great-warnovel Chapter 116 Lip Prints Intertwined! The Refined Scoundrel Drinks Her Leftover Water in Public
Chapter 116 Lip Prints Intertwined! The Refined Scoundrel Drinks Her Leftover Water in Public
When Master Qian scrambled out of the Qin family's gate, his pants were still wet.
He swore he'd never seen such a terrifying man in his life. Crush an iron walnut with his bare hands? Then crushing his head would be as easy as crushing tofu!
"Master! Are we just leaving like this?"
The servant cautiously asked beside the carriage, "Then...then the business deal is off?"
"Talk my ass!"
Master Qian climbed onto the carriage, trembling. Just thinking about Qin Meng's look that seemed to want to gouge out his eyes and stomp on them made him feel a chill run down his spine.
"Go back! Go back right now! If anyone ever mentions Wolf Fang Village to me again, I'll fight them!"
The carriage kicked up a cloud of dust and sped away as if its life depended on it.
……
The Qin Family Compound.
With that disgusting nouveau riche gone, the air seemed to become much fresher.
"Sister-in-law, did I scare anyone?"
Qin Meng scratched his head, casually tossed the two scrap iron discs into the nearby trash can (the barbarian security guard immediately picked them up like treasures), and looked at Su Wan with a pleading expression.
"It's good that you were scared."
Before Su Wan could speak, a cool yet somewhat languid voice came from under the corridor.
The second brother, Qin Mo, walked over unhurriedly, holding a book in his hand.
Today he wore a bamboo-green long robe, and the gold-rimmed glasses on his nose reflected a cold gleam in the sunlight. Compared to Qin Meng's overt ferocity, he was more like a poisoned blade hidden in its sheath.
"That kind of money-grubbing idiot, if we don't teach him a lesson, he'll really think our Qin family is a charity."
Qin Mo walked to Su Wan's side, his gaze sweeping over her, his brows furrowing almost imperceptibly:
"Sister-in-law, don't let this kind of person into the main hall in the future. He'll make the floor dirty."
Su Wan said with a hint of helplessness, "But we want to build a city that never sleeps, so we have to deal with these merchants. We can't just fight them all, can we?"
"Then let's try a different approach."
Qin Mo pushed up his glasses, his phoenix eyes behind the lenses narrowing slightly, revealing a calculating look:
"Since they think we're peasants, nouveau riche..."
"Then let's show them what it means to be...unreachable."
……
Half an hour later.
Another carriage stopped in front of the Qin family's house.
This time, it was Master Zhao, Master Qian's mortal enemy.
This Master Zhao was a typical opportunist. When he heard that Master Qian had been humiliated by the Qin family, he immediately came over like a cat smelling fish, hoping to find a bargain.
"Go and inform them."
Having learned his lesson, Master Zhao remained relatively polite: "Just say that I, Zhao, admire the Qin family's reputation and have come to pay my respects."
This time, the Qin family didn't let him stand at the door.
Instead, they invited him directly into the main hall.
Master Zhao was stunned as soon as he entered the door.
This main hall...
Well, how should I put it?
It lacks the gaudy, opulent feel of some other materials, instead exuding an understated luxury.
The ground was paved with shiny blue bricks (actually glazed bricks fired by the twins), and several calligraphy and paintings hung on the wall, with vigorous strokes, clearly the work of masters (actually, they were casually written by Qin Mo).
The most deadly thing is that faint fragrance.
It's not that cheap, powdery smell, but a crisp, refreshing woody scent that makes you feel relaxed and happy (a blend of agarwood by Lao Qi).
"Master Zhao, please have a seat."
Su Wan remained seated in the main seat and did not rise.
She changed into a moon-white casual home outfit, her hair simply tied up, yet exuding an air of composed elegance.
Qin Mo sat to her left, holding a book and reading without even lifting his eyelids.
This silent neglect only made Master Zhao feel more uncertain.
"Hehe, Madam Su..."
Master Zhao sat down with a smile, just about to start a conversation to get closer to him.
"Serve tea."
Su Wan gave a brief instruction.
Soon, a barbarian maid came up carrying a tray.
Master Zhao didn't take it seriously at first.
What good tea can you get in the countryside? At most, you'll get some broken tea leaves or that kind of bitter barley tea.
However, when the maid placed the teacup in front of him...
Master Zhao's eyes immediately stopped moving.
What is that?
The teacup... was transparent!
It is crystal clear and free of any impurities, and under the sunlight streaming in through the window, it refracts a seven-colored halo.
The tea soup inside is crystal clear, and you can even see the unfolding posture of each tea leaf, as well as the slowly rising white steam.
"Ruri... Ruri?!"
Master Zhao's voice changed tone, and his hands trembled as he reached for the item, but dared not touch it, fearing it would break if he did.
This is glass!
In this era, glass is more precious than jade! Even in the imperial palace, it is only used at grand banquets.
And now...
The Qin family actually used this priceless treasure... to pack his barley tea?!
"This...this is far too valuable!"
Master Zhao felt as if he were drinking gold, not tea.
He swallowed hard, carefully picked up the glass, and felt a chill run down his spine as he savored its smooth, delicate texture.
"precious?"
Su Wan picked up the identical glass in front of her, swirled it casually, and said in a nonchalant tone:
"It's just a drinking vessel. If you like it, Master Zhao, I'll give you a set when you leave."
A...a set?!
Master Zhao almost slipped off his chair.
Is this the strength of the Qin family?
Giving away glass so casually? This is no ordinary peasant; this is clearly a reclusive, powerful family!
"Lady Su is so magnanimous! So magnanimous!"
Master Zhao was completely convinced.
Any lingering thought of haggling over the price had long since vanished. Compared to this wealthy family who treated glass like it was nothing, his meager fortune was a joke!
"Um... Madam Su, shall we talk about the cotton business?"
Master Zhao's current posture is as humble as a grandson.
……
The negotiations went very smoothly.
Or rather, there's no need for negotiation at all.
Completely stunned by the glass, Master Zhao agreed to almost everything Su Wan said, without even daring to haggle over the price. He signed the contract and secured all of the Qin family's cotton for the year.
"Then it's settled."
Su Wan put down her teacup, a satisfied smile playing on her lips.
"Definitely! Definitely!"
Master Zhao wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and was about to take his leave.
But Qin Mo, who had been silent all along, suddenly put down the book in his hand.
"Sister-in-law."
He spoke.
The voice was clear and cold, like jade striking each other, yet it carried a subtle, almost imperceptible hue.
Master Zhao glanced over instinctively.
The refined and handsome scholar didn't look at him; instead, his gaze was fixed intently on the object in front of Su Wan...
The teacup was only half-empty.
There was still a faint water stain on the rim of the cup.
Those were the lip prints left by Su Wan after she had just drunk from the bottle.
Because of the lip rouge, that little bit of crimson stood out starkly against the clear glass, and was also... ambiguous.
"What's wrong with Second Brother?" Su Wan asked, puzzled.
Qin Mo did not answer.
He stood up and walked gracefully to Su Wan.
In front of Master Zhao and all the servants in the house.
He extended his long, slender, fair hand with distinct knuckles.
He picked up the teacup in front of Su Wan.
"Second brother? That's mine..."
Su Wan was startled and was about to stop her.
But Qin Mo didn't get a new cup or ask anyone to change the tea.
He simply lowered his eyelids, his long eyelashes casting a shadow beneath his eyes, concealing the turbulent undercurrents within them.
Then he slowly rotated the cup.
He turned the spot with her bright red lipstick mark to face himself.
Master Zhao was dumbfounded.
Su Wan was also stunned.
The only sounds were the cicadas chirping outside the window and Qin Mo's frighteningly steady breathing.
He lowered his head.
His thin lips were slightly parted.
Without any hesitation, without any reservations.
His lips landed precisely on the red lip print.
overlapping.
It's like... being separated by this thin layer of glass.
"Gulp."
The Adam's apple moves up and down.
He tilted his head back and drank the half-cup of tea that Su Wan had left in his cup in one gulp.
that moment.
His profile was sharp and austere, his gold-rimmed glasses reflected a cold light, and he looked extremely refined.
But his actions...
Yet she was so dissolute, so... shameless.
Are they drinking tea?
That was clearly a public declaration of sovereignty! It was about tasting her! It was using this extremely subtle yet extremely explicit method to tell everyone—
This woman is his.
She wouldn't allow anyone else to touch anything she'd touched, not even a cup or a sip of water.
"..."
Su Wan's face instantly turned bright red, the redness extending all the way to her ears.
She wanted to yell at him and snatch the cup back.
But in front of outsiders, she couldn't break the image of a "dignified mistress," so she could only clutch the handkerchief in her hand tightly, glaring at him with shame and indignation.
After finishing his tea, Qin Mo even licked his lips as if he still wanted more.
Her scent seemed to linger there.
He put down the cup, making a crisp "ding" sound.
Then he turned his head and looked at Master Zhao, who was already stunned.
Behind the glasses, his phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze cold and dangerous, carrying a unique air of authority and warning characteristic of someone in a superior position.
"Master Zhao".
"Is the tea good?"
Master Zhao shuddered, and cold sweat instantly soaked his back.
He is not a fool.
He understood that look in his eyes.
That was telling him—this woman, everything in the Qin family, even a cup, belongs to someone.
Don't look.
Don't even think about it.
Don't touch it!
Otherwise, the outcome will be even worse than that of the wealthy man Qian whose wrist was crushed!
"It's so...delicious! So delicious!"
Master Zhao stammered as he stood up and scrambled out of the house.
"Um... Madam Su, Second Master Qin, I have urgent business at home, so I'll take my leave now! Goodbye!"
He ran away as if his life depended on it.
……
Only the two of them remained in the main hall.
The atmosphere was so enchanting it was almost suffocating.
"Qin Mo!"
Su Wan finally couldn't hold back any longer and, embarrassed and angry, threw the handkerchief in her hand at him:
"You...you're crazy? That's my cup! Why are you doing this in front of strangers...?"
"I know."
Qin Mo steadily caught the handkerchief that still carried her body heat, slowly folded it, and tucked it into his sleeve.
He took off his glasses, revealing a pair of unobstructed, deep, wolf-like eyes.
Approaching step by step.
They kept pushing Su Wan until she was cornered in the armchair, with nowhere left to retreat.
"Sister-in-law."
He braced himself on the armrests, trapping her in his arms, and looked down at her flushed face, a smirk playing on his lips—a smile characteristic of a refined scoundrel.
"I did it on purpose."
"If we don't do this, how can we let them know... who really calls the shots in the Qin family?"
"and……"
He moved closer to her lips, their breaths mingling, his voice low and husky, almost bewitching:
"The water my sister-in-law drank... was indeed sweeter than usual."
"Is it because...?"
"Did it smell like your sister-in-law?"
Su Wan's heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to explode.
She looked at her second brother, who was usually aloof and full of classical Chinese phrases, but now he was saying such shameless sweet nothings.
This extreme contrast, this taboo feeling of being forcibly teased by a refined, academically gifted person...
This is absolutely terrible!
"You...you shut up!" Su Wan reached out to cover his mouth.
Qin Mo then kissed her palm.
"Sister-in-law, please don't use this kind of cup to pour tea for outsiders next time."
He whispered in her palm, his eyes dark and unfathomable:
"This transparent thing... is too easy for people to see clearly."
"Just like my sister-in-law is like this now..."
"The way she blushed, the way she looked shy, and..."
His gaze slowly moved down, landing on her chest, which rose and fell with her breath:
"The look of being moved."
"I want to hide it away and only show it to myself."