great-warnovel Chapter 170 Are the lychees spoiled? Jiao Jiao cries out that her back hurts, and her older brother
Chapter 170 Are the lychees spoiled? Jiao Jiao cries out that her back hurts, and her older brother
The air on the top floor of the Genting Apartments seemed to have been frozen by the thunderous fury that had just erupted.
The plate of rotten lychees, oozing black liquid, was kicked over by Qin Lie and rolled to the edge of the expensive Persian carpet, emitting a nauseating sour smell.
"I'm speechless."
Su Wan looked at Qin Lie's face, which was as black as the bottom of a pot, and his eyes, which usually carried a hint of roguishness, were now surging with a palpable killing intent.
She reached out, her fingertips lightly hooking the edge of the stiff leather belt around his waist, and gave it a shake:
"Didn't my brother say he'd personally go and transport it next time?"
This time... consider it feeding the dog.
"Feeding the dog?"
Qin Lie snorted coldly, his chest heaving violently.
He grabbed Su Wan's restless little hand with his other hand, not letting go, but instead pulling her into his arms:
"That's for Jiaojiao."
"Does a dog even deserve to eat?"
Su Wan lost her balance when he pulled her, and instinctively wanted to fall into his arms and act coquettishly.
But at the very moment the waist twists and turns—
"hiss--"
A very soft, yet clearly painful, gasp escaped from between her teeth.
Su Wan's face turned deathly pale instantly. She seemed to have lost all her strength, limp and frozen in mid-air. Her hands instinctively went to her lower back, and her brows furrowed in pain.
Qin Lie's eyes, which had been filled with murderous intent, suddenly contracted.
"What's wrong?"
His reaction was astonishingly fast; his large, iron-like hands instantly supported her hips and back, holding her firmly in place, preventing her from falling or moving around.
"waist……"
Su Wan bit her lower lip, a few tears welling up in the corners of her eyes, her voice soft yet trembling:
"My back hurts..."
"The road was so bumpy... the wheels were like they were square."
I was swaying in the car for three days... my bones felt like they were going to fall apart.
Upon hearing this, the temperature in the room instantly dropped to freezing.
Qin Lie remained silent.
He simply pursed his lips, and his cold, hard-featured face now revealed a chilling, sinister aura.
If the plate of rotten lychees he just ate only made him feel that his dignity had been challenged.
So now, Su Wan's cry of "back pain" is like a direct hit to his lungs.
"Don't move."
Qin Lie bent down, his movements incredibly gentle, as if he were holding a piece of porcelain full of cracks, and carefully lifted Su Wan up and placed her on the soft couch by the window.
"Where does it hurt?"
He knelt on one knee by the bed, his large hands, which had just been about to kill, now hovering at her waist, trembling slightly, afraid to touch her.
"Right here..." Su Wan pointed to a small area near her spine in her lower back, "It's sore... and swollen."
Qin Lie's eyes darkened.
"Brother, take a look."
Without the slightest hesitation, and disregarding the fact that this was the living room and the light streaming in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, he made no attempt to stop the conversation.
His large hand reached directly into the hem of the loose silk loungewear.
The rough fingertips touched her delicate, warm skin, sending a slight shiver down Su Wan's spine.
"Bear with it."
Qin Lie said in a low voice, his palm moving upwards along her smooth back, finally stopping at the dimple in her lower back where she had cried out in pain.
As he pushed up the hem of his shirt little by little, that patch of skin was finally exposed to the air.
Two bluish-purple bruises were now clearly visible on her once snow-white lower back.
Those were marks left from being repeatedly struck by the hard walls of the carriage and the wooden seat backs during long periods of bumpy travel.
It was shocking to see on that delicate skin and flesh.
"Hold."
Qin Lie looked at the two bruises and let out a low growl, like a wounded wild beast.
"The Ma family of Tiezhuang..."
He clenched his teeth, each word sounding like blood and froth squeezed from between his teeth:
"Is that a road? That's a washboard!"
"My precious child, why are they treating him like this?"
He lowered his head, looked at the bruise, and his eyes reddened with heartache.
He extended his tongue, wanting to lick the wound, but fearing he might hurt her, he finally placed a hot but restrained kiss on the intact skin at the edge of the bruise.
"Jiaojiao has suffered."
His breath sprayed onto her sensitive lower back, the heat penetrating her pores and relieving the slight soreness.
"Big brother will rub it for you."
Qin Lie took out a bottle of Qin An's specially made safflower oil from the cabinet next to him.
It falls into the palm of your hand.
Those calloused, ruthless hands rubbed together rapidly until their palms were burning hot.
"It might be a bit hot."
He reminded him in a hoarse voice, then pressed his burning hot palm hard onto the bruise.
"Ugh—!"
Su Wan trembled and gripped the cushion beneath her tightly with both hands.
"Gently... gently..."
"It can't be taken lightly."
Veins bulged on Qin Lie's forehead, his eyes focused as if he were performing a precise surgery.
He used the strength of the base of his palm to gradually push away the stagnant blood and qi.
"If you don't rub this bruise away... it will hurt even more tomorrow."
He had a lot of strength in his hands, but he controlled them very well.
The scalding heat penetrated through the skin and deep into the muscles, carrying a domineering yet soothing sensation.
"This road..."
As Qin Lie massaged her waist, he stared at the waist that trembled slightly with his movements.
Her waist, so slender it seemed as if it could be broken with a single hand, now glowed an alluring pink beneath his palm.
"This road won't work."
"It's too hard."
"It's too bumpy."
"He's not good enough for Jiaojiao."
His hands didn't stop moving, but his eyes grew colder and more ruthless:
"Since the Ma family likes to dig pits..."
"Since they've turned the official road into a muddy mess..."
"Then I'll build them a road... smoother than a mirror!"
"Flat to..."
He suddenly bent down and bit down hard on the bruise that had been rubbed until it was hot, leaving a clear teeth mark:
"Even when Jiaojiao is in the car... being handled like this by her older brother, she doesn't feel any bumps."
Startled by his lewd words, Su Wan turned around. Just as she was about to scold him, she met a pair of eyes burning with a raging fire.
That's a man's desire to conquer, and also a male's instinct to protect his nest.
"alright."
Qin Lie pressed hard on the wound one last time, then pulled up her clothes and wrapped her up in the blanket.
"Jiaojiao, go to sleep for a while."
He stood up, and at that moment, all the tenderness and affection he once possessed had vanished.
Instead, there was a kind of violence and arrogance about to go to war.
"Big brother will be right back."
"Where are you going?" Su Wan poked half her head out from under the covers, looking at his murderous back.
Qin Lie walked to the door and paused.
He didn't turn around, but simply reached out and touched the cold, long-handled sword at his waist:
"Go and clear that road..."
"It's even."
……
The underground laboratory of Genting Apartments.
This is the forbidden area for the twins, and also the most mysterious core of the entire Wolf Fang Special Zone.
At this moment, the fifth brother, Qin Feng, and the sixth brother, Qin Yun, were squatting in front of a huge distillation kettle, their faces smeared like cat paint.
"This thing...is it really a treasure?"
Qin Feng took an iron rod and stirred the bucket of thick, shiny black paste with a pungent smell on the ground.
This is the residue left after secondary distillation of coal tar, a byproduct of their coking process.
It was black, smelly, and sticky.
"My sister-in-law said this is called 'asphalt'." Qin Yun flipped through the "heavenly book" (blueprints) that Su Wan had given her. "She said that when it's laid on the road, it's harder than stone after it dries, but it's also a bit elastic."
"Elasticity?" Qin Feng curled his lip. "What kind of elasticity can this black mud have?"
"Bang!"
The laboratory door was kicked open.
The bucket of black asphalt was shaken so much that it rippled in circles.
Qin Lie strode in.
His oppressive aura instantly plunged the once warm laboratory into an icy abyss.
"B-Big brother?" The twins jumped in fright, nearly dropping the iron rods they were holding into the bucket. "Who...who has upset you again?"
Qin Lie didn't waste any words.
He walked up to the bucket of asphalt and looked down at the dark, murky thing.
"Is this what Jiaojiao was talking about... something that can pave roads?"
"Yes, yes..." Qin Feng swallowed, "It's still in the experimental stage, the smell is a bit strong..."
"How long will it take?"
Qin Lie interrupted him, his voice as cold as if he were issuing a final ultimatum:
"I want to pave a road."
"It stretches from Langya Town all the way to the Ma family's territory."
"It needs to be level."
"Hurry up."
"The wheels of the carriage must roll on it... not even a cup of water is allowed to spill."
The twins exchanged a glance and both saw the terror in each other's eyes.
"Brother... that's thirty li (about 15 kilometers)!" Qin Yun cried out in anguish. "And the asphalt has to be heated, the gravel mixed, and the soil compacted... even if we work day and night, it will still take..."
"Jiaojiao's back hurts."
Qin Lie suddenly said these four words.
The moment those four words were uttered, the laboratory fell into a deathly silence.
The iron rod in Qin Feng's hand fell to the ground with a "clatter".
The blueprints in Qin Yun's hand were crumpled.
"Your back...your back hurts?"
The twins' eyes changed instantly.
They went from being lazy and nonchalant to being like two little wolfhounds whose tails had been stepped on.
"Is it because...that lousy road?" Qin Feng gritted his teeth, his eyes bloodshot.
"Those bastards from the Ma family..." Qin Yun's fists clenched so tightly they cracked, "How dare they make my sister-in-law's back hurt?"
"That road was really terrible!" Qin Feng recalled the last time he took his sister-in-law on a hot air balloon ride; her legs were weak when they got off (even though it was from being kissed), but if it was from the bumpy road...
That's absolutely unforgivable!
"Let's do it!"
Qin Feng slapped his thigh, not caring about the dirty asphalt, and reached in to scoop up a lump, feeling its sticky texture:
"No need to wait until tomorrow."
Let's do it tonight!
"Big brother, send the entire security team to us!"
"We're going to boil this black mud and pour it over them!"
"Pave a path...so that my sister-in-law can lie down and sleep on it!"
Qin Lie looked at his two younger brothers, who had suddenly become incredibly energetic, and a satisfied yet cruel smile appeared on his lips.
"There are enough people."
"Money, plenty of it."
"Coal, plenty available."
He turned and strode out, leaving behind a resounding command:
"Before dawn."
"I want to see a black river."
"A river... that could scare the Ma family's pack of roadblock dogs to death."
……
That night, the night sky over the Wolf Fang Special Zone was bathed in red light.
It's not a neon light.
It's fire.
Hundreds of enormous iron pots were lined up in the wilderness, their bottoms glowing red with burning charcoal.
Inside the pot, black asphalt was boiling and churning, emitting a pungent, yet unmistakably industrial, smell of tar.
"fall--!!!"
With a roar from Qin Feng.
Countless streams of scalding black liquid, mixed with gravel, poured down the uneven dirt road like a giant black dragon.
"Sizzle—"
That was the sound of hot asphalt coming into contact with frozen soil.
White smoke rose.
Next, a huge stone roller, pulled by Qin Meng himself (because the road roller was still under development, it could only be driven by manpower and animal power), rumbled across the still uncured road surface.
"Make sure it's firmly packed!"
Qin Meng was shirtless, and in the freezing night of minus twenty degrees Celsius, his body was radiating heat, and his muscular physique gleamed with oil.
He pulled that stone roller, which weighed several thousand kilograms, as if he were pulling a straw.
With each step, a deep footprint was left on the ground.
"This road must be leveled!"
He was breathing heavily, his eyes fixed fiercely on the ground beneath his feet:
"There's a small pebble sticking out... that's like a knife piercing my heart!"
"Only we can touch my sister-in-law's waist!"
"You think you can bully my sister-in-law with this lousy road? I'll flatten it to pieces!"
Behind him.
A smooth, dark, and wide road is extending towards the end of darkness at a speed visible to the naked eye.
It was like a black scar, violently tearing apart this desolate land.
It's like a black noose, slowly tightening around the neck of the Ma family, who are still dreaming of becoming "road bullies."
……
Ten miles away.
On the watchtower of the Ma family's Iron Stake.
Two henchmen wrapped in sheepskin coats were huddled in a sheltered spot, dozing off.
"Hey...can you smell it?"
One of the henchmen sniffed and groggily woke up:
"Why does it smell... burnt?"
"Hey, probably some poor wretch burning rotten wood for warmth," another henchman rolled over, unconcerned. "In this awful weather, who wouldn't want to keep warm?"
"That's not right..."
The first henchman rubbed his eyes and looked in the direction of the Wolf Fang Special Zone.
The next second, he froze completely.
"Fire...fire dragon?!"
Under the pitch-black night sky, a colossal dragon composed of countless torches and billowing black smoke was skimming along the ground, heading towards their checkpoint...
It spread silently, yet with unstoppable force.
"Quickly! Go and report to Third Master!"
The henchmen were so frightened that they tumbled off the watchtower and scrambled back into the village.
"The Qin family...the Qin family has attacked!"
"They've come with...with the Black River from hell!"
At this time.
In the main hall of the Ma family mansion, Third Master Ma was embracing his newly acquired concubine, drinking cheap liquor that he had confiscated from passing merchant caravans.
"Hmph, so what if it's the Qin family?"
Master Ma, his eyes glazed with drunkenness, wore a face full of disdain:
"The road is mine."
"Want to pass through here? A dragon must coil up, a tiger must lie low!"
"tomorrow……"
He let out a burp:
"Send a message to the Qin family tomorrow."
"The toll fee... will be increased by another 30%!"