great-warnovel Chapter 151 The county magistrate was refused entry, and the third brother knelt down and puffed out
Chapter 151 The county magistrate was refused entry, and the third brother knelt down and puffed out
Ever since he fainted and woke up at the pig farm, Magistrate Fang clutched the "poverty alleviation card" with Su Wan's picture on it as if it were his last lifeline, and stumbled his way to the main gate of the Wolf Fang Special Zone.
He thought that now that he had the card, going into the city to have a bowl of porridge should be a natural thing.
But when he stood in front of the legendary "Special Economic Zone gate," he realized how wrong he had been.
That wasn't a door at all.
It was a cliff made of steel.
A wide, man-made moat stretched out before them. The water was not frozen; instead, it emitted a chilling aura in the winter—it was fresh water drawn from an underground river, and its depths were unfathomable.
What connected the two banks was not the wooden plank bridge he was used to, but a huge black steel suspension bridge that was currently being hoisted high.
The suspension bridge stood as high as the city wall, like a tombstone that blocked out the sky, isolating all the prosperity and warmth on the other side.
"Open the door...open the door!"
Magistrate Fang stood on the opposite bank of the river, waving the thin card in his hand, his voice hoarse like a broken bellows:
"I have a card! I'm here for some porridge! The Qin family can't just stand by and watch them die!"
The cold wind, carrying snowflakes, relentlessly lashed his old face.
On the city wall, two security guards wearing thick cotton coats were eating sunflower seeds while holding thermos cups. Hearing the noise, they glanced down, their eyes looking at the stray dog scavenging for food at the foot of the city wall.
"What are you shouting for? Didn't you see the 'Martial Law' sign?"
The security guard spat out a mouthful of sunflower seed shells, which landed right on Magistrate Fang's official hat.
"The suspension bridge is raised; no unauthorized personnel allowed. Want some porridge? You'll have to wait until Master Qin is in a good mood to lower the bridge."
Magistrate Fang was so angry that he trembled all over, but he was helpless.
Looking at the icy river and then at the impossibly high suspension bridge, the sense of sorrow he felt as an official of the imperial court welled up in his heart once again.
Am I really going to freeze to death at the gates of this luxurious mansion?
Just when he was so desperate that he wanted to jump into the river and end it all.
"Boom!"
The earth suddenly trembled.
Magistrate Fang was so frightened that he sat down heavily on the snow, looking around in terror: "The earth has turned upside down?!"
It wasn't an earthquake.
The sound came from the base of the steel suspension bridge.
That was the enormous sound of gears meshing, a sound imbued with the violent aesthetics of industrial production.
"Click—click—"
The cast-iron winch began to turn slowly, driven by the chain, emitting a metallic scraping sound that was both teeth-grinding and strangely awe-inspiring. The sound was deep and powerful, each beat like the low roar of a steel behemoth.
"What...is this?"
Magistrate Fang stared wide-eyed as the suspension bridge, which had stood perfectly straight, began to slowly descend without any human intervention, accompanied by puffs of white steam (due to the depressurization of the hydraulic booster).
This mechanical power, beyond comprehension, caused Magistrate Fang's worldview to collapse instantly.
He had seen dismemberment by five horses and jacks, but he had never seen such a huge lump of iron that could move on its own like a living thing!
"Master Qin is back at the manor—!!!"
On the city wall, the security guard who had just looked disdainful suddenly stood at attention and shouted at the top of his lungs, as if he had become a different person.
There was a fervent adoration in that voice.
Magistrate Fang turned around instinctively.
At the end of the snowstorm, a specially made carriage, completely open and without any curtains, sped across the snow.
The carriage was pulled by four tall, jet-black horses with white breath coming out of their nostrils.
On the carriage sat a woman wrapped in a white fox fur coat.
Even amidst the swirling snow, she remained breathtakingly beautiful. Her small, palm-sized face was buried in soft down, revealing a pair of eyes brimming with autumn water, lazily surveying the city that had been built just for her.
It's Su Wan.
Beside her sat a man as strong as an iron tower.
Qin Meng is the third son of the Qin family.
Today he wore a specially made sleeveless leather armor, his two thick, root-like arms bare in the cold wind, their bronze muscles even radiating heat. He sat there imposingly beside Su Wan, like a guardian deity, shielding her from most of the wind and snow with his own body.
"Whoa—"
The carriage came to a steady stop by the moat.
at the same time.
"boom!!!"
The steel suspension bridge, weighing tens of thousands of kilograms, finally crashed to the ground.
The immense impact stirred up a cloud of snow dust, causing the ground beneath their feet to tremble violently.
Magistrate Fang was so shocked that he almost fainted again.
This isn't a bridge being laid; it's clearly a giant beast stomping its foot!
"Sister-in-law, we've arrived."
Qin Meng was the first to jump off the carriage.
The leap sent the snow on the ground flying everywhere.
He walked to the car, but instead of rushing to help Su Wan, he turned around and scanned his surroundings with an extremely fierce look.
When his gaze fell on Magistrate Fang, who was trembling in the corner, he raised an eyebrow as if he had spotted an eyesore of a fly.
"What are you looking at? Look again and I'll gouge your eyes out and use them as light bulbs to stomp on!"
Qin roared, his voice booming like a bell, making Magistrate Fang's eardrums ring.
After cursing, he turned around and faced Su Wan. His fierce face instantly fell, turning into a kind and ingratiating expression.
"Sister-in-law, come down."
He stretched out his hands, which were as large as palm-leaf fans.
Su Wan wrapped her cloak tighter and glanced at the suspension bridge that had just been lowered.
Because it is controlled by a mechanical winch, although the suspension bridge has been lowered, it has not completely touched the ground, but rather formed a slope of about 30 degrees with the riverbank.
In addition, the bridge surface was paved with thick iron plates, which were covered with a thin layer of ice, making it look slippery.
"Third Brother, this bridge... looks a bit shaky."
Su Wan shrank her feet, her voice soft and sweet, with a hint of spoiled complaint:
"And that metal plate looks cold and slippery... What if I fall?"
Actually, that bridge is so stable that tanks can drive across it.
But Su Wan just didn't want to leave.
Or rather, she was used to being "affected" in front of these men. And the more affected she was, the more these men enjoyed it.
really.
Upon hearing the phrase "afraid of falling," Qin Meng's eyes lit up instantly.
It was a kind of ecstatic feeling of being needed and depended upon.
"Shake? It dares to shake?"
Qin Meng snorted coldly and stomped his foot on the bridge, making a loud noise.
"Don't be afraid, sister-in-law! If this bridge even sways, I'll tear it down and turn it into scrap metal tomorrow!"
After saying that, he strode onto the sloping bridge.
Just as Magistrate Fang thought he was about to reach out to help Su Wan up.
This towering man, standing nine feet tall, suddenly... knelt down on one knee.
With a "plop".
The sound of his knee slamming against the iron plate was so loud that even Magistrate Fang felt pain.
But Qin Meng seemed to feel no pain.
He knelt in front of Su Wan's carriage, bending his left leg, which was thicker than Su Wan's waist, to form an extremely stable step.
Then, he stretched out his right arm, his muscles tense, veins bulging, and his biceps instantly bulged, as hard as a piece of granite.
"sister in law."
Qin Meng tilted his head back, his beast-like eyes burning with intense heat, his gaze fixed intently on Su Wan's feet clad in exquisite deerskin boots:
"The bridge sways, but I don't."
"The hot plate is slippery, but my meat isn't."
Come on, step on me.
"Help me up."
"I am my sister-in-law's support, I am my sister-in-law's path."
This scene brought a huge visual impact to Magistrate Fang.
The legendary Third Master Qin, who could tear tigers and leopards apart with his bare hands, the fiend who dared to kick down even the county government gate, was now kneeling at a woman's feet like the most lowly servant, begging her to step on him.
Is this... the taste of power?
Su Wan looked at the man kneeling before her like a mountain.
The cold wind blew across his bare arms, but the heat emanating from his body was like a furnace, making her cheeks slightly hot.
"Fool."
Su Wan gave a reproachful look, but a faint smile appeared on her lips.
She reached out a hand and gently placed it on Qin Meng's bulging arm muscles.
Magistrate Fang clearly saw that the towering man suddenly...
"hiss……"
Qin Meng gasped, his Adam's apple bobbing violently.
That's more than just touching.
That was practically killing him.
My sister-in-law's hands are so soft...so cold...
It clung to his burning hot muscles like a piece of melted candy, its sweetness seeping into his very bones through his pores.
"Sister-in-law... hold on tight."
Qin Meng's voice instantly became hoarse and deep, and the veins on his forehead throbbed.
He was trying his best to restrain himself.
He restrained the urge to grab her small hand, pull her into his arms, and crush her.
"My arm... is much stronger than that iron railing."
He deliberately tensed his muscles, letting one muscle twitch slightly under Su Wan's palm, a gesture that carried a hint of smugness and a subtle provocation:
"Sister-in-law, try it... how does it feel?"
Su Wan's palm went numb from his little gesture, and she couldn't help but pinch that firm muscle.
"It's hard as a rock."
She muttered something under her breath, then lifted her foot and, in full view of everyone, stepped on Qin Meng's thigh.
"Hmm!"
The moment that little foot stepped on his thigh muscle, Qin Meng let out a muffled groan.
That is not pain.
That was a suppressed growl of extreme pleasure.
He could clearly feel that the foot was not heavy, even light.
But the feeling of conquering and being conquered by her trampling underfoot made his blood boil.
"Sister-in-law...you've got it on."
Qin Meng raised his head, his eyes filled with a terrifying fervor, like a loyal dog begging for its master's affection, yet also carrying the greed of a wolf:
"Don't worry about stepping on me and hurting me."
"I have thick skin."
"As long as my sister-in-law is happy... even if someone steps on my heart, I'll cushion it for her, let alone her legs!"
With his help, Su Wan steadily stepped off the carriage and onto the cold suspension bridge.
But her hand never let go of Qin Meng's arm.
Qin Meng did not stand up.
He remained kneeling on one knee, letting Su Wan support him as he moved his body little by little, protecting her as she walked onto the bridge.
His gaze never left the hem of her skirt.
Every time the wind lifted the hem of his skirt, revealing a glimpse of the white socks underneath, his breathing would quicken.
"Third Brother, get up, the ground is cold."
Su Wan felt a pang of sympathy and wanted to help him up.
"It's not cold."
Qin Meng grinned, revealing a set of white teeth. His smile looked particularly bright and wild in the cold wind.
"With my sister-in-law by my side, I feel like I'm on fire."
"If we don't cool off soon..."
He leaned closer to Su Wan and said in a voice only the two of them could hear, with a hint of lewdness:
"I'm afraid I won't be able to resist... and I'll just do it with your sister-in-law right here on this bridge."
"Then, everyone in the city will see it."
"you!"
Su Wan blushed and pinched his arm hard.
But the muscle was too hard; I couldn't pinch it, and instead, I hurt my own fingers.
"hey-hey."
Qin Meng chuckled twice and finally stood up.
He did not let go of Su Wan.
Instead, he took the opportunity to tightly wrap the small hand that he had originally intended to use as a support in his own rough palm.
"Come on, sister-in-law."
"I'll take you home."
"Let whoever wants to walk on this broken bridge walk on it. Next time, I'll just carry you across!"
The two walked hand in hand across the suspension bridge, their silhouettes appearing exceptionally harmonious against the wind and snow.
The tall man deliberately slowed his pace to match the woman's steps, turning slightly to shield her from the cold wind.
……
Until the huge gears started to rattle again, the suspension bridge began to slowly rise.
Magistrate Fang finally recovered from his shock.
"Wait! Wait a minute!"
He lunged at the rising suspension bridge, waving the poverty alleviation card in his hand:
"I...I also need to cross the bridge!"
"I'm afraid of falling too! Could... could that strong man also be my handrail?!"
"Bang!"
The suspension bridge closed tightly, fitting together perfectly.
All that was left for Magistrate Fang was a cold iron wall and a face full of ashes.
On the city wall, the security guard peered out, looking down with disdain at the disheveled county magistrate below:
"What are you thinking about?"
"That's our Third Master!"
"That's our lady's personal car!"
"you?"
The security guard spat:
"You dare to challenge me?"
Magistrate Fang slumped in the snow, looking at the towering city walls and then at the card in his hand.
On the card, Su Wan smiled radiantly.
Behind that smile, it seemed as if a line of words was mocking him:
There are some paths in this world that can only be walked on one's knees. But for some, kneeling makes them slaves; for others, kneeling is an expression of refinement.
"I...I understand."
Magistrate Fang wiped his nose, looked at the tightly closed gate, and his eyes suddenly became firm.
Since I can't be the one who walks.
that……
"If I could serve as a threshold for that Madam Qin..."
"Could I... also get some pearl rice to eat?"
In the wind and snow, the magistrate's integrity was finally shattered.
And within this Wolf Fang Special Zone.
Qin Meng was holding Su Wan's hand as they walked along the asphalt road leading to the inner city.
His palms were burning hot and constantly sweating.
"sister in law."
He suddenly stopped, turned around, and blocked Su Wan's path.
"What's wrong?" Su Wan looked up at him.
Qin Meng lowered his head, looking at his thigh that she had just stepped on, his eyes dark and unfathomable.
"Just now……"
He swallowed hard, his voice terribly hoarse:
"The way my sister-in-law stepped on it..."
"Too light."
"Go back to your room tonight..."
He grabbed Su Wan by the back of her head, pressed his forehead against hers, and breathed rapidly.