Seven years after transmigrating, he was cornered at the head of the bed by a cold and aloof empress

Chapter 68 The whole internet is going crazy: This damn possessiveness!

With Su Qingge's domineering tug, the closing ceremony of Peach Blossom Village came to a close amidst screams of lingering excitement.

Although the bonfire at the site gradually died down and the crowd slowly dispersed, the online revelry had only just begun.

Tonight's Weibo trending topics list is destined to be dominated by Lin Zhou and his family of three.

Su Qingge's defense of her husband propelled her to the top of the charts, followed by a bright purple "Explosive" sign. Closely following were Lin Zhou's girl group dance and posts about illegal paid content.

In the comments section, those voices that once questioned the marriage and mocked Lin Zhou for being a kept man have now been drowned out by a flood of "I'm so moved!"

"Who would understand! The moment Su Qingge rushed onto the stage, I practically imagined a ten-thousand-word 'Queen Protecting Her Food' story!"

"I used to think Lin Zhou wasn't good enough for Su Qingge, but now I just want to say: I agree to this marriage! Only a man who's both sensual and playful can tame an ice queen like her!"

"Lin Zhou's waist, his legs, his abs... Waaah, Goddess Su eats so well! No wonder she's been hiding it from everyone!"

"This couple is absolutely amazing! One is responsible for radiating charm in public, and the other is responsible for nipping any potential suitors in the bud. The tension is incredible!"

"Director Yan understands variety shows. This episode is absolutely phenomenal. I recommend watching it repeatedly, especially that final pull. I can't believe anyone hasn't seen it yet!"

……

At the center of the storm of public opinion, in that dilapidated tile-roofed house.

The atmosphere wasn't as romantic as netizens had imagined; instead, it was tense, like a "settling score later."

Under the dim light, two suitcases lay open on the floor.

Su Qingge changed back into her loose-fitting loungewear and was kneeling by the bed packing her clothes. In her hand, she held the black T-shirt Lin Zhou had worn while dancing, folding it into a small square with a sharp motion, and then stuffing it into the bottom of the box, as if sealing away something unclean.

"Honey, that dress hasn't been washed yet..."

Lin Zhou squatted to the side, holding an apple in his hand, trying to curry favor, but Su Qingge forced him back with a sharp look.

"Why wash it? Just throw it away!"

Su Qingge snorted coldly, zipped up the suitcase with a "whoosh," and said in a chilling tone:

"Why keep it? So you can be proud of it and continue to attract attention later?"

"I'm innocent!"

Lin Zhou took a bite of apple and mumbled his grievance, "The director forced me to do it, and it was the spinning wheel that landed on me. I was sacrificing myself for art. Besides, when I jumped, all I could think about was you, really!"

"Shut up."

Su Qingge glared at him, but her cheeks flushed slightly at his words. She stood up, looking down at this unserious man, and poked his firm pectoral muscles with her finger:

"Lin Zhou, I've noticed you're getting more and more unrestrained lately. How come I never realized you were so good at hip thrusts before? That hip thrust is even better than those trainees'; you must have practiced a lot behind the scenes, right?"

"Talent, pure talent."

Lin Zhou took her fingers in his hand and kissed them, his peach blossom eyes filled with a playful smile:

"It's mainly to make my wife proud. Think about it, if I jumped like a zombie, wouldn't I be embarrassing you? Now, the whole internet is praising your good taste in finding an all-around perfect husband."

"Glib-tongued."

Su Qingge tried to pull her hand back, but he held it tightly.

Looking at Lin Zhou's face so close to hers, she recalled his hormone-filled gaze on stage just now, and the wildness with which he lifted the hem of his shirt in that instant, and her heart skipped a beat again.

This man is like a book.

For the past seven years, she thought she had seen through the cover and tossed it aside to gather dust. But in just the last two days, when she opened it again, she discovered that the contents were so wonderful that she even... couldn't put it down.

"Lin Zhou".

Her voice softened, carrying a hint of barely perceptible dependence.

"Um?"

"After you go home... you are not allowed to dance like this for others again."

Su Qingge turned her head away, looking at the pitch-black night outside the window, her ears burning red, her voice barely audible, like a mosquito's hum:

"You belong to me. You can only be seen by me."

Lin Zhou was stunned for a moment.

Immediately, his smile widened, like a sunflower blooming in the night. He abruptly stood up, pulled Su Qingge into his arms, rested his chin on the top of her head, and nuzzled her head forcefully.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Just as the two were enjoying this rare moment of tenderness, a rustling sound suddenly came from the small bed next to them.

"Dad, Mom..."

Nuonuo rubbed her eyes and sat up, still clutching the slightly dirty rag doll in her arms. The little one pouted, looking unhappy, her big eyes brimming with tears, looking extremely aggrieved.

"What's wrong, baby? Did you have a nightmare?"

Lin Zhou quickly released Su Qingge, took a few steps over, and hugged his daughter in his arms.

"no……"

Nuonuo sniffed, pointed out the dark pigsty outside the window, her voice trembling with tears:

"I can't bear to part with 'Huahua'."

"Hua Hua?" Lin Zhou was completely confused. "Who is Hua Hua?"

"It's that pink pig next door!"

Nuonuo burst into tears, tears streaming down her face. "It's so cute! It even hums at me. We're leaving tomorrow. Won't it be lonely there all by itself? Daddy, can we take it home and raise it?"

Lin Zhou and Su Qingge exchanged a glance, and both saw helplessness and despair in each other's eyes.

Bring the pigs back to Genting Manor?

The scene was so beautiful, I can't even imagine it.

If his sophisticated mother-in-law found out, she'd probably chop Lin Zhou up on the spot.

"Um... Nuonuo."

Lin Zhou wiped away his cold sweat and tried to reason with his daughter, "Huahua...it has its own home, and it still needs to stay with its mom and dad. If we take it away, its mom and dad will be sad."

"Besides, we don't have a pigsty."

Su Qingge quickly chimed in, "Hua Hua likes to sleep in the mud. Our bed is too soft; it's not used to it."

"But...but Nuonuo will miss it."

The little guy was sobbing; he was clearly very upset.

During these two days of "hardship," the pig that occasionally grunted became the best friend of this young lady from a wealthy family.

"How about this?"

Lin Zhou thought for a moment, then held up his little finger, "Daddy promises you, we'll come back to see it often when we have time, okay? And when Daddy comes back, he'll buy you one of those... Peppa Pig plushies, even cuter than Huahua."

"Really?" Nuonuo stopped crying and looked at him with teary eyes.

"Really, pinky promise."

"Oh well."

Although the little guy was still a bit reluctant, he was still a child at heart and was quickly calmed down.

After all that fuss, the night grew even deeper.

That night, the dilapidated house was unusually quiet.

Gone was the awkwardness of the first night, and the embarrassment of the previous night. The family of three squeezed onto the not-so-spacious bed. Lin Zhou's hand rested on Su Qingge's waist, and Su Qingge's hand held her soft little hand. Their breaths mingled, creating the most peaceful melody.

……

The next morning, the fog had not yet dissipated.

Village entrance.

Four black vans were parked neatly there, their bodies gleaming coldly in the morning light—a signal of returning to urban civilization.

Yan Min and the directing team stood by the roadside to see them off.

Although it was only a short three days and two nights, this remote little mountain village held too many memories and unexpected twists and turns.

Lu Ming had already eagerly climbed into the car, not wanting to stay a second longer; Chen Kai and Wang Lei, on the other hand, were somewhat sentimental, still shaking hands with the villagers to say goodbye.

Lin Zhou carried a suitcase in one hand and held the still-sleepy Nuonuo in the other.

Su Qingge followed beside him, and although she was wearing sunglasses, she didn't act as aloof as she had when they arrived. Every now and then, she would reach out to straighten Lin Zhou's collar or take the water glass from his hand, her actions as natural as those of any ordinary couple.

"Lin Zhou".

Before getting on the bus, Yan Min suddenly called out to him.

This renowned director, known in the industry for his "cunning," had eyes full of sincerity and appreciation at this moment.

"When you get back, remember to check your phone. Those contracts... I'm serious."

"understood."

Lin Zhou smiled, didn't say anything more, just waved his hand, "Thanks, Director Yan."

The car doors closed slowly.

It isolated the outside noise and dust, and also the chaotic scene of chickens and dogs in Peach Blossom Village.

Inside the carriage, the air conditioning was ample, and the leather seats were soft and comfortable.

Nuonuo fell asleep in the high chair in the back seat, holding a little pig that Lin Zhou had woven from straw in her arms.

Lin Zhou leaned back in his chair, let out a long sigh, and looked at the scenery rushing past the window. A long-lost sense of relaxation welled up in his heart.

it is finally over.

These three days were more exciting than all his previous lives combined.

He turned his head.

They met Su Qingge's gaze.

She took off her sunglasses, and her beautiful eyes reflected the ever-changing scenery outside the window, as well as Lin Zhou's somewhat tired but still handsome face.

Neither of them spoke.

They simply exchanged a smile.

That smile contained so much tacit understanding, relief, and anticipation for the future.

The car entered the highway and sped towards Beijing.

At the bottom of the screen, a line of white text slowly appeared, bringing this journey full of surprises and unexpected events to a perfect close:

[First stop: The Peach Blossom Spring, now complete.]

Next stop: Home.