bigabreads Chapter 197 A Grand Catwalk Show! Mrs. Liu, envious: You rascal, don't take your clothes off to
Chapter 197 A Grand Catwalk Show! Mrs. Liu, envious: You rascal, don't take your clothes off to
Three days later, the grand opening ceremony of "Jinxiufang" in Nanzhen—no, it should now be called "Qin's Haute Couture Clothing Bureau"—was held in front of the entire town.
This time, the Qin family didn't set off firecrackers or scatter wedding candy as usual. Instead, they did something that no one could understand.
They blocked off the wide bluestone path in front of the shop.
Instead, a raised wooden platform, ten zhang long and covered with a red carpet, was erected.
On both sides of the wooden platform, every five steps there is a specially made biogas glass lamp of the Qin family.
Although it was daytime, the lampposts, focused by convex lenses, still emitted beams of light as dazzling as the sun, illuminating the red carpet in every detail, making it appear like a stairway to heaven.
"Are they going to put on a theatrical performance?"
The onlookers whispered among themselves.
Madam Song mingled in the crowd, wrapped her peacock fur coat tightly around herself, and a cold smile played on her lips.
Performing opera?
This is the kind of vulgar trick that nouveau riche would come up with.
She wanted to see what kind of trouble the Qin family's so-called "zipper" could cause.
Just then, a rapid and rhythmic drumbeat suddenly erupted from backstage.
"Thump! Thump! Thump!"
The drumbeats were unlike the usual soft, guttural sounds of opera; they were deep and powerful, each beat like a hammer blow to the heart, creating a strange sense of surging tension.
"Everyone!"
The fourth brother, Qin Yue, carrying a specially made tin megaphone, strode lazily onto the platform.
He wasn't wearing that flamboyant purple robe today, but rather an extremely fitted, iron-gray modified suit—or rather, a "gentleman's suit" with Qin's style.
The fabric was stiff and the cut was clean, without a single unnecessary wrinkle.
The most striking thing was that there were no elaborate buttons at the collar, only a gleaming metal zipper that went all the way down to below the collarbone, revealing the snow-white shirt collar and a black ribbon knot underneath.
"Today, the Qin family will not sell cloth or clothing."
Qin Yue's almond-shaped eyes narrowed slightly as he glanced at the envious ladies below the stage, a wicked smile playing on his lips.
Today, we only sell "integrity".
Before he finished speaking, he snapped his fingers.
"superior!"
The music suddenly changed.
The monotonous drumbeats of before transformed into a stirring battle hymn.
The backstage curtain was suddenly pulled open.
The first to emerge wasn't a slender beauty, but a group of...
The Qin family's security team, a group of barbarian men led by Hu He.
They usually go shirtless or wear tattered fur coats, giving people a dirty and messy impression.
But today...
The entire venue fell silent, then erupted in an incredulous scream.
"My God! Those...those barbarians?"
Hu He and the others all had shaved their heads and were wearing dark sunglasses.
They wore fitted, pure black uniforms that, without the cover of wide sleeves and robes, perfectly accentuated their broad shoulders, strong arms, and slender waists.
Especially the fabric that tightly wrapped around their bulging pectoral muscles, as they moved, it seemed as if the row of brass buttons could pop open at any moment.
It was pure, masculine, and bound by the garb of civilization—the aesthetics of violence.
Hukh was actually very nervous.
Before he went on stage, his legs were shaking, and he felt like a plucked chicken.
But when Su Wan's sister-in-law was adjusting his collar backstage, she said to him, "Stand up straight, head up."
This garment is your battle armor.
Let those who usually look down on you show them what a real man is.
So he straightened his back.
With an air of indifference, she walked to the very front of the catwalk.
Then, follow the rehearsed movements.
He raised his large, calloused hand and pinched the pull tab of the metal zipper on his chest.
"Sizzle—"
A crisp sound rang out, carried throughout the entire venue through the loudspeaker.
He unzipped the zipper halfway.
The black uniform was open, revealing a tight black vest underneath, and hormones that seemed about to burst forth.
"ah--!"
The ladies in the audience had never seen anything like this before.
The men they usually met were either pedantic scholars or bloated, wealthy businessmen.
This "refined scoundrel" vibe, which is both wild and wrapped in exquisite tailoring, instantly broke through their psychological defenses.
Several daring widows even threw their handkerchiefs onto the stage.
Madam Song's face turned somewhat pale.
She stared intently at the cut of the clothes Huhe was wearing.
There are no superfluous lines, only sharp turns.
That kind of clothing... her frog buttons simply can't do it! Frog buttons are too soft and can't support that kind of tough guy aura!
But this is just the appetizer.
The real climax arrived the moment the drumbeats softened and became solemn.
"Next up, please welcome..."
Qin Yue turned to the side and made an extremely elegant "please" gesture:
"Our special guest—Master Fang!"
No one could believe their ears.
Lord Fang? Which Lord Fang?
Could it be that Magistrate Fang who always waves a fan, walks like a duck, and is so fat you can hardly see his toes?
However, when the figure emerged from behind the curtain...
Even Liu, the wife of Lord Fang, who was sitting in the first row, was so frightened that she dropped the melon seeds in her hand.
"This...this is my deadbeat husband?"
The person on the stage was indeed Magistrate Fang.
But he has changed.
Everything has changed completely.
He was wearing a dark navy blue, stand-up collar, four-pocket modified "Zhongshan suit".
The amazing thing about this clothing is that it has a very strong shaping function.
Magistrate Fang's slightly protruding belly was effectively "tucked back" by the stiff fabric and the special waist-cinching cut.
The shoulders, which were originally somewhat sunken, instantly became straight and broad after the addition of the Qin family's specially made shoulder pads.
The most amazing thing is that stand-up collar.
It clung tightly to his neck, forcing Magistrate Fang to raise his head, tuck in his double chin, and present an unprecedentedly upright, dignified, and awe-inspiring presence.
Magistrate Fang was actually quite panicked.
When Qin Mo forced him to wear this outfit backstage, he felt like he was being strangled.
But when he stood in front of the mirror and saw himself looking ten years younger, so righteous he seemed to be about to meet the emperor, he instantly fell in love with this feeling of being bound.
He took a deep breath, mimicking Qin Lie, with a cold face, hands behind his back, and walked over step by step.
Every step he took felt like stepping on official authority.
"Pat-pat, pat-pat."
Specially made leather shoes struck the wooden planks.
Upon reaching the front of the stage, Magistrate Fang instinctively reached for the fan, only to find it empty.
He remembered Su Wan's words of advice.
So instead of waving his fan, he raised his hand and slowly and solemnly straightened his top button.
Then, his sharp gaze swept across the entire room.
In that instant, the people below the stage instinctively wanted to kneel down and kowtow.
That's too much of an official's airs!
That's so impressive!
The one who reacted the most was none other than the Liu family.
She stared wide-eyed at the man on the stage.
The man she usually despised, who snored in his sleep and smelled greasy, was now wearing that navy blue outfit and exuded a kind of... asceticism that made her legs go weak.
The tightly buttoned collar, the neatly hem of the shirt, and the legs that were made straight by the trouser legs.
Liu felt as if a fire was burning in her heart.
She desperately wanted to rush up there right now, drag that man home, and then...
They wouldn't let him take off his clothes.
They even forced him to wear those clothes and tormented him all night.
"Great! Great clothes!"
A cheer erupted from the crowd.
Those wealthy businessmen who usually sported potbellies now had red eyes.
They may not have the muscles of barbarians, but they have bellies!
This garment can hide Lord Fang's belly and make him look like an honest and upright official. It's simply a divine garment!
Buy it! You absolutely must buy it!
Even if it costs a thousand taels of silver, I'll still buy it!
Song Niangzi stood in the crowd, her fingernails already broken off.
Looking at the men and women around her who had gone mad, she felt a deep sense of despair.
She lost.
We lost completely.
It wasn't the fabric that was lacking, nor was it the embroidery.
Instead, they lost because of "people's hearts".
That woman from the Qin family, she understands too well what men want and what women want to see.
Just as the atmosphere reached its peak.
The last "model" has arrived.
There is no music.
There was only one crisp, metallic sound, like tearing silk.
"Sizzle—"
Su Wan walked out from behind the curtain.
She didn't wear those gorgeous gauze dresses, nor those sexy cheongsams.
She was wearing a black, fitted trench coat that reached her ankles.
The entire garment, from the neckline to the hem, is decorated only by a single gold zipper.
She walked very slowly.
With each step she took, the hem of her black dress swayed gently, revealing glimpses of her red high heels underneath.
She walked to the center of the catwalk and stopped.
His gaze swept indifferently over the crowd below the stage, who were restless from the visual impact of the previous scene.
then.
She reached out a hand wearing a black lace glove and pinched the zipper pull at the neckline.
The entire room fell silent instantly.
Everyone held their breath, staring intently at her hands.
That sense of anticipation, that desire to peek behind the zipper, was stretched to its extreme at that moment.
Su Wan smiled faintly.
She didn't pull it open all at once.
Instead, it was gently pulled down an inch.
"Zzz."
Her slender neck and delicate collarbone were revealed.
A sound of swallowing saliva came from the crowd.
Pull it another inch.
"Zzz."
A glimpse of snow-white skin and the edge of the black lace lingerie underneath were revealed.
"hiss……"
Gasps of shock rose and fell.
Just when everyone thought she would continue pulling and show off that insane curve,
Su Wan's hand suddenly stopped.
She unzipped the zipper.
The gold zipper was stuck above her chest, neither too high nor too low.
This sense of incompleteness, this agonizing feeling of wanting to see but not being able to see everything, is even more maddening than being completely naked.
"Everyone."
Su Wan's voice was cool and clear, yet it penetrated the megaphone and clearly reached everyone's ears:
"This is Qin's 'zipper'."
"It can lock in the temperature, and it can also lock in the charm."
"It can lock it in even better..."
Her gaze swept meaningfully over the seven Qin brothers standing to the side of the stage, staring at her with rapt attention, before turning to the crowd below the stage:
"Everything you want others to see, or don't want others to see."
"Do you want it?"
"boom--!"
Her response was a deafening roar from the entire audience:
"want!!"
"I want that Zhongshan suit! Give me ten!"
"I want that zippered skirt! Now!"
"Mrs. Qin! I want to apply for a card! I want the VIP card!"
The situation was completely out of control.
Countless people waved silver notes and rushed towards the gate of "Qin's High-End Customization" like a zombie apocalypse.
Standing to the side of the stage, Qin Lie looked at the little woman standing in the center of the stage, enjoying the worship of thousands of people.
He wasn't jealous as usual, nor did he rush over to wrap her up.
Because he knew.
The zipper on her clothes...
Only he knows how to pull it all the way down.
Only he knew what kind of maddening scenery was hidden beneath that black trench coat.
"Big brother."
Qin Mo, standing next to him, pushed up his glasses, a cold light reflecting off the lenses, his voice slightly hoarse:
"Sister-in-law looks beautiful today."
"Um."
Qin Lie's Adam's apple bobbed, and his hand subconsciously reached for the zippered belt he had just put on at his waist.
"It is beautiful."
"So beautiful..."
"I want to tear this platform down right now."
"Then carry her back."
"Listen to that zipper..."
"The sound of something being torn apart."
……
Night falls, and the hustle and bustle fades away.
In the main house in the Qin family's backyard, the brightest biogas lamp was lit.
The celebration banquet outside was still going on, but the main characters had left early.
Su Wan sat on the soft couch in the bedroom, too tired to even move a finger.
Today's show not only exhausted all her energy, but also kept her on edge the whole time on stage.
"Tired?"
A deep voice sounded from above.
Qin Mo walked in carrying a cup of hot milk.
He was still wearing that iron-gray suit today, but his tie was loosened a bit, and two of the top buttons on his shirt collar were undone, revealing his Adam's apple, which slid up and down with each swallow.
That "refined scoundrel" quality was amplified to the extreme at this moment.
"Second Brother..."
Su Wan took the milk and was about to take a sip.
But they discovered that Qin Mo had no intention of leaving.
He stood in front of her, looking down at her.
Their gaze didn't fall on her face, but rather on the zipper of her black trench coat, which she hadn't had time to take off yet.
The zipper is still stuck in the same position it was displayed during the day.
Revealing that alluring lace trim.
"Sister-in-law."
Qin Mo put down the empty cup in his hand and placed his slender fingers on his suit jacket.
"Today on stage, when Magistrate Fang wore this outfit, my sister-in-law glanced at him three times."
His tone was calm, as if he were stating a fact.
But Su Wan detected a strong sour smell in her voice.
"That...that was to check if the design was suitable..." Su Wan explained softly.
"Size?"
Qin Mo chuckled softly.
He suddenly stepped forward, knelt on one knee on the soft couch, and cornered Su Wan.
"My sister-in-law thinks..."
"It's Magistrate Fang who looks good in this outfit..."
"Does Second Brother look better in it?"
As he spoke, he grabbed Su Wan's hand and pressed it against the lapel of his suit jacket.
The fabric was stiff, but the taut muscles underneath were burning hot.
"Second brother...of course second brother is more handsome." Su Wan had a strong survival instinct.
"Since Second Brother is handsome..."
Qin Mo lowered his head, his glasses chain dangling down, gently brushing against Su Wan's cheek, bringing a tingling sensation.
"Then why doesn't sister-in-law help second brother...?"
"Take off these clothes?"
"or……"
His fingers slid down Su Wan's arm and finally pinched the gold zipper pull at her collar with perfect accuracy.
"Second brother, are you helping your sister-in-law undress?"
"Let's have a competition..."
"It's because the zipper slides all the way down so quickly..."
"It's still my second brother..."
"I kiss you quickly."
Before he could finish speaking...
"Sizzle—"
A sharp metallic scraping sound was instantly drowned out by the warm breaths of the two people's lips entwined.
Outside the window, the moonlight was perfect.
Inside that tightly closed door.
The sizzling sound, representing both restraint and release, never stopped that night.
……
Meanwhile, in the pitch-black backyard of the dye shop.
Looking at the crumpled blueprint in her hand, Madam Song's eyes flashed with a desperate madness.
"Zipper... Zhongshan suit..."
"The Qin family, you are indeed formidable."
"But you've forgotten..."
There is something in this world called "cotton".
"No matter how beautiful the clothes are, without cotton, they're just a shroud in this winter!"
She turned around and looked at the man behind her, dressed in black and reeking of coal dust—Lei Laohu, the leader of Black Stone Village.
"Boss Lei".
Madam Song's smile was sinister:
"I heard the Qin family has been buying up cotton on a large scale lately?"
"What if we were on the way..."