nashuaworldcup Chapter 265 Su Qingge blushes: Who's into your romantic games!
Chapter 265 Su Qingge blushes: Who's into your romantic games!
"Qingge, what happened in that dressing room, you also think it was... an act?"
Lin Zhou's husky voice, tinged with a mocking tone, echoed repeatedly in the cramped space of the ward.
Su Qingge felt like she was on fire.
She felt the heat from the tip of her ear travel down her spine, making her fingertips tremble slightly.
"Lin Zhou! Your mouth should be sewn shut by a ghost hand!"
Su Qingge was so ashamed that she had nowhere to hide.
She suddenly grabbed the soft spare pillow from the hospital bed, and without thinking, covered her face with it, burying herself in it comically.
Her muffled, weak rebuttal came from under the pillow.
"Who...who was being romantic with you! That was...that was beyond our control! You reeked of alcohol, I thought you'd really been led astray by the Black Bishop's men, I was just...I was just checking if you were conscious!"
Lin Zhou looked at his wife, who was curled up in a ball by the hospital bed, wishing she could disappear into the ground, and felt a surge of joyful satisfaction.
He propped his forehead up with one hand, looking at the rosy nape of her neck peeking out from the edge of the pillow, his eyes filled with unwavering doting affection.
This is the Su Qingge he remembers as aloof as snow, yet as charming as a cat.
The sunlight in the ward grew even warmer, and the tense, menacing atmosphere was completely diluted by the tenderness of this moment.
"Thump! Thump! Thump!"
Just as the ambiguous atmosphere between the two was about to overflow, the heavy soundproof door of the ward was suddenly tapped gently and rhythmically from the outside.
That wasn't the force an adult would use when knocking on a door.
Rather, it is some tiny, vibrant little creature striving to assert its presence.
Before Lin Zhou could speak, a small head with two cute pigtails and wearing a pink puff-sleeved nightgown carefully squeezed in through the crack in the door.
Nuonuo rubbed her still sleepy eyes and looked at the scene in the room. Her originally blurry eyes instantly brightened like stars.
"Dad! Mom!"
Nuonuo, like a pink cannonball, nimbly leaped across the carpet with her short, chubby legs.
She nimbly climbed onto the edge of the hospital bed, looked at Lin Zhou who was holding Su Qingge, who was covering her face, tilted her head, and asked innocently:
"Dad, are you and Mom playing a 'kissing game'?"
Su Qingge was so startled that her hand trembled, and she almost dropped the pillow.
She frantically crawled out from under the pile of pillows, hurriedly tidying her disheveled hair, her face flushed red.
"Nuonuo...don't talk nonsense, Daddy...Daddy just woke up, Mommy is checking his wounds."
Lin Zhou laughed heartily.
Completely ignoring the pain from the torn muscles in his shoulder, he stretched out his long arm and scooped Nuonuo into his arms, forcefully kissing his daughter's chubby little face on both sides, making loud kissing sounds.
"Daddy! It itches so much!"
Nuonuo giggled as her stubble pricked her, wriggling like a little eel in Lin Zhou's arms.
Lin Zhou looked at the two figures, one large and one small, in front of him.
For the past seven years, he has lived a very tiring life and acted very hard, as a "fool," a "son-in-law," and even as "prey."
He wanted to personally reclaim all the glory that was owed to, missed, and rightfully belonged to the matriarch and the little princess of the Lin family.
Lin Zhou took a deep breath, his tone solemn yet exuding an undeniable air of dominance:
"Nuonuo, tell Grandpa Chen that from now on, Mom and Dad will never have to act in those strange plays again."
"From now on, no one in our family is allowed to let Mom suffer any more grievances."
"If any bad people dare to point fingers or make noise, Dad will make them disappear completely."
Hearing this tender confession that sounded almost like a declaration of war, Su Qingge's eyes reddened again, but she happily took Lin Zhou's arm.
At this moment, Old Chen was standing at the door.
The old butler's tailcoat was perfectly pressed without a single wrinkle, but the ginseng soup tray he was carrying was trembling slightly.
That was exciting.
He looked at the young master whose eyes had once again become deep and filled with the imposing aura of the Lin family patriarch, and tears streamed down his face.
"Young Master... now that you're back, the Master can finally rest in peace."
Lin Zhou suppressed his smile, turned to look at Old Chen, and his eyes became sharp and deep.
He patted Nuonuo's head casually, gesturing for his daughter to go play on the snack shelf next to him, and then spoke slowly and deliberately:
"Uncle Chen, get ready."
Old Chen stood ramrod straight, his eyes gleaming with a long-lost shrewdness that belonged to the shadows of the Lin family:
"Young Master, please give your orders. The entire Lin family is ready to serve at any time."
Lin Zhou looked at Su Qingge and tightened his grip on her hand.
His voice wasn't loud, but it was deafening in the ward:
"The marriage arrangement back then was illegitimate and caused Qingge to suffer all kinds of scorn."
"I want to hold a make-up ceremony for her."
"An unprecedented, grand wedding that silenced the world's underground forces and top conglomerates."
Su Qingge was completely stunned.
She opened her mouth, then looked at Lin Zhou, somewhat speechless:
"Lin Zhou...at this critical juncture, isn't it a bit too extravagant for the Black Bishop to still be watching from the shadows?"
Lin Zhou stretched out his slender fingers and forcefully pressed them against her red lips.
"extravagant?"
Lin Zhou sneered, a dangerous smile curving his lips.
"I want to show that black bishop what I'm made of."
"I'm having my wedding under the brightest lights in the world."
"I want him to know who truly calls the shots in this capital city."
Old Chen swallowed hard, his forehead veins throbbing visibly.
"This old servant will immediately mobilize the world's top designers and security forces."
"Young Master, what theme do you plan to use for this wedding?"
Lin Zhou looked out the window at the azure sky over Beijing, his eyes filled with a resolute determination that transcended life and death:
"Within three days, I need all the world's top traffic platforms to free up their schedules."
"I want this wedding to be broadcast live worldwide."
Su Qingge felt the warmth of Lin Zhou's palm, and her original worries miraculously subsided at that moment.
She looked at the man who had come back from the dead.
she knows.
That young master Lin, who once dominated the capital and struck fear into the hearts of all the prestigious families.
Lin Zhou, who was willing to give up everything for her and was willing to fight his way through hell for her.
They're really back for good.
"Lin Zhou, you've gone mad."
Su Qingge leaned on his shoulder and murmured softly.
"I'm just crazy."
Lin Zhou stroked her fingernails, his tone ambiguous.
"If I weren't a little crazy, how could I be worthy of you, the 'little kitten' who's waited seven years for me?"
Just as Su Qingge was about to retaliate in embarrassment and indignation, Old Chen tactfully coughed, interrupting the patriarch's flirting:
"Young Master, what about the selection of the wedding dress and the confirmation of the guest list...?"
Lin Zhou suddenly stood up, unleashing his long-suppressed Godfather aura, his gaze piercing:
"I designed the wedding dress myself."
"A list?"
Lin Zhou snorted coldly, his eyes as sharp as knives:
"Invitations will be sent to everyone who has had a conflict with the Lin or Su families."
"I want them to know what it means to be 'unable to live, unable to die'."
Looking at his arrogant demeanor, Su Qingge not only didn't feel unfamiliar, but also felt extremely safe.
She smiled and looked at Lin Zhou:
"What about the best man and maid of honor?"
Lin Zhou turned to look at her, his eyes gleaming mischievously:
"Don't worry, it's absolutely the most amazing lineup in the world."
"Right, Uncle Chen?"