bigabreads Chapter 176 Lipstick Overflow! Old Seven Presses Her in Front of the Mirror and Crushes the Rouge
Chapter 176 Lipstick Overflow! Old Seven Presses Her in Front of the Mirror and Crushes the Rouge
The boisterous victory celebration was shut out outside that heavy mahogany door.
The penthouse bedroom in the Cloud Top Apartment was not as peaceful as Su Wan had imagined.
"Click".
Su Wan had just kicked off the black high heels that had tormented her all night, and before she could even rub her sore ankle, a slender hand carrying a faint scent of ink grasped hers.
"Wan'er, it's a promise."
Qin Yue had already sat on the chaise longue covered with snow-white fox fur without anyone noticing.
He took off his brocade robe and wore only a silk shirt with the collar slightly open, revealing a section of his delicate collarbone.
His fox-like eyes were slightly upturned as he toyed with Su Wan's high heel, which she had just taken off and which still retained its warmth, as if he were handling an exquisite jade cup.
"The first dish of this victory celebration banquet..."
"The fourth brother has been waiting for a long time."
Su Wan felt a chill run down her spine.
This isn't a victory celebration banquet; it's clearly a trap!
"Fourth brother... I'm tired, I want to take off my makeup..."
She tried to pull her foot back, but Qin Yue gripped it even tighter.
"Remove makeup?"
Qin Yue chuckled softly, his gaze falling on her breathtakingly beautiful face, adorned with exquisite makeup.
Especially that mouth.
To match the "Queen" theme tonight, she wore Qin's latest "Retro Red" lipstick.
The color was rich and intense, like a burning fire, or like a demon that had just drunk blood.
"Don't rush to remove it."
Before Qin Yue could speak, a gloomy, hoarse voice, seemingly carrying the damp smell of a basement, suddenly came from the shadows of the dressing table.
"This makeup... is based on my design."
"This lipstick...I mixed the color."
Qin An, the seventh brother, slowly walked out from the corner.
Today he wore a pure white gown, with the top button fastened, giving him an austere and serious appearance.
She was wearing her signature white rubber gloves and carrying a huge, surgical-like makeup case.
"Wan'er hasn't let me inspect it yet."
Qin An walked up to Su Wan, ignoring Qin Yue sitting beside him. His lifeless eyes were now burning with a morbid fervor.
"How can I remove it?"
"Seventh Brother?" Qin Yue frowned, still holding Su Wan's foot tightly, his tone carrying a hint of displeasure at being disturbed, "What are you doing here? Tonight is my show."
"Your home turf is your legs."
Qin An gave him a cold glance, then refocused his gaze on Su Wan's lips:
"But Wan'er's mouth..."
"It's my experimental field."
As he spoke, he slammed the enormous makeup case onto the dressing table with a "bang."
turn on.
Inside, dozens of lipsticks of various colors were neatly arranged, along with lip brushes of various sizes, cotton swabs, and even... a medical magnifying glass?
"Wan'er, come here."
Qin An patted the chair in front of him, his tone leaving no room for argument.
Su Wan looked at the two men who were locked in a standoff, one holding her foot and the other staring at her mouth.
She was like a piece of meat being targeted by two wolves at the same time; hiding in either direction was a mistake.
"Um... why don't you two discuss it first?" Su Wan suggested tentatively.
"No need to discuss it."
Qin Yue suddenly laughed.
He released Su Wan's foot, but did not let her go.
Instead, he picked her up and placed her directly on the large dressing table.
"Since Seventh Brother wants to inspect the goods..."
Qin Yue stood behind Su Wan, his hands braced on the edge of the counter, trapping her between himself and the mirror:
"That's perfect."
"The fourth brother wants to see too..."
"What exactly does this 'Flaming Red Lips' that drives all the women in the city crazy taste like?"
At this moment, Su Wan was forced to sit on the cold marble table.
Behind him was Qin Yue's burning chest, and in front of him was Qin An approaching.
The mirror reflected this absurd and ambiguous scene.
Open your mouth.
Qin An put on gloves and picked up a brand new lipstick tube.
That was a deeper and more vibrant "royal red" than the color on Su Wan's lips.
"The lights were too bright on stage just now, and the colors were severely distorted."
While using technical jargon, Qin An forcefully grabbed Su Wan's chin:
"This color... has a higher saturation."
"I want to test the coverage."
"Well……"
Su Wan was forced to look up.
The cold ointment pressed against her cupid's bow.
There was no gentle application.
Rather, it is a slow and forceful crushing process with a research-oriented nature.
Qin An's gaze was frighteningly focused.
He was like someone performing a precise anatomical operation, with the lipstick in his hand serving as his scalpel.
"Here... the lip line isn't full enough."
He used the tip of his lipstick to carefully trace the peaks of her lips.
"This part... needs to be a bit thicker."
He repeatedly applied the color to the center of her lower lip until it was so red it looked like it was about to bleed.
"Seventh brother, you've applied too much."
Looking at the increasingly alluring lips in the mirror behind him, Qin Yue's Adam's apple bobbed, and his voice became somewhat hoarse.
"not much."
Qin An's men didn't stop; instead, they increased their strength.
"Wan'er's lips are very soft."
"It makes your makeup look bad."
"Look..."
He pressed his gloved thumb firmly against Su Wan's lips, squeezing and rubbing hard.
"Hmm!"
Su Wan winced in pain, her lips slightly parted.
The bright red lipstick instantly overflowed her lip line, smudged at the corners of her mouth, and even stained Qin An's white gloves.
That striking contrast between red and white.
The makeup was messy and broken, as if it had just been brutally trampled.
It instantly ignited the powder keg in the air.
"It's not clean anymore."
Qin An frowned deeply as he looked at the red marks on his gloves.
That's a precursor to a bout of obsessive-compulsive disorder (OCD) about cleanliness.
But he didn't throw away the gloves with disgust as usual.
in contrast.
His breathing became rapid, and a thin layer of mist welled up in his eyes.
"Wan'er got my gloves all dirty..."
He muttered to himself, looking at Su Wan's face, which he had personally made a complete mess of:
"It's overflowing..."
"It's so messy..."
"It needs to be wiped clean."
He threw away the lipstick.
I didn't take any makeup remover pads.
Instead, she took off the glove that had lipstick on it.
It revealed a pale, slender hand that had been soaking in medicine for years.
"Seventh Brother, what do you want to do?" Qin Yue sensed the danger, tightened his arms, and put his arm around Su Wan's waist.
"disinfect."
Qin An uttered two words.
He extended his bare thumb and pressed it against the lipstick mark that had spilled from Su Wan's lips.
The fingertips were rough, bearing thin calluses from years of holding a scalpel.
He rubbed vigorously on that delicate skin.
a bit.
Two at a time.
The already blurred red was wiped even more messily and redder, like a rose crushed in the snow.
"It can't be wiped off..."
Qin An's voice carried a hint of anxious sobbing:
Why can't I wipe it off?
"Wan'er... has the color seeped into your flesh?"
"I want to...try it."
Before he could finish speaking...
He suddenly bent down.
He licked those messy red lips hard...
"what……"
Su Wan trembled all over, as if struck by lightning.
That wasn't a kiss.
That was licking.
It carries the primal and greedy nature of a wild beast savoring the blood of its prey.
Qin An's tongue licked away a bit of rouge from the corner of his mouth, and he savored it in his mouth.
"Sweet..."
He looked up, his eyes glazed, a trace of her red still lingering at the corner of his mouth.
"It has beeswax and rose syrup added..."
"but……"
He suddenly leaned closer, his nose touching Su Wan's, his eyes turning extremely dangerous:
"Not sweet enough."
"There's still Wan'er's scent in here."
"It's covered up by this chemical pigment."
"I want to bite through this skin."
"Let's see if it's even sweeter inside."
madman!
Su Wan shrank back in fear, but bumped into Qin Yue's arms.
"Fourth brother...save me..."
"save?"
Seeing this scene, Qin Yue not only did not try to save them, but instead chuckled softly.
He reached out and grabbed the back of Su Wan's head, forcing her to stay under Qin An's gaze.
"Wan'er."
Qin Yue leaned close to her ear, looking at his younger brother in the mirror—his lips red and his eyes glazed over with madness—and the woman whose eyes were red from being bullied:
"Seventh Brother is doing a 'product quality inspection' for you."
"Since this lipstick is advertised as 'food grade'..."
"Of course, people should try it to see if it's safe or not."
As he spoke, his other hand also slipped inside the high slit of Su Wan's cheongsam, giving her smooth inner thigh a light pinch:
"Since the higher-ups are conducting quality control..."
"What about down there..."
"Shouldn't we also let the fourth brother...inspect the goods?"
"Just now on stage..."
"These legs have walked such a long way."
"Will it swell up?"
"Will it... be sour?"
A pincer attack from both above and below.
Su Wan felt like she was going crazy.
Qin An above, like a fanatic, was trying to "eat" that color clean.
Below, Qin Yue's large, calloused hand was moving inch by inch along the lines of her leg, ostensibly to "massage and reduce swelling," but in reality, he was igniting a fire.
"Ugh...no..."
Just then.
"Knock knock knock".
A very unpleasant knocking sounded at the door.
"Sister-in-law! Are you asleep?"
It was Qin Meng, the third brother, with his loud voice.
"My brother sent me to bring some late-night snacks! He said my wife didn't eat dinner tonight, so he specially grilled some lamb chops! They're still warm!"
This roar instantly shattered the thick, lingering, romantic atmosphere in the room.
Qin An stopped what he was doing, staring at the doorway with a sinister look in his eyes. Su Wan's lipstick was still on his lips, making him look like a vampire.
Qin Yue's hand also stopped, and he clicked his tongue in annoyance:
"That third brother... he's just a glutton who does nothing but eat."
"Um... Third Brother is here!"
Su Wan, as if grasping at a lifeline, shoved Qin An away and jumped off the dressing table in a fluster.
"I...I'll go open the door!"
She didn't bother to fix her messy hair and ruined makeup, and rushed towards the door as if her life depended on it.
As long as I can get away from those two perverts...
Even just eating lamb chops would be fine!
however.
The moment the door opened.
Su Wan was in despair.
Standing outside the door was not just Qin Meng holding a lamb chop.
There was also Qin Mo carrying a bowl of hangover soup.
Magistrate Fang (a conscripted laborer by Qin Lie) is holding an account book.
as well as……
Qin Lie, standing at the very back, holding a pair of new-style scissors, stared intently at the hem of her skirt.
"Jiaojiao".
Qin Lie looked at Su Wan, whose clothes were disheveled, lips were swollen, and there were ambiguous red marks on the corners of her mouth.
She glanced again at Qin Yue, who looked unsatisfied, and Qin An, whose lips were red and who had clearly just "cheated" on Qin Yue.
"Oh."
Qin Lie sneered and made a "snip" in the air with the scissors in his hand.
The crisp metallic clanging sound made all the men present (except the Qin brothers) instinctively clench their legs together.
"It seems..."
"This victory celebration banquet..."
Everyone's pretty anxious.
He strode into the room and slammed the scissors down on the dressing table, causing the lipsticks to fall over.
"Since you're already here..."
"Then don't leave."
Qin Lie turned around and closed the heavy mahogany door behind him.
"Click".
Locked.
"Lord Fang," Qin Lie pointed to a small stool in the corner, "you sit there and read from the account book."
"Read louder."
"Every penny the Qin family earns..."
He grabbed Su Wan, who was trying to escape, and pulled her onto his lap:
"We need to make sure Jiaojiao hears it."
"As for us..."
Qin Lie's gaze swept over his brothers present, finally landing on the trembling little woman in his arms.
He reached out his rough, calloused hand and roughly wiped away the lipstick mark left on her lips that belonged to Qin An.
Then, he casually grabbed a new lipstick from Qin An's box.
"Seventh Brother didn't apply it properly just now."
Qin Lie twisted the lipstick, his eyes wild and domineering:
"Brother, your hand is steady."
"Big brother will apply it for you."
"but……"
He glanced at Su Wan's exquisite curves accentuated by the cheongsam, then at the lipstick in his hand:
"There's too little space on this face, not enough for the brothers to share."
"On Jiaojiao's body..."
"There must be other places..."
"Can I try on the colors too?"
"for example……"
His fingers slowly slid down the collar of the cheongsam, stopping at her heart:
"here?"
Su Wan looked at the room full of vicious wolves, and listened to Magistrate Fang's trembling voice reciting in the corner: "Today's income... thirty-eight thousand taels..."