area51novel Chapter 107 Lin Zhou panicked: Wife, I just went to buy soy sauce
Chapter 107 Lin Zhou panicked: Wife, I just went to buy soy sauce
The words "housewife," delivered through the microphone, were like a bucket of cold water poured over the boiling air in the studio.
The audience looked at each other in bewilderment, their newly ignited curiosity instantly extinguished by half.
Not an insider?
The man with superstar singing skills who could sing "Wukong" with such power actually married an ordinary housewife.
On the judges' panel, Su Qingge's fingers tightened around the microphone, her knuckles turning white. The anticipation and excitement that had been almost overflowing in her phoenix eyes behind the mask froze instantly, then turned into an incredulous look of astonishment.
ordinary?
housewife?
Is this how I am in your heart?
Su Qingge took a deep breath, her chest heaving violently. She stared intently at the black figure on the stage, and the intuition that "he is Lin Zhou" had just arisen in her heart began to waver greatly at this moment.
That bastard Lin Zhou, though he's usually foul-mouthed, would never lie on such a crucial matter. If he really is the Prince of Lanling, and has already admitted to having a daughter, why doesn't he dare admit to having a wife?
unless…
Am I just overthinking things? Or is this really just a coincidence?
"Okay, thank you for your excellent answer, Mr. Lanling Wang!"
The host, sensing the awkward atmosphere, quickly stepped in to smooth things over, saying, "Please, Mr. Lanling Wang, go to the backstage rest area to await the final advancement results."
The stage lights dimmed.
Lin Zhou felt as if he had been granted a pardon.
He didn't even dare to look at the judges' panel again before turning and leaving, his steps so fast it was as if a dog was chasing him.
As soon as he entered the backstage passage and avoided the blind spots of the cameras, Lin Zhou instantly collapsed against the cold wall, panting heavily.
That was too dangerous.
That was really dangerous.
Even through the mask, Su Qingge's gaze just now felt like an X-ray scan to him. If he had stayed in that gaze for even a second longer, he felt he would have knelt down on the spot and cried, "Wife, I was wrong."
"Commander, quick! Disengage from disguise!"
Lin Zhou screamed in his mind as he rushed into the storage room, which had no surveillance cameras.
[Ding! God-level disguise dispelled.]
His black hoodie and cargo pants vanished instantly, replaced by the cheap T-shirt and shorts he had worn when he arrived.
Lin Zhou wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and was about to push the door open when he suddenly stopped.
wrong.
He went back empty-handed. How can he explain the twenty minutes that just disappeared?
The excuse of "making a fuss about needing to pee" is too lame; Su Qingge, being so shrewd, definitely wouldn't believe it.
Lin Zhou's gaze swept around the storage room, finally settling on a box of sponsor supplies in the corner.
That was a case of... premium soy sauce.
"Got it!"
Lin Zhou's eyes lit up, and he casually grabbed a bottle of soy sauce and stuffed it into his pocket, revealing a "I'm such a genius" smile on his face.
Buy soy sauce.
What a simple, unpretentious, and impeccable reason!
This perfectly matches his "stay-at-home husband" persona!
Composing himself, Lin Zhou pushed open the door, humming an off-key tune, and swaggered into the backstage corridor.
however.
The phrase "enemies meet on a narrow road" is often a true reflection of life.
He had just turned a corner when he bumped into a group of people.
Leading the group was Su Qingge, who had just removed her makeup and mask.
She was wearing a smart trench coat, her long hair cascading over her shoulders. Although her face showed a hint of fatigue, her eyes were frighteningly bright, scanning the surroundings like radar.
The moment Su Qingge saw Lin Zhou, she stopped abruptly in her tracks.
Their eyes met in mid-air.
The air seemed to freeze for two seconds.
Lin Zhou's heart skipped a beat, almost jumping out of his throat.
But he is, after all, a man with god-level acting skills (although he didn't redeem them, he mastered them without any instruction at this moment).
"Wife?"
Lin Zhou's surprise was perfectly timed. He quickly stepped forward with a sheepish grin: "What a coincidence! You've finished being a judge? Are you tired? Want me to give you a shoulder massage?"
Su Qingge remained silent.
She stood there, her gaze sharp as she scrutinized Lin Zhou from head to toe.
From his disheveled hair to the still-damp sweat on his forehead and his chest rising and falling slightly from the intense exercise.
"Where...did you go just now?"
Su Qingge spoke, her voice clear and cold, cutting straight to the point.
The oppressive atmosphere was even stronger than the searchlights in an interrogation room.
"I?"
Lin Zhou blinked, then innocently raised the soy sauce bottle in his hand and shook it:
"I didn't go anywhere. I was watching a live stream in the lounge just now, and that guy, Lanling Wang, was singing really well. It made me hungry."
"Well, I was thinking that I'd have to cook when I got home after filming the show, so I wandered out to find a convenience store to buy a bottle of soy sauce. I'll make braised pork trotters for you tonight; they won't be flavorful without this."
The reason sounds reasonable and even has a touch of family warmth.
Normally, Su Qingge might have believed it.
But today…
She took a step closer and her nose twitched slightly, as if she were sniffing something.
"Buying soy sauce?"
Su Qingge sneered and gently wiped the sweat-soaked collar of his T-shirt with her index finger:
"Can you really break a sweat just buying soy sauce?"
"Lin Zhou, the air conditioning here is set to 24 degrees Celsius. Did you go buy soy sauce, or go for a marathon?"
The hairs on Lin Zhou's back stood on end instantly.
Is this woman born in the Year of the Dog? How could she even tell?
"Um... I ran there."
Lin Zhou chuckled twice, his brain racing as he started making up a story: "You know how big the TV station is. I got lost and ran up and down several floors before I finally found the convenience store. That's why I started sweating in my haste."
"get lost?"
Su Qingge clearly didn't buy it.
She squinted and looked past Lin Zhou's shoulder into the depths of the corridor behind him, where there was no "convenience store" sign.
"Lin Zhou, look me in the eyes."
Su Qingge's voice suddenly lowered, carrying an inescapable seriousness:
"Tell me honestly, was that Lanling King you just now...?"
"puff--"
Lin Zhou almost spat out his drink, his face showing a "you're kidding me" expression:
"Honey, are you alright? Am I the Prince of Lanling? If I had that voice, would I still be a kept man at home? I would have debuted long ago and made you my boss!"
"Besides, those are professionals, look at my skills..."
Lin Zhou stretched out his hands, which were used to holding a spatula for years, and waved them in front of Su Qingge:
"Do these hands look like they could play guitar or sing in traditional opera style?"
Su Qingge fell silent.
indeed.
Although Lin Zhou's hands were long and slender, his fingertips did not have calluses from years of playing the zither. Moreover, the aura of the Lanling King just now was too strong, that domineering presence that looked down on the world was completely different from the man in front of him who would run his legs off for a bottle of soy sauce.
Could it be... that my intuition is wrong?
The doubt in Su Qingge's eyes slowly faded, replaced by a faint sense of loss.
"Alright, I was just asking casually."
She sighed and rubbed her temples. "Let's go, Nuonuo must be getting impatient."
Lin Zhou watched her turn away and let out a long sigh of relief.
Good heavens.
I finally got through that hurdle...
"Daddy! Daddy!"
Just then.
A clear and cheerful child's voice suddenly came from around the corner of the corridor.
Immediately afterwards, a small pink figure rushed over like a cannonball with its short legs.
It's glutinous rice.
The little guy had somehow slipped out of the lounge, his face beaming with the excited smile of someone who had discovered a new continent.
"Dad! Look what I found!"
As Nuonuo ran, she held up a dark, round object she was holding high, like presenting a treasure, and shouted to Lin Zhou:
"Is this your toy? I found it under the chair in that dark room earlier!"
Lin Zhou's smile froze on his face.
He looked closely and felt as if he had been struck by lightning, as if his skull was about to explode.
The thing that Nuonuo is waving in her hand.
It was none other than the very chair he had carelessly tucked under the storage room chair to remove his disguise, thinking it would be foolproof—
Lanling King Mask!
Moreover, a very conspicuous red string was attached to the mask's strap, specially tied to prevent it from slipping off.
That was the red hair tie that Lin Zhou had casually grabbed from home before leaving the house that morning!
"Dad, this mask is so cool! I want to wear one too!"
Nuonuo pounced on Lin Zhou's legs and held up the "evidence" that was enough to kill Lin Zhou on the spot.
The air froze completely in that instant.
Su Qingge stopped in her tracks.
She slowly turned around, her gaze falling on the black mask, then slowly moving along the mask to Lin Zhou's deathly pale face.
That instant.
Lin Zhou felt that he might not see the sun rise tomorrow.