great-warnovel Chapter 147 Old Seven, wearing gloves, pressed her down onto the soft couch; he still needed to appl
Chapter 147 Old Seven, wearing gloves, pressed her down onto the soft couch; he still needed to appl
The 23rd day of the twelfth lunar month is the Little New Year.
According to the customs of the North, today is the day to worship the Kitchen God. Regardless of wealth, every household must buy some sweets to seal the Kitchen God's mouth, so that he will speak well of them in heaven and bring peace to the world.
But for Magistrate Fang, this year's Kitchen God probably won't even be able to open his mouth—because it's frozen solid.
In the county government house, the stove is cold and the pots are being cleaned.
Magistrate Fang, wrapped in his old, slightly pilling official robe, cautiously pushed open his wife's bedroom door.
"Madam? Lady? Liu?"
He called out twice, his voice echoing in the empty room, sounding particularly desolate.
The room was dark, with no lights on. At this time of day, Liu would have already had a charcoal brazier lit and hot wine and snacks prepared, waiting for him to come home from his official duties and complain about the day's work.
But today, the only living thing in the house was a mouse squatting on the table, gnawing on a dry steamed bun.
"Squeak!"
The mouse, unafraid of anyone approaching, leisurely nibbled on a crumb of bread and slipped into the crack of the wardrobe, which was already covered in cobwebs.
Magistrate Fang's heart skipped a beat, and an ominous premonition arose within him.
He walked shakily to the table, where a pink letter lay pressed on the surface, which was covered with a thin layer of dust. Beside it, there was half a hard, cold steamed bun that could kill someone, and a bowl of stale tea that had long since frozen solid.
Magistrate Fang picked up the letter with trembling hands.
By the pale, white light of the snow streaming in through the window, he could make out the delicate yet heartless handwriting:
[To My Lord:]
I have recently noticed that my face is pale and my heart is filled with stagnant heat; I fear my days are numbered. I have heard that there are miraculous doctors and geothermal hot springs in the Wolf Fang Special Zone that can prolong life. In order to prevent my husband from losing his wife in middle age, I have decided to stay at Madam Qian's place for a few days to recuperate.
The yamen is bitterly cold, but the magistrate is the ruler of the county, and his official aura protects him, so he probably won't feel the cold. There's half a bag of steamed buns left in the kitchen; the magistrate should eat them sparingly, lest he starve.
Don't worry about it.
—From your humble wife, Liu.
"Clatter".
The letter slipped from his fingers and fell to the ground.
Magistrate Fang felt dizzy and his mouth was stuck in his throat, unable to go up or down.
What kind of withered face? What kind of stagnant anger is this?
Last night before going to bed, you were counting banknotes, smiling like a flower!
This is hardly a place to recuperate.
This is clearly because he found the county government office too cold and the county magistrate too poor, so he packed his bedding and ran off to the Qin family's den of extravagance to enjoy himself!
"This is outrageous...this is outrageous!"
Magistrate Fang, filled with grief and indignation, grabbed the half-eaten cold steamed bun and took a big bite.
"collapse!"
A crisp sound.
My front tooth almost broke.
Magistrate Fang covered his cheek, looking at the howling north wind outside the window, and two lines of clear tears flowed down his weathered old face.
"The Qin family...you're tearing down my house!"
……
Dozens of miles away, in the Langya Special Zone.
Yunqi Garden, a top-tier VIP beauty and wellness center.
This place is a completely different world from the cold and impersonal county government office.
Huge floor-to-ceiling windows keep out the wind and snow, while underfloor heating keeps the temperature inside at a comfortable level, perfect for a warm spring day. There's not a trace of smoke or cooking in the air, only a faint, intoxicating fragrance of rose essential oil and herbs.
"Oh, Sister Liu, you've finally arrived!"
Mrs. Qian, who had just checked into the Cloud Top Villa, came forward with a relaxed expression, wearing an extremely thin silk robe and holding a glass of honey lemon water with ice.
"Quick, quick! A beauty bed just became available here, I saved it especially for you!"
Liu threw the bags she was carrying on the ground, not caring whether they contained the county magistrate's change of clothes, and collapsed onto the incredibly soft beauty bed.
"I'm alive... I'm alive!"
Liu let out a long sigh of relief, feeling the perfect temperature beneath her and the warmth enveloping her from all directions, she hummed contentedly.
"You have no idea how cold it is in that damned government office! Sleeping in bed at night feels like having blocks of ice inside! If I don't run away soon, I'll probably freeze into an icicle and die with that bastard!"
"Well run! You ran correctly!"
Mrs. Qian chuckled, the face mask on her face trembling slightly with her movements.
"We women toil away our whole lives, what do we get out of it? Just to be comfortable! Those lousy men, what can they do besides save money? We have to take care of ourselves!"
"Yes! Take care of yourself!"
Liu's eyes lit up as if she had found a kindred spirit:
"I heard that Seventh Master Qin is personally seeing patients today? And he's going to launch something like... an 'immortal elixir'?"
"That's called the 'Hyaluronic Acid Anti-Aging' face mask!"
Mrs. Qian lowered her voice and mysteriously pointed to the innermost room, which was completely hidden by a gauze curtain:
"I heard that it's an essence extracted from eighty-one kinds of precious medicinal herbs by Master Qin. Applying it to the face can turn an old woman into a young girl! It's just that the price... is ridiculously expensive."
"What's there to be afraid of if it's expensive?"
Liu touched the VIP gold card Qin Yue had given her in her bosom, feeling quite confident:
"I'd sell the county government office if it made me more beautiful!"
Just then, the beaded curtain in the inner room made a crisp clinking sound.
"Ring ring—"
All the wealthy women getting facials instantly fell silent, turning their heads to look in that direction.
Su Wan was wearing a modified version of a white nurse's uniform—of course, after the Qin brothers' "modification," the uniform looked more like a very sexy fitted short skirt.
The pristine white fabric clung tightly to her shapely figure, a red ribbon tied around her waist, outlining her slender waist. The skirt hem reached just above her knees, revealing a pair of long, beautiful legs clad in white stockings and white leather shoes.
This outfit conveys both the sanctity of a healer and a sense of taboo that stirs the blood.
Behind her followed a man pushing a small cart.
Qin An.
He wasn't wearing a long gown today, but instead a white stand-up collar uniform that matched Su Wan's. The buttons were fastened all the way up to his chin, completely covering him and revealing only his pale, gloomy, yet breathtakingly handsome face.
What's most eye-catching is the pair of white gloves he's wearing.
Spotless, as white as snow.
It reveals a kind of fastidiousness and indifference that keeps people at arm's length.
"Ladies, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting."
Su Wan smiled and spoke, her voice so sweet it seemed like honey could be extracted from it:
"Today, our clinic is launching a special 'Deep Skin Renewal Collagen' treatment. Because the application technique for this ointment is very specific, it needs to be combined with acupressure for absorption, so..."
She turned to the side, making way for Qin An behind her:
"Today, Dr. Qin will personally demonstrate for everyone."
"Demonstration?"
Liu stared wide-eyed at Qin An's gloved hands, swallowing hard.
"Whose face is it being demonstrated on?"
Qin An slowly raised his eyelids, his dark eyes coldly sweeping over the group of heavily made-up, oily-faced rich women present.
His brow furrowed almost imperceptibly, and a hint of undisguised disdain flashed in his eyes.
"Dirty".
He parted his thin lips slightly and uttered a single word.
Then, he turned around and looked at Su Wan beside him.
In that instant, the disdain in his eyes vanished as if melting away, replaced by an almost pathological fervor and obsession.
"Only my sister-in-law's face... is worthy of my touch."
He reached out and, through his gloves, gently took Su Wan's wrist, leading her to the specially made demonstration bed.
"Lie down."
His voice was deep and hoarse, carrying an unquestionable sense of command.
Su Wan obediently lay down on it.
To complement the demonstration, she tilted her head slightly, revealing her long, graceful swan neck. Under the light, her skin glowed white, so smooth that even the pores were invisible.
Qin An stood by the bed, not in a hurry to begin.
He first slowly and deliberately straightened his gloves, pulling each finger flat and smooth.
Then, he took a spoonful of the transparent, pale pink paste from the glass jar on the cart with a small silver spoon.
"This is made from Tian Shan snow lotus and deep-sea fish glue."
Qin An's voice echoed in the quiet room, making the wealthy women itch with desire.
He placed the ointment in his palm (through gloves) and melted it with the warmth of his hands.
then.
His hand landed on Su Wan's face.
"hiss……"
A collective gasp came from the surrounding area.
It wasn't because of the pain, but because the scene was just too... too sensual.
Qin An's technique was extremely professional, yet it also exuded an indescribable eroticism.
His fingertips gently circled Su Wan's forehead, cheeks, and chin. The white gloves contrasted sharply with her delicate skin, and each press caused Su Wan's skin to slightly indent and blush.
"Sister-in-law, relax."
Qin An leaned down, his face very close, his breath spraying onto Su Wan's face:
"Your brow is furrowed... Is something on your mind?"
"Or...did I press too hard?"
Su Wan closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling slightly.
Only she knew that this was not a massage at all.
This is clearly flirting!
Although Qin An's fingers were covered by gloves, every acupoint he pressed sent a piercing, tingling sensation through her. Especially when his fingers slid over the lymph nodes behind her ear, the tingling sensation shot up her spine and to the top of her head, almost making her groan out loud.
"No...no..."
Su Wan bit her lip, her voice trembling slightly.
My lips are dry too.
Qin An suddenly said.
He pressed his thumb against Su Wan's lips and rubbed it hard.
"This area... needs to be coated too."
He applied a little more ointment, and this time, instead of spreading it over a large area, he extended his index finger and very slowly, little by little, applied the cool ointment to her warm lips.
His movements were slow, as if he were depicting a rare treasure.
My fingertips traced the lip line, then with a little pressure, probed into the lip cleft...
"Hmm!"
Su Wan suddenly opened her eyes, her watery eyes filled with panic.
Is this still a demonstration?
This is clearly an attempt to take advantage of her in public!
"Don't move."
Qin An's eyes were dark, and his voice was very low, so that only the two of them could hear him:
"Sister-in-law, those old women are all watching."
"If you move around... they'll know what we're doing."
"Do you want them to know... that I'm about to put my finger in my sister-in-law's mouth right now?"
Su Wan froze instantly, not daring to move an inch.
The shame of being so exposed in front of everyone made her so ashamed that her toes curled up.
"good."
Qin An smiled with satisfaction.
His hand continued downwards.
Following the chin, it glides down the neck, finally stopping at the collarbone area where the neckline is slightly open.
There, a glistening bead of sweat had gathered from the tension of the moment.
"This area... also needs detoxing."
Qin An's fingers swirled around the bead of sweat, crushing it and mixing it with the smooth, fragrant ointment.
"ah--"
The wealthy women around them were green with envy, wishing they were the ones lying in bed.
"Dr. Qin! I want to have this massage too! I need a detox too!"
"Give me a jar! I don't care how much it costs! I want that cream!"
"Me too! Me too!"
The situation instantly spiraled out of control.
Qin An's fingers paused.
He slowly straightened up, the infatuation in his eyes vanished instantly, and he reverted to being the gloomy and aloof "Ghost Doctor".
He took off one glove and casually tossed it into the nearby trash can, as if throwing away something dirty and covered in dust.
"want to?"
He coldly scanned the area:
"This ointment is precious; only fifty jars were prepared today."
"One jar costs one thousand taels. First come, first served."
"As for massage..."
He took a stack of pre-prepared flyers from the cart and casually tossed them aside:
"These are my apprentices. Anyone who wants a massage, go find them."
"My hand..."
He looked at Su Wan again, a chillingly smug smile playing on his lips:
"It only treats my sister-in-law's 'illness'."
……
Half an hour later.
The wealthy women, clutching the "miracle cream" they had snatched, went next door to have their apprentices do facials, completely satisfied.
The once noisy interior room instantly fell silent.
Only Qin An and Su Wan remained.
"An'an, you just went too far."
Su Wan sat up in bed, straightening her disheveled collar while giving him a reproachful glare.
Her cheeks were flushed, and her lips looked especially moist and swollen from the "application" she had just received, as if she had just been lovingly cherished.
"Is that too much?"
Qin An slowly and deliberately took off his other glove.
The one we just threw away.
But this one...
The warmth of Su Wan's face and the fragrance of that special ointment still lingered on it.
He didn't throw it away.
Instead, in front of Su Wan, he brought the white glove to his nose.
Take a deep breath.
"My sister-in-law smells so good..."
His eyes were glazed over, with a kind of addict-like intoxication.
Sudden.
He suddenly lunged forward, bracing himself on the edge of the bed with both hands, and pressed Su Wan, who had just sat up, back down onto the soft couch.
"Just now, in front of those outsiders, I could only touch my sister-in-law while wearing gloves."
"That feeling of being separated by a layer of cloth...it's so uncomfortable."
Qin An frowned, his face showing both grievance and irritability:
"It's impossible to really feel it."
"There's no one here now..."
He stretched out his pale, long, and bony bare hands.
My fingertips felt slightly cool, yet carried a deadly electric current.
"Sister-in-law, we haven't finished massaging this area yet (he touched Su Wan's collarbone)."
"The toxins haven't been completely eliminated yet."
"I have to... continue."
"Qin An! Don't..." Su Wan tried to push him away, but as soon as her hand touched his chest, he grabbed it.
"Shhh."
Qin An raised a finger and pressed it against her red lips, which he had just "ravaged":
"Sister-in-law, don't shout."
"Those rich women live next door."
"These walls are soundproof... but what if my sister-in-law shouts too loudly..."
"They can hear us."
"If they knew that the seemingly serious Dr. Qin was currently riding on top of my sister-in-law, wanting to devour her completely..."
"What will they think?"
Su Wan was so frightened by his words that she immediately fell silent, only able to stare at him helplessly with wide eyes.
Qin An smiled.
That was the satisfaction of a successful scheme.
He leaned down, his cool lips touching her burning earlobe.
"Sister-in-law, my hands are very clean."
"I just touched those dirty things (referring to the jar containing the plaster), and I've washed them ten times already."
"Now……"
His hand slid under her skirt like a fish.
The white stockings felt delicate to the touch, and as they rubbed against his cool palms, they sparked a series of chilling sensations.
"I need to check..."
"The skin on other parts of my sister-in-law's body..."
"Is it as smooth as your face?"
"If it's done..."
He picked up the half-empty jar of ointment from the cart, his eyes as dark as an abyss:
"There are still many plasters here."
"We can...cover our entire bodies with it."
"Not an inch will be overlooked."
Outside the window, the wind and snow raged, and the cold wind howled.
Inside, just a wall away, on that narrow beauty bed.
A private lesson on "treatment" and "detoxification" is being conducted silently.
Su Wan bit her lip tightly, not daring to make a sound.
She could clearly feel those icy hands, coated with a smooth ointment, tracing over every inch of her skin.