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

Chapter 364 Lin Zhou was somewhat reluctant to part: Thanks, Brother Tongzi

"My mission is accomplished. Those guys on Wall Street will have to see if I give them the chance to cause trouble." Lin Zhou pulled Su Qingge back to the bedroom. He sent Old Chen away. He stood by the window, looking at the starry sky outside. The sea breeze ruffled his clothes. The cold interface that had been with him for ten years was now just a faint glimmer in his mind.

[The unbinding process is 99.9% complete.] The red text gradually faded, replaced by a pure white expanse, like the first snowflakes falling. Lin Zhou stared blankly at the night sky. At this moment, his usual wildness was gone, replaced by a heavy, oppressive feeling. A man's intuition told him that the guy who was usually so talkative and loved to issue ridiculous tasks was truly going to disappear completely into the microscopic depths of the universe.

"Hey, System, are you really just leaving like that?" He muttered uncomfortably in his mind. "At least leave a way to contact her. What if some clueless brat tries to scam her when Nuonuo grows up? Who am I supposed to ask for enhancement items?" Only a deathly silence answered him. The usual signature "Ding, host is detecting overthinking" didn't arrive. This time, Lin Zhou gave a self-deprecating laugh. His throat tightened.

He recalled his early days in this world. Penniless, bearing the lingering injuries inflicted by the lackeys of the Lin family in Beijing. If it weren't for the system unexpectedly providing him with his first vial of life gene optimization fluid, he might have died long ago in the branch office's storage room. Later, he went to the hospital to accompany his wife during childbirth, fought those old Jews on Wall Street, and even managed to completely destroy the Western industrial landscape in Hollywood, effectively changing its ownership to Chinese ownership. Behind every step of this journey, this cold, mechanical system was secretly using data to help him identify and fill any gaps. Although it often forced him to argue with kindergarten teachers, without this system, even if Lin Zhou were made of iron and could crush a few enemies, he couldn't guarantee the absolute safety of his entire family.

The ruthless images of capital's strangulation completely faded away at that moment. Lin Zhou sighed. He raised his head, facing the slightly salty and humid night wind of the South Pacific, and gently closed his sharp eyes that could instantly cause global stock markets to crash. A thousand words ultimately melted on the tip of his tongue into a tacit understanding that belonged to men—the purest and most secretive.

"Thanks, Brother Tongzi." Lin Zhou murmured softly in the dead of night, a voice only he could hear. This gratitude. He had kept it hidden inside for ten whole years. He always called him "Damn Brother Tongzi" all the time, but when it came to this moment of parting ways, he realized that even he, a financial tyrant accustomed to dominating everything, could feel such a deep reluctance towards a piece of cold code.

*Ding—* A faint, almost imperceptible sound echoed in his mind. It was like a delicate string being gently plucked under the starry sky. The system interface that had always enveloped Lin Zhou's consciousness, giving him boundless confidence, instantly dimmed. All the micro-data, all the hidden achievement dashboards, plunged into the deepest darkness. The unbinding was complete. From that moment on, there was no longer a "Host Lin Zhou" in this world. Free from the constraints of missions, free from the threat of punishment, he was no longer a pawn pushed forward by the causal device. He was simply Lin Zhou—an ordinary man with a trillion-dollar trust base, a beautiful wife and children, and the ability to spend his days on an island feeding chickens in his underwear.

"Honey, why are you still standing there in the wind?" Su Qingge's slightly drowsy voice suddenly came from the direction of the large bed. She rubbed her beautiful peach blossom eyes with her fair arm, her silk nightgown slightly disheveled, revealing a large expanse of fair and smooth skin. She looked at Lin Zhou's back with a hint of reproach.

Lin Zhou snapped out of his thoughts. He turned around, the complex bitterness on his face vanishing instantly. In its place was the same roguish and shameless air that usually made Su Qingge grit her teeth. "Here it comes, here it comes. Didn't some blind mosquito try to steal my son's bottle just now, and I took care of it overnight, crossing the ocean to get rid of it?" Lin Zhou casually took off his bathrobe and pounced on his wife, pulling her into his arms without any regard for propriety.

Su Qingge was amused by his little gestures, and somewhat disdainfully pushed against his broad chest with her small hand. "Stop it, you're freezing cold, go and make the fireplace in the hall bigger." "No way, the fireplace isn't as warm as my wife's arms." Lin Zhou shamelessly buried his head in the crook of her shoulder. He took a deep breath. Smelling the familiar scent of gardenias in her hair, the emptiness in his heart caused by the system's departure was instantly filled to the brim. This was his world. This was the prosperous era he had risked his life for ten years to preserve. Even if his mind was now so clear that not even a single piece of basic code remained, as long as those warm little hands were still in his arms, he would still be the most invincible god in the world.

In the small room next door, Nuonuo, perhaps dreaming of snatching some spicy five-spice strips again, suddenly let out a bright laugh in her sleep. "Hehe...hit him!" the little girl mumbled indistinctly.

Hearing the sound, Su Qingge couldn't help but pinch Lin Zhou's waist hard. "Look at the good girl you raised, she's always dreaming about fighting." "That's called being a heroine, not inferior to a man. In the future, if Lin An is bullied at school, we'll have to rely on his sister to settle things." Lin Zhou chuckled and gave his wife a cheeky peck on her red lips.

"Old Chen, Old Chen?" Lin Zhou whispered twice into his earpiece, feeling a little uneasy. Previously, the system would automatically connect him to the signal whenever he had a thought. But now, he had to honestly press the pure silver physical button hidden under the bedside table.

"Young Master, this old servant is here. Is there anything you need so late?" Old Chen's voice still sounded reliable, though slightly hoarse from just waking up. Lin Zhou stroked his chin.

"Tomorrow morning, have someone stew those chickens in the backyard that don't lay eggs." Lin Zhou rolled over, hugged his wife tighter, and lazily gave the order into the phone. "I don't need the system to determine tasks anymore. Tonight, I'm going to settle my score with those old hens myself." Old Chen was completely dumbfounded on the other end of the phone.

"Young master... what grudge do you have with a few chickens?" Old Chen asked, both amused and exasperated.

"Stop talking nonsense, just stew it as I tell you to. Remember, add some wild ginseng from the island." Lin Zhou slammed down the call.

"Lin Zhou, why are you picking on a few chickens in the middle of the night? Are you sick?" Su Qingge nestled in his arms, her peach blossom eyes filled with teasing glints.