ocean-life In a daze, Lin Zhou called out "System" once in Chapter 161.
In a daze, Lin Zhou called out "System" once in Chapter 161.
The van, like a giant cradle, glided smoothly through the night sky of Beijing.
The carriage was quiet, with only the white mist from the humidifier swirling in the dim light of the reading lamp.
Su Qingge sat sideways next to the leather seat, holding a warm, damp towel in her hand, gently wiping the sweat from Lin Zhou's forehead.
Her movements were as light as if she were touching a fragile piece of porcelain, and the aloofness that usually belonged to a diva in her eyes had long since melted into a puddle of water.
Looking at that face, she felt both angry and amused.
He clearly has a low alcohol tolerance, but he insists on showing off.
At the banquet just now, those old foxes kept toasting him, and he accepted every toast, displaying the heroic spirit of a Liangshan hero.
Now look what's happened; he's just a drunken cat that keeps whimpering.
"Fool."
Su Qingge gently poked his burning cheek with her fingertip and whispered a reproachful rebuke.
"Can't drink but still forcing yourself? Does she think she's made of iron?"
Lin Zhou seemed to sense the disturbance on his face, and his brows furrowed even more.
He rolled over uncomfortably, curling up and resting his head against Su Qingge's lower abdomen, finding a comfortable spot to rub against her.
The warm breath seeped through the thin fabric of the dress, making Su Qingge's heart tremble.
She sighed, running her fingers through his sweat-dampened short hair, idly combing it.
"I'll let it slide tonight since you've worked so hard."
"Wait till you wake up, and I'll see how I deal with you."
Just as she was about to unscrew the thermos and feed him some more honey water.
Lin Zhou, who was sleeping soundly, suddenly twitched without warning.
Immediately afterwards, his hands began to frantically grab at the air, as if grasping at some lifeline or grabbing someone's collar.
The force was so great that the sound of the wind it generated could be clearly heard.
"Don't run away..."
"Stop right there!"
His voice was hoarse, carrying an unprecedented urgency and...greed?
Su Qingge was startled and almost dropped the thermos in her hand.
She quickly leaned down and brought her mouth close to his, thinking he was feeling unwell or about to vomit.
"What's wrong, honey? Are you feeling nauseous? The trash can's over here..."
However, Lin Zhou completely ignored her gentleness.
He was trapped in that bizarre dream, staring intently at the system interface in his mind that was only pretending to be dead, and was furious.
Five billion!
That's five billion in box office revenue!
Given the system's track record, how much reward will be given out?
But this damn system actually froze at this crucial moment? Is it playing dead?
Lin Zhou panicked, he was really panicked.
In his dream, he grabbed the tail of the virtual orb of light; in reality, his hand gripped Su Qingge's expensive skirt tightly, his knuckles turning white.
"system……"
"You fucking... stop pretending to be dead..."
Although the sound was muffled, the pronunciation of these words was exceptionally clear.
Su Qingge's hand, which was wiping his sweat, suddenly froze in mid-air.
Her gentle, tender gaze froze instantly.
The air inside the carriage seemed to drop to freezing point in an instant.
Unification?
What kind of bucket?
A glutton? A toilet?
wrong.
Su Qingge's top-tier radar, typical of women, activated instantly at this moment, going full power.
The tone, the way it was delivered through gritted teeth, carried a hint of familiarity, and even a touch of coquetry...
It's definitely not calling out any object!
This is calling for help!
Moreover, judging from the name...
Xi Tong?
hope Tong?
Xitong?
Or is it Xi Tong?
Regardless of which two characters they are, the pronunciation sounds exactly like a woman's name!
Moreover, it's the kind of name that sounds like a weak, scheming woman, someone who's only good at seducing other women's husbands!
Su Qingge's heart skipped a beat and then began to race.
An uncontrollable sour feeling, mixed with shock and anger, shot from the soles of my feet straight to the top of my head like a volcanic eruption.
You, Lin Zhou!
They hid it well!
He usually acts like the perfect husband in front of me, always saying he only loves me.
The results of it?
Now that he's drunk, his true colors are finally showing!
He even calls out other women's names in his dreams!
Are you telling them to stop pretending to be dead?
What kind of indecent language is this? What kind of erotic play is this?
Su Qingge gritted her teeth, her beautiful peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, radiating a killing intent even more fierce than when Fairy Zixia drew her sword.
She didn't react immediately, but held her breath, her ear almost touching Lin Zhou's lips.
She wanted to hear just how much of a vixen this "Xitong" really was!
It seemed to be to confirm her guess.
Lin Zhou shifted his body restlessly again, his brow furrowed, his face showing unsatisfied desire.
He released his grip on the hem of her skirt and then made an exaggerated gesture in the air.
He muttered in his sleep a phrase that was enough to sentence him to life imprisonment:
"I...I've already earned five billion..."
"Why... haven't you given me a reward yet...?"
"Hurry...I need to...I need to draw that..."
"Give me a big one..."
boom--!
Su Qingge felt that the string of "reason" in her mind had completely snapped.
Five billion?
A reward?
Do you want a bigger one?
The amount of information was so overwhelming that she almost suffocated.
It turns out he not only had lovers outside, but also financial dealings with them!
Five billion!
This number is exactly the box office figure for "A Chinese Odyssey"!
Su Qingge instantly imagined a spectacular drama:
Lin Zhou worked hard to make movies, but the money he earned wasn't for his family; it was to support that woman named "hope Tong"!
And judging from his tone, it seems like he's asking that woman for some kind of "reward"?
What kind of reward requires a five billion dollar foundation?
Do you want a "bigger" one?
What kind of shady deal is this? Or is it some kind of obscene talk?
"Great...very good!"
Su Qingge laughed in anger, her voice as cold as if she had been pulled out of an ice cellar.
She flung the wet towel away from her hand with such force that it looked like she was trying to shake off something dirty.
Looking at the man in front of her, still entangled with his mistress in his dream, she really wanted to kick him out of the car.
"Lin Zhou, you're something else."
"He usually seems so honest and unassuming, I never imagined he was such a cunning schemer behind the scenes!"
"Even I've never heard of this woman named 'Xitong.' You've kept this a secret perfectly!"
The more I think about it, the angrier I get, and the angrier I get, the more wronged I feel.
She was just feeling sorry for him, wiping his sweat and feeding him water, but he was dreaming about another woman!
This feeling of betrayal is a million times worse than when she was being attacked online.
"Isn't it just 'hope Tong'?"
"I'll see just who this person is!"
Su Qingge took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the tears welling up in her eyes.
She doesn't want to cry.
Now she is the Empress, and she is Sun Wukong who is going to capture demons!
Her gaze was sharp as lightning, quickly locking onto Lin Zhou's suit pocket at his side.
There, bulging, was his cell phone.
Without hesitation, Su Qingge reached out and pulled out her phone.
The screen lights up.
It needs to be unlocked.
She grabbed Lin Zhou's still flailing hand and, regardless of his willingness, pressed his thumb firmly into the fingerprint recognition area.
"Click".
Unlocked successfully.
At that moment, Su Qingge's fingers trembled slightly.
She stared intently at the green WeChat icon, her eyes flashing with a fury that seemed to burn through the phone screen.
"Xitong, right?"
"I'm going to find you today!"