great-warnovel Chapter 146 The twins pressed her down onto the floor heating. "It's so hot, let me put so
Chapter 146 The twins pressed her down onto the floor heating. "It's so hot, let me put so
The cold wind of December was like a steel knife scraping away bone, making the city gate tower of the county town tremble.
At this time of year, the city gates would normally be packed with people coming to the city to buy New Year's goods, and the shouts of charcoal and firewood vendors could be heard for miles around.
But today, the city gate was eerily quiet, with only a few emaciated stray dogs huddled against the wall, licking their paws.
"Boom!"
A muffled, thunderous sound of carriages and horses broke the deathly silence.
Magistrate Fang, who was dozing off on the city wall with a hand warmer in his arms, was startled by the commotion and his official hat was askew.
He hurriedly leaned over the wall to look down, and what he saw nearly made him drop the hand warmer on his foot.
The official road leading out of the city was packed with horse-drawn carriages.
These were no ordinary carriages; they were all large, mahogany carts, with windproof copper lamps hanging from the shafts and thick cowhide wheels for shock absorption. The convoy stretched as far as the eye could see, like a long, winding dragon.
Leading the procession was the gilded carriage of the county's richest man, Master Qian.
"What...what are they trying to do?!"
Magistrate Fang's heart skipped a beat, and a sense of foreboding shot straight to the top of his head. Disregarding his demeanor, he grabbed the hem of his official robe and stumbled down the city wall, directly blocking the front of the caravan.
"Master Qian! Brother Qian! Where are you going?"
Magistrate Fang, panting heavily, clung to the carriage window, forcing a smile that looked more like a grimace:
"Why are you heading out with your whole family during the New Year? Did some ignorant family in the city offend you? I'll go and arrest them right now to avenge you!"
The carriage curtain was slowly lifted.
Qian Yuanwai's face, ruddy yet feigning sorrow, was revealed.
He was dressed very warmly, wrapped up in layers of clothing like a ball, and was also holding a rubber hot water bottle made by the Qin family.
"Oh dear, my esteemed official!"
Before he could speak, tears streamed down his face as he sobbed and lamented:
"This humble citizen doesn't want to leave either! This county is my home, and I can't bear to leave!"
"But sir, look..."
He shakily stretched out one leg, which was wrapped in thick cotton trousers and had two layers of knee pads tied around it:
"This humble man's leg pain is a ailment I was born with. Every winter, it throbs with pain deep within my bones, making me want to bang my head against the wall!"
"Only...only the Qin family's 'underfloor heating,' that heavenly warmth, can save this old man's life!"
Magistrate Fang's lips twitched as he listened.
Is it chronic leg pain?
Last month I saw you chasing after Xiao Cui in the "Yi Hong Yuan" (a brothel), your legs were so nimble you could kick a cow to death!
"Well...you don't have to move the whole family!" Magistrate Fang clung tightly to the carriage frame, refusing to let go. This was the county's last source of revenue; if the Qian family left, his county office wouldn't even have enough to eat. "Why don't you stay for a few days, recover, and then come back?"
"We can't come back, we can't come back."
Master Qian shook his head, his face showing both resolute determination and "helplessness":
"The Qin family said that these 'Cloud Top Villas' are a scarce resource, and only permanent residents can buy them. And..."
He lowered his voice and said mysteriously:
"I heard that the feng shui of the Qin family's place is good, and it's good for nurturing people. My concubines all had such tender skin after going there that they didn't want to come back."
"My lord, for the sake of family harmony, for the sake of my own life... please have mercy and spare my life!"
After saying that, he took out a silver note that he had prepared in advance from his sleeve and quietly stuffed it into Magistrate Fang's sleeve.
"This is my last token of appreciation; please take it and use it to buy charcoal."
"Go! Hurry up! Don't be late!"
At Master Qian's command, the coachman raised his whip.
"Snapped!"
A crisp sound.
The gilded carriage, a symbol of the county's last vestiges of prosperity, drove past Magistrate Fang without a second thought, kicking up a cloud of cold dust that covered his face.
Then came the second, the third...
It was filled with gold and silver valuables, antiques and paintings, and rooms full of delicate concubines...
The entire Qian family, along with the yellow dog guarding the gate, resolutely headed towards the notorious den of iniquity known as the "Wolf Fang Special Zone" on this cold morning.
Magistrate Fang stood at the empty city gate, clutching the thin silver note in his hand, watching the caravan disappear into the distance. He felt that the winter wind was truly damn cold.
……
Langya Special Zone, Yunding Villa District.
This place is completely different from the desolation of the county town.
Although it was the dead of winter, the place felt like it was encased in a giant, warm blanket.
The newly completed Villa No. 1 was specially customized for top VIP clients like Master Qian.
At this moment, the master bedroom of the villa was sweltering.
This is not an adjective, it is a declarative sentence.
To ensure that these cowardly wealthy people could spend the winter comfortably, the Qin twins—Qin Feng and Qin Yun—used their best skills to perfect the underfloor heating system.
"Isn't this temperature... a bit too high?"
Su Wan was wearing a thin silk slip dress with a light cardigan draped over her shoulders, and she was barefoot on the floor covered with a thick wool carpet.
Even though she was dressed so lightly, she still felt her face getting hot, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on her forehead.
"It's not hot, sister-in-law."
A clear, yet slightly sticky, youthful voice came from the floor.
Qin Feng was lying on the ground, holding a wrench, adjusting the heating valve in the corner of the wall.
He was only wearing a pair of loose-fitting work pants, his upper body bare. His originally fair skin now had an alluring pink hue from working in the high temperature. Sweat slid down his lean but well-defined back, disappearing into the seams of his pants at the waist.
"That fat old man, Master Qian, has thick skin and a lot of fat, so he dissipates heat slowly. If the temperature isn't high enough, he'll probably complain of being cold."
Another identical voice sounded behind Su Wan.
Qin Yun held a thermometer in his hand and pressed it against him from behind.
He was shirtless, and even rolled up his trousers above his knees, revealing his muscular calves.
"Does your sister-in-law feel hot?"
Qin Yun nestled close to Su Wan's neck, sniffing like a golden retriever, his nose brushing against her sensitive earlobe:
"Hmm... Sister-in-law is sweating, and she smells nice."
"Stop fooling around."
Su Wan felt a little itchy from his rubbing, so she shrank her neck and turned around to push him away.
But as she turned around, she bumped right into Qin Yun's sweaty, warm embrace.
Young people's bodies are always full of energy.
Even in this sweltering room, his body temperature was still several degrees higher than the surrounding air.
"Does your sister-in-law think we're dirty?"
Qin Yun watched Su Wan's evasive movements, his eyes instantly turning somewhat aggrieved, his puppy-dog eyes filled with accusation:
"We've sweated so much here trying to earn money for our families... and my sister-in-law won't even let me hug her."
"that is."
Qin Feng, who was on the ground, also threw down the wrench and crawled over on all fours.
He grabbed Su Wan's calf and pressed his cheek against the outside of her smooth thigh (her nightgown had a high slit), gently rubbing against her.
"If my eldest brother and third brother can hug me, why can't we?"
"We installed this underfloor heating system ourselves."
Su Wan was driven to her wits' end by these two clingy little devils.
She looked down at Qin Feng, whose face was smeared with black engine oil mixed with sweat, but it didn't look dirty at all; instead, it exuded a wild sexiness.
"I don't look down on you..."
Su Wan sighed and reached out to help him up:
"The ground is hot, get up quickly."
"I won't get up."
Qin Feng not only didn't get up, but instead used force in his hand and pulled him along.
"ah!"
Su Wan lost her balance, cried out in surprise, and fell backward.
It did not fall to the ground.
Qin Yun was already prepared behind her. He acted as a cushion, catching her steadily, and then fell onto the thick, long-haired carpet.
Now the situation has become a complete sandwich.
"you……"
Su Wan was about to reprimand him when she realized she was trapped.
The carpet beneath him radiated warmth from the underfloor heating, which was transmitted through Qin Yun's body, creating a warm and solid sensation.
Qin Feng, on his body, was like a burning fire.
He placed his hands on either side of Su Wan's head, enveloping her entirely in his shadow. Sweat dripped from his hair, landing right in the hollow of Su Wan's collarbone, sending a shiver of tingling pleasure through her.
"Sister-in-law."
"This floor is really hot."
"Don't believe me... feel it?"
"Is it... even hotter here than with underfloor heating?"
"Is it hot?"
His voice became hoarse, with a hint of a wicked smile:
"If you're hot, take off your clothes."
With a gentle flick.
The silk shoulder strap slipped down, revealing her delicate shoulders.
"No!" Su Wan grabbed his hand in a panic.
"What are you afraid of?"
Qin Feng lowered his head and kissed the exposed shoulder hard, captivating him so much that he didn't want to look up.
"That old bastard Qian hasn't arrived yet."
"This house...is ours now."
"We went through all that trouble to install the underfloor heating; shouldn't we at least get some interest on it?"
"I sweated a lot while working... I'm thirsty."
"There's tea on the table..." Su Wan tried to distract herself.
"I don't want to drink tea."
Qin Yun raised his head, and in his eyes, which were exactly the same as Qin Feng's, shone the same longing:
"The tea has no flavor."
"I want to drink... the water in my mouth."
……
Half an hour later.
There was a knock on the villa's door.
"Master Qin! Fourth Master Qin! It's me, Old Qian! I'm here!"
Master Qian's voice rang out from outside the door, carrying a sense of excitement at surviving a calamity.
The three people in the room separated.
Su Wan hurriedly straightened her clothes, her face as red as a ripe tomato.
The door opened.
A wave of heat hit me.
As soon as Master Qian stepped across the threshold, a layer of white fog instantly appeared on his glasses.
"Oh! It's warm! So warm!"
The wealthy man was so excited that he threw down his cane, collapsed to the ground, and rolled around on the wool carpet.
"Is this underfloor heating? Is this paradise?!"
"My chronic leg pain...it's saved! It really is saved!"
Seeing the spineless look on Master Qian's face, Qin Yue, standing to the side, shook his fan, a signature shrewd businessman's smile on his lips.
"Fifth brother, sixth brother."
Qin Yue walked over, lowered his voice, and spoke in slang that only his brothers could understand:
"The home inspection was quite thorough, wasn't it?"
"Judging from my sister-in-law's complexion... isn't the underfloor heating a bit too strong?"
Qin Feng chuckled, neither denying it nor admitting it, but simply grabbed a cup of iced tea from the table and drank it all in one gulp.
"Fourth Brother doesn't understand."
"This is called... warming up."
……
But in the county town, dozens of miles away.
Magistrate Fang stood alone at the deserted city gate, looking at the snow-covered ground rutted by cart tracks, and listening to the howling north wind.
it's dark.
It should have been a time when every house was lit up, but now the county town was pitch black.
Those wealthy people left, taking their money, their popularity, and the soul of the city with them.
"My lord, let's go back."
Master Sun approached, carrying a dim lantern, his voice tinged with sorrow:
"The charcoal in the government office is running low... We need to use it sparingly."
Magistrate Fang turned his head blankly and looked at the lantern that was swaying precariously in the wind.