After being bought by seven rough men and taken to the deep mountains, I was pampered.

Chapter 182 The magistrate breathed on the glass, "Brother, lock up the greenhouse, don't

As the heavy door, inlaid with double-layered tempered glass, slowly closed and clicked shut, the howling wind and snow outside were instantly shut out and became the background noise of another world.

"call--"

A thick, humid heat wave, mixed with the earthy smell of awakening soil and a faint sulfurous odor, rushed over me.

This is hardly a winter night.

This is clearly a rainforest in the height of summer.

Su Wan had only taken two steps when a thin layer of sweat appeared on her forehead.

The heavy silver fox fur cloak she was wearing, originally meant to keep warm, now felt like a heavy steamer, making it hard for her to breathe.

"It's so hot..."

Su Wan gasped softly and subconsciously reached out to untie the tie at her collar.

Her slender fingers unfastened the buttons, and the heavy fur coat slid down her rounded shoulders, piling up on the carpet.

That instant.

It was like a peeled lychee that popped out in the sweltering air.

She was wearing only a very thin, moon-white gauze dress underneath.

That's the latest technique from the Qin family's dyeing workshop; it's as light and thin as a cicada's wing, close-fitting yet breathable.

Under the humid light, the thin fabric clung tightly to her body, outlining her undulating, exquisite curves.

Sweat soaked his back, vaguely revealing the outline of the crimson undergarment underneath, its allure most captivating.

"hiss--"

A series of synchronized gasps filled the air.

The Qin brothers standing at the door were glued to that pale white figure, as if drawn by a magnet.

Qin Meng, the third brother, froze in mid-air as he wiped his sweat from his brow, his Adam's apple bobbing violently as if wound up.

The fourth brother, Qin Yue, dropped his folding fan to the ground with a "thud," completely unaware of it, his eyes fixed on Su Wan's neck, which was damp with sweat.

"Jiaojiao".

Qin Lie stood behind her, his tall body tensing instantly. His muscles, already engorged from working, became as hard as iron.

He didn't pick up the cloak immediately.

Instead, he stepped forward and used his large, calloused hand to grab Su Wanying's slender waist.

My palms were burning hot; the heat penetrated my skin through the thin, almost nonexistent veil.

"Big brother..."

Su Wan shuddered from the heat and instinctively tried to dodge forward, but instead bumped into an even firmer embrace.

"What are you hiding from?"

Qin Lie lowered his head, his voice hoarse as if he had a handful of sand in his mouth.

His nose pressed against the crook of her neck, and he took a deep breath of her sweet, cloying scent, a mixture of sweat and milk.

"Weren't you just saying you wanted spring?"

Spring has arrived...

"Why is Jiaojiao hiding herself away?"

His fingers slowly caressed her waist, feeling the delicate texture beneath the fabric, his eyes dark and terrifying:

"These clothes..."

"It's like wearing nothing at all."

"but……"

He raised his head, surveyed the dense peach grove around him, and a wicked smile curled at the corner of his lips:

"In this greenhouse..."

"Perfect."

"It's just our own brothers..."

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

Just when the atmosphere was extremely ambiguous, as if things were about to escalate to the point of no return.

A series of rapid, frantic, and even somewhat frightened banging sounds suddenly came from outside the glass wall.

"Master Qin! Master Qin, open the door!"

"A miracle! This is a miracle!"

"The Dragon King has appeared! But... how come this wall is transparent?!"

He was the magistrate of Fang County.

He was wrapped in that old, patched-up cotton-padded coat, looking like a clumsy brown bear, his face pressed against the huge floor-to-ceiling window.

Because of the temperature difference between the cold outside and the hot inside, no frost formed on the glass; instead, it remained crystal clear.

Magistrate Fang's large face, which was bruised and purple from the cold, was now being squeezed out of shape, his features contorted as he stared intently at the scene inside the greenhouse.

That instant.

His worldview collapsed.

Beyond the wall lies a hell on earth, a place of biting winds and swirling snow.

On this side of the wall lies a lush, warm, and blissful paradise.

What made his eyes practically pop out was—

The usually dignified and noble Madam Qin was now wearing a dress of some unknown material, so thin it was like mist. Her clothes were half-wet, and her face was flushed. She was being held in the arms of the murderous Master Qin...

Holy crap.

Qin Lie swore.

He reacted extremely quickly, almost instinctively, and with a sudden flick of his hand, he rolled up the silver fox fur cloak on the ground again, wrapping the little woman in his arms up like a tightly wrapped silkworm cocoon.

"Close your eyes!"

He roared at Magistrate Fang outside. Although the double-layered soundproof glass couldn't hear him, his murderous gaze still made Magistrate Fang instinctively shrink back.

"Brother, let him in."

Qin Yue picked up the folding fan, reverting to his smiling tiger demeanor, though a lingering lust remained in his eyes:

"That old bastard is lying around outside..."

"It would be a problem if they froze to death on our doorstep."

"and……"

Qin Yue walked to the glass wall and, through the glass, made a "give money" gesture to Magistrate Fang:

"The entrance fee for this greenhouse..."

"It's not cheap."

……

"Squeak—"

The outermost buffer door opens.

Magistrate Fang stumbled in.

He was not allowed to enter the core area of ​​the greenhouse directly, but was instead stopped in a specially designed "air shower buffer room".

Even so, the sweltering heat made him so comfortable that he almost knelt down on the spot.

"Master Qin..."

Magistrate Fang reached out his hand, trembling, and carefully touched the transparent wall.

It is warm to the touch and as hard as iron.

"Is this crystal? Or glass?"

"This is such a huge piece of land... a whole ten acres! What kind of sorcery did you use to piece it together?"

He pressed his face against the glass, opened his mouth wide, and breathed a strong breath onto the glass.

The white vapor instantly spread across the glass.

He stretched out his sleeve and frantically wiped it, as if he couldn't believe his eyes.

Through that transparent barrier.

He saw rows of neat peach trees, lush green vegetable seedlings on the ground, and even a bee that had flown in from somewhere and was collecting nectar.

"This...is this like moving the Dragon Palace to land?"

Magistrate Fang's legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground, two streams of tears flowing down his old face.

"I...I have never...been able to witness such a miracle in my entire life..."

"Alright, stop howling."

Qin Lie had already walked over without anyone noticing.

He was still shirtless, but the delicate woman in his arms was missing—Su Wan had been escorted to the "changing area" deep inside the greenhouse by the third and seventh brothers.

Qin Lie looked down at Magistrate Fang through a glass door, as if he were looking at a country bumpkin who had never seen the world:

"Master Fang."

"Did you see it clearly?"

"This is the source of the Qin family's confidence."

"Starting today..."

"Don't even mention that rotten cabbage from Liuxi."

Even if the King of Heaven himself came...

"And don't even think about depriving my wife of a single meal!"

Magistrate Fang was completely deaf to reason at this point.

He scrambled to his feet, pressing himself almost against the glass door, his eyes fixed on the green hues inside with a feverish intensity.

"Master Qin! Old Master Qin!"

"Please! Let me go in and take a breath!"

"Even just one bite would be enough!"

"The air outside is so cold... so pungent..."

"I...I feel that only the air here is sweet!"

Qin Lie frowned, just about to have someone throw this shameful thing out.

"Let him in."

From deep within the greenhouse came Su Wan's languid yet authoritative voice.

Qin Lie turned around.

Su Wan had changed into a slightly more "conservative" outfit—although it was still thin silk, she had at least put on a semi-transparent gauze over it, covering up a large portion of her exposed skin.

She sat on the soft couch that Qin Meng had brought over, holding a round fan that Qin Yue had just used to fan her. Her cheeks were still rosy, like a ripe peach.

"Since Lord Fang is here, he is a guest."

Su Wan's voice came through the loudspeaker:

"Perfect timing, I'm short an accountant for my greenhouse."

"If Lord Fang is willing..."

"We could set up a desk in the buffer zone near the entrance."

"Help our Qin family... count how much silver we can earn this day."

"I'm willing! I'm willing! I'm a thousand times willing!"

Magistrate Fang nodded frantically, as if he wanted to nod his head off:

"Don't even mention managing the accounts! I'd even clean the windows of this greenhouse!"

"Just don't send me out to freeze!"

Qin Lie gave a cold laugh.

"You can stay if you want."

He held up one finger and pointed to the buffer room, which was only about two square meters in size and used for changing shoes and disinfection:

"Your activity area is limited to just this one brick."

"Dare to take another step inside..."

"Dare to look at my wife even once..."

Qin Lie did not mention the consequences.

He simply turned around, with his back to Magistrate Fang, and made an extremely arrogant and domineering gesture.

"Click."

He locked the glass door leading to the core area of ​​the greenhouse from the inside.

then.

In front of Magistrate Fang.

He pulled over a huge, opaque velvet curtain.

"Whoosh—"

The curtains were drawn.

This completely blocked Magistrate Fang's prying eyes.

"Big brother?"

From behind the curtain came Su Wan's somewhat surprised voice.

"Why are you blocking the way? I want to see the snow outside..."

"I won't let you see it."

Qin Lie's voice came through the curtain, sounding muffled, yet carrying a possessiveness that made one's legs weak:

"That old man outside has a lewd look in his eyes."

"Jiaojiao is covered in sweat..."

"Look at this..."

"It can only be shown to family members."

"Ugh... Big brother, what are you doing... Don't touch there..."

"Don't move."

Qin Lie's breathing sounded heavy even through the curtains:

"We didn't finish checking at the door."

"The door is locked now, and the curtains are drawn."

"Jiaojiao should have her older brother give her a proper check-up..."

"These clothes..."

"Is it really soaked?"

Standing in the buffer zone, Magistrate Fang listened to the faint rustling of fabric and the blush-inducing whispers coming from inside.

He silently took out the official documents from his pocket and spread them on the ground.

Then, she pressed her face against the glass door, which, despite the curtains being drawn, still exuded a warm and inviting atmosphere.

"It's so warm..."

Magistrate Fang closed his eyes, a look of rapture on his face:

"Is this... the temperature of power?"

No.

This is the temperature of the dog food.

……

The deepest part of the greenhouse.

This is the tropical zone with the highest temperature and humidity in the entire "Crystal Palace".

Several huge banana trees stretched out their broad leaves, creating a natural, private space.

Su Wan was half-carried by Qin Lie and placed on a huge Taihu stone that was warmed by the geothermal heat.

"It's so hot..."

Su Wan twisted her body uncomfortably.

The humidity here was too high; her clothes clung to her body, and the damp feeling made her feel itchy all over.

"hot?"

Qin Lie knelt on one knee in front of her.

He looked up, his eyes, like those of a wild beast, fixed intently on the dark stain of sweat soaking into her collar.

"Jiaojiao is sweating a lot."

He extended his rough fingertips and gently stroked her slender neck.

A string of glistening beads of sweat appeared on his fingertips.

It wasn't wiped off.

Instead, it followed the path of the sweat beads as they rolled down, slowly sliding downwards into the depths of the undulating collarbone.

"Big brother will help you..."

"Let's cool it down?"

He lowered his head.

His burning lips did not kiss her lips.

Instead, it precisely captured the small pool of sweat that had gathered in the hollow of her collarbone.

"Hmm!"

Su Wan trembled, her toes curling up instantly, her fair instep forming an alluring curve against the dark Taihu stone.

The sensation of that instant.

It was hot and humid, rough, and possessed a power that could devour everything.

It was as if he wasn't drinking sweat.

It is the strongest liquor in the world.

"Sweet."

Qin Lie raised his head, a trace of water still glistening at the corner of his mouth, his eyes so deep they seemed to want to devour someone:

"Better than an unripe peach..."

"Much sweeter."

"Big brother..." Su Wan's voice was as soft as water, "No..."

"Shhh."

Qin Lie placed his large hand on her lower back, pulling her forward and pressing her tightly against his hot, naked chest.

"Don't make a sound."

"That old geezer is still lying outside."

"Jiaojiao doesn't want to either..."

"Let him hear the sound of you turning into water in your older brother's arms, shall we?"