great-warnovel Chapter 81 The fourth brother held his sister-in-law's hand: This red clay must be imprinted in
Chapter 81 The fourth brother held his sister-in-law's hand: This red clay must be imprinted in
Wolf Fang Village has gone completely mad.
If last night, the county magistrate's wife, Madam Liu, was the "first person to eat crabs," then this morning, the threshold of Langya Village was trampled flat by a pack of "hungry wolves" who came smelling the crabs!
"I want the one with the 'starry sky bathtub'! No matter the price, I'll sign it now!"
"Why should I give it to you? I'll pay double the deposit! I'm a gold member, I have priority!"
"Fourth Master Qin! Don't listen to them! I've brought the land deeds from home; I only want that 'Queen's Dressing Room'!"
The temporary "sales office" set up by the Qin family (which was actually just a rearranged front hall with several huge colorful paintings hanging on it) was even noisier than a vegetable market at this moment.
The rich scent of cosmetics, the stench of money, and the burning passion of "keeping up with the Joneses" that extinguishes reason.
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"Don't panic, everyone! We have them all! We have them all!"
Qin Yue, the fourth brother, stood behind the large sandalwood table, his golden nanmu folding fan almost leaving afterimages as he waved it.
Today he was wearing a dark red brocade robe with coin patterns embroidered on the collar, and he looked as festive as a money-spreading boy (actually a wealth-gathering Pixiu).
Looking at the group of wealthy women waving silver notes, seemingly eager to buy him as well, Qin Yue's smile never faded.
But upon closer inspection, the smile didn't reach his eyes.
Only when she turned to look at the figure beside her who was in charge of stamping, would a layer of sticky syrup instantly well up in her peach blossom eyes.
"Sister-in-law, are you tired?"
Taking advantage of the moment he was getting the contract, he leaned to the side, resting most of his weight on the back of the chair Su Wan was sitting in, and whispered in her ear:
"If your hand gets tired, just rest. I'll have the big guy, the third brother, stamp it."
Su Wan was busy pressing her fingerprints onto one "pre-sale housing contract" after another.
Hearing this, she glared at him irritably and lightly stomped on his foot under the table: "Stop messing around! Third Brother's strength is enough to smash this table! Hurry up, there are more than a dozen people in line behind us!"
Qin Yue wasn't annoyed at being trampled on; on the contrary, he seemed quite pleased. He chuckled softly, straightened up, and faced the frenzied women below the stage, revealing his usual inscrutable "shrewd businessman" face:
"Ladies! Please quiet down!"
"My sister-in-law (the developer) just said that due to overwhelming enthusiasm, Building 1, which was originally the only one available, is already sold out!"
"Now, we are urgently launching Building No. 2 – [Cloud Top Star-Picking Pavilion]!"
Only five sets available! First come, first served!
"Boom—!" The audience erupted in chaos!
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This isn't buying a house; it's fighting for a ticket to "high society"!
Su Wan sat behind her desk, looking at the scene before her, secretly astonished. The "PPT" (concept diagrams) she had drawn were actually simplified versions of modern apartments.
Floor-to-ceiling windows, ensuite bathrooms, walk-in closets... those are standard features in modern times. In an era where even glass windows are a luxury, that's a miracle! It's a game-changer!
"Madam Qin! Here are five thousand taels of silver notes! I want the top-floor apartment!"
A wealthy merchant's wife, adorned with gold and jade, squeezed to the front, panting, and slammed a large stack of silver notes onto the table.
"Alright! Madam Wang is so generous!" Qin Yue swiftly collected money, filled out forms, and wrote contracts, his movements fluid and fast enough to dazzle onlookers.
The final step – signing and sealing the document.
According to the laws of the Great Wei Dynasty, such large-scale transactions involving land and real estate required the signature of the "landlord".
The land deed for this plot of land bears the name Su Wan.
"Sister-in-law, stamp it." Qin Yue pushed the filled-out contract in front of Su Wan and handed her a box of top-quality cinnabar ink, as red as blood.
Su Wan extended her right thumb and gently pressed it onto the delicate red clay. Her fingertip was instantly stained with a vibrant red.
Just as she was about to press her finger onto the contract paper.
"etc."
Qin Yue suddenly reached out and grabbed her slender, fair wrist.
"What's wrong?" Su Wan was taken aback and looked up at him. The noisy crowd around them seemed to have been silenced at that moment.
Qin Yue remained silent. His gaze was fixed on Su Wan's thumb, which was stained with red mud.
That red was too vibrant.
It accentuated her already fair and jade-like skin, giving her a breathtakingly alluring beauty.
Qin Yue's Adam's apple bobbed very slowly, yet very heavily.
"The position is off." His voice was hoarse, devoid of his usual frivolity, and instead carried a sense of oppression that made one's legs go weak.
He held her wrist, his palm burning hot.
Even through his sleeve, Su Wan could feel his pulse beating—beat after beat, heavily striking her wrist.
"A little to the left...yes, here."
He didn't let go. Instead, he gently lowered her hand.
Press.
His large hand covered the back of her hand, applying slight pressure.
The soft, delicate fingertips were pressed onto the rough Xuan paper, deforming and spreading into a bright red flower.
It wasn't just about pressing handprints. The strength, the posture, it was as if he was holding her hand, declaring his sovereignty to the whole world.
This land belongs to her. But the hand that left the fingerprint... he grabbed it.
"Okay." Su Wan felt like her hand was being burned by his heat and instinctively tried to pull her hand back.
"Don't rush." Qin Yue didn't let go.
He raised that hand and looked at the cinnabar red clay residue remaining on her thumb.
"It's dirty," he said in a low voice.
The maidservant next to him was about to hand him a wet handkerchief.
Qin Yue gave her a cold glance, and the little maidservant was so frightened that her handkerchief trembled and fell to the ground.
"No need for that." Qin Yue turned his head, looked at Su Wan, and a half-smile appeared on his lips: "This kind of red clay, which is stained with auspiciousness and wealth... it's too wasteful to wipe it with a handkerchief."
The words had barely left his mouth when, under the watchful eyes of dozens of wealthy women, he spoke.
Qin Yue extended his long, strong right thumb, which he had just used to count money.
Fingertips to fingertips. Flesh to flesh.
He didn't use any cloth. Instead, he used his rough, warm fingertips to slowly and heavily rub the reddened thumb.
"Sizzle..." Although there was no sound, Su Wan seemed to hear the faint sound of skin rubbing together in her mind.
Qin Yue moved very slowly. It was as if he were polishing a rare treasure, or as if he were... imprinting her fingerprints into his own bones and blood.
The red cinnabar clay, under his kneading, gradually faded and spread, staining his fingertips red. It also stained the warmth of their bodies.
That instant.
Their two thumbs pressed tightly together, the red clay melting between them, sticky and hot.
Su Wan's breathing became erratic. She looked at Qin Yue's lowered eyelids and his focused, almost devout expression.
This isn't wiping hands; this is clearly doing it in public...!
"Qin Yue..." Her voice trembled. She tried to pull her hand back, but found that the slightest movement only intensified the sensation of their fingertips touching.
"Shh." Qin Yue looked up, his peach blossom eyes seeming to burn with two flames, yet also shimmering with tears: "Sister-in-law, don't move."
"This red clay is a bit dry...you have to rub it hard to get it off."
He increased the pressure, his fingertips circling and grinding against her fingertips.
Su Wan trembled all over, a tingling sensation shooting from her fingertips straight to the top of her head!
She bit her lower lip hard to keep herself from groaning in front of so many people.
The ladies in the audience blushed deeply, their fans waving wildly.
"Alright." Finally, just as Su Wan was about to catch a fever, Qin Yue released his grip.
Although the red clay on Su Wan's thumb was gone, the tip was still red and trembling slightly due to the friction.
It looks... more like he's been severely bullied.
Qin Yue raised his red-stained thumb and waved it in front of his eyes.
Then, in front of everyone, he brought that finger to his lips and gently blew on it.
"Now, I've also benefited from my sister-in-law's good fortune." He smiled smugly, but only Su Wan understood the deep possessiveness in his eyes.
That's the satisfaction of having her mark etched onto my body.
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"Um... I want to sign too!"
"Me too! Fourth Master Qin, could I borrow your hand... no, your inkpad?"
The frenzy in the audience did not subside; on the contrary, it completely erupted because of this "finger kiss" scene!
Master Qin may appear dashing, but his looks are far beyond those of ordinary men.
This house is a must-buy! Not only will it be prestigious, but you might even get to enjoy that kind of divine pampering!
That day, the Qin family's threshold was truly worn down.
The ten pre-sale apartments sold out in less than an hour, leaving not a trace. Some people even offered an extra 1 taels of silver on the spot to snatch the last one!
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