After being bought by seven rough men and taken to the deep mountains, I was pampered.

Chapter 145 Third Brother carried her up the mountain of rice, buried his head and sniffed deeply: J

The rice shop street in the county town is now deserted and lifeless.

At this time of year, this place would be bustling with people and traffic jams as people stockpile food for the winter.

But now, those once arrogant grain merchants are squatting at their doorways with long faces, sleeves tucked in, staring blankly at their bags of stale rice.

However, the situation was quite the opposite in the Langya Special Zone, which was dozens of miles away.

A long convoy stretched from the Qin family's grain and oil center all the way to the town entrance. Those weren't there to sell grain; they were all there to buy it.

"Master Qin! Please have mercy! Take us in!"

At the entrance of the grain and oil center's office, Manager Zhou, the county's largest grain merchant, was kneeling on the ground, weeping bitterly, utterly disgraceful.

Behind him followed the rice shop owners who were usually inseparable from him, but now they all looked like wilted eggplants.

"Manager Zhou, what makes you say that?"

Qin Yue sat behind the large mahogany desk, casually twirling a fountain pen in his hand—a new gadget the twins had recently invented. He smiled amicably, but his charming eyes held a chilling coldness.

"Your Zhou's Rice Shop is a well-known brand in the county. Even your old rice, mixed with sand, is sold at the price of tribute rice. What? Now you're thinking of our rural place?"

Manager Zhou blushed, wishing he could disappear into the ground.

In previous years, they monopolized grain prices and certainly did their fair share of unethical things like adulterating grain and selling stale grain. But who could have imagined that the Qin family would suddenly appear this year, not only providing unlimited grain supplies, but also that the quality of their rice... was simply despair-inducing!

"Fourth Master Qin, please stop insulting me."

Shopkeeper Zhou pulled a cloth bag from his pocket, opened it with trembling hands, revealing some yellowish millet inside:

"This is the best grain I have in my storeroom. If you're willing to take it, I... I'm willing to give the Qin family my shop and land deeds! I just ask that the Qin family spare me a meal!"

Qin Yue glanced at the rice in the bag, then disgustedly shielded his nose with his folding fan, as if he smelled something rancid.

"This stuff is so coarse that even pigs would find it too rough, Manager Zhou should keep it for himself."

He stood up, walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window in his office, and pointed to the imposing, cylindrical building outside:

"Did you see that?"

"That's the Qin family's 'Number One Granary'."

"Want to know what's inside?"

Qin Yue snapped his fingers.

Hu He, who was standing at the door, immediately brought in an exquisite glass plate. On the plate was a small pile of crystal-clear, plump grains of rice that even shimmered with an oily sheen in the sunlight.

That's the "Pearl Rice" produced by Space and improved over several generations.

"This is the rice from our Qin family canteen, the rice we give to the farmhands."

Qin Yue's casual remark struck Manager Zhou's heart like a heavy hammer.

For the farmhands to eat?!

Manager Zhou stared at the plate of rice, his eyes nearly popping out of their sockets. Each grain was like jade, without a single impurity; even the imperial rice offered as tribute to the emperor couldn't compare!

The Qin family actually used it to feed their farmhands?!

"Manager Zhou, shall we continue the competition?" Qin Yue looked at him with a half-smile.

Manager Zhou's body went limp, and he collapsed to the ground.

Before this plate of pearl rice noodles, none of the grain merchants in their county were even worthy of carrying the Qin family's shoes.

"Fourth Master Qin... I'm impressed."

With trembling hands, Manager Zhou pulled out his family's ancestral land deed and seal from his pocket, raised them above his head, and slammed his forehead heavily against the cold floor.

"Zhou's Rice Shop... is willing to be merged into the Qin family. Even if it means being a mere porter for the Qin family, I'll accept it!"

Qin Yue took the land deed, a satisfied smile curving his lips.

……

at the same time.

The interior of Qin Family No. 1 Grain Warehouse.

The huge warehouse has a domed ceiling, and a few beams of winter sunlight shine through the ventilation windows high up, illuminating the mountains of sacks.

"How is the humidity control for this batch of new rice?"

Su Wan wore a neat light beige jumpsuit, with a dark brown leather belt around her waist, outlining her slender waist.

Her long hair was casually tied up, and she was moving among the grain piles, holding a long probe for measuring temperature.

"Don't worry, Jiaojiao! The humidity is just right! I just touched every single bag, and they're perfectly dry!"

A deep, rough voice came from the tall pile of grain.

Immediately afterwards, there was a muffled "thud".

Qin Meng jumped directly down from the more than three-meter-high grain stack, landing steadily in front of Su Wan, causing dust to fly up from the ground.

He was dressed very lightly today.

Even though it was freezing cold outside, inside this enclosed granary, he was only wearing a black, tight-fitting vest because of the heavy work.

His vest was soaked with sweat, clinging tightly to his body and outlining his well-defined, rock-hard abdominal muscles.

Sweat dripped slowly down his bronze skin, following the lines of his muscles, and gathered on his chest, exuding a strong and domineering aura of masculine hormones.

That's the smell of laborers, and it's also the smell of wild beasts.

"Third brother, be gentle."

Su Wan was startled by his sudden appearance, gave him a reproachful glare, took out a handkerchief, and stood on tiptoe to wipe the sweat from his forehead:

"It's all dust, aren't you afraid of choking on it?"

Qin Meng looked at the delicate little woman in front of him, chuckled, and revealed a set of bright white teeth.

He didn't bend down and let her wipe it.

Instead, he suddenly reached out his large, calloused hand, still covered in some grain husks, and grabbed Su Wan's wrist, which was holding a handkerchief.

"Jiaojiao, it's too high, you can't reach it."

Qin Meng's voice was low and hoarse as he stared intently at Su Wan's stunningly beautiful face, which was free of makeup.

next second.

He suddenly bent down and grabbed Su Wan's waist with both hands.

"what!"

Su Wan felt a sudden lightness in her body, and she was instantly lifted into the air.

Qin Meng lifted her up like a child, supporting her buttocks with one hand, and then placed her steadily on the grain stack next to him, which was more than a meter tall.

Now, the perspective is reversed.

Su Wan sat on the high sack, her legs dangling down, hovering just above Qin Meng's chest.

Qin Meng stood on the ground, tilting his head slightly upwards, looking up at her high above him.

"Now I can reach it."

He took a step forward, his tall body squeezing between Su Wan's legs, pressing against her forcefully and domineeringly.

"Third Brother! This is a granary! There are workers outside!"

Su Wan tried to push him away in a panic, but when her hand touched his hot, smooth shoulder, it felt like she had been burned and she couldn't exert any strength at all.

"Nobody's here."

Qin Meng's large hand rested on her knee, his rough fingertips gently caressing the sensitive back of her knee through the thin fabric of her work pants:

"The workers have all gone to eat. Now it's just me and Jiaojiao here."

"and……"

He raised his head, and his usually honest and kind eyes now resembled those of a starving wolf, gleaming with a ferocious light that seemed intent on devouring the person before him.

"I'm hungry too."

Su Wan's heart skipped a beat: "Hungry... if you're hungry, go eat! The cafeteria has braised pork today..."

"I don't want to eat braised pork."

There is not only the fragrance of rice, but also a faint, unique aroma that belongs to Suwan.

This taste drove him wilder than all the grain in the warehouse combined.

"Jiaojiao".

His voice was muffled, carrying a hint of grievance and longing:

"But……"

He took Su Wan's hand and pressed it against his violently heaving chest.

There, my heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to burst out of my ribs.

"My place... is full too."

"It's all just a pretty face."

"It's about to overflow, it's making me feel uncomfortable."

Su Wan blushed deeply at his corny yet extremely blatant love talk.

What an idiot!

He usually seems so honest, how come he's even more talkative than the fourth brother at a time like this?!

"You...you put me down first..." Su Wan tried to struggle.

"I won't let go."

Qin Meng not only didn't let go, but his extremely aggressive manner made Su Wan's body go limp, and she almost fell off the sack.

"Be careful!"

Qin Meng reacted quickly, pulling her into his arms.

After this lap, the distance between the two was completely reduced to zero.

Although Su Wan's work pants were made of durable fabric, they looked so flimsy next to Qin Meng's sweat-soaked vest.

She could clearly feel that every muscle in his body was radiating astonishing heat, like a giant human furnace, about to melt her into the pile of grain.

"Jiaojiao, smell it."

Qin Meng grabbed a handful of rice that was scattered on the sack and brought it to Su Wan's face.

The grains of rice looked exceptionally white in his rough, dark palms.

"This is this year's new rice, doesn't it smell good?"

Su Wan nodded subconsciously: "It smells good..."

"This rice is indeed fragrant."

Qin Meng threw away the rice in his hand, clapped his hands, and the fine rice bran dust flew into the air, sparkling in the sunlight.

Then, he moved closer again, his sweaty face close to Su Wan's neck.

He didn't kiss her directly.

Instead, like a big dog, it snorted and sniffed the scent on her skin deeply and greedily.

It was a scent that blended a hint of sweat, a touch of perfume, and that intoxicating body odor.

"But……"

"Jiaojiao smells even better."

"It's even more fragrant than 100,000 bushels of grain..."

"I really want to..."

He suddenly opened his mouth and kissed her snow-white neck hard, leaving a clear red mark:

"I'll treat you like this grain of rice, and hide you inside my belly."

"That way, no one can take it away."

"Ugh...it hurts..."

Su Wan let out a soft cry, and tears welled up in the corners of her eyes.

That barbarian, he doesn't know his own strength when he bites!

Hearing her cry out in pain, Qin Meng panicked instantly.

That ferocious urge to devour instantly vanished, and he transformed into a big golden retriever who had done something wrong.

He looked up at the red mark, and somewhat helplessly stuck out his tongue to gently lick it, as if trying to soothe the wound.

"Jiaojiao... I'm sorry, I was just too hungry."

He scratched his head in frustration, his large hand, still covered in rice husks, reaching out to touch Su Wan's face, but afraid of getting her dirty, it remained frozen in mid-air.

"I can't control myself when I see Jiaojiao."

"No matter how much rice is in this granary, it's for outsiders to eat."

"I only have Jiaojiao as my 'soft rice bowl'..."

His eyes were fixed intently on Su Wan's rosy lips:

"It belongs to me alone."

Su Wan was rendered speechless by his fierce yet adorable demeanor.

She reached out and cupped his sweaty face in her hands, her fingertips gently stroking his slightly prickly stubble:

"Fool."

"I belong to the Qin family; do you think I'd run away with this meal?"

"That's different."

Qin Meng stubbornly shook his head, his large hand gripping her waist again, pulling her closer to him.

"My older brother said we have to keep a close eye on the good stuff."

He suddenly seemed to remember something, and without waiting for Su Wan's reply, he directly supported her back with one hand and put the other hand under her legs, lifting her down from the grain stack.

But he didn't put her on the ground.

Instead, he turned and walked towards the small rest room that had been temporarily set up for night watch deep inside the granary.

"Where are we going?" Su Wan exclaimed in surprise.

"Go inside."

Qin Meng kicked open the door to the lounge. Inside, there was only a simple cot with a thin mattress on it.

But he didn't care.

He put Su Wan on the bed.

The air inside the space instantly became thin and hot.

"There... rice sacks can be used as mattresses; they're soft."

As Qin Meng spoke, he skillfully unbuckled Su Wan's belt.

Although his fingers were large, his movements were not clumsy; in fact, they carried an impatient skill.

"Click".

The sound of the belt buckle loosening was particularly clear in the quiet room.

"and……"

Qin Meng lowered his head, looking at the exposed section of her snow-white waist, his Adam's apple bobbing as if he were swallowing something delicious:

"I just worked up a sweat."

"Isn't Jiaojiao a clean person?"

"Then Jiaojiao, please help me... wipe away my sweat."

"Where should I wipe it?" Su Wan asked knowingly, her eyes sparkling as she traced circles on his sweaty chest with her fingers.

"Use this..."

……

Half an hour later.

Outside the granary, the clamor of workers returning from their shifts could be heard.

"Huh? Why is the door closed?"

"Where's Third Master Qin? I just saw him carrying sacks."

"Shh! Be quiet! Didn't you see the 'In Inventory in Progress' sign on the door?"

The workers dared not say anything and all took a detour.

And in that enclosed lounge.

Su Wan's hair was disheveled, her cheeks were flushed, and she was leaning weakly in Qin Meng's arms.

Qin Meng's once-soaked vest was nowhere to be found. Now, he was shirtless, and his originally bronze skin was covered in sweat and several ambiguous scratch marks.

He held Su Wan with a satisfied look on his face, his large hand stroking her back gently, as if he were soothing a cat with its fur standing on end.

"Jiaojiao, this 'soft rice'...it smells so good."

He leaned close to Su Wan's ear, his voice languid and hoarse with the afterglow of their encounter:

"It tastes a million times better than the rice you get outside."

Su Wan bit his chest in annoyance, but only left a row of shallow teeth marks:

"Eat your fill, then get to work!"

"Okay!"

Qin Meng rolled out of bed, casually put on his vest, and seemed to be full of inexhaustible energy.

He carried a 200-pound bag of rice from the corner as easily as carrying a ball of cotton.

As he reached the door, he suddenly turned back, grinned at Su Wan on the bed, and his smile carried a possessive and wild glint in it:

"Jiaojiao, you should rest first."

"After I finish moving all this grain, I'll go back tonight..."

"I'll let Jiaojiao taste just how strong I really am."

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