great-warnovel Chapter 201 Old Fourth pinned her down in her mortal enemy's tent: Sister-in-law, let's co
Chapter 201 Old Fourth pinned her down in her mortal enemy's tent: Sister-in-law, let's co
"laugh--!!!"
The sharp crack of tearing silk was more jarring than thunder in the deathly silent Hundred Flowers Banquet.
Madam Zhao's smile froze on her face, and she even maintained that elegant half-squatting bowing posture.
But behind her, the "cloud skirt" that was blown up to the sky had blown all the way from her tailbone to her thighs.
The bright red bodice embroidered with mandarin ducks playing in the water, along with the white flesh that had accumulated from a long period of pampered living, was thus exposed to everyone's eyes without any cover.
"ah--!!!"
The belated scream finally pierced the frozen air.
Like a cat whose foot had been scalded, Madam Zhao jumped up suddenly, desperately covering her bottom with both hands, her face flushed red as she hid behind the maid.
The more they tried to hide, the more the inferior fabric tore apart.
"Sizzle—"
Another sound.
This time, even the side seams have come ripped open.
The dress looked like a tattered rag, hanging loosely on her body, making her look incredibly disheveled.
"This...this is Danranfang's 'haute couture'?"
Someone in the crowd chuckled first.
Immediately afterwards, a wave of discussion surged forth.
"What 'cloud-like skirt'? I think it's more like 'open-crotch pants'!"
"Oh my god, I almost bought this too! Luckily I was slow... If I wore this out, how could I face anyone?"
"The Qin family's zippers are really reliable... Look at Madam Qin, her clothes are so tight, she can move around without any problems."
All eyes instantly shifted from Madam Zhao's disheveled state to Su Wan, who remained seated regally in the main seat.
She wasn't wearing that flashy black silk cheongsam today; instead, she wore a new dark green velvet riding outfit from the Qin family.
He wore a neatly tailored, fitted jacket on top, tight-fitting riding breeches on the bottom, and tall boots on his feet.
The most amazing thing is that this outfit is extremely form-fitting, and every inch of its lines seems to be an extension of her body.
Su Wan held the teacup in her hand and took a small sip.
She doesn't even need to speak.
She only slightly adjusted her posture, and the extremely natural way she crossed her legs caused the fabric around her waist and thighs to move.
There was no hissing sound.
Only the extremely subtle, yet absolutely secure, "ding" of the metal zipper.
As stable as Mount Tai.
At this moment, the difference in quality became immediately apparent.
……
Half an hour later, chaos erupted on the streets of Nanzhen.
Those wealthy women who were initially smug about buying "affordable alternatives" now feel like they're holding a powder keg that could explode at any moment.
"Refund!!"
"You heartless wretch, Madam Song! Are you selling clothes or your face?! I've utterly humiliated myself at the banquet today!"
The gates of the dye shop were smashed open by an angry mob.
Those women who were usually powerless suddenly became incredibly fierce, grabbing their torn skirts and throwing them directly at Madam Song's face.
"Ladies...please let me explain...this is a misunderstanding..."
Madam Song's hair was disheveled, and her face was covered in bloody scratches. She was forced into a corner of the counter, trembling with fear.
She just couldn't understand it.
They have the same blueprints and the same cuts, so why do the clothes from the Qin family make them look like fairies, while the clothes from the other family make them look like a joke?
"Misunderstanding my foot!"
The woman in the lead, Madam Zhao, had red eyes; she had almost given up on life during the banquet.
"Your clothes have absolutely no elasticity! Not even a... memory foam underwire! They're so hard they're choking me!"
"Give us our money back! Or I'll tear this lousy shop down today!"
"Smash it! Smash this fraudulent, shady shop!"
I don't know who shouted.
The shelves were overturned, and the expensive silk was trampled underfoot. The once invincible fashion powerhouse of Nanzhen, Danranfang, was reduced to ruins in the short time it takes for an incense stick to burn.
……
Twilight Quadruple.
As the last rays of the setting sun disappeared around the street corner, the noisy crowd finally dispersed.
All that remained was a scene of devastation, and a woman named Song sitting amidst the ruins, her eyes glazed over.
"Tap, tap, tap."
A rhythmic sound of footsteps came from outside the door.
A pair of gleaming black leather shoes stopped in front of Madam Song.
Madam Song slowly raised her head.
Backlit, Qin Yue wore an iron-gray suit, toying with a folding fan in his hand, a signature foxy smile on his lips.
In his arms, he held the woman he hated to the core, yet who had utterly defeated him—Su Wan.
"Manager Song."
Qin Yue looked down at her, his voice devoid of any sympathy, only the arrogance and coldness of a victor:
"It seems... this stolen item is ultimately a hot potato."
"Qin...Qin Yue..."
Madam Song's voice was hoarse, her eyes filled with resentment: "It was you...you framed me! That blueprint was fake!"
Does it matter whether it's true or false?
Qin Yue chuckled softly, squatted down, and used his folding fan to pick up a fragment of the "Cloud Mist Skirt" covered in footprints from the ground:
"The important thing is, you lost."
"Lost so badly... that they didn't even have their underwear left."
He pulled a light piece of paper from his pocket; it was the land deed and mortgage document for the Danran Workshop—the debt had already been transferred to the Qin family when Madam Song borrowed money at high interest rates to hoard fabric.
"Sign it."
Qin Yue threw the document in front of her:
"I want this shop, and the workshop behind it too."
"Of course, it will be purchased at the price of scrap metal."
……
Fifteen minutes later.
The gates of the dye shop were closed again, and a sign reading "Qin Family Industry" was hung up.
The once bustling lobby was now deathly silent.
There were only Qin Yue and Su Wan.
"Fourth Brother..."
Looking at the mess on the ground, and the lingering smell of perfume and resentment in the air, Su Wan instinctively shrank closer to Qin Yue.
"It's so messy here."
"Chaos is good."
Qin Yue, however, seemed somewhat excited.
He didn't take Su Wan away, but carried her through the main hall and directly into Madam Song's most secret and luxurious tent.
"Bang."
The door was kicked open.
The place wasn't damaged; the mahogany tables, the wall full of account books, and the grand master's chair that symbolized the manager's power remained intact.
"In the past, every time I passed by here, I would think..."
Qin Yue placed Su Wan on the large mahogany table, then braced himself with his hands on the edge of the table, encircling her in his arms.
He glanced around, a fervent fervor of conquest gleaming in his eyes:
"When can we take down this plaque and turn this place into the Qin family's treasury?"
"Now, it's done."
He lowered his head, his gaze fixed intently on Su Wan:
"Alright... let's take stock of the spoils."
"Loot?" Su Wan looked blankly at the empty table. "There's no money here. I lost it all."
"Who says money is the only spoils of war?"
Qin Yue chuckled softly, then suddenly reached out and pulled open a drawer under the desk.
There were no banknotes inside.
There was only a heavy bunch of brass keys, which were the keys to all the warehouses, workshops, and even the back residence of the dye shop.
"Splash—"
Qin Yue tossed the bunch of keys onto the table; the sound of metal striking wood was particularly crisp in the quiet room.
"This is the lifeblood of this store."
He then took out the land deed he had just signed from his pocket and placed it next to the keys.
"This is the lifeblood of this shop."
At last.
His hand landed on the zipper of Su Wan's riding outfit.
"Wan'er, Wan'er..."
Qin Yue's fingers hooked onto the metal chain end, his eyes instantly turning dark and viscous, as if he wanted to suck her in completely:
"Sizzle—"
The sound of a zipper sliding down.
On this enemy's territory, in this room that has just changed hands, the atmosphere is particularly immoral and exciting.
"Fourth Brother! This is someone else's shop..."
Su Wan panicked and grabbed his hand.
The feeling of being intimate on the ruins of a competitor is utterly absurd.
"It's already ours."
Qin Yue didn't give her a chance to refuse.
"Wan'er, smell it."
He leaned close to her neck and took a breath:
"The air here... is filled with the smell of losers."
"At times like this..."
"If we don't do something to celebrate..."
"Isn't that like wearing fine clothes in the dark?"
His hand traced the lines of her tight riding breeches.
The riding outfit was made of thick, stiff fabric that flattered her leg lines beautifully, but it was also extremely difficult to touch.
But this didn't stump Qin Yue.
"These pants..."
Qin Yue's fingers stopped on the invisible zipper on the side of the riding breeches.
That was a design specifically created by the Qin family for the convenience of horseback riding; it was a one-way pull structure.
"It's very well designed."
A crisp, sharp sound.
The outer side of the entire pair of riding breeches ripped open instantly.
There's no one else here.
"Just us, and this room full of spoils."
"Right here..."
"On this very table where Madam Song usually schemes against us..."
The night wind howled outside the window, swirling up the withered leaves on the ground.
...
Half an hour later.
The person in his arms, wrapped in his suit jacket, buried her face in his chest, refusing to look up no matter what.
Qin Yue was in a very good mood.
Today, in those ruins, besides the land deed, he found something else.
It was a mirror.
A bronze mirror that Lady Song bought from a Persian merchant at a high price, and which was considered a treasure in this era.
But the mirror was too blurry.
It was a bright yellow color, and when it shone, it only showed the outline of people; it couldn't even clearly capture the beauty mark under Wan'er's eye.
"Too rough."
Qin Yue curled his lip in disdain.
"Wasn't my second brother tinkering with something the other day... glass? He said he could make something clearer than mercury?"
He looked down at Su Wan in his arms, a new scheme flashing in his eyes.
If only we had a mirror that could reflect even the smallest pores...
Those ladies who usually consider themselves as beautiful as goddesses, what if they suddenly find their faces covered in spots and fine lines...
How much panic would that cause?
And then panic ensued...
Isn't it all just preparation for selling that... "concealer"?