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

Chapter 304 What is a doting husband? This is it!

Lin Zhou carefully settled Su Qingge, who was finally full and resting on the soft leather couch.

He gently pulled up the thin blanket to make sure the indoor temperature control system was set at a comfortable 26 degrees Celsius before turning and walking towards the terrace.

Pushing open the glass door, the cool night breeze instantly dissipated the aroma of chili oil from the room.

Lin Zhou leaned against the railing and swiped the dark gold phone whose signal was beating wildly.

At this moment, the global business elites' social groups were in complete uproar.

A top-tier global energy summit, involving Middle Eastern energy development and with a total value exceeding three hundred billion US dollars, is being held in Dubai.

Major conglomerates and even energy ministers from several countries were all present.

The only man who should have been sitting in the main seat and held the final pricing power had mysteriously disappeared.

"Where is General Manager Lin? He won't even take a video conference for a contract of this caliber?"

A German energy tycoon was frantically asking questions in the group chat.

"Could there be some serious internal change within the Lin family?"

Immediately afterwards, a financial tycoon from New York also joined in the speculation.

Half a minute later, Lin Zhou's assistant calmly replied with a photo on that secret internal communication channel.

The background of the photo is blurred, but you can clearly see Lin Zhou's long, strong fingertips, intently peeling a green orange.

The caption was simple: "Mr. Lin is peeling oranges for the boss's wife, refusing any harassment involving money."

The entire group fell into a deathly silence.

A "empire" worth three hundred billion US dollars is no match for a sour green orange?

This absurd yet realistic action caused the outside world's evaluation of Lin Zhou as "preferring beauty to power" to reach its peak at this moment.

He no longer needs to prove his strength through wealth; his current strength is simply reflected in whether he can give Su Qingge a good night's sleep.

"Old Chen, come here for a second."

Lin Zhou ignored the noise in the group chat. He hung up the phone, which was already burning hot from the missed call, and waved towards the shadows.

Old Chen appeared behind him nimbly, his expression respectful.

"Young Master, all the hot pot chefs have left, and the traces have been cleaned up."

"These things are not important."

Lin Zhou turned around, his eyes instantly turning stern.

"From now on, the electronic shielding network of Xishan Fortress will be doubled."

"The frequencies of all mobile base stations must be filtered by the AI. I need to minimize the magnetic field interference around Qingge."

"Microwave radiation that could potentially affect fetal development is absolutely prohibited within a three-kilometer radius."

Old Chen opened his mouth in surprise.

"Young Master, that's military-grade defense; our employees' communications might be affected."

"Then let them use walkie-talkies, or write letters."

Lin Zhou waved his hand arrogantly, his tone leaving no room for argument.

"What I need is absolute security, understand?"

"Understood, young master, I'll take care of it right away."

Lin Zhou looked up at the night sky again, the coldness in his eyes gradually fading, replaced by a deep worry.

He possesses a god-level system and wealth beyond measure, but what he fears most now is the kind of unseen and intangible sudden accident.

This extreme protectiveness might seem almost pathological to outsiders, but in Lin Zhou's eyes, it was just the beginning of making up for what he owed seven years ago.

Just then, the sound of Old Chen's footsteps, which had just retreated, hurriedly returned.

He clutched an urgent communicator flashing red in his hand, his face flushed with extreme excitement.

"Young Master! A secret report has arrived from Los Angeles!"

"They say the 'shadow company's' attempts to block information have failed because another layer of information can no longer be suppressed!"

Lin Zhou frowned slightly and took the communicator.

"What kind of news could make those rats unable to keep it quiet?"

Old Chen's voice trembled on the other end of the phone, a genuine excitement born from extreme pride.

"This is an official announcement from the Grammy Awards organizing committee!"

"Miss Su... no, Madam! She's not only shortlisted!"

"She is the only Chinese singer in Grammy history to be nominated for all three core awards—Album of the Year, Song of the Year, and Best New Artist—with a Mandarin single this year!"

This news was like a powerful thunderclap, instantly piercing the night sky over Xishan.

This is no longer the result of capital operations; it is a victory of pure talent charging headlong into the world's top music scene.

Chinese music has never before achieved such terrifying dominance on that stage that is known as the global trendsetter for pop music.

Lin Zhou tightened his grip on the communicator slightly, a complex look flashing in his eyes.

He originally planned to "hide" Su Qingge at home.

But now it seems that this most dazzling pearl is destined to shine all over the world.

"Young Master, the entire Chinese music scene has gone crazy! Domestic and international media outlets have practically burst the cell tower in front of our house!"

Old Chen added excitedly.

"They all want to know, where is this soon-to-be-deified queen of Mandopop now?"

Lin Zhou turned his head and looked at Su Qingge, who was fast asleep and peaceful in the bedroom.

A lazy yet domineering smile curved his lips.

"Tell them."

"The diva is sleeping. Anyone who dares to wake her will have their career permanently terminated."

"Well... the Grammy invitation has arrived, should we accept it or not?"

Old Chen asked cautiously.

Lin Zhou squinted and tapped his fingers lightly on the railing.

This is an opportunity that could drive any artist crazy, and it's also a knot in Su Qingge's heart that has been tied up for many years.

"catch."

Lin Zhou uttered a single word crisply.

"Since they want to see miracles, let's go to Los Angeles and put on the biggest show for them."

"But what about the lady's health..."

"With me here, the sky won't fall down."

Lin Zhou hung up the call and looked back into the distance.

He knew that this trip to Los Angeles was not just about receiving an award.

Those shadowy companies hiding in the shadows, and the remnants of those forces that once harmed Su Qingge.

They probably thought that pregnant women were the best target.

"You're overthinking it."

Lin Zhou sneered.

"Old Chen, notify the crew that I need the plane to be on standby as soon as possible."

"This time, I'm going to show the whole world what a true doting husband is."

"Understood, young master. I'll go and order a bulletproof dress for Madam right away!"

Old Chen turned and ran away.

Lin Zhou re-entered the bedroom and gently sat down on the edge of the bed.

He looked at Su Qingge's sleeping face and murmured softly.

"Qingge, this time when you go to receive the award, all you need to do is look beautiful."

"The rest of the dirty and tiring work will be left to me, the 'family member'."

Su Qingge seemed to sense something in her dream, and slightly pursed her lips.

That was the prelude to the most glorious chapter in Chinese music, and also the most domineering act of support in Lin Zhou's career as a godfather.

"Lin Zhou... Orange..."

Su Qingge muttered something in her sleep.

Lin Zhou chuckled and reached out to gently scratch the tip of her nose.

"Sleep now, and when you wake up tomorrow, the whole world will be kneeling at your feet."

"Young Master, the helicopter outside is warmed up. When shall we depart?"

Old Chen asked for instructions in a low voice outside the door.