bigabreads Chapter 175 The skirt is too tight! In the fitting room, the second brother tightened his waist – th
Chapter 175 The skirt is too tight! In the fitting room, the second brother tightened his waist – th
The morning in the Wolf Fang Special Zone was awakened by an unprecedented scent of perfume.
After a night of rest, the "Black Jade Belt" connecting to the outside world was filled with all kinds of luxurious carriages.
It wasn't just merchants who came to buy goods; many more were noblewomen from the prefectural city who had heard the rumor that "the Qin family can make people young again" and had traveled thousands of miles to come.
On the top floor of the Genting Apartments, a silent war about "beauty" is being waged.
"Inhale."
Qin Mo's voice was as cold as ice, devoid of any emotion, yet it exuded an oppressive aura that compelled people to obey.
In front of a huge floor-length mirror.
Su Wan gripped the door frame of the changing room with both hands, her knuckles turning slightly white from the force.
She was wearing an unfinished "sample dress" designed by Qin Mo himself.
It was a modified version of a dark green velvet cheongsam.
Unlike the wide-sleeved robes on the market, this garment is cut in an extremely ingenious way.
Every inch of fabric clung to her body curves like a second skin, perfectly outlining her slender neck, delicate waist, and pert buttocks.
"Second brother...it's too tight..."
Su Wan held her breath, her face flushed red, feeling as if her ribs were about to be broken by the clothes.
"tight?"
Qin Mo pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, and a glint of light flashed behind the lenses.
He held a yellow leather ruler in his hand and did not answer immediately, but instead went around to Su Wan's back.
"It's not that the clothes are tight."
He stretched out his icy fingers and pressed them against Su Wan's lower back through the thin layer of velvet.
There, the finger marks left by Qin Lie last night had not completely faded, and there was a faint, ambiguous bluish-purple tinge.
"It's Wan'er... she's swollen."
Qin Mo's voice was very soft, but it was like a needle that pierced through Su Wan's bottom line of shame.
"Last night in the car... my brother went too far."
As he spoke, he wrapped the soft measuring tape around Su Wan's waist.
"hiss--"
The cold edge of the measuring tape dug into her warm flesh, sending a shiver down Su Wan's spine.
"Bear with it."
Qin Mo suddenly tightened the soft ruler.
"Hmm!"
Su Wan was forced to straighten her chest, her waist collapsing in a breathtaking arc.
"Waist circumference... 2 feet 1 inch." Qin Mo frowned slightly as he looked at the markings on the measuring tape. "It's half an inch thicker than the last time I measured it."
"That's...that's swollen!" Su Wan was filled with shame and indignation.
"I know."
Qin Mo responded calmly.
He suddenly loosened one end of the measuring tape, letting it hang to the ground.
Then, those long, slender hands with distinct knuckles reached inside the high slit of the cheongsam that went all the way up to the thigh.
"Second Brother! What are you doing?!" Su Wan exclaimed, trying to close her legs, but the tight hem of her cheongsam restricted her movements.
"Don't move."
Qin Mo's palm touched the skin on the outside of her thigh.
There were also several ambiguous red marks there.
"I'm checking... the tension of this fabric."
He was spouting nonsense with a straight face, but his fingertips were slowly stroking the red mark, the warmth of his palm seeping through his skin, gently soothing the soreness.
"This velvet, though elastic, has its limits."
"If the swelling here doesn't go down, Wan'er..."
His fingers pressed down slightly on the taut muscle:
"When we get on the runway, this slit... will pop open."
"Collapse?"
Su Wan imagined the scene.
Under the watchful eyes of hundreds of wealthy women, her skirt suddenly ripped with a loud "rip"...
"No...no!" She turned pale with fright.
"so……"
Qin Mo leaned down, his warm breath brushing against her sensitive ear:
"Second brother has to help Wan'er... to press this extra size back down."
"It's for business."
"Wan'er doesn't want... the Qin family's first show to turn into Wan'er's wardrobe malfunction show, does she?"
The reason was so plausible that Su Wan couldn't refute it at all.
then.
Inside this enclosed fitting room.
In front of this huge floor-length mirror.
Su Wan was forced to look at herself in the mirror.
She looked at the well-dressed, abstinent-looking man kneeling behind her.
His hands moved beneath the dark green hem of his skirt.
Each press carries an almost punishing force, yet it perfectly relieves the muscle soreness.
"Mmm...be gentle..."
Su Wan bit her lower lip, tears welling up in her eyes.
The mix of tingling sensation and shame made her legs go weak, and she could only lean helplessly against Qin Mo's chest.
"Wan'er's legs..."
Qin Mo looked up at the two long, white legs reflected in the mirror against the dark green background, his Adam's apple bobbing violently.
"It really should be insured."
"tonight……"
"If those legs went out, they would probably crush the hearts of every man in the entire city."
……
Half an hour later.
The No. 1 square in the Langya Special Zone has been transformed into a huge open-air show venue.
A red carpet was laid out, surrounded by flowers.
At the end of the "Black Jade Belt," which symbolizes industry and wealth, a T-shaped platform was erected.
The audience was filled with wives of officials and daughters of wealthy businessmen from all over the country.
Magistrate Fang had specially changed into a new official robe and sat in the first row, spitting as he boasted to the prefect's wife next to him:
"Just you wait and see, Madam! This Qin family's 'fashion show' is something else entirely! After seeing it, you'll feel like all your clothes at home are just rags!"
"Hmph, what a big mouth you have."
A plump woman dressed in fine silks and adorned with jewels curled her lip in disdain:
"I'd like to see what kind of tricks this backwater can pull off. Can it even compare to the 'Rainbow Feather Robe' of the capital?"
Before he could finish speaking...
"Thump—!"
A deep, rhythmic drumbeat, amplified by the Qin family's specially made loudspeaker, instantly captivated the entire audience.
The lights suddenly went out.
Only one spotlight shone at the end of the runway.
The music starts.
It's not the kind of whiny tune, but rather a drumbeat full of exotic flair and a strong sense of rhythm.
"They're out!"
A gasp of surprise followed.
Su Wan, as the final model, slowly walked out.
That instant.
Even the plump woman who had been nitpicking just moments before dropped all the melon seeds in her hand.
So beautiful.
It was a kind of beauty that was both aggressive and captivating, making it impossible to look away.
The dark green velvet cheongsam shimmered with a flowing luster under the light, like the waves of the deep sea.
The tight cut accentuated her perfect S-shaped curves, high breasts, slender waist, and full hips.
The most problematic part is the high slit in the skirt.
With each step she took, her long, slender, snow-white legs were glimpsed and concealed, like a silent temptation that captivated everyone's soul.
And at her feet.
Wearing a pair of high heels never seen before in this era.
Black patent leather, pointed toe, stiletto heel.
The three-inch-high stilettos made a crisp "tap, tap, tap" sound as they stepped on the wooden floor.
Each strike felt like stepping on someone's heart.
"What...what kind of shoes are these?"
"My God! How can she walk so steadily? And... her legs look so long! And her butt is so perky!"
The women in the audience went crazy.
The jealousy in their eyes instantly transformed into a frenzied desire to buy.
However, nobody knew.
At this very moment, Su Wan, who was shining brightly on the stage, was actually covered in cold sweat on her back.
These high heels... are so hard to walk in!
And this cheongsam... is too tight!
The area where Qin Mo had just "reduced the swelling" was now burning hot, and even the slightest friction from the fabric made her so sensitive that she wanted to tremble.
"Stay calm..."
Su Wan took a deep breath, trying her best to maintain that aloof expression.
She remembered what Qin Yue taught her:
"Wan'er, keep your eyes cold and your chin up."
"They treat the people in the audience like cabbages."
"You are the queen, and they are your subjects."
She walked to the very front of the catwalk.
Fixed point.
Turn around.
Just as she was about to turn back.
An accident happened.
Someone threw a flower on the stage, and it got stuck right under her thin heel.
"Click".
My foot slipped.
Su Wan's body swayed, and she lost her balance.
Finished!
Su Wan closed her eyes in despair.
If he falls, not only will he lose all face, but the Qin family's reputation will also be ruined!
At this critical moment.
A hand suddenly reached out from behind the curtain, which should have been empty.
That hand was extremely fast and steady.
It wasn't that I directly helped her up.
Instead, using the curtain as cover, he grabbed her...buttocks.
A powerful force came from that hand, forcefully pushing her body back from the brink of collapse.
"Stay calm."
A deep, mocking voice traveled along that hand, seemingly penetrating directly into her bones.
It's the fourth one, Qin Yue.
He kept watching from behind the curtain.
Using this force, Su Wan miraculously steadied herself.
She then made an extremely charming turn of her head, turning her previous mistake into a captivating pose.
Thunderous applause erupted from the audience.
"Amazing! That movement technique... absolutely incredible!"
"What kind of dance is that? It's so captivating!"
Su Wan, still shaken, walked back behind the curtain.
As soon as I went in.
He was lifted up by a pair of strong arms and pressed directly onto a box piled high with clothes backstage.
"Fourth...Fourth Brother..."
Su Wan was panting heavily, her heart still pounding.
"Wan'er just... scared me to death."
Qin Yue supported himself with one hand beside her, and the other hand...
But it didn't move away from her.
Just now, in an emergency, he used his hand to support that spot.
That feel...
That's absolutely terrible.
"Fourth Brother...your hand..." Su Wan blushed crimson and tried to push him away.
"Don't move."
Qin Yue's eyes were dark as he stared at her chest, which was heaving violently with nervousness.
"That was... for business purposes."
"I was trying to save the Qin family's 'precious reputation'."
"Wan'er not only didn't thank me..."
"You want to kick me out?"
He took a step forward.
"Are these shoes... tiring to wear?"
His gaze fell on her jade-like feet encased in black high heels.
The instep arches in a sexy curve, and the ankle is slender and delicate.
"I'm tired... my feet hurt..." Su Wan nodded, feeling wronged.
"Then I'll help Wan'er take it off."
Qin Yue squatted down.
In this messy, dimly lit backstage corner, filled with the scent of clothes.
He grasped Su Wan's ankle.
They did not take off their shoes immediately.
Instead, he stretched out his finger and stroked upwards along the black heel of the shoe.
From the heel of the shoe to the back of the foot, and then to the taut lines of the calf.
"Does Wan'er know?"
Qin Yue raised his head, his fox-like eyes gleaming with undisguised desire:
"Just now on stage..."
"Look at those men staring at Wan'er's legs..."
"I really want to...gouge their eyes out."
"These legs..."
He pulled Su Wan's legs towards him with a sudden force, and placed a devout and passionate kiss on her smooth knee:
"You can only wear these shoes in front of me."
"Fourth Brother! This is backstage! Eldest Brother is still outside..."
"Big brother?"
Qin Yue chuckled softly, hooked his finger on the edge of the high heel, and gently lifted it.
"Clatter".
A high heel fell to the ground.
Her toes, clad in flesh-colored stockings, were visible.
"The older brother is busy collecting money up ahead."
"Those wealthy ladies have gone crazy; their orders are booked until next year."
"Wan'er..."
He held her bare foot to his chest, letting her feel his frantic heartbeat through his crimson brocade robe:
"You've done a great job."
"tonight……"
"This victory celebration banquet..."
"Fourth Brother wants to eat in Wan'er's room."
Su Wan was stunned by his bizarre request and was about to curse him.
Sudden.
From the front desk came Magistrate Fang's excited, piercing shout:
"Qin Family's new products! Limited release! 'Concealer Foundation' and 'Blazing Red Lips'!"
"Buy this cosmetic set and you'll be the next Mrs. Qin!"
"Buy! I'll buy! Give me ten sets!"
The crowd erupted in cheers.
On the other side of the backstage area.
The always gloomy and silent seventh brother, Qin An.
At this moment, she was holding a huge makeup case and staring intently at Su Wan, who was being pressed against the case by Qin Yue, through the gap in the curtain.
There was no jealousy in his eyes, only a morbid excitement.
He took out a newly developed lipstick, its color as red as blood.
Pull off the lid.
He drew a deep line on the back of his hand.
That red was shocking.
"Wan'er..."
He muttered to himself, sticking out his tongue to lick the lipstick mark on the back of his hand.