great-warnovel Chapter 166 Old Seven, reached his hand into her arms: Help me wash.
Chapter 166 Old Seven, reached his hand into her arms: Help me wash.
After seeing off the imperial envoy who was terrified by the "cannibals," the Wolf Fang Special Zone didn't get a moment's respite.
"The men's show is over; now it's the women's turn."
Su Wan stood amidst the chaotic "slum" set, holding a damp cloth in her hand. While wiping non-existent dust from Qin Lie's chest—a result of his earlier "overexertion"—she spoke to Magistrate Fang, who was trembling beside her:
"Lord Fang, wipe your tears."
That was a tragic scene; next... it's a scene of wealth and prosperity.
Magistrate Fang sniffed, looking at the woman in front of him who was a "down-on-her-luck village girl" one second and whose eyes turned shrewd and sharp the next, and felt that his brain was not working properly.
"Madam Qin... Now that the imperial envoy has left, if we don't continue pretending to be poor, what are we going to do next?"
"The imperial envoy has left, but the tail he left behind hasn't been cut off yet."
The fourth brother, Qin Yue, walked over, fanning himself with a fan.
He had changed out of his tattered khaki shorts and put back on his flashy burgundy vest, toying with a token he had just "borrowed" from the imperial envoy's entourage.
"I heard that the prefect's wife was also traveling with them."
The lady didn't enter the village; she was intercepted by Lady Liu—our county magistrate's wife—and taken to Yunqi Garden.
"That prefect's wife is a formidable character. She not only manages the prefect's backyard, but also the circle of officials' wives in the prefectural city."
"If we could win her over..." Qin Yue's fox-like eyes narrowed, "our Qin family's goods could then be openly and legitimately distributed into the backyards of every high-ranking household in the prefectural city."
"This is called...ladies' diplomacy."
Su Wan snapped her fingers: "Let's go, let's go meet that distinguished guest."
An'an, remember to bring your toolbox.
In the corner, Qin An, the seventh brother who hadn't spoken until now, reluctantly picked up his sandalwood medicine box with a gloomy face.
"Sister-in-law..." His voice was muffled, revealing a violent rage that seemed to want to destroy the world, "I don't want to go."
That woman's face...it's not even as pleasing to the eye as pigskin."
"Listen to me." Su Wan walked over, not avoiding the gazes of others, and pointed her finger at his furrowed brow. "For the sake of our family business, An'an will have to sacrifice her 'appearance' a little."
"As long as An'an makes that lady happy... tonight, your sister-in-law will personally make your favorite medicinal porridge."
Upon hearing the words "my sister-in-law personally," half of the gloom in Qin An's eyes instantly dissipated.
He raised his head, his eyes, always tinged with a sickly gloom, fixed on Su Wan, and licked his dry lips with the tip of his tongue.
"Just porridge? I also want... my sister-in-law to feed me."
"Okay, I'll feed you."
"Feed with your mouth."
"...Qin An!"
……
Yunqi Garden, a top-tier VIP beauty salon.
Magistrate Fang felt that he must not have woken up properly today.
Half an hour ago, he was still complaining about being poor in the muddy ground that smelled of pig manure.
And now, he was standing in this luxurious room that even the imperial study in the palace might not be able to compare with, sneezing from the strong fragrance of cosmetics throughout the room.
"Oh dear, sister, your face is so precious! How could you use those cheap, ordinary cosmetics?"
Madam Liu—the former county magistrate's wife, now the Qin family's most loyal "tuo'er"—was wearing the Qin family's latest cloud-patterned gauze nightgown, lounging lazily on a leather sofa, holding a glass of rose syrup with ice in her hand, and chattering incessantly to a dignified but weary-looking woman next to her.
The woman was none other than Zhao, the wife of the prefect of the city.
Zhao touched her slightly sagging cheeks and sighed, "Sister, please don't make fun of me."
There's been so much going on at home lately, and the master has taken two more concubines. I'm so stressed out, how can I possibly look well? Unlike you... staying in this rural place, your skin has become even more radiant than before."
"That's right!" Liu slapped her thigh. "Sister, men are like the dust on the wall. If you ignore them, they'll fall off on their own."
We women need to treat ourselves well! Today I specially invited the legendary "miracle worker" from the Qin family to give you a "full rejuvenation treatment"!
As they were talking, the curtain was lifted.
Su Wan led Qin An in.
This time, Qin An did not wear his usual shirt and trousers.
To create that air of sophistication as a "mysterious master" (or perhaps to shield himself from unclean things), he wore a pure white robe and a specially made white mask, revealing only a pair of cold, deep eyes that seemed devoid of any emotion.
What's even more outrageous are his hands.
Magistrate Fang noticed with his sharp eyes that Master Qin's hands, which were usually spotless, were actually wearing gloves.
And...it's not just one layer.
First, there was a layer of goat gut gloves as thin as cicada wings, followed by a layer of white cotton gloves, and on the very outside, there was a transparent glove that looked like some kind of special rubber.
Three layers of protection!
This isn't a beauty treatment; it's clearly an autopsy!
"This is..." Zhao looked at Qin An's unapproachable attire and felt somewhat intimidated.
"Greetings, Madam." Su Wan stepped forward with a smile, subtly blocking Qin An's path. "This is my younger brother, Qin An. Although he's a bit cold-hearted, his skills... are unmatched even by the imperial physicians in the palace."
"An'an, let's begin." Su Wan turned around and gave Qin An an encouraging (warning) look.
Qin An stood still and took a deep breath.
Even through the mask, Magistrate Fang could sense the disgust in him as he held his breath for a moment.
He slowly opened the medicine box.
I didn't start using it right away.
Instead, he first took out a pair of long, gleaming silver tweezers and picked up a scalding hot towel.
"Lie down."
Qin An's voice sounded muffled through the mask, but even colder, carrying an unquestionable sense of command.
Zhao was used to being flattered, so when she heard this commanding tone, she was not angry at all. Instead, she felt that this "master" was indeed unique, and obediently lay down on the specially made beauty bed.
"Sizzle—"
Qin An pressed the switch on the egg-shaped instrument by the bedside.
A fine, warm white mist, carrying a faint herbal scent, suddenly gushed out, enveloping Zhao's entire face.
"What...what is this?" Zhao hummed comfortably. "It's warm, like it's opened up all my pores."
"This is a 'nano ion facial steamer'," Su Wan explained from the side. "It can break water molecules into a mist-like form, allowing them to penetrate directly into the skin and absorb moisture."
While his face was steaming, Qin An began to prepare a face mask.
His movements were so graceful, as if he were performing a sacred ritual.
Long, slender fingers held a jade pestle, grinding pearl powder and several precious medicinal herbs in a mortar.
His focused gaze made it seem as if he were pounding some priceless treasure, not medicine powder.
"What beautiful hands..." Zhao exclaimed through the white mist, looking at Qin An's slender hands, which were still visible even through gloves.
Qin An paused.
Magistrate Fang clearly saw a flash of violent disgust in the eyes of the Seventh Master.
It was as if being praised was an insult.
"Close your eyes."
Qin An said coldly, then used a specially made soft brush to dip into the prepared face mask cream and began to brush it onto Zhao's face.
His movements were extremely fast, extremely steady, yet extremely light.
The brush bristles brushing against the skin feel like a spring breeze caressing the surface of water.
But only Su Wan, who was standing next to him, knew that Qin An's muscles were tense at that moment.
He was trying his best to control himself and not imagine that the brush was touching someone else's skin.
In his eyes, that wasn't a face.
That was a piece of wall paint that needed to be painted.
Or... a piece of pork that's about to get moldy.
"Mmm...so comfortable..." Zhao closed her eyes, completely immersed in the exquisite technique. "Young master's skill is truly unparalleled."
"They're much better than those old women in the prefectural city who only know how to scrub faces relentlessly."
"Don't speak." Qin An frowned. "It will cause wrinkles."
Zhao immediately shut her mouth, not daring to make another sound, for fear of growing a wrinkle.
The only sounds in the room were the faint buzzing of the facial steamer and the soft rustling of Qin An applying the face mask.
Fifteen minutes later.
"alright."
Qin An put down the brush, his movements as quick as if he were throwing away a hot potato.
He picked up the tweezers and peeled off the entire face mask from Zhao's face.
In that instant, Zhao's skin, which was originally somewhat sallow and rough, actually became like a peeled egg, radiating a crystal-clear luster.
"My God!" Liu, who had been watching the whole thing from the sidelines, exclaimed in surprise, "Sister! Your face... how come you suddenly look ten years younger?!"
Zhao quickly grabbed a mirror and looked at herself. Overjoyed, she burst into tears: "This...is this really me? The freckles are gone?!"
"A miracle doctor! He really is a miracle doctor!"
Zhao sat up excitedly, reaching out to grab Qin An's hand to express her gratitude: "Young master, thank you so much! This skill..."
however.
Before her fingertips could even touch the hem of Qin An's clothes.
Qin An was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on; he suddenly took three big steps back and crashed directly into the medicine cabinet behind him.
"Don't touch me!"
The low growl was filled with an undisguised tremor and fear.
Zhao's hand froze in mid-air, extremely embarrassed.
"I'm sorry, Madam," Su Wan quickly smoothed things over, "My younger brother... has mysophobia."
After the surgery... oh no, after the facial, a sterile procedure must be performed immediately.
As she spoke, she gave Magistrate Fang a look.
Magistrate Fang immediately understood and approached her with a stack of VIP cards he had prepared beforehand: "Madam Zhao, since the effects are so good, why not get a card? This is our Wolf Fang Special Zone's 'Supreme Black Gold Card,' which not only gives you priority in booking Master Qin, but also allows you to enjoy a 20% discount on all products..."
Over there, the two women and Magistrate Fang were engaged in a new round of mutual flattery and sales pitches.
Meanwhile, on this side...
Qin An had already retreated to the farthest corner of the room.
There was a charcoal brazier there for heating.
He stared intently at his hands.
He was still wearing three layers of gloves on his hands. Although the outermost layer only had a little bit of face mask cream on it, in his eyes, it was even more terrifying than being exposed to deadly poison.
"It's not clean anymore..."
"So dirty..."
He muttered to himself, a sickly red flush rising in his eyes.
"Sizzle—"
He ripped off his outermost rubber glove and threw it hard into the charcoal brazier.
The flames instantly engulfed the gloves, emitting a burnt smell.
But this is not enough.
He then tore off the second layer of cotton gloves.
Throw away.
The third layer of sheep intestine gloves.
Throw away.
Finally, those long, pale hands with distinct knuckles were revealed.
Clean and spotless.
But Qin An was still trembling.
He felt the scent of a strange woman's perfume seeping into his pores through the gaps in his gloves, corroding his skin.
"Sister-in-law..."
He suddenly turned around and looked at Su Wan, who was chatting and laughing with Zhao Shi.
The feeling of being ignored, mixed with the anxiety of his obsessive-compulsive disorder, instantly overwhelmed his reason.
He didn't care that there were other people present.
He strode over there.
"An'an? What's wrong?" Su Wan had just sold a yearly card worth five thousand taels when she turned around and bumped into a hug filled with the scent of medicine.
Qin An hugged her tightly from behind.
He buried his head in Su Wan's neck, like a dying animal, desperately sniffing the familiar, comforting scent of cold plum blossoms on her body.
"What's going on?" Both Zhao and Liu were stunned.
"It's nothing, it's nothing. My brother... has a bit of low blood sugar." Su Wan awkwardly patted Qin An's arm, trying to pull away. "An'an, let go, the guests are watching."
"I won't let go."
Qin An's voice was muffled, carrying a reckless and mad spirit.
He slipped his hands, which had just been "removed" from their gloves, directly under Su Wan's armpits and into the wide sleeves of her robe.
"Sister-in-law... your hands are dirty."
He placed his palm on Su Wan's warm lower abdomen (through her inner clothing), his palms were covered in cold sweat from nervousness:
"Just now... I was too close to that woman."
"Her smell is overpowering."
"I think my hands... are rotting."
"Sister-in-law, please save me..."
He whispered in her ear, his voice trembling with tears, yet his actions were extremely unrestrained.
Those icy hands roamed over her waist and abdomen, searching for a source of heat that could calm him down.
"Help me wash..."
"Use the soap my sister-in-law made...wash ten times."
"No... wash it a hundred times."
"My sister-in-law washed me herself."
Su Wan was stunned by his sudden outburst.
In front of the prefect's wife, being hugged from behind like this by her brother-in-law, with his hand even inside her bosom... If word got out, would she still have any reputation as "Madam Qin"?!
"Qin An! Let go!" Su Wan warned in a low voice, "If you don't let go, there won't be any medicinal porridge for tonight!"
"Once it's gone, it's gone."
Qin An was now completely absorbed in his own world.
Not only did he not let go, he intensified his actions.
He grabbed Su Wan's hand, forcibly pressed it onto the back of his hand, and rubbed her hand vigorously against the back of his hand.
"Sister-in-law, feel it..."
"Isn't it very dirty?"
"Sister-in-law, could you help me scrub off that layer of skin?"
"I just want... I just want my sister-in-law's flavor to cover me up."
That almost pathological obsession and possessiveness made Su Wan feel a chill run down her spine, yet inexplicably... her heart raced.
"Wow, these two siblings have such a good relationship."
Zhao, who was completely unaware of this, actually wore a maternal smile as she watched this scene:
"If my good-for-nothing brother could be this clingy to me, I'd be laughing in my sleep."
"Sister Su, does your younger brother see you as his mother?"
Be a mother?
Su Wan almost spat out a mouthful of blood.
What kind of younger brother would look at his "mother" with such... a look that seems to want to devour him whole?!
"Yes...he's still young and doesn't understand."
Su Wan forced a smile that looked more like a grimace, enduring the tingling sensation from the mischievous hand around her waist.
"Since Madam is satisfied, shall we sign the contract? This 'exclusive agency right'..."
"Sign! Sign it now!"
Zhao waved his hand generously, showing great delight.
After finally getting rid of those two big Buddha statues...
Su Wan hadn't even had a chance to breathe a sigh of relief.
"Click".
Qin An locked the door to the beauty salon from the inside.
He turned around, and his eyes, which had just been filled with grievance, now looked like two bottomless, icy pools, locking onto Su Wan.
"Sister-in-law."
He approached step by step, forcing Su Wan to the sink.
"Just now... that woman tried to touch my hand."
Qin An held his hand up in front of Su Wan, his eyes gloomy:
"Even though I didn't encounter it... I still feel disgusted."
"Now……"
He turned on the tap.
The sound of rushing water echoed in the quiet room.
He grabbed the pink, rose-scented soap and shoved it into Su Wan's hand.
Then, with extreme force, he pressed Su Wan's hand, along with the soap, onto his own.
"wash."
He commanded.
Su Wan was forced to rub his hands.
The soap produces rich, fine, and slippery lather.
"There are still gaps between the fingers here."
Qin An forcefully inserted his fingers between Su Wan's fingers, their fingers intertwined tightly.
That's not just about washing your hands.
That's them entangled.
The soap suds were squeezed and broken between their fingers.
Qin An looked down at their intertwined fingers, his Adam's apple bobbing violently.
"My sister-in-law's hands...are so soft."
He suddenly lowered his head and kissed the foamy back of his hand hard.
"Ugh... foam..." Su Wan tried to pull her hand away.
"I don't mind."
Qin An stuck out his tongue, swirling up a bit of white foam, his eyes glazed and erotic.
"My sister-in-law made these bubbles for me herself..."
"It's sweet."
"An'an! This is soap! It's poisonous!" Su Wan exclaimed in horror.
"Poisoning them would be best."
Qin An picked her up and placed her on the sink.
He squeezed between her legs, tilted his head back, and his pale face wore a sacrificial expression:
"I'll even take poison if my sister-in-law gives it to me."
"My hands are clean now..."
"Sister-in-law, could you... help me wash other parts of my body?"
"for example……"
He pulled Su Wan's wet, slippery hand and pressed it against his collar:
"This place (the heart) is not clean anymore..."
"I was disturbed by that woman's voice... and now I feel really uncomfortable jumping around."
"Sister-in-law, could you use this hand... to rub it for me?"
"Just use this soap suds..."
"It's so smooth...it must feel so good."
Looking at the completely corrupted and yandere boy in front of her, and listening to his increasingly outrageous demands, Su Wan felt a wave of dizziness wash over her.
This Qin family...
Is there not a single normal person left in the world?!
Outside the door.
Magistrate Fang, who hadn't gone far, listened to the rushing water coming from inside, as well as the faint, coquettish panting of Master Qin.
She silently covered her ears.
"Washing your hands...can it really make that much noise?"
"Young people these days... they really know how to have fun."
He glanced at the priceless "Exclusive Agency Rights for Fucheng" contract he had just signed.
Suddenly I realized...
This is hardly a contract.
This is clearly Madam Qin's hard-earned money from selling her body!
"It's been so difficult... Madam Qin has really had it so tough."
Magistrate Fang sighed and carefully tucked the contract into his pocket.
"For the sake of Langya County's GDP... I'd better avoid eavesdropping in the future."
"You're prone to getting styes."
……
That evening.
When the prefect's wife, Madam Zhao, returned to the prefectural city with a face as tender and youthful as a young girl, she instantly caused a sensation among the noblewomen.
"The Qin family's technology... is amazing!"
"I've heard that this Seventh Master Qin, although he has a bit of an odd temper, his cooking skills... tsk tsk, it's simply heavenly (pointing to his face)!"
Overnight.
Appointment slots at Qin Family Beauty Salon have been sold for exorbitant prices.
And as the instigator of all this.
At this moment, he was kneeling in front of Su Wan's bed, holding a bowl of freshly cooked medicinal porridge in his hands.
"Sister-in-law, open your mouth."
Qin An scooped up a spoonful of porridge, blew on it, and his eyes were so tender they could melt your heart:
"You must have tired your sister-in-law from washing your hands just now."
"I added calming herbs to this porridge."
"I've finished drinking... An'an will keep watch over her sister-in-law tonight."
"No one is allowed to disturb your sister-in-law."
Su Wan looked at his innocent, praise-seeking expression, then at her own hand, which was red and tingling from being rubbed.
She could only swallow that mouthful of porridge with tears in her eyes.
I silently made a vow in my heart:
From now on... I'm never taking this madman to do any more of this "ladies' diplomacy" again!
The cost is too high!
My back aches! My arms ache! And I'm mentally exhausted!