great-warnovel Chapter 191 The skirt is too sheer! Second Brother is behind the screen...
Chapter 191 The skirt is too sheer! Second Brother is behind the screen...
Winter in Nanzhen.
The annual "Plum Blossom Appreciation Banquet" is the most grand social event in the entire Nanzhen and even the surrounding counties.
This was not only an elegant gathering to appreciate flowers, but also a battleground where ladies from various families competed to outshine each other and show off their wealth.
This year's plum blossom viewing banquet had a particularly eerie atmosphere.
In previous years, the star of this banquet was undoubtedly Song Niangzi, the female manager of "Danranfang" who controlled the fashion lifeline of Nanzhen.
Her exceptional skills in "double-sided embroidery" and "piled-up gauze flowers" enabled her to sell a single garment for the astronomical price of a hundred taels of gold.
But this year, the wind has changed.
Luxury carriages bearing the license plates "Langya Special Zone · Yunqi Garden" rolled like an iron torrent across the old cobblestone street in Nanzhen and came to a steady stop in front of the "Tingxiang Pavilion" where the banquet was being held.
The car door opened.
The woman who came down was not a traditional noblewoman wrapped up like a rice dumpling.
Instead, they were a group of women who were graceful, radiant, and even chatting and laughing.
It was the "Wolf Fang Special Zone Migratory Bird Group" led by the county magistrate's wife, Liu.
"Oh dear, why is it so cold in South Town?"
As soon as Liu got out of the car, she exaggeratedly shrank her neck, but she wasn't wearing one of those heavy, old-fashioned cotton robes that would crush you. Instead, she was wearing a down jacket with a very fitted waist and a collar trimmed with snow-white fox fur.
This is the latest model from Qin Family Workshop.
The outer layer is made of windproof and waterproof high-count cotton, and the inner filling is made of premium goose down that has undergone nine cleaning and disinfection processes.
It was both warm and not bulky, and its waistline was so slender that it was even more graceful than those girls wearing only a single layer of clothing.
"Sister Liu, the clothes from the Qin family are still the best."
Mrs. Qian, standing beside her, was also wearing the same dark green long down coat and a pair of fleece-lined lambskin boots, walking with a brisk pace.
"In previous years, my old leg pain would have made it impossible for me to walk."
Wearing these shoes now feels as warm as stepping on a heated kang (traditional Chinese bed).
The appearance of this group of women instantly attracted everyone's attention.
The local noblewomen, still wearing thick padded jackets and heavy fur coats, had red noses from the cold. Looking at Liu and the others in their light and warm clothes, their eyes were filled with jealousy.
However, at that moment...
A sharp, disdainful laugh suddenly came from the main seat of the waterside pavilion.
"Oh."
"I thought they were refugees who had wrapped themselves in their bedding and ran out."
Everyone looked in the direction of the sound.
Lady Song was sitting upright in the main seat.
Today she wore an extremely luxurious "Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix" imperial robe.
That was truly heavy-duty embroidery.
Every thread was inlaid with gold, and the skirt had as many as eighteen layers, covered with intricate embroidery and pearls.
It is beautiful, indeed.
But just looking at it makes you feel like you can't breathe.
Madam Song held a pure gold hand warmer in her hands, but even so, her fingers were still a little stiff from the cold.
But she still straightened her back and looked at Liu and the others with disdain, as if they were country bumpkins.
"Madam Liu, our Great Zhou is a land of propriety."
"Clothes are about rules, dignity, and the rules passed down from our ancestors."
"How dare you parade around in public wearing those... those bulky, unattractive sacks?"
"This is utterly disgraceful and shameless!"
With this serious accusation leveled against them, Liu and the others, who had been smug just moments before, instantly turned pale.
In this era, "shamelessness" is the most vicious accusation against a woman.
"you……"
Liu was so angry that she trembled all over. She pointed at Song Niangzi, wanting to refute, but she didn't know where to begin.
After all, in mainstream aesthetics, the "morbid beauty" of Song Niangzi, who was wrapped up like a dumpling and needed help to walk, is the orthodox one.
While the Qin family's down jackets are comfortable, they do fall short in terms of elegance.
"What? You're speechless?"
Madam Song stood up, and her heavy attire made her sway slightly. The two maids beside her quickly supported her.
She walked up to Liu, extended her nail-covered fingers, and disdainfully poked the fabric of Liu's fluffy down jacket:
"Is this the 'fashion' that your Wolf Fang Town is so proud of?"
"That's what a bunch of nouveau riche wear."
"If Madam Qin, who only knows how to farm, were to come, I would teach her a lesson about what... female virtue is."
"Slap, slap, slap."
Just as the entire room fell silent, and Liu and the others were filled with shame and indignation,
A burst of crisp applause suddenly came from the entrance of the waterside pavilion.
"Madam Song's profound discourse on 'female virtue' is truly eye-opening."
Everyone turned around.
A tall, slender figure was seen supporting a stunningly beautiful woman as they slowly walked towards them.
It was Qin Mo and Su Wan.
Su Wan was not wearing a down jacket today.
She wore a Suzhou-embroidered moon-flower dress, over which she wore a pure white mink fur cloak.
The cloak had a beautiful color, shimmering silver in the winter sun, which made her small, delicate face appear even more radiant.
And standing beside her was Qin Mo.
He wore a well-tailored dark gray cashmere coat with the collar slightly open, revealing a section of his snow-white shirt collar, and his signature gold-rimmed glasses perched on his nose.
That refined yet roguish aura of asceticism instantly captivated all the pot-bellied men present.
"Madam Qin?"
Madam Song narrowed her eyes, a hint of jealousy flashing in them.
They are both women.
Why does Su Wan look so relaxed and at ease?
But she has to suffer inside these heavy clothes?
"Is Madam Qin here to admit defeat?" Madam Song sneered.
"Admit defeat?"
Su Wan chuckled softly, walked to Liu's side, and patted Liu's hand reassuringly.
Then, she turned around and looked directly at Madam Song's face, which was covered with thick makeup:
"I'm just here to tell Madam Song a lesson."
"Clothes are meant to serve people."
"If a piece of clothing makes it difficult for a person to walk steadily, to lift their arms, and even to shiver in the cold wind in order to maintain so-called 'decency'..."
"Then this isn't called clothing."
"This is called—a torture device."
"You!" Madam Song was speechless with anger.
"besides."
Su Wan stepped forward, her gaze sweeping over Song Niangzi's elaborate and heavy skirt:
"Madam Song keeps saying that we are nouveau riche and don't understand beauty."
That's because...
"The true 'beauty' of our Qin family..."
"You're not qualified to see it yet."
After saying that, Su Wan didn't give Song Niangzi a chance to refute. She took Qin Mo's arm and turned to leave.
"Sister Liu, Sister Qian, let's go."
"This kind of 'foot-binding cloth gathering' where people live by clinging to old almanacs..."
"It's fine if you don't participate."
……
On the carriage.
The atmosphere was somewhat somber.
Although Su Wan helped Liu out of the predicament, she still felt aggrieved.
"Girl, although that Lady Song has a sharp tongue, her embroidery skills are truly amazing."
Liu touched her down jacket and sighed:
"Our clothes are warm, but they don't really give you that ethereal feeling."
"What woman doesn't want to dress like a fairy?"
Su Wan sat on the soft couch, listening to Liu's complaints, her fingers unconsciously rubbing the hand warmer in her hand.
"Feeling like you're floating on air?"
She murmured something to herself, and a thought suddenly flashed through her mind.
"Second Brother."
She turned to look at Qin Mo, who was sitting next to her, reading a book but clearly distracted.
"Um?"
Qin Mo closed the book, pushed up his glasses, and looked at her slightly defiant face:
"What does my sister-in-law want to do?"
"Is there still a batch of raw silk in the warehouse... that we brought in from the south before?"
Su Wan's eyes were frighteningly bright:
"And what about the high-elasticity silk we have in space, no, the kind we improved...?"
Qin Mo's eyes flickered, as if he had guessed her thoughts, and a very faint smile appeared at the corner of his lips:
"They're all here."
"Sister-in-law wants to..."
"I want to make 'Yunsha'."
Su Wan bit her lip, her voice carrying a defiant spirit:
"Didn't Madam Song complain that we were too bulky? Didn't she think we weren't 'revealing' enough?"
"Then I'll make one..."
"The most sheer, thinnest, yet most luxurious dress that she could never replicate in her lifetime!"
"I want her to know..."
"What truly constitutes... playing hard to get?"
……
It was already dusk when they returned to the Qin family home.
Su Wan didn't even have time for dinner, and went straight into the "haute couture studio" that was specially set up for her in the backyard.
There are no outsiders here.
Only Qin Mo followed them in.
"Click".
The door lock clicked shut.
The heavy velvet curtains were drawn tightly shut, completely blocking out the wind, snow, and view.
The underfloor heating inside the house was burning very brightly, making it as warm as spring.
Su Wan took off her heavy mink coat, leaving only her Moonflower dress underneath, and stood in front of the huge full-length dressing mirror.
"Second brother, could you get me the measuring tape?"
Su Wan pulled up her long hair, revealing her slender, fair nape, and gave the order without turning her head.
Since the goal is to create an ultra-fitting, multi-layered "cloud yarn" fabric, the dimensions must be precise to the millimeter.
A little more and it's fat; a little less and it's a disaster.
Qin Mo remained silent.
He walked to the worktable and picked up the bright yellow measuring tape.
It was not handed to Su Wan immediately.
Instead, hold it in your hand, gently straighten it, and then loosen it.
"Smack."
The measuring tape snapped back with a crisp sound.
He walked up behind Su Wan.
The mirror reflected the overlapping images of the two people.
She was petite and graceful.
A tall, upright, refined, and abstinent man.
"Sister-in-law."
Qin Mo's voice was somewhat deep, possessing an inexplicable magnetism in this enclosed space:
"The previous size... probably won't work."
"Why?" Su Wan was taken aback and looked at him through the mirror.
Qin Mo stood behind her, his gaze sweeping over her without restraint through his glasses.
Finally, my gaze lingered on the full curve of her chest.
"Because recently..."
"My sister-in-law seems to have...grown up a bit."
Su Wan's face flushed bright red instantly.
indeed.
Qin Guo has been eating very well lately, and with the nourishment of the spiritual spring water, her figure has indeed become much fuller than when she first arrived.
Especially there...
"Then... let's measure it again."
Su Wan lowered her head in a panic, not daring to look at the eyes in the mirror that seemed to have hooks.
"Raise your hands."
Qin Mo's voice regained its professional and calm tone, similar to a doctor's consultation.
But his hand movements were anything but "calm".
He took a measuring tape and wrapped it around Su Wan's waist from behind.
His two arms seemed to be trying to pull her into his embrace.
There was no rush to take measurements.
His hand brushed lightly against the soft flesh of Su Wan's waist.
"Well……"
Su Wan flinched sensitively.
"Don't move."
Qin Mo warned in a low voice, his warm breath brushing against the back of her ear:
"If my sister-in-law moves around..."
"The measurements were wrong..."
"The clothes that are made... will be too tight around the skin."
"That kind of semi-transparent gauze..."
"If it leaves red marks..."
"Someone saw us..."
"I thought it was me... who abused my sister-in-law."
Su Wan was so frightened by his words that she dared not move, and could only stand stiffly, letting him do as he pleased.
Tighten the measuring tape.
It slid into her soft waist.
"One foot and eight inches..."
Qin Mo stared at the number, his Adam's apple bobbing.
It's too thin.
It was so thin that he wanted to... snap it off with one hand.
"Next... is the bust size."
Qin Mo held the soft measuring tape and slowly moved it upwards.
This time, he moved even slower.
The measuring tape was wrapped around her armpit and brought to the front.
In order to read the numbers, he had to get even closer.
His chest was almost pressed against her back.
The scalding heat penetrated the thin fabric of her clothes, making Su Wan feel weak all over.
"Second brother... I'll press it myself..."
Su Wan reached out to press down on the joint of the measuring tape.
But Qin Mo grabbed her wrist.
"Don't block the way."
Qin Mo's voice was a little hoarse, carrying an irresistible force:
"It's blocked..."
"I can't see it clearly."
He didn't let go of her hand, but instead twisted her wrist behind her back and held it with one hand.
With her other hand, she held a soft measuring tape and tightened it on those full, rounded peaks.
"hiss……"
Because it was so tight, Su Wan couldn't help but gasp.
In the mirror.
The moon-colored dress was rippled dramatically by the soft ruler.
And the man standing behind her.
He took off those annoying glasses and casually placed them on the table next to him.
Without the obstruction of the lenses.
In those narrow, phoenix-shaped eyes, an undisguised, raging fire was surging within them.
"Sister-in-law."
He whispered in her ear, his voice so low that only the two of them could hear:
"This size..."
"It is indeed much bigger than last time."
"It seems..."
"It's my eldest brother and the fourth brother..."
"You've fed your sister-in-law too well."
"but……"
His fingers loosened their grip on the measuring tape, but did not leave it.
Instead, it slid slowly into the deep groove created by the measuring tape.
Through the fabric.
"Ugh—!"
Su Wan suddenly tilted her head back, her legs went weak, and she collapsed into his arms.
"We need to leave some room for maneuver."
"otherwise……"
"This dress is too see-through..."
"This glimpse of spring..."
"I'm afraid it can't be covered up."
"Second brother...no..."
Su Wan was so ashamed that tears were about to come out. This wasn't taking measurements; it was clearly...
"What do you mean?"
Qin Mo chuckled lightly, his laughter carrying a wicked air of a refined scoundrel.
He suddenly turned around, picked up Su Wan, and placed her on the large cutting table.
The fabric on both sides scattered to the ground with a "whoosh".
He squeezed between her legs, braced his hands on the edge of the table, and trapped her in this small space.
"What my sister-in-law meant to say was..."
"Don't stop?"
"still……"
He picked up the piece of cloud-like fabric that had just been cut from the cloth, as thin as a cicada's wing.
It was not used to make clothes.
Instead, it was placed over Su Wan's eyes.
The view was blocked.
Other senses are instantly amplified infinitely.
"Since we're going to make the most sheer clothes..."
Qin Mo's voice rang out in the darkness, carrying a chilling danger:
"Then we'll have to give it a try..."
"This material..."
"Stick it to your sister-in-law..."
"What does it taste like?"
"Sister-in-law."
"Don't be afraid."
"Second brother is just..."
"Let me...check the goods for you."