian security guards who had worked hard all day, Su Wan specially opened the warehouse and had the canteen fry a full two hundred catties of lard!
Golden and crispy pork cracklings, sprinkled with a handful of fine salt, are then mixed into freshly harvested wheat flour and steamed into fist-sized [pork crackling and scallion steamed buns].
That taste...
……
"Gulp."
In the shadows outside the high walls of the Qin family, a thin, dark figure clung desperately to the base of the wall, the sound of him swallowing his saliva echoing like thunder in the silent night.
He's Wang Ermazi, a good-for-nothing from the neighboring Wangjia Village.
"The Qin family, afflicted by plague... is this how they're going to end it all? Frying oil? And so much of it?"
Wang Ermazi's eyes turned green with envy.
He hasn't tasted meat for half a month. His mean-spirited mother cooks him wild vegetable porridge every day, and now he feels nauseous at the sight of anything green.
But this wall separates us...
The aroma was like a hook, drilling into his brain through his nostrils, making his internal organs twitch.
"I'll just steal one... no, I'll just steal two steamed buns!"
He was so hungry he was audacious.
Wang Ermazi spotted a crooked tree in the Qin family's backyard, which was a blind spot.
He naturally assumed that although the Qin family was wealthy, those men must have been exhausted and fast asleep by now, as for the group of newly recruited barbarians.
Hmph, what do a bunch of savages know about patrolling? They've probably already found a place to lie down and sleep.
"Heave-ho!"
Wang Ermazi, like a skinny monkey, used both his hands and feet to scale the wall.
The courtyard was quiet.
Only the cafeteria in the distance still had its lights on, and that irresistible aroma was wafting from there.
"We're rich! Nobody's here!"
Wang Ermazi was overjoyed and was just about to jump down.
Sudden.
"call--"
A gust of wind swept by.
A large hand, like an iron clamp, silently emerged from the darkness and grabbed the back of his neck.
Immediately afterwards, he was lifted up like a chick, his feet off the ground, dangling in mid-air!
"Ah—! A ghost!"
Wang Ermazi was so frightened that he almost screamed, but his mouth was covered tightly by a large hand that smelled of mutton.
"Sneaking around like that, looking to die?"
A stiff, awkward, but menacing Chinese voice exploded in his ears.
Wang Ermazi stared wide-eyed in horror.
By the moonlight, he met a pair of large, bell-like eyes and a face full of fleshy, fierce features.
It's that barbarian leader, Huh!
……
Finished!
If I fall into the hands of these cannibalistic barbarians, I'll definitely be torn to pieces!
Wang Ermazi closed his eyes in despair and awaited death.
However, the expected excruciating pain did not come.
Hu He simply shoved him to the ground in disgust, then yelled into the walkie-talkie (the makeshift megaphone Su Wan had given him):
"Caught a mouse! Trying to steal food!"
Soon, several equally burly barbarian guards surrounded them.
Wang Ermazi was originally terrified and wet himself.
But when he saw what these barbarians looked like, his fear suddenly turned into a huge, absurd shock that completely shattered his mental state.
Are these still those savages who are barely clothed and only know how to yell and scream?
This group of barbarians were all dressed in dark blue work uniforms issued by the Qin family, with shiny black rubber shoes on their feet and armed belts around their waists. They looked as spirited as a regular army!
The most fatal thing is...
Huhe was holding a large white steamed bun that had been bitten in half.
The steamed buns were so white they seemed to glow, and so soft they resembled clouds. At the broken edges, you could see golden oil residue and emerald green scallions, their oil glistening in the moonlight.
"Slurp..."
Looking at the steamed bun, tears involuntarily streamed down Wang Ermazi's face.
"You...you guys eat this?"
His voice trembled as he pointed at the steamed bun, as if he had seen a tribute from the Jade Emperor.
Huhe snorted dismissively, casually stuffed the steamed bun into his mouth, and chewed it in two bites.
"What's this? This is our late-night snack. We had braised pork with glass noodles for dinner, it was too greasy, so we're having something light to cleanse our palates."
night snack?
Too greasy?
Squeezing a crack?!
These three words together were like a heavy hammer blow, slamming into Wang Ermazi's skull.
"Wow--!"
This 30-something good-for-nothing actually broke down and cried on the spot:
"This is outrageous! Even savages are eating pork cracklings! I'm not even as good as a savage!"
"Kill me! Let me be reborn as a barbarian in my next life!"
The cries were so heart-wrenching and indignant that they startled the Qin brothers, who were in the study "tutoring" Su Wan.
……
"It's so noisy."
The study door creaked open.
The first to step forward was the second son, Qin Mo.
He was dressed in a moon-white long robe tonight, with his signature gold-rimmed glasses perched on his nose, and a folding fan in his hand. He looked as gentle and refined as jade, extremely cultured.
If you ignore the fleeting glint of cold light behind his glasses.
Su Wan followed behind him, wearing a large outer robe, her hair loosely tied in a bun, clearly having been woken up just as she was getting sleepy.
"What happened?" Su Wan rubbed her eyes, her voice soft and sweet.
In the courtyard, Hu He was about to drag Wang Ermazi, who was crying with snot and tears streaming down his face, over.
"Don't come any closer."
Qin Mo suddenly spoke.
His voice was cold and clear, yet it carried an undeniable air of authority.
He stopped and stood upwind, his brow furrowing in disgust.
Besides the smell of cooking oil, the air was now filled with the sour stench of Wang Ermazi, and even a... stench of urine (I was so scared I peed my pants).
For Qin Mo, who has obsessive-compulsive disorder about cleanliness, this was practically a biological attack.
"Sister-in-law, don't look."
Qin Mo suddenly turned to the side, and in that instant, his movement was extremely elegant.
"Whoosh—!"
The folding fan in his hand suddenly unfolded.
That wasn't for fanning.
Instead, it acted like a barrier, directly in front of Su Wan's nose, blocking her view and also blocking the polluted air drifting over from that side.
He took half a step forward.
Su Wan was instantly trapped in an extremely small space by him.
Behind her was Qin Mo's warm and broad chest, and in front of her was a folding fan that carried the scent of ink.
She was completely enveloped in his shadow.
"Second...Second Brother?" Su Wan felt a little uncomfortable with this excessive intimacy and wanted to back away.
"Don't move."
Qin Mo's voice rang out above her head, deep and with a hint of husky magnetism.
He didn't look at her; his narrow, phoenix-shaped eyes, hidden behind his glasses, were coldly staring at the filthy Wang Ermazi not far away, his gaze so sinister it was as if he were looking at a pile of dead flesh.
But his body was pressed tightly against Su Wan's back.
His chest vibrated slightly, conveying a sense of oppressive pressure that made one's heart pound.
"Sister-in-law, this filthy thing... how dare it climb over our wall!"
He lowered his head slightly.
His lips almost touched Su Wan's earlobe, and his warm breath sprayed onto the sensitive skin on her neck, arousing a subtle shiver.
To outsiders, this posture makes it appear as if he is protecting her and preventing her from being frightened.
Only Su Wan knew that he was taking the opportunity to "cross the line".
His other hand was resting lightly on her waist, his fingertips moving extremely slowly through the thin fabric of her clothes.
The fingertips were rough, bearing the thin calluses left from writing.
That touch made Su Wan feel weak all over.
"He saw you."
Qin Mo's voice suddenly turned cold, carrying a chilling possessiveness:
"Those dog eyes were staring at my sister-in-law's feet just now...so dirty."
Su Wan looked down and realized that she had rushed out and hadn't put her shoes on properly, leaving a small section of her snow-white heels exposed.
"I...I'll go back and get dressed..." Su Wan blushed and tried to shrink back.
"Need not."
Qin Mo tightened his arms around her, holding her tightly in his embrace, the folding fan still blocking her view and isolating her from the outside world.
"Sister-in-law, you just need to make a decision."
His eyes were filled with gloom as he stared at the terrified Wang Ermazi, but a smile that was both extremely gentle and extremely cruel curled at the corners of his lips:
"To kill... or to spare?"
"If your sister-in-law feels disgusted, just blink."
"Second Brother, let him...disappear completely."
"I promise to do it thoroughly and clean it so that our land doesn't get dirty."
This is Qin Mo.
A scoundrel.
He could speak the most ruthless words in the gentlest tone. At that moment, the murderous intent in his eyes was real; if Su Wan nodded, that Wang Ermazi would become fertilizer tonight.
Although Wang Ermazi couldn't hear what they were saying, he instinctively felt the fear of death.
That white-robed scholar with the fan was more terrifying than those barbarians!
That's the King of Hell!
"No! Don't kill me! I'm Wang Er from the next village! I was just craving something! I'm not a thief! I didn't steal anything!"
Wang Ermazi kowtowed desperately, until his forehead bled:
"Lady Su! Goddess! Spare me! I'll work for you! I'll be your slave! Just give me some leftovers!"
Su Wan took a deep breath, forcibly calming her racing heartbeat, which had been stirred up by Qin Mo.
She knew her second brother too well.
He really does take action.
"Second brother, no..."
Su Wan reached out and gently grasped Qin Mo's wrist, which was holding the folding fan.
It is cold to the touch, with distinct joints.
"He's just a glutton who steals food; he doesn't deserve to die."
Su Wan's voice was soft, carrying a hint of soothing:
"Besides, we're in the construction phase and short-handed right now. Killing him would mean dealing with the body, which is such a hassle."
Qin Mo lowered his eyes.
Looking at the slender, fair hand resting on his wrist, the gloom in his eyes instantly dissipated.
"My sister-in-law is soft-hearted."
He sighed softly, somewhat regretfully putting away his folding fan, but his body remained firmly in place, maintaining that highly aggressive embracing posture.
"Since my sister-in-law has spoken, then let him live."
He raised his head, his gold-rimmed glasses reflecting a cold light in the lantern's glow, and calmly instructed Hu He:
"Take him away."
"If you want to eat our food, then you have to do the dirtiest work."
"Starting tomorrow, make him clean the outhouse."
"If you can't clean it properly, just throw it into the septic tank... as fertilizer."
Hu He shuddered, grabbed Wang Ermazi who was still kowtowing, and yelled, "Did you hear that?! Second Master has shown mercy! Now get out there and wash yourself clean!"
Wang Ermazi felt as if he had been granted a pardon and was dragged away like a dead dog.
The courtyard finally quieted down.
The stench in the air dissipated, leaving only the faint scent of ink on Qin Mo's body and the pleasant smell of soap pods in Su Wan's hair.
"Second brother, the person is gone, can you... let me go now?"
Su Wan's cheeks flushed, and she whispered a reminder.
His chest was pressed so close that she could clearly feel his steady, powerful heartbeat, each beat striking her back.
Qin Mo chuckled softly.
He didn't let go immediately, but instead lowered his head and gently rubbed his chin against the top of her head, like a satisfied big cat.
"Sister-in-law."
He whispered in her ear, his voice carrying a suppressed fire:
"That thief just now looked at your feet."
"I'm very unhappy."
Su Wan froze, about to explain.
But then I felt a chill in my hand.
Qin Mo placed the folding fan into her hand, then, holding her hand, guided the fan handle slowly and intimately across his Adam's apple, down to his collar:
"Second Brother restrained himself from killing someone just now... but he's a bit angry now."
"As compensation..."
"Sister-in-law, tonight you need to help Second Brother... cool down."
His eyes were deep, and the gaze behind his glasses seemed to want to devour her whole.
"Use this fan... to fan me, okay?"
Although he said he was "fanning her," he held her wrist and slowly reached into the depths of his clothes.
Su Wan's fingers touched the burning hot skin below his collarbone.
That was a fiery heat belonging to an adult man, completely different from his refined appearance.
This is hardly a way to cool down the fire.
This is clearly playing with fire!