FWF Chapter 69 The Zhang Family! Finally, we can escape the camera and enjoy some time alone together.
Chapter 69 The Zhang Family! Finally, we can escape the camera and enjoy some time alone together.
On the highway, the black van resembled a shark swimming into the deep sea, moving smoothly and quietly.
Without the flashing red cameras and the ubiquitous microphones, the air in the carriage seemed to relax instantly, like a sponge with its bones removed.
Nuonuo was fast asleep in her high chair, her little mouth slightly open, occasionally smacking her lips, as if she was still reminiscing about the seafood feast in her dream.
Lin Zhou leaned back in his leather chair, turning his head to look at the neon lights rushing past outside the window.
The city lights are dazzling, a stark contrast to the starry sky of Peach Blossom Village.
Are you tired?
A soft voice asked from beside me.
Lin Zhou turned around and met Su Qingge's eyes, which had let down their guard. She took off her sunglasses and curled up in the large chair, looking less sharp on stage and more languid on her way home.
"good."
Lin Zhou reached out and pulled the blanket back up for her, his fingertips accidentally brushing against her earlobe, causing Su Qingge to flinch slightly. "But you, you have to record shows, manage the company, and keep those people from causing trouble. Can you handle it?"
"I'm used to it."
Su Qingge replied casually, then, as if remembering something, a playful smile appeared on her lips:
"But this time it was quite unexpected. I never thought that my husband, who only knew how to spend money, was actually a hidden all-rounder."
"What? You admire me now?"
Lin Zhou raised an eyebrow, his usual irreverent attitude returning. "There's still time to line up and get a number. I'm a fan-favorite."
"You wish."
Su Qingge rolled her eyes at him, but instead of arguing back as she had before, she leaned her head on his shoulder.
My hair felt slightly cool and carried a familiar fragrance.
Lin Zhou's body stiffened for a moment, then relaxed and adjusted to a more comfortable position.
The carriage was quiet, with only the slight noise of tires rolling over the ground.
This unspoken understanding flows between the two, like aged wine, with a powerful aftertaste.
After an unknown amount of time, the car gradually slowed down.
The view outside the window changed from a bustling city to a quiet tree-lined avenue, and the streetlights along the roadside also became retro and sophisticated.
"Mr. Lin, Ms. Su, we've arrived at Cloud Top Manor."
The driver's voice broke the silence inside the car.
The gate slowly opened, revealing the Cloud Top Manor, the most exclusive upscale residential area in Beijing, behind the intricately carved cast iron gate.
Although he had the original owner's memories in his mind, when Lin Zhou saw the French-style detached villa in front of him, which covered several thousand square meters and had its own fountain garden and private swimming pool, he couldn't help but exclaim "Holy crap!"
This is not home.
This is clearly a castle.
Just two days ago I was living next to pigs in a drafty tile-roofed house, and today I'm back in this money-burning den where every inch of land is precious.
This huge drop is even more thrilling than riding a roller coaster.
"arrive?"
Su Qingge rubbed her eyes, got up from Lin Zhou's shoulder, and resumed her usual aloof and dignified demeanor.
The moment the car came to a stop, the villa gate opened.
A middle-aged woman in a neat uniform walked out quickly, with a kind and professional smile on her face.
"Sir, Madam, you're back."
This is Aunt Wang, our family's top-notch nanny.
"Aunt Wang, be quiet, Nuonuo is asleep."
Su Qingge lowered her voice and gave him instructions.
Aunt Wang skillfully took the sleeping Nuonuo from the car, her movements as gentle as if she were holding a fragile piece of tofu, without even disturbing the little one's eyelids.
"Hot water is ready. I'll take Miss to wash up and rest now. Madam, you've been working hard for the past few days, so please get some rest as well."
Aunt Wang is an extremely perceptive person.
She took the child, without even asking a single question about the program, and turned to walk to the children's room on the second floor, leaving the downstairs space entirely to the young couple who had just gone through "hardship together".
As Aunt Wang's figure disappeared around the corner of the stairs, the large living room instantly fell silent.
Only Lin Zhou and Su Qingge remained.
The enormous crystal chandelier cast an ambiguous warm light, illuminating the polished marble floor and reflecting a hazy glow.
The atmosphere suddenly became somewhat subtle.
There were no children interrupting, and no outsiders present.
In this empty mansion, it seemed as if only their breathing could be heard.
Lin Zhou stood in the entryway, watching Su Qingge change her shoes.
She bent over, her long neck forming a graceful arc, a few strands of hair falling beside her cheek. The legs he had carried on his back in the mud were now encased in loose wide-legged trousers, yet one could still imagine their astonishing straightness and length.
"What are you looking at?"
Su Qingge changed into her slippers, straightened up, and gave him a half-smile.
"Look at the beautiful women."
Lin Zhou answered confidently, even taking a step forward to trap her between himself and the shoe cabinet, "What? You won't even let me look at my own wife?"
If it were in the past, Su Qingge would definitely have pushed him away and given him a cold look.
But not today.
She simply tilted her head slightly, and her phoenix eyes, which usually carried a coldness, now seemed like thawing spring water, sparkling and carrying a hint of alluring charm.
"You can look at it."
Su Qingge extended a finger and gently touched Lin Zhou's chest, sliding it down the buttons of his shirt, one by one:
"But what's the point of just looking at it?"
boom--!
Lin Zhou felt the string of "reason" in his mind snap.
This woman!
This is playing with fire!
"Wife, are you implying something?" Lin Zhou grabbed her hand that was messing with his chest, his voice instantly becoming hoarse.
"hint?"
Su Qingge chuckled, withdrew her hand, and turned to walk towards the stairs.
She walked slowly, each step graceful and swaying.
Halfway there, she suddenly stopped and turned around.
Looking down at Lin Zhou, who was standing in the center of the living room, his body burning with heat.
That look in his eyes held three parts teasing, seven parts shyness, and ten parts anticipation.
"I'm going to change my clothes."
Her voice was soft, yet it was like a feather, scratching hard at Lin Zhou's heart:
"Wait for me in the master bedroom."
"Remember... to lock the door."