bigabreads Chapter 200 The fourth brother grinned like a fox: Sister-in-law, this is a huge pitfall...
Chapter 200 The fourth brother grinned like a fox: Sister-in-law, this is a huge pitfall...
The next day, the sun rises three poles.
The heavy iron gate of the Qin family workshop was finally pushed open from the inside.
Su Wan was carried out by twins, one on each side.
She was wearing her original tight-fitting black cheongsam neatly, but the high heels that drove all the women in the city crazy were now being held by Qin Yun, the sixth brother.
Her feet did not touch the ground, but instead rested on the broad insteps of the fifth brother, Qin Feng.
"Sister-in-law, slow down."
Qin Feng, like a clumsy bear protecting its cubs, carefully supported her waist with both hands, pausing after every step.
"If you really can't walk anymore, how about Lao Wu carries you back?"
"Shut up."
Su Wan's cheeks flushed red, and she glared at him fiercely.
But the gentle, watery look in her eyes wasn't really dangerous; instead, it made Qin Feng's throat go dry, and he chuckled sheepishly as he scratched his head.
"Is my sister-in-law awake?"
Just as I reached the front porch, a lazy, laughing voice blocked my way.
Qin Yue, dressed in a modified iron-gray suit and holding a folding fan, leaned against a red-lacquered pillar, watching the scene of "two dragons playing with a pearl" with a half-smile.
"It seems that the fifth and sixth brothers really put in a lot of effort last night."
"Fourth Brother!" Su Wan tried to get off Qin Feng's feet in embarrassment and annoyance, but Qin Yue stepped forward and naturally put his arm around her waist.
"Alright, stop being so stubborn."
Qin Yuechong and his twins waved their hands, as if shooing away dogs:
"You've had your fill last night, now it's time to get back to work."
The newly arrived batch of anthracite coal at the mine is waiting for you to wash it.
Although the twins were reluctant, under the watchful eyes of their fourth brother, who seemed to be smiling but actually harboring malice, they obediently handed Su Wan over and left, turning back to look at her every few steps.
"Sister-in-law."
After everyone had walked away, Qin Yue's smile deepened.
He did not take Su Wan back to the bedroom, but instead put his arm around her and led her into a secluded tent room.
"Fourth Brother will show you a good show."
……
There were no lights in the secret room, only a beam of natural light shining through the crack in the window, illuminating the somewhat wrinkled drawing on the table.
That was a sketch that Su Wan had ruined half a month ago.
The design shown above is called "Cloud Skirt". It is extremely intricate and layered, and is stunningly beautiful, but it has a fatal flaw - it does not take into account the stretch of the fabric.
"This is……"
Su Wan recognized the discarded draft at a glance. Just as she was about to reach for it, Qin Yue pressed her hand down.
"Don't move."
Qin Yue wrapped his arms around her from behind, resting his chin on the crook of her neck, his warm breath brushing against the back of her ear:
"This is a special gift that Fourth Brother specially reserved for Madam Song."
"Madam Song?" Su Wan was taken aback.
"Last night, my sister-in-law was busy in the workshop... cough, busy with testing."
"That treacherous watchdog, who is also Song Niangzi's distant nephew, sneaked into our wastepaper basket."
"They stole this blueprint that you crumpled and threw away, treating it like a treasure."
Su Wan's eyes widened in surprise: "There's something wrong with that blueprint! If we don't use our special elastic threads, that pattern will... as soon as you sit down..."
"It will collapse."
Qin Yue picked up the conversation, his smile turning sinister, like a cunning old fox who had succeeded in his scheme:
"Sizzle."
"A large gash will appear on the back of your buttocks."
"Like..."
He suddenly released his grip, picked up a pair of scissors from the table, and gestured the "splitting" motion in the air:
"Like a ripe pomegranate, it burst open."
"What if she were to sell it..." Su Wan gasped.
"That's going to be interesting."
Qin Yue put down the scissors, turned around, and carried Su Wan to the high table.
This position forced her to look at him straight in the eye, and because of the height of the table, she was even forced to spread her legs and loosely wrap them around his waist.
"Sister-in-law, think about it."
Qin Yue braced himself against her sides, trapping her in this small space, his eyes burning with intensity.
"Those wealthy women who bought the high-quality replica dresses from 'Danranfang'."
"Dress up nicely and go to the banquet."
"Just as they were smugly about to sit down and have some tea..."
"laugh--"
Qin Yue imitated that voice, his eyes filled with mischievous glee:
"Under the watchful eyes of everyone."
"That skirt ripped all the way up to her thighs from her buttocks."
"That kind of scene..."
"Tsk tsk."
Qin Yue shook his head. Although he said he felt sorry, his expression clearly showed anticipation.
"It's probably a hundred times more 'spectacular' than what my sister-in-law did on stage yesterday."
As Su Wan listened to his description, she imagined the incredibly awkward scene and couldn't help but burst out laughing.
"Fourth Brother, you're so mean."
"A man who isn't a little bad is more attractive to his sister-in-law."
Qin Yue leaned closer and nuzzled her nose against hers:
"And this isn't bad."
"That's called...business competition."
"Who told her to be so greedy? If she had just stayed home and made clothes honestly instead of stealing from us, she wouldn't have fallen into this trap."
As he spoke, his gaze slowly moved downwards, landing on Su Wan's legs, which were encased in stockings.
"These stockings..."
"It really is a good product."
"Those two barbarians, the fifth and sixth brothers, all they know is how to tear things apart."
"But I don't understand..."
Qin Yue hooked his finger and gently pulled it outward.
"This kind of imperfect beauty."
"Sister-in-law."
He raised his head, his eyes deep and dark, his Adam's apple bobbing.
"That ripped skirt of Madam Song's was a scandal."
"But my sister-in-law's torn stockings..."
"In Fourth Brother's eyes..."
"It's a stunning view."
"Fourth Brother..."
Su Wan felt a little flustered by his blatant gaze.
"Don't hide."
Qin Yue placed one of his hands on her lower back and pulled her closer to him.
"This discarded draft helped us eliminate our biggest rival."
"Shouldn't your sister-in-law give your fourth brother some...reward?"
"What reward? Didn't I give you all the money last night?" Su Wan gasped, trying to push him away.
"Money is money."
Qin Yue chuckled softly, leaned close to her ear, and bit her sensitive earlobe:
"If a deal is made, there has to be a kickback."
"This kickback..."
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly bent down.
He didn't kiss her lips.
"Ugh—!"
Su Wan suddenly tilted her head back, her ten fingers instantly gripping Qin Yue's shoulders, creating deep wrinkles in his crisp suit.
"Fourth...Fourth Brother...No..."
"It's broken here."
Qin Yue mumbled indistinctly:
"Fourth Brother is a businessman."
"I can't stand seeing losses."
"Since it's broken..."
"Then we need to fix it."
"Use Fourth Brother's mark... to fill it in."
……
Just as spring was in full bloom in the Qin family's secret chamber.
The backyard of the dye shop, however, was bustling with activity.
"Quickly! Get moving!"
Madam Song held the stolen blueprint in her hand, her eyes bloodshot with madness.
She grasped at this as if it were a lifeline, completely disregarding the fact that the blueprint was found in a wastepaper basket and failing to notice the fatal oversight of not specifying the fabric's elasticity.
In her eyes, this was the secret to how that little vixen from the Qin family seduced all the men in the city!
"We have that kind of cloud-patterned yarn in our warehouse!"
"Although it's not as translucent as the Qin family's, ours is cheaper!"
"Make it exactly like this! Make that 'cloud skirt' for me!"
"I need to reclaim the market before the Qin family's next batch of goods comes out!"
Dozens of embroiderers were forced by her to work through the night.
The sound of sewing machines filled the air.
"Shopkeeper..."
An old tailor, holding scissors, hesitated before pointing to the hip measurement design on the pattern:
"Isn't this waist-cinching and butt-lifting design... a bit too tight?"
"Our fabric has no elasticity. If it's made so close to the body, what if the customer moves around a bit..."
"What do you know?!"
Madam Song slammed her hand on the table, interrupting the old tailor:
"Tight is good! Tight shows off your figure!"
"Didn't you see how Su Wan was dressed like a snake spirit? Men are all drawn to that kind of thing!"
"Stop talking nonsense! Follow the blueprints!"
"If you dare to change even a single stitch, I'll dock your wages!"
The old tailor opened his mouth, looked at the obsessed Song Niangzi, and finally sighed and shut his mouth.
Also.
Anyway, if something goes wrong, he won't be the one to take the blame.
……
Three days later.
The annual "Hundred Flowers Banquet" in Nanzhen is held in the back garden of the county government office.
This is the ultimate stage for all the city's noblewomen to compete in beauty and elegance.
Although the Qin family received an invitation, Su Wan did not attend, citing "illness" (actually, she was unable to get out of bed because Qin Yue had asked for kickbacks for half the night in the secret room).
But this did not stop "Qin's Haute Couture" from dominating the banquet.
Wearing the stolen zippered trench coat, Mrs. Liu basked in the envious and jealous gazes of those around her, like a proud peacock.
However, today's focus does not seem to be entirely on the Qin family.
"Oh my, Madam Zhao, your outfit... is quite unique."
Then, Madam Zhao, who usually loved to follow trends, walked in wearing an extremely elaborate, layered gauze dress.
At first glance, the dress looked about 70% similar to the gauze dress Su Wan had worn before.
Cinched waist, lifted hips, and a full skirt.
The only problem is that the fabric is a bit rough and the color isn't that sophisticated.
"This is a new style from Danranfang, called 'Cloud and Mist Skirt'."
Madam Zhao twirled around triumphantly, the tight fabric making it hard for her to breathe, but to appear thinner, she desperately sucked in her stomach:
"They say it's based on the same blueprints as the Qin family's, but the price is only half!"
"Madam Song said this is called... a substitute!"
Several ladies who hadn't managed to snag any of the Qin family's clothes immediately surrounded them, their faces filled with longing.
"Really the same?"
"It definitely makes her figure look good..."
"How about we go buy one too?"
Madam Zhao enjoyed the thrill of being the center of attention, and her vanity was greatly satisfied.
"Oh dear, I'm getting a little tired of standing."
She gave a coquettish laugh, took the maid's hand, and prepared to sit down on the mahogany armchair to show off the way the dress spread out when she sat down.
All eyes were on her.
Madam Zhao lifted her skirt, gracefully bent over, and squatted down.
The instant her buttocks touched the chair surface.
The fabric, already stretched to its limit and devoid of any elasticity, finally succumbed to the fatal tension.
"laugh--!!!"
A loud, piercing sound of tearing silk.
It exploded in the quiet garden.
Time seemed to stand still at that moment.
Madam Zhao's smile froze on her face.
Behind her, the seam of her skirt, which had originally covered her completely, was now torn from her tailbone all the way to her thigh.
The bright red mandarin duck-patterned bodice inside (still the old style), along with that white flesh, was just like the pomegranate that Qin Yue had cut open...
It burst forth without reservation.
"ah--!!!"
A piercing scream ripped through the air at the Hundred Flowers Banquet.
This "hiss" not only ripped open Madam Zhao's skirt.
This also completely shattered the last hope for Danranfang to survive.