bigabreads Chapter 190 The official robes were soaked! The county magistrate refused to leave the hot spring, s
Chapter 190 The official robes were soaked! The county magistrate refused to leave the hot spring, s
"Splash—"
A handful of warm spring water was scooped up by Magistrate Fang's pampered but now slightly trembling hands, and then splashed hard onto his old face covered in oil and sweat.
"That feels so good..."
"That feels fucking good..."
Magistrate Fang let out a long, almost groaning sigh.
At this moment, he is soaking in a decorative pool outside the greenhouse, used for "washing hands," without any regard for his image.
Yes, a handwashing basin.
The Yunxi Garden suites inside had long been snapped up by that group of crazy rich ladies, and even the floor mats in the corridors were reserved for next spring.
As the county magistrate, Magistrate Fang couldn't very well fight with those women for a bed, much less actually sleep in the corridor.
So he took a liking to the "lotus pond" located at the entrance of the greenhouse, which was originally used for guests to wash their hands and pray for blessings.
Although the pool is not large and the water is not deep, just up to the chest, it is real hot spring water!
Moreover, this location is directly opposite the greenhouse's warm air vent, where the heat is strongest.
"My lord...you..."
The personal attendant stood by the pond, watching his master, who was still wearing his official hat, his blue official robe, a symbol of the court's authority, soaked through and clinging tightly to his protruding belly, making him look like a big frog that had been boiled in water.
The servant looked embarrassed, holding the master's official boots in his hands, so awkward he felt like he was digging his toes out of a three-bedroom apartment.
"This is happening in public... If the common people see it, it will damage the official's prestige..."
"Official arrogance?"
Magistrate Fang wiped the water from his face, leaned comfortably against the rough pebble of the pool, squinted, and looked utterly unfazed.
"I am conducting official business!"
He pointed to the room full of exotic flowers and plants, then to the glass dome above his head where he could see the snow falling. His voice rose an octave, as if he were trying to persuade the servant, but more like he was trying to persuade himself:
"The Qin family has produced such an extraordinary and auspicious omen. As the local official, how can I sit idly by and do nothing?"
"What if this auspicious omen runs away? What if this greenhouse collapses?"
"I must remain here to oversee the situation! Twelve hours a day, without interruption... monitoring!"
As he spoke, he splashed around in the water a couple of times, his wide official robe sleeves floating on the surface like two pieces of seaweed:
"Go! Move my desk over here!"
"Just place it by the pool!"
"I need to handle official business while... oh no, while lying in wait!"
The servant was dumbfounded.
"What are you waiting for? Go on!"
Magistrate Fang kicked up a splash of water:
"Oh, by the way, go to the Qin family's canteen and bring me a bowl of that... chilled plum juice."
"Remember, add ice! This 'inspection' work is too strenuous; I'm sweating profusely and need to cool down."
……
The deepest part of the greenhouse.
Here, a naturally formed volcanic rock screen completely isolates the noise from the outside world.
Behind the screen is a private hot spring pool made entirely of white marble.
A thick layer of crimson rose petals floated on the water's surface, their rich fragrance mingling with the warmth of sulfur, making one's bones feel soft and numb.
"call……"
Su Wan was completely submerged in the water, with only her slender neck and her rosy face, flushed from the heat, visible above the water.
Her thick, jet-black hair was now wet and cascading down her back, with a few strands playfully clinging to her collarbone. As she breathed, black streaks of water meandered across her fair skin.
"Why is it so noisy outside?"
Su Wan lazily raised her eyelids, her voice as soft and sweet as freshly melted glutinous rice candy.
"Don't worry about it."
A deep, resonant male voice with a distinct metallic quality came from behind her.
Immediately afterwards, a pair of incredibly large hands, covered in calluses and scars, broke through the water's surface and firmly grasped her rounded shoulders.
It's the eldest brother, Qin Lie.
He was not completely naked like Su Wan.
He was wearing a pair of black silk trousers, the cuffs of which were soaked and clung tightly to his powerful calf muscles.
His upper body was bare, revealing a body of muscles that looked as if they were cast from refined iron.
His bronze skin was covered with countless old scars that crisscrossed each other. Under the reflection of the water, they did not look ferocious at all, but instead exuded a wild hormone that made people weak in the knees.
"It's that old bastard surnamed Fang."
Qin Lie's large hands kneaded Su Wan's shoulders forcefully, with a domineering force that was extremely precise in avoiding her sore spots, leaving only an intensely comfortable feeling after the soreness.
"He stayed in the sink by the door and refused to leave."
"They said it was to 'monitor auspicious omens'."
Qin Lie chuckled, a hint of disdain flashing in his hawk-like eyes:
"Pretending to be something they're not."
"Aren't you afraid of soaking your skin until it rots?"
Su Wan felt extremely comfortable from his massage, and like a satisfied cat, she squinted her eyes and rested the back of her head against Qin Lie's hard chest.
"Then...we'll just ignore him?"
"Let him soak."
Qin Lie lowered his head and looked at the delicate little woman in his arms.
His gaze followed her slender neck downwards, past her delicate collarbone, and finally settled on the faintly visible white curves beneath the water's surface.
His Adam's apple bobbed violently up and down.
"He is an official, we are ordinary citizens."
"Since he enjoys guarding the Qin family's gate..."
Qin Lie's fingers slowly slid down her spinal groove, the rough touch of his fingertips sending a subtle electric current through Su Wan's delicate back skin:
"Then let him watch."
"Perfect..."
"So that some inconsiderate flies won't get in."
"Excuse me, I was just giving Jiaojiao a back rub..."
"Ugh... Big brother, be gentle..."
Su Wan trembled as the large hand slid down to her waist, its heat radiating as it circled the sensitive hollow.
"It won't be any less."
Qin Lie's voice was hoarse, carrying a barely suppressed anger.
He suddenly leaned down, his hot breath spraying onto Su Wan's wet earlobe:
"Jiaojiao's skin is so tender."
"It turns red with just a little effort."
"But if you don't put in the effort..."
"How can I get rid of the smell of cosmetics on those women?"
He was referring to the "worldly" aura that clung to Su Wan when Qin Yue was embracing her on the viewing platform.
The men in the Qin family are all petty and narrow-minded.
Especially Qin Lie.
He is the alpha wolf.
Wolves have the strongest territorial instincts.
"Was the fourth brother up there just now... unbuttoning your clothes?"
Qin Lie's large hand tightened suddenly, gripping Su Wan's slender waist.
"No...it's not completely untied..."
Su Wan shrank back guiltily, feeling as if the man behind her was a volcano about to erupt.
"snort."
Qin Lie snorted coldly, the sound coming from his chest, making Su Wan's back go numb.
"He's quite bold."
"I'll deal with him when I get back tonight."
"Now……"
Qin Lie suddenly used one hand to lift Su Wan out of the water, turned her around, and made her straddle his lap facing him.
"Splash—"
Water splashed everywhere.
Su Wan gasped and instinctively wrapped her arms around Qin Lie's thick neck.
This pose... is too dangerous.
Their skin was touching.
On one side is the delicate and smooth mutton fat jade, and on the other side is the rough and scorching bronze iron.
The extreme contrast, fermented in this misty water vapor, creates a breathtaking tension.
"Jiaojiao".
Qin Lie supported her buttocks with one hand and gripped the back of her head with the other, forcing her to tilt her head back to withstand his extremely aggressive gaze.
"That guy surnamed Fang said he wanted to 'monitor' it."
"What does my older brother think..."
"He did remind me, in a way."
"Hmm?" Su Wan blinked blankly, water droplets clinging to her long eyelashes, making her look innocent yet alluring.
"Big brother should also keep a close eye on Jiaojiao."
Qin Lie's thumb pressed heavily against her full, moist red lips, rubbing them until they became swollen and engorged.
"Look at Jiaojiao's body..."
"Is it really just the taste of my eldest brother?"
"Is there any... wicked intention left behind by that vixen, the fourth brother?"
Before he could finish speaking...
Qin Lie suddenly lowered his head.
It's like a wild beast that has been starving in the wilderness for a long time, finally biting into the throat of its long-desired prey.
Ruthless, domineering, and leaving no room for compromise.
"Ugh—!"
Su Wan's exclamation was completely swallowed up.
Qin Lie's kiss was neither like Qin Yue's teasing nor like Qin Mo's restraint.
That was pure plunder.
He possessed a rough, untamed spirit unique to farmers, yet it was also mixed with a deep affection that wanted to meld her into his very bones.
His tongue forcefully pried open her teeth, plunging deep into her mouth and sweeping away every drop of saliva.
That force felt as if it were trying to suck her very soul out.
"Huff... huff..."
Their breaths mingled, and the temperature rose rapidly in the small space.
The water surface was rippling.
Qin Lie still held her firmly with one hand, keeping her suspended in the water.
"Big brother...no...they'll hear us..."
Su Wan's body went limp, and tears welled up in her eyes. She could only weakly push against his chest, which was as hard as steel.
Although the soundproofing here is very good.
But after all, they were only separated by a screen.
Outside, Magistrate Fang was soaking his feet not far away!
"So what if I hear it?"
Qin Lie not only didn't stop, but became even more audacious.
"what!"
Su Wan couldn't help but cry out, her body trembling violently, her fingernails digging deep into the muscles of Qin Lie's back, leaving several ambiguous red marks.
"I heard you..."
Qin Lie bit her earlobe, his eyes bloodshot, a cruel yet triumphant smile playing on his lips:
"It's good for him to know."
"The mistress of the Qin family..."
"Who is loving me?"
"Make him turn away those eyes that shouldn't be looking..."
"Shut up tight!"
……
at the same time.
Next to the "handwashing basin" at the entrance of the greenhouse.
Magistrate Fang was hunched over his newly moved small desk, holding a calligraphy brush, intending to record today's "Auspicious Omens Observation Diary".
Sudden.
A faint, blush-inducing sound of water and low murmurs drifted on the wind.
"Clatter".
Magistrate Fang's hand trembled.
A drop of rich ink fell onto the rice paper, spreading out into a black blot.
He stiffly raised his head and looked at the layers of banana leaves deep inside the greenhouse.
Although no one can be seen.
But that voice...
That's Grandpa Qin's voice!
That low growl, like a tiger guarding its prey, or like wild beasts mating...
"Cough cough cough!"
Magistrate Fang nearly choked on his own saliva.
He frantically grabbed the gavel from the table and slammed it down on the table with a "bang," trying to cover up the noise from the other side.
"Um... someone come here!"
"Add some ice to my plate!"
"This water... why is the water getting hotter and hotter?"
The servant stood by, completely bewildered.
"Sir, the water's getting cold..."
"If I say it's hot, then it's hot!"
Magistrate Fang wiped the cold sweat from his forehead; he was both frightened and ashamed.
He scribbled circles haphazardly in the ledger while muttering in a trembling voice:
"This auspicious omen...this auspicious omen is truly powerful."
"Not only can it grow vegetables..."
"They can...they can even create babies."
He lowered his head and wrote a line of large, crooked characters on the ink-stained Xuan paper:
[Today's Monitoring Record:]
The Qin family...is thriving.
[Note: Grandpa Qin is awesome.]
This official...this official will now plug his ears.
Don't listen to what is improper! Don't listen to what is improper!
……
Deep inside the greenhouse, the giant waves are still churning.
I don't know how much time passed.
When Su Wan finally collapsed into Qin Lie's arms like a dehydrated fish, unable to move even a finger.
Qin Lie stopped what he was doing, still feeling unsatisfied.
Looking at the little woman in his arms, whose eyes were red from his teasing and whose body was covered in hickeys, the fierceness in his eyes finally dissipated, turning into an overwhelming tenderness.
"Is Jiaojiao tired?"
He reached out his large hand and gently brushed the wet hair stuck to her face.
"You bad guy..."
Su Wan's voice was hoarse and trembling with tears as she punched his chest.
He lifted Su Wan up from the water.
Water droplets rolled down their skin as they pressed together.
"Walk."
"Big brother will carry you to change your clothes."
Instead of using a bath towel, he directly grabbed the priceless snow fox fur cloak that had been prepared long ago from the shelf next to him.
They wrapped Su Wan up completely.
It's like wrapping up a rare treasure.
"We're not wearing those tattered clothes today."
Qin Lie looked down at Su Wan, whose small face was only visible, and nodded in satisfaction.
"The clothes that the fourth brother got were so see-through it was like he wasn't wearing anything at all."
"This leather is still the best."
"Wrapped up tightly."
"after……"
He carried her out, and as they passed the screen, he gave a cold glance in the direction of Magistrate Fang, who was still leaning against the pond outside:
"Jiaojiao can only wear it in bed for her older brother to see."
"Those scum outside..."
"Even a single strand of your hair..."
"Don't even think about seeing it."
……
Night falls.
The wind and snow continued to rage, but the lights in Wolf Fang Town shone brighter than ever before.
In the end, Magistrate Fang couldn't bear to leave that handwashing basin.
He fell asleep on the table, still wearing his soaked official robe, muttering "auspicious omen" in his dream.
Meanwhile, in the master bedroom of the Qin family's backyard.
The war over "aesthetics" has only just begun.
"Madam Song?"
Su Wan leaned against the headboard, holding a newly delivered challenge letter in her hand, a playful smile playing on her lips.
The challenge was sent by Song Niangzi, the "fashion godmother" of Nanzhen.
The letter contained only one sentence:
[We look forward to the plum blossom viewing banquet tomorrow, and await the arrival of Madam Qin.]
If you dare not come, then admit that your Qin family is nothing more than a bunch of nouveau riche who only know how to farm.
"Oh."
Su Wan casually tossed the letter into the charcoal brazier.
The flames instantly engulfed the letter.
"upstart?"
She turned to look at Qin Mo, who was wiping her feet, her eyes flashing with a long-lost fighting spirit:
"Second Brother."
"Those 'cloud yarns' in our warehouse that haven't been released to the market yet..."
"Shouldn't we take them out to air them?"
Qin Mo pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, and a glint of light flashed behind the lenses.
He held Su Wan's soft, white foot and gently kissed the instep:
"Does my sister-in-law want to wear this?"
"Then tomorrow..."
"Let's go teach that Lady Song a lesson..."