great-warnovel Chapter 130 Undercurrents in the City! A Refined Scoundrel Snaps His Fingers in His Sleeve: Sister-i
Chapter 130 Undercurrents in the City! A Refined Scoundrel Snaps His Fingers in His Sleeve: Sister-i
Qin Yue's "supermarket" plan was like a boulder thrown into a deep pool, instantly creating ripples.
With the help of Master Qian's big mouth and the tacit approval and cooperation of Master Sun, the Langya Special Zone became the center of the entire Northwest business district in just a few days.
The once deserted official road is now bustling with traffic.
Spice merchants from the Western Regions, silk traders from the Jiangnan region, fur traders from the North… countless caravans, like greedy bloodsucking leeches, were drawn to this emerging “city that never sleeps” by the scent of money.
……
The county seat, the main hall of the county government office.
The usually imposing magistrate was now sitting in the empty courtroom, staring blankly at the few dozing flies below.
Where are they?
The magistrate touched his stubble, which he hadn't shaved for several days, and looked bewildered.
"It's already noon, why hasn't anyone come to beat the drum and appeal for justice?"
The constable beside him, with a pained expression, replied cautiously:
"My lord... not to mention those who come to plead their case, even the wealthy families who used to come and give gifts have all closed their shops these past two days."
"Where did you go?"
"I heard... I heard they all went to Wolf Fang Village."
The constable swallowed hard, his voice growing softer and softer:
"That place is even more lively than our county town now. I heard that even Granny Wang, who sells tofu, moved there. She said that people there are rich and foolish, and tofu can be sold for the price of meat."
"Snapped!"
The magistrate slammed his gavel heavily on the table, kicking up a cloud of dust.
"This is outrageous! Absolutely outrageous!"
His beard trembled with rage, and a sinister suspicion flashed in his eyes:
"A tiny, run-down village dares to undermine my authority?! What kind of bewitching potion has the Qin family given them?"
"Where's that Master Sun? Didn't we send him to investigate? Where the hell is he?"
"Reporting to you, sir... the clerk said he's 'deep behind enemy lines,' gathering evidence of the Qin family's crimes..."
"Deep behind enemy lines?" the magistrate sneered. "I think he's fallen into a honeypot and can't climb out!"
He stood up and paced anxiously in the hall, his hands behind his back:
"No. I can no longer sit idly by and wait to die."
"Prepare the sedan chair!"
"I want to see for myself who this Qin family is... that they dare to turn my county into a ghost town!"
……
at the same time.
Langya Special Zone, the core area of the commercial street.
This is the prototype of the future "Langya CBD".
Although the ground was not yet fully paved and the shops on both sides were mostly simple wooden sheds, the surging crowds, the noisy hawking, and the bustling atmosphere in the air were enough to make any business tycoon's heart pound.
Excuse me! Please let me through!
"Top-quality raisins from the Western Regions! Sweeter than first love!"
"Qin Family Workshop's cast iron woks! Non-stick! Rust-proof! Last ten pieces!"
As Su Wan walked through the crowd, she felt like a small boat, about to be capsized by the wave of people at any moment.
She came today to inspect potential locations for a supermarket.
She deliberately changed into a low-key, plain-colored long dress and wore a veiled hat, trying to avoid being recognized.
But she clearly underestimated the madness of these businessmen, and also underestimated the allure of her figure among men.
"Oh, young lady, are you buying some fabric?"
A burly cloth merchant squeezed through the crowd, his lecherous eyes peering through the thin veil of his hat, staring intently at Su Wan's barely visible collarbone.
"Brother, I have some fine material here, it's silk, so smooth... Would you like me to take you to the inner room to touch it?"
As he spoke, he reached out with his greasy hand to grab Su Wan's arm.
Su Wan frowned, just about to dodge.
"brush--"
A white shadow flashed by.
A folding fan, like an iron wall, was precisely and elegantly positioned between the dirty hand and Su Wan.
"This boss."
A clear, cold sound, like jade colliding, rang out.
Qin Mo appeared beside Su Wan without her noticing.
Today he was wearing a moon-white, wide-sleeved long gown and those gold-rimmed glasses, looking refined and scholarly, as if he were a weak and helpless scholar.
But the hidden force in that folding fan made the cloth merchant's wrist go numb, and he staggered back three steps.
"This kind of 'slippery' material..."
Qin Mo pushed up his glasses, a cold glint flashing behind the lenses, but a gentle smile played on his lips:
"I'm afraid it's not suitable for my wife."
"My wife has delicate skin and only wears... brocade."
"As for a defective product like you..."
He disdainfully put away his folding fan, took out a handkerchief from his sleeve, and slowly wiped the part of the fan ribs that the cloth merchant had touched. Then he casually threw the handkerchief into a roadside trash can.
"I'll keep it to wrap my own corpse."
"you--!"
The cloth merchant was about to get angry, but when he saw the several barbarian security guards with curved swords at their waists and expressionless faces behind Qin Mo, he immediately cowered and slunk into the crowd.
"Second Brother..."
Su Wan breathed a sigh of relief and looked at him with a hint of admiration:
"Your 'fan skill' move just now was really cool."
"handsome?"
Qin Mo chuckled lightly, showing no pride despite the compliment.
Instead, he frowned, his gaze sweeping over the sweaty, greedy vendors around him, his obsessive-compulsive tendencies about cleanliness suddenly erupting.
"It's too dirty here."
He said in a low voice, his tone carrying an undisguised disgust:
"Everywhere you look, there's the stench of money, and... the smell of the lower classes."
"Sister-in-law, is this the place you wanted to inspect?"
Su Wan shrugged helplessly: "When you're doing business, how can you not interact with people? Once the supermarket opens, there will only be more people."
"But we can't let them touch you either."
Qin Mo said decisively.
He took a step forward, but instead of using brute force to push people away like the third brother, he didn't throw money at people like the fourth brother.
He simply turned slightly to the side, using his tall and slender figure to cleverly create a barrier between Su Wan and the crowd.
"Sister-in-law, come here."
He extended his left hand.
His hand was hidden beneath the wide sleeve, the cuff opening slightly with his movements, revealing a section of pale, white wrist.
Su Wan was taken aback: "What?"
"Holding hands."
Qin Mo's words were concise and to the point.
"So many people..." Su Wan's face flushed slightly. Holding hands in public like this, even though no one knew them, was still too much...
"It's because there are so many people."
Qin Mo glanced at the occasional glances directed his way, his eyes turning slightly cold.
"With so many people around, there are bound to be many who are dishonest."
"If my sister-in-law gets bumped or touched by some dirty thing..."
He paused, his voice turning somewhat somber:
"I would be tempted... to burn this whole street down."
Su Wan's heart skipped a beat.
She knew that this seemingly most refined second brother was actually the most crazy one at heart.
In order to protect the safety of this street (and also to protect the lives of those innocent vendors), Su Wan obediently extended her hand.
however.
Qin Mo did not directly grasp her hand.
But...
With a wave of his long sleeves.
The wide sleeves, carrying a faint scent of ink, were like a cloud that instantly enveloped Su Wan's small hands.
"Well……"
Su Wan felt a heat in her hand.
Hidden behind the sleeves, in this private space where no one can see.
Qin Mo's long, slightly cool hand accurately grasped her fingers.
It wasn't just a simple hand-holding.
Instead, their fingers were interlocked.
His fingers forcefully squeezed between hers, locking together perfectly, palm to palm, leaving no gap.
"Hurry up."
Qin Mo stared straight ahead, his face still bearing that aloof and polite smile, as if nothing had happened.
But his hand inside his sleeve was making extremely audacious little gestures.
His thumb was gently stroking along the back of Su Wan's hand, from the knuckles down to her wrist, pressing lightly on the delicate pulse.
That rough, calloused touch isolated her from the noise of the outside world, rushing straight to the top of Su Wan's head along her nerve endings.
"Second brother...it itches..."
Su Wan's hand shrank back in his palm, trying to break free from this overly intimate control.
"itch?"
Qin Mo didn't loosen his grip; instead, he tightened it even more.
He lowered his head slightly, and under the guise of looking at the roadside stalls, he leaned close to Su Wan's ear.
"Bear with it."
His voice was very low, blending into the surrounding cacophony of vendors' cries, and only Su Wan could hear it:
"Sister-in-law's hands are so soft and so white."
"If it's exposed..."
"They'll be targeted by those greedy, hungry wolves."
"It can only be hidden in my sleeve..."
He deliberately tickled her palm with his fingertips, causing her to shudder.
"That's the safest."
Su Wan's face turned as red as a boiled shrimp.
Where is the safety in this?
This is clearly like escaping from the wolf's den only to fall into the tiger's mouth!
The vendors might glance at it, but this seemingly refined scoundrel... he was actually touching it! And he was doing it openly and brazenly in front of thousands of people!
"The land in front is the reserved plot."
Su Wan tried to bring the conversation back to the main topic, pointing to an open space in front of her.
"Hmm, good location."
Qin Mo made a casual comment, but instead of quickening his pace, he slowed down.
He seemed to enjoy the feeling of "having an affair" in the bustling city.
The hands hidden in the sleeves became increasingly adept at their games.
He even started playing with the nail polish on her nails, running his fingertips along her fingers. The sticky feeling made Su Wan's legs go weak.
"Sister-in-law."
Suddenly, Qin Mo stopped in his tracks.
The surrounding crowd was still bustling, with some people haggling loudly and others scrambling for stalls.
But Qin Mo seemed to be detached from it.
He turned to the side, using his body to block a drunkard who almost bumped into him. At the same time, he pulled Su Wan closer with his hand hidden in his sleeve, almost pressing her against his chest.
"careful."
He looked at the drunkard, a flash of murderous intent crossing his eyes.
Only after the drunkard was dragged away by the barbarian security guards did he turn his gaze back to Su Wan, who was still in shock, in his arms.
"Sister-in-law, this city that never sleeps... is indeed bustling."
He gazed upon the bustling world before him, a meaningful smile curving his lips:
"But the more prosperous a place is, the more likely it is to harbor filth and corruption."
"That county magistrate will probably be getting restless soon."
Su Wan's heart skipped a beat: "You mean... he'll come looking for trouble?"
"If he dares to come, I dare to bury him."
Qin Mo pushed up his glasses, his tone as calm as if he were saying the weather was nice today:
"However, before burying him..."
He suddenly released his hand from his sleeve, but before Su Wan could even breathe a sigh of relief, his hand moved up and, through the fabric of his sleeve, grasped her wrist.
I gently touched her pulse with my fingertip.
"My sister-in-law's heart is beating a little fast."
He looked down at her, his eyes behind his glasses filled with teasing and doting affection.
"Was it because you were startled just now?"
"Or is it because..."
He deliberately shook the wide sleeve, letting the fabric rub against her skin:
"Your heart raced because your second brother touched you in his sleeve?"
Su Wan: "..."
She took a deep breath, really wanting to stomp on his spotless boots.
"It's because there are too many people! They're lacking oxygen!"
She retorted through gritted teeth.
"Lack of oxygen?"
Qin Mo nodded thoughtfully.
"That's perfect."
"My study is just ahead."
"There's no one there, and the air is fresh."
He tightened his grip on her hand again, pulled her back, and their steps became lighter.
"My second brother... has received a new batch of 'artificial respiration' training manuals."
"Since my sister-in-law is experiencing oxygen deprivation..."
"How about your second brother helps you... ferry a few mouthfuls?"