great-warnovel Chapter 153 The road surface is too solid? The fourth brother lifted her delicate feet in the street
Chapter 153 The road surface is too solid? The fourth brother lifted her delicate feet in the street
Magistrate Fang had just escaped from that suffocating "air shower tunnel," and he collapsed to the ground like a plucked quail, completely disoriented.
He thought that after passing through that hellish gate, he would be greeted by muddy roads or solid stone slabs. After all, in the winter of the Great Northwest, the ground is frozen and cracked, so there are no good roads to walk on.
But the moment his palm touched the ground, an unprecedented and strange sensation spread throughout his body along the lines of his palm.
There were no cracks in the rocks, no potholes, and no earthy smell.
And... it's soft?
No, it's not soft; it's a kind of resilience with a solid feel.
Magistrate Fang lowered his head in alarm, and by the light of the bright biogas streetlights on both sides of the street, he could see the road beneath his feet.
It was as if a black river had been enchanted by a god and instantly frozen on the earth.
The road was wide enough to accommodate eight carriages side by side, and as smooth as a huge piece of black silk, stretching all the way to the end of the road, creating an extreme black and white contrast with the swirling snow.
"What...what is this?"
Magistrate Fang trembled as he scratched the ground with his fingernails, but couldn't budge it an inch. Yet, a lingering warmth emanated from his fingertips.
"Black jade? Black iron? The Qin family actually used a whole piece of black jade to pave the road?!"
"Black jade?"
A frivolous laugh, tinged with the scent of money, came from the other end of the road.
"Lord Fang, with your limited vision, you can only focus on those stones."
Magistrate Fang suddenly looked up.
On that black "silk" road, Qin Yue was sitting lazily in a strangely shaped... wheelchair?
No, that's not a wheelchair.
It was a strange little car made of pure silver with only two wheels (a mechanical version of a balance bike, driven by a spring and gears).
Today, Qin Yue was wearing a brocade robe with purple and silver trim, and he was playing with two luminous pearls the size of walnuts in his hands.
He lightly touched the ground with his toes, and the car glided silently to the front of the crowd.
This black road surface can actually absorb sound!
The wheels rolled over without making a sound, only a very slight yet extremely pleasant "rustling" sound, like the finest silk rubbing against each other.
"This is called 'silent asphalt'."
Qin Yue got out of the car, and his silver-trimmed boots seemed to step on silent piano keys as they touched the ground.
He ignored Magistrate Fang and went straight to Su Wan, who had just come out of the air shower.
Su Wan was still somewhat shaken, her face flushed from the wind, her hair slightly disheveled, and her pitiful appearance made Qin Yue's eyes blaze with anger.
"Sister-in-law."
Qin Yue walked up to her, but instead of making any physical advances as usual, he frowned and stared with disdain at the pair of exquisite deerskin boots on Su Wan's feet.
"Why are you still wearing those shoes?"
His tone carried a hint of reproach, as if Su Wan had committed some unforgivable crime:
"This asphalt road is flat, but it has a lot of friction. Sister-in-law, the soles of your shoes are too thin; walking on it..."
He paused, his gaze following the hem of her skirt, then becoming as if it were glued to her ankles:
"It will hurt your sister-in-law's feet."
Su Wan paused for a moment, then looked down at her shoes: "It doesn't hurt... This road is quite easy to walk on, much more comfortable than the gravel road outside."
"When I say it hurts, it really hurts."
Qin Yue interrupted her unreasonably.
In this Wolf Fang Special Zone, Master Qin's judgments on "money" and "enjoyment" are like imperial edicts.
"Don't move."
He suddenly squatted down.
Right there on this wide street, to the astonishment of Magistrate Fang, this "God of Wealth" who controlled the economic lifeline of the Northwest actually knelt on one knee at the hem of Su Wan's skirt.
"Fourth Brother... what are you doing? In broad daylight..." Su Wan panicked and tried to back away.
"Shhh."
Qin Yue looked up, his usually calculating fox-like face now filled with almost devout focus.
He reached out a hand and gently grasped Su Wan's ankle.
"Don't hide."
His palms were burning hot, and through the white stockings, he precisely gripped those delicate, fragile joints.
"This road was made by boiling petroleum residue and basalt fragments at high temperatures. The cost..." He glanced at Magistrate Fang, who was listening intently beside him, and casually quoted a number: "Ten taels of silver per foot."
"hiss--"
Magistrate Fang gasped sharply, almost knocking his teeth out.
Ten taels of silver per foot?!
This isn't paving roads, it's paving money!
He knelt on the ground, staring at the dark pavement, and suddenly realized that picking at his fingernail had been blasphemous. Every single black speck was silver dust!
"Such an expensive road..." Qin Yue didn't care about the magistrate's life or death at all. His fingers gently caressed Su Wan's ankle, feeling the pulse beating beneath her skin:
"It's so that my sister-in-law won't get tired from walking."
"But this road... is still too sturdy."
Qin Yue frowned, seemingly very dissatisfied with the quality of the project:
"It's so sturdy it hurts my heart."
As he spoke, his other hand reached directly for Su Wan's shoe buckle.
"Fourth Brother!" Su Wan exclaimed in surprise, her body swaying, and she had to put her hand on his shoulder to maintain her balance.
"obedient."
Qin Yue's voice was deep, carrying an irresistible coaxing quality:
"Let me check."
"Look at this road... did it hurt your sister-in-law's soles?"
"Clatter".
He skillfully took off those exquisite deerskin boots and casually tossed them aside—they were priceless custom-made pieces from the Suzhou Embroidery Workshop, yet he discarded them like trash.
Suddenly, a small foot wearing white stockings appeared on the black asphalt road.
That was the ultimate black, and the ultimate white.
The visual impact is so strong it sends chills down your spine.
Qin Yue did not let that foot touch the ground.
The moment the foot left the shoe, his palm caught it firmly.
"really……"
Qin Yue stared at the arch of her foot encased in white stockings, his eyes as dark as an abyss:
"It's become famous."
Su Wan's face turned bright red: "Where am I red? I'm not red at all..."
"If I say it's famous, then it's famous."
Qin Yue domineeringly brought that foot to his mouth.
Through that thin layer of stockings.
His warm breath sprayed onto the sensitive soles of his feet.
"My sister-in-law doesn't feel any pain... because she's incredibly resilient."
"But I can feel it."
"This road is uneven."
Qin Yue raised his head, his peach blossom eyes filled with a heart-stirring infatuation:
"My sister-in-law is so delicate... how could she step directly on something so solid?"
"Then...then I won't leave..." Su Wan was so aroused by him that she felt weak all over and swayed as if she were about to collapse.
"How can we not go? My sister-in-law's 'palace' is just ahead."
Qin Yue smiled.
Step on my hand
"Walk on my flesh"
"Fourth Brother... are you crazy? That's asphalt, it's full of pebbles..." Su Wan looked at his hands in horror. Those were hands that had handled billions of silver coins, yet now they were placed on the rough road surface, just to serve as a footrest for her?
"If you're not afraid of your money getting dirty, what are you afraid of with your hands?"
Qin Yue smiled nonchalantly, but his eyes burned even brighter:
"As long as my sister-in-law is willing to do me the honor of stepping on me..."
"Even if this hand is ruined, it still smells good."
Beside him, Magistrate Fang's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.
Is this still the same "Qin the Skinflint" who could drive a shady merchant to suicide for a few taels of silver?
This is clearly a tyrannical ruler blinded by lust!
"Hurry up, sister-in-law."
Qin Yue urged, his voice tinged with a hint of urgent panting:
"My hands... can't wait."
"It wants to know... what it feels like to be stepped on by its sister-in-law."
Under Qin Yue's almost threatening gaze, Su Wan bit her lip and tremblingly raised her bare foot.
Then it gently landed in Qin Yue's palm.
"Is it soft?" Qin Yue asked, his voice hoarse.
"...Mmm." Su Wan's voice was barely audible.
"Are my hands strong?"
"……Um."
"That's right."
A glint of madness flashed in Qin Yue's eyes:
"The strong meeting the soft... that's the harmony of yin and yang."
"Sister-in-law."
He suddenly stood up, but did not put Su Wan's feet down.
Instead, he used this position to pick Su Wan up in his arms.
"Since the road is too solid, let's not walk on it."
"I'm holding my sister-in-law."
"This silent asphalt...not only does it make no sound when you walk on it."
He leaned close to Su Wan's ear, his tone extremely ambiguous:
"Even if we do something on the road... no one will hear us."
"for example……"
His hand slid up Su Wan's calf, gently hooking her knee.
"How about trying to shake it on this wheel?"
Su Wan was so frightened by his words that she buried her face in his chest, afraid that others would hear these outrageous words.
Qin Yue laughed loudly, his laughter arrogant and unrestrained.
He held Su Wan in his arms and turned to look at Magistrate Fang, who was still kneeling on the ground.
At this moment, Magistrate Fang was lying on the ground, his buttocks sticking out, trying to bite a bump on the road with his teeth—he wanted to taste what this "ten taels of silver per foot" road was really like.
"Master Fang."
Qin Yue looked down at him, his eyes full of mockery:
"Stop chewing."
"That's just asphalt residue, it's toxic."
"If you really want to know what the life of the wealthy is like in this special zone..."
Qin Yue lifted his foot and gently kicked the pure silver car next to him:
"Turn left ahead, and you'll find the Special Administrative Region's 'Public Bathhouse'."
"There... is something I want the adults to see."
"After you've read this, sir, you can decide... whether you want this official hat or to be a watchdog in this special zone."
After saying that, Qin Yue carried Su Wan and strode towards the depths of the inner city.
Those priceless deerskin boots were left all alone in the middle of the road.
The black, silent asphalt road, like a silent dragon, carries the ambiguity and madness of the couple, stretching towards an even more extravagant future.
……
Magistrate Fang got up from the ground, his mouth full of the bitter taste of asphalt.
He spat twice, watched Qin Yue's departing figure, and then looked at the abandoned shoes.
"What a tragedy..."
Magistrate Fang carefully picked up the shoes, dusted them off, and put them in his pocket—the pearls on those shoes were enough to feed him for half a year.
"A public bathhouse?"
Magistrate Fang recalled Qin Yue's words.
He looked at the road ahead, gritted his teeth, and took a step.
"I'd like to see... what other tricks the Qin family can pull!"
"Could taking a bath... possibly cost more than this road?"
What he didn't know was.
That so-called "public bathhouse" was not for him to bathe in.
That is the largest industrial marvel in the entire Langya Special Zone—the geothermal energy conversion center.
At this time.
In that steaming center.
An extreme tug-of-war between "temperature" and "being wet" awaits the delicate Madam Qin.
……
Inner city, geothermal center.
Huge plumes of white steam swirled around like clouds.
There are no guards here, only a complex network of pipes and huge valves.
"hot……"
When Su Wan was carried in by Qin Yue, she looked as if she had been steamed.
The temperature here reaches 40 degrees Celsius, and the humidity is 100%.
Her clothes were instantly soaked, clinging tightly to her body and outlining her graceful curves.
"It's hot, that's what matters."
Qin Yue placed her on a huge, roaring red valve.
The valve was warm and vibrating, like a giant heart.
"This is the heart of the Special Economic Zone."
"All the underfloor heating, hot springs, and hot water... all flow out from here."
As Qin Yue spoke, he unbuttoned his collar, which was already soaked with sweat.
He looked at Su Wan.
In the mist, her face was flushed, her eyes were unfocused, and her hair was wet and clung to her cheeks.
The feet he had just played with were now hanging precariously in mid-air, their toes slightly curled.
"Sister-in-law."
Qin Yue leaned in and placed his hands on either side of the valve, trapping her in this small space.
"I hadn't had enough fun outside yet."
"If we go down..."
His eyes darkened, and he glanced meaningfully at his soaked hem:
"That could... cause a major disaster."