bigabreads Chapter 198 The noblewoman tore her clothes, and the fourth brother carried her to the counter: Sist
Chapter 198 The noblewoman tore her clothes, and the fourth brother carried her to the counter: Sist
Before dawn broke in Nanzhen, a restless heatwave had already erupted amidst the biting cold wind.
The ladies, who were usually reserved and dignified, and who would walk with small, delicate steps, were now like madmen, crowding around the Qin family's newly opened "Qin's Haute Couture Clothing Bureau".
For no other reason than that magical object that makes a crisp "zip" sound—the zipper.
Yesterday's battle, Su Wan's amazing skill of "undressing in one second" has become the obsession of every woman in the city.
Who wouldn't want to stay warm in the dead of winter, yet still exude style and charm at crucial moments?
"Open the door! Open the door now!"
"Fourth Master Qin! I know you're in there! I'll offer a thousand taels! I want that cloud-patterned gauze dress with the zipper!"
"A thousand taels is nothing! I'll offer two thousand taels! And I want those... shapewear that can break your waist! Give me three sets!"
The door was pounded on so hard it was deafening; the scene didn't look like they were buying clothes, but rather like they were trying to get life-saving medicine.
Through the crack in the door, Qin Yue peeked out through the peephole, a sly, fox-like smile playing on his lips.
He was still wearing that modified iron-gray suit today, but for the sake of convenience, the cuffs were rolled up to his elbows, revealing his smooth forearms.
The zipper at the neckline was zipped up to the top, exuding an aloof and elite aura. If the women outside saw this, they would probably scream and faint.
"Fourth Brother, aren't you going to open the door yet?"
Su Wan sat on a grand chair to the side, holding a cup of hot tea in her hands. Listening to the commotion outside, she was a little frightened: "If we don't open it soon, they might tear this door down."
"My sister-in-law doesn't understand."
Qin Yue turned around and walked lazily to her.
He braced himself on the armrest of the armchair with one hand, trapping Su Wan between himself and the back of the chair. His peach blossom eyes gleamed with shrewd calculation, and a hint of deeply hidden, sticky lust.
"This is called 'hunger'."
He lowered his head, bringing his nose close to Su Wan's ear, his voice low and carrying a sly quality typical of a businessman:
"Let them wait a little longer, so that the fire in their hearts can burn even brighter."
"It'll be much more satisfying when I'm paying later."
"But..." Su Wan shrank back, avoiding his hot breath, "It's too noisy."
"Did you disturb your sister-in-law?"
Qin Yue frowned slightly, his eyes instantly turning cold, and a hint of murderous intent flashed in his gaze as he looked towards the gate.
But when he turned to look at Su Wan, his eyes transformed into a pool of spring water.
"That was because Fourth Brother didn't think things through."
He suddenly reached out, but instead of covering Su Wan's ears, he pinched the small zipper pull at her neckline with two fingers.
"Sizzle—"
Gently lift it upwards.
The slightly open neckline instantly closed, fitting snugly against her slender neck, as if locking her delicate body.
"Seal it off, and there won't be any more noise."
Qin Yue's fingers didn't leave; instead, through the cool metal zipper, they gently caressed her warm collarbone. The slight undulation beneath his fingertips deepened the darkness in his eyes.
"Sister-in-law's health... is truly precious."
Even the voice can be damaged.
Su Wan's cheeks flushed from his ambiguous actions. Just as she was about to push him away, a loud bang suddenly came from outside the door.
"boom!"
The heavy nanmu wood door, in the end, could not withstand the enthusiasm of the ladies and was forced open a crack.
"Charge!"
The crowd surged in like a tidal wave.
Qin Yue's eyes sharpened, and his languidness vanished instantly, replaced by the alertness of a predatory beast guarding its prey.
"Don't move."
He gave a low shout, not giving Su Wan a chance to react at all. He stretched out his long arm and directly wrapped it around her slender waist, lifting her up with one hand as if holding a child.
"what!"
Su Wan gasped, her body leaping into the air as she instinctively grabbed Qin Yue's neck.
next second.
Qin Yue had already placed her steadily on the mahogany cabinet that was about half a person tall.
This position is extremely high, offering a panoramic view of the entire venue. Furthermore, thanks to the barrier provided by the counter, no one can even touch a corner of her clothing.
"Sit still."
Qin Yue braced his hands on the countertop beside her, forming an absolutely safe protective circle.
He looked up at Su Wan, who was sitting high up, with the same gaze he would give as if he were looking up at an offering on a shrine.
"Sister-in-law, you can just watch this messy and unclean scene."
"Counting money is hard work, so my sister-in-law directs, and my fourth brother does the work."
……
In the next hour, the entire Qin Family Clothing Bureau turned into a battlefield.
"This one's mine! I touched the zipper pull first!"
"Bullshit! Is that touching? That's pulling! You're going to break it! Let go!"
The two noble ladies, who usually addressed each other as sisters, were now completely disregarding their image for the sake of the last dark green zip-up trench coat, even their hairpins were askew.
"Sizzle—"
In the chaos, someone used too much force, and a silk shirt with Chinese knot buttons that was hanging nearby for comparison, belonging to Madam Song, was torn in two.
"Ugh! What bad luck!"
Madam Li, who had snatched the trench coat, glanced disdainfully at the shredded cloth in her hand, threw it on the ground, and stomped on it twice with her foot, clad in Qin's high heels.
"Why is this piece of junk still hanging here? That tattered cloth with buttons that take forever to unbutton, it's only fit for shining my shoes!"
This scene was witnessed by a dye shop worker who was squeezed into a corner of the crowd, trying to gather intelligence.
The guy's face turned green.
That was their shop's prized possession! It used to sell for fifty taels of silver apiece, and now it's being used to shine shoes?
Even more remarkable is Qin Yue.
He stood in front of the counter, holding an abacus, typing away rapidly, with that professional fake smile on his face that made people grit their teeth in anger, yet they had no choice but to hand over their money.
"Ladies, please don't rush, don't grab."
"Hey you, Mrs. Li, right? That trench coat you're holding is 'second-hand' because that lady touched it earlier."
But it's alright, my sister-in-law said that our Qin family values fate.
"If you're willing to add two hundred taels, the clothes are still yours."
"Add! I'll add three hundred taels!" Madam Li didn't even blink, tossing out a stack of silver notes. "Quickly wrap this up! Don't let that little vixen touch it!"
Qin Yue accepted the silver note with a smile, without even glancing at the denomination, and tossed it away.
The light silver note, tracing a graceful arc, landed precisely in Su Wan's arms.
"Sister-in-law, here's the money."
He turned around, raised an eyebrow at Su Wan sitting at the counter, his eyes filled with blatant boasting and flattery:
"This one is enough to buy two catties of bird's nest for my sister-in-law to use as a mouthwash."
Su Wan helplessly held the pile of silver notes that was about to overflow from her arms, looking down at the man below who was controlling the whole scene with ease and manipulating these noble ladies.
At this moment, Qin Yue, though reeking of money, possessed an irresistible charm.
That absolute control over money and absolute submission to her intertwined to create a strange sexual tension.
……
On the other side of the street.
The once-arrogant "Danranfang" is now deserted.
A cold wind swirled a few withered leaves around in the empty lobby.
Sitting behind the counter, listening to the commotion coming from the Qin family across the street, and looking at the mountain of old-fashioned clothes with complicated buttons in her own shop, Song Niangzi seemed to have aged ten years.
"Shopkeeper..."
The scout who went to gather intelligence earlier ran back, clutching half a piece of cloth covered in footprints.
"They...they've gone mad..."
"Our clothes...were thrown on the ground and trampled on..."
"Some people even said... that the clothes from our Danranfang aren't even worthy of carrying the shoes for that zippered Qin family..."
"Snapped!"
Madam Song slammed her hand on the table, and her nails, painted with bright red nail polish, broke due to the excessive force, oozing beads of blood.
She stared intently at the gleaming gold "Qin Family" signboard across the street, the resentment in her eyes almost tangible.
"Good...very good..."
"A zipper, right? Haute couture, right?"
"Let's see how long you can keep up your smugness!"
She stood up abruptly, and because of the sudden movement, the buttons on her clothes were so tight that she almost couldn't breathe.
She yanked hard at the knotted button that she couldn't undo, then frantically grabbed a pair of scissors and shredded the collar.
"go!"
"Send a message to Boss Lei!"
Tell him he doesn't need to wait.
"Let's do it tonight!"
"I'll let that little bitch from the Qin family know..."
"Without the cotton, those zippers of hers are the noose that strangled her!"
……
into the night.
The Qin family's garment factory has finally closed its doors.
But the lights in the main house's accounting room were frighteningly bright.
Qin Yue dismissed all the servants, locked the doors and windows, and even drew the heavy velvet curtains.
In the center of the room was a huge rosewood table.
At this moment, there were no tea sets or writing brushes on the table.
All I have is money.
The piles of silver notes, gold ingots, and broken silver resembled a small mountain cast in gold and silver, exuding an intoxicating stench of money and the fragrance of ink.
"Fourth Brother...this is too much..."
Su Wan stared blankly at the table full of money.
She had never seen so much cash in her life.
"Is it a lot?"
Qin Yue slowly unbuttoned his suit jacket and casually tossed it onto the back of a chair.
He walked over, placed his hands on the edge of the table, and wrapped Su Wan and the pile of money in his arms.
"This is just my sister-in-law's 'appearance fee' for standing there and making an appearance today."
He picked up a heavy gold ingot, weighed it in his hand, and then gently blew on it.
"Sister-in-law."
Qin Yue suddenly reached out, grabbed Su Wan's waist, and lifted her up with a sudden force.
"what!"
Before Su Wan could react, he placed her on top of that mountain of silver notes.
Beneath him were somewhat uncomfortable gold ingots and soft silver notes; the sensation was absurd and extravagant.
"Fourth Brother! Stop fooling around... this is unclean..."
Su Wan tried to get up, but Qin Yue pressed her shoulder down.
"Not clean?"
Qin Yue chuckled softly, his narrow eyes burning with a fervor even more intense than when he was looking at the account books.
He picked up a silver note with a face value of one thousand taels; the edges of the brand-new paper were sharp and crisp.
"There is nothing cleaner than this in the world."
His fingers held the silver note and slowly slid it up Su Wan's calf.
The subtle sound of paper rubbing against stockings was exceptionally clear in the quiet tent.
"Did your sister-in-law sense it?"
Qin Yue's voice was hoarse, carrying a strong air of wine, women, and wealth:
"This is the smell of money."
"It's also... the smell of power."
The banknote slid across her knee, over her thigh, and finally stopped at the gold zipper pull on the side of her cheongsam.
"Those women today fought tooth and nail for such a tiny thing."
Qin Yue's eyes deepened. He leaned down, his nose almost touching the zipper pull, and took a deep breath:
"But they don't know..."
"The most valuable part of this thing..."
"It's not about whether it can pull up."
"But it lies in..."
He gripped the zipper pull, his fingers tightening.
"Sizzle—"
The zipper slipped down three inches.
It revealed the snow-white skin underneath, and the edges tightly wrapped in black lace.
"Its strength lies in its ability to be stretched."
Qin Yue pressed his hand against her lips.
"This is today's 'dividend'."
He lowered his head, his lips close to her ear, his voice carrying a morbid satisfaction:
"Sister-in-law has saved it."
"This is the private money your fourth brother gave you."
"It exists here..."
"The safest."
"No one can take it away from me."
Su Wan was so ashamed and indignant by his absurd behavior that she felt like dying.
"Take...take it out..."
"Okay, take it out."
Qin Yue agreed verbally, but did not actually take the money.
Instead, he pinched the zipper pull again.
"Sizzle—"
He zipped the zipper all the way up in one go.
The entire cheongsam spread out like flower petals.
In that instant, Qin Yue's breath caught in his throat.
Amidst this table laden with gold and silver treasures, in this room reeking of money.
The body before me, so white and soft it seemed to glow, was the most priceless treasure in the world.
"Sister-in-law."
With red eyes, Qin Yue looked like a miser who had found a priceless treasure. He suddenly bent down and buried his face in the pile of "wealth".
"Tonight..."
"Right here in this pile of money..."
"Let's do the math."