indianbanksassociation Chapter 185 The Plan Goes Well! Lin Zhou revealed a triumphant smile.
Chapter 185 The Plan Goes Well! Lin Zhou revealed a triumphant smile.
In the bedroom, the lingering scent of aromatherapy fermented in the warmth of the radiator, exuding an intoxicating sweetness.
Lin Zhou placed his palm on her smooth, porcelain-like waist, feeling the heat gradually rising beneath his palm.
Su Qingge wasn't really asleep to begin with, and after he stirred her up like that, her peach blossom eyes finally opened completely.
In the misty haze, she met Lin Zhou's dark eyes, which were filled with cunning and smugness.
"you……"
Su Qingge bit her lower lip, her voice incredibly soft.
"Lin Zhou, that scream you let out downstairs just now, that was all an act, wasn't it?"
Although she was questioning him, she didn't move an inch.
Lin Zhou chuckled mischievously, then buried his entire head in the crook of her neck, taking a deep breath of her refreshing fragrance.
"That can't be called acting!"
"That was a cry for survival."
"Honey, you turned the air conditioner down to ten degrees. You're clearly trying to freeze me, your only son, to death in the living room."
Su Qingge reached out and pushed his forehead, her fingertips touching his burning hot skin.
"Who told you to lie to me, and to make it known to the whole country?"
"I was thinking of letting you calm down outside, but who knew you'd hide your true colors so quickly and even dare to 'go on duty' and sneak into my bedroom."
Although she spoke toughly, the hint of reproach in her eyes had long since melted into gentle warmth.
Lin Zhou sensed her loosening and became even bolder in his actions.
With a swift movement, he pulled her into his shadow amidst her gasp of surprise.
"Honey, let's change the subject."
"Now that we've 'let the wolf into the house,' shouldn't we give the wolf some compensation?"
As Su Qingge looked at the handsome face so close to her, the image of him wearing a mask and shouting wildly on stage flashed through her mind.
That arrogant and unrestrained spirit intertwined with the tenderness in his eyes at this moment.
She suddenly reached out and hooked her arm around Lin Zhou's neck.
"This will not be repeated."
She murmured softly, leaned in, and gently pecked Lin Zhou's lips.
This kiss ignited a long-suppressed passion.
Lin Zhou felt a "boom" in his mind, and his original teasing thoughts were instantly overwhelmed by a surge of emotion.
He sealed those two warm, moist lips with his own, the action shifting from initial probing to fervent and profound.
This is not simply a matter of venting desires.
This is a complete fusion that has gone through concealment, misunderstanding, the truth coming to light, and the internet going wild.
Amidst her rapid breathing, Su Qingge felt an unprecedented sense of security.
She finally understood that the man full of warmth and homeliness in the kitchen and the dazzling king of singers on stage were actually the same person.
All his flamboyance was to prove himself, and all his forbearance was to protect himself.
Lin Zhou's movements were gentle yet aggressive.
He seemed to want to etch all the sweet words he had owed her over the past two months into her soul through his fingertips and his breath.
The cold wind outside the window was still howling, making the glass window tremble slightly.
But behind the heavy curtains lies another world, a world of tumultuous passion and tender intimacy.
Sweat trickled down Lin Zhou's back.
He breathed softly in Su Qingge's ear, calling her name.
Su Qingge gripped his shoulders tightly, her fingernails leaving faint red marks on his back.
The tremor that spread from her toes to the tips of her hair completely captivated her.
I don't know how much time has passed.
The storm finally subsided.
The bedroom returned to silence, with only the heavy breathing of the two of them mingling together.
Lin Zhou lay on his side, holding Su Qingge tightly in his arms. The two were like two pieces of a puzzle, so close that there was not a single gap.
Su Qingge closed her eyes, resting her cheek against his chest, listening to his strong and powerful heartbeat.
"Lin Zhou, if you ever dare to betray me in this life, I will..."
Her voice was hoarse, carrying a languid quality.
"So what?"
Lin Zhou gently stroked her long hair.
"I'll take Nuonuo and fly far away, so you'll never find us again in this lifetime."
Lin Zhou tightened his arms around her and planted a deep kiss on her forehead.
"Don't worry, I have such a beautiful and capable wife, and such an adorable daughter. Unless I've lost my mind, I'll stay by your side for the rest of my life."
"loquacious."
A satisfied smile appeared on Su Qingge's lips as she found a comfortable position in his arms and finally fell into a deep sleep.
……
Early the next morning.
The rising sun pierced through the morning mist, casting its golden rays into the master bedroom.
Lin Zhou was awakened by a playful ray of light.
He opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was Su Qingge's peaceful sleeping face.
In the sunlight, her long eyelashes cast a small shadow, and the usually aloof and arrogant diva was now as docile as a porcelain doll.
This feeling of tranquility made Lin Zhou feel that staying up in the cold last night was the most worthwhile investment he had ever made.
"Plan is in place."
He silently mouthed something to the ceiling.
Just as he was getting up to prepare the life-saving "reconciliation breakfast".
A few kilometers away, in Beijing's CBD.
This is the place in the entire city that beats the most violently.
Inside an office building that was entirely black, resembling a huge, cold tombstone.
The top-floor office was drawn with heavy blackout curtains.
The room was dark and oppressive, with only the air purifier silently flashing a green light.
Behind the large mahogany desk, a man was hidden in the shadows.
On the screen in front of him, the moment of the masked singer's unmasking from last night's "King of Mask Singer" was playing on repeat.
The image freezes on a close-up of Lin Zhou and Su Qingge embracing tightly amidst golden ribbons.
"Ha, Lin Zhou."
The man in the shadows let out a cold snort.
His voice was hoarse and somber, as if it had been rubbed on rough sandpaper.
"King of Singers? Director? gigolo?"
"It seems that the Su family's dog is much better hidden than I thought."
A slightly pale hand emerged from the shadows.
On his middle finger, a huge blood-red gemstone ring emitted an eerie light under the refraction of the screen's light.
The man held a half-smoked cigar between his fingers.
He stared blankly at Lin Zhou's spirited, smiling face in the photo.
Then.
He slowly pressed his cigar toward a photograph next to the ashtray.
Those were candid photos taken when the two registered their marriage.
"Zzz—"
Mars spreads across the photo.
At last.
The man used the end of his cigar to poke Lin Zhou hard on the forehead, leaving a charred, lifeless X.
"Zhou Lixing".
The man in the shadows suddenly shouted.
"Young Master, I'm here."
The office door was pushed open, and a young man in a suit and tie with a fierce look bent down.
"The plan targeting Starry Sky Media can begin."
The man tossed the photo aside and leaned back in his boss's chair.
"I don't want to hear this name in this industry anymore."
Zhou Lixing lowered his head, his tone respectful yet tinged with bloodlust.
"I understand. I'll let him know that this industry isn't one where you can get by just by singing a few songs."
The office returned to silence.
Only the photo with the cross marked on it lay quietly on the ground.
"Lin Zhou, your glory ends here."