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

Chapter 194 Father-in-law's Arrogance: Hmph, I'm doing this for Nuonuo's milk powder

That "humph" was drawn out with a long, drawn-out ending.

He seemed out of place in the president's office, which had just been filled with passion and emotion.

Lin Zhou was just about to shed two crocodile tears when he was forced to swallow them back by this cold snort.

He raised his head blankly.

Su Zhentian, who had just reached the door, suddenly turned around.

The slight look of satisfaction that a father-in-law might have had when looking at his son-in-law vanished instantly.

Instead, he wore a deliberately stiff, cold, and iron-like poker face.

"Kid."

Su Zhentian extended his index finger, the one he used to hold a pen for years, and tapped Lin Zhou's nose from a distance.

"What you just said was even better than what you sang."

"However, stop patting yourself on the back."

Lin Zhou was stunned: "Huh?"

Su Zhentian stood with his hands behind his back and his chin slightly raised, adopting an arrogant and condescending posture.

"Don't think that I've condescended to make this trip today to bail you out or to save your lousy company."

"I, Su Zhentian, am not so idle as to be!"

Su Qingge was also stunned, and stepped forward to look at her father with a puzzled expression.

"Dad, what's wrong with you...?"

"I'm doing this for my granddaughter!"

Su Zhentian raised his voice confidently, as if he were making some important declaration.

"If that brat from the Zhou family really bankrupts Starry Sky Media, you two will be left starving."

"But what about my granddaughter?"

"She's so young, she's at the stage where she's growing!"

"If you can't even afford to eat, how can my granddaughter have money to buy milk powder?"

"My precious granddaughter, Su Zhentian's daughter, absolutely cannot go without food!"

His words were righteous and forceful, resounding with conviction.

The entire office fell into a deathly silence.

Three seconds later.

Lin Zhou and Su Qingge exchanged a silent glance.

Their shoulders began to tremble unnaturally at the same time.

"puff……"

Lin Zhou couldn't hold it in any longer, so he quickly bit his lip hard and forced the laughter back down his throat.

Su Qingge also suppressed her laughter, her beautiful peach blossom eyes curving into crescents.

"What are you laughing at?"

Su Zhentian blushed, but forced himself to remain calm as he glared at the two of them.

"What's so funny? Am I wrong?"

"dad……"

Su Qingge walked over, took her father's arm, and laughed heartily.

"Nuonuo is already in the middle class of kindergarten this year."

"She stopped drinking formula when she was two and a half years old, and now she eats braised pork and spare ribs with every meal."

"This morning, she even ate two bowls of rice in one go."

"Why would we need to spend money on baby formula?"

The lie was exposed ruthlessly to his face, or was it exposed by his own leaky little cotton-padded jacket (a metaphor for his own shortcomings).

Su Zhentian's hands, which were holding walnuts, froze in mid-air.

The two exquisite lion heads, which were spinning so fast, almost fell to the floor because of the trembling hands.

Su Zhentian, a respected figure in the cultural world and a reclusive tycoon, wished he could disappear into the ground.

His usually stern face visibly turned a deep liver color.

"Ahem!"

Su Zhentian coughed heavily twice to cover up his lame excuse.

"That's...that's high-calcium milk! Nutritious milk!"

"Don't babies need milk to grow? You don't know anything!"

He flung Su Qingge's hand away and, in a fit of rage, straightened the hem of his Zhongshan suit.

"Alright, I'm too lazy to waste my breath on you guys."

I checked my watch; Nuonuo will be out of school soon. I need to go pick up my precious granddaughter.

As he walked to the door, Su Zhentian seemed to remember something.

He stopped and turned around to glare fiercely at Lin Zhou.

There was a strong warning in his eyes.

"Lin Zhou, listen to me carefully."

"This kind of thing should not happen again."

"From now on, you'll have to deal with these messes in the business world yourself."

"Don't make this old man show his face all the time."

"If my son-in-law, Su Zhentian's son-in-law, can't even handle this little storm, then he should get out of here as soon as possible!"

Lin Zhou immediately stood up straight, stood at attention, and gave a very poor salute.

"Don't worry, Father-in-law!"

"If any of these clueless fleas jump around again, I'll break their legs."

"There's absolutely no need for you to trouble yourself!"

"Hmph, glib tongue."

Su Zhentian snorted coldly again.

But this time, his tone clearly carried an undisguised smile.

He didn't stay any longer.

Turning around, he strode confidently, leading the group of bank managers and bodyguards who were still somewhat weak in the knees, and left Starry Sky Media in a grand procession.

In the corridor, the old man's loud and reprimanding voice could still be faintly heard:

"Hurry up! If Nuonuo loses even an ounce of weight from hunger, I'll hold you all responsible!"

Until the footsteps in the corridor completely disappeared.

Su Qingge finally breathed a long sigh of relief.

She felt as if all her strength had been drained, and leaned limply into Lin Zhou's arms.

"Honey, you scared me to death!"

"I thought the starry sky was really going to change hands today."

Lin Zhou took the opportunity to wrap his arms around her slender waist, resting his chin on the top of her head, greedily inhaling that familiar fragrance.

outside the window.

The Hongqi sedan with special license plates, escorted by several black Mercedes-Benzes, slowly drove away from the building plaza.

Lin Zhou looked at the train convoy, a warm smile curving his lips.

"Honey, Dad is such a... stubborn tsundere."

Su Qingge chuckled and gently punched Lin Zhou in the chest.

"You're getting bolder and bolder, even daring to tease my dad."

"but……"

She looked up, her eyes sparkling with the relief of surviving a close call.

"Thank you, honey."

"The way you stood in front of me in the conference room just now was really cool."

"That's right."

Lin Zhou raised an eyebrow with an air of arrogance.

"Your husband is not only a great singer and a delicious cook, but he's also a professional at protecting his wife."

The two looked at each other and smiled.

The storm stirred up by Dynasty Entertainment finally dissipated after Su Zhentian's scathing critique.

The crisis is over.

Starry Sky Media not only did not collapse, but its reputation reached an unprecedented peak due to the huge traffic and Su Zhentian's endorsement.

Sunlight pierced through the clouds and streamed back into the spacious CEO's office.

The years are quiet.

Just as Lin Zhou was about to lower his head and ask his wife for a passionate kiss to "survive the ordeal".

"Buzz—Buzz—"

The phone in my pocket suddenly emitted a very muffled vibration.

It doesn't have the crisp notification sound of WeChat.

Instead, it's a vibration frequency with special permissions set up, one that makes people's hearts skip a beat.

Lin Zhou's movements suddenly stopped.

He released Su Qingge and took out his phone from his pocket.

A black envelope icon popped up on the screen.

That was the encrypted email address he used to receive highly confidential information from the system, or extremely private clues.

Lin Zhou originally thought it was a congratulatory message from investment banks that wanted to curry favor with Starry Sky Media, or an apology letter from some opportunistic partners.

But he was wrong.

The email lay alone in the inbox, exuding a cold, damp, and lifeless aura.

"What's wrong? Who called?"

Su Qingge noticed his body tense up instantly and looked up in confusion.

Lin Zhou did not answer immediately.

His pupils contracted to the size of pinpoints the instant he saw the email title.

That languid and carefree air that had just faded away.

In a second, it was replaced by an extremely dangerous cold.

The email had no sender; it only contained a string of gibberish.

But the email's title was like a rusty dagger, piercing deep into Lin Zhou's deepest memories.

Do you want to know the real cause of that car accident seven years ago?

seven years ago.

car accident.

These two words, like two bolts of lightning, cleaved open the dark corner of the original owner's mind that had been sealed deep within.

The despair of brake failure.

A harsh metallic scraping sound.

And the raging fire...

Lin Zhou's knuckles, gripping the phone tightly, turned slightly white from excessive force.

Beneath the seemingly calm surface of the lake, there lurked a deadly reef.

"Honey? Why do you look so pale?"

Su Qingge looked at him with concern and reached out to touch his forehead.

"Were you startled just now? Or are you feeling unwell?"

Lin Zhou took a deep breath.

He quickly turned off the screen, suppressing the overwhelming killing intent deep in his heart.

When he turned his head, he had already put on that gentle and nonchalant smile again.

"fine."

He took Su Qingge's slightly cool hand in his own, his tone as calm as if he were asking what they would eat for dinner.

"He's just a piece of trash. Let's go, honey, let's go pick up that little glutton who's been crying for milk powder."