mesbooks Chapter 73 Was I overthinking things? Lin Zhou shed tears of regret.
Chapter 73 Was I overthinking things? Lin Zhou shed tears of regret.
For Lin Zhou, the short walk of just over ten meters to the entrance was nothing short of a psychological torture called "sudden enlightenment."
Even though every step he took was on expensive marble tiles, he still felt like he was walking on a bed of nails of regret. It was as if a tiny figure in his mind was using a megaphone to replay the scenes from the bedroom on a loop.
Something's wrong, something's very wrong.
How could a woman as proud as Su Qingge, so inherently arrogant, possibly call him into her bedroom and lock the door just to try on a sample garment for work? If she really only changed clothes for the convenience of eating, why did she specifically wear that cat-ear headband? And why did she have to adopt that incredibly shameful "master" posture?
Most importantly, her eyes and her reddened ears were clearly signs that she was in love!
"Am I fucking a pig?"
Lin Zhou abruptly stopped, wishing he could slap himself twice across the face. What test of willpower, what fear of her changing her mind—it was clearly her offering a way out, her indirect invitation!
The results of it?
He was like a naive newbie who had never seen the world before. He was scared away by a cry of "stomach ache" and ran downstairs to cook noodles.
This is not a gentleman, this is worse than a beast!
Lin Zhou clutched his chest, feeling as if his heart was bleeding, and a tear of regret even welled up in the corner of his eye. He had missed it, and missed it forever. That lace-trimmed maid outfit, that soft, sweet "meow," he would probably never hear it again in his life.
"Ding-dong—Ding-dong—"
The doorbell rang urgently again, like a death knell, interrupting Lin Zhou's self-reflection.
"Coming, coming! What's the rush?"
Lin Zhou muttered irritably, wiped his face hastily, and adjusted his expression. He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his annoyance, and reached out to grasp the cold brass doorknob.
No matter who's outside, anyone who dares to disturb my enjoyment of that wonderful moment will have to get lost!
"Click".
The heavy door slowly opened.
A cool night breeze swept over me, but even cooler than the breeze were the two tangible, scrutinizing gazes outside the door.
Standing at the door were a middle-aged couple, both over fifty, yet still possessing an extraordinary air about them.
The man was dressed in a well-tailored dark gray Zhongshan suit. His hair was gray but neatly combed, and he wore frameless glasses. He exuded an air of quiet authority and refined elegance, an aura cultivated by those who had long held high positions or immersed themselves in academia.
The woman beside him wore an exquisite cashmere shawl. Though no longer young, she was remarkably well-preserved, and one could still vaguely discern Su Qingge's features in her eyes and brows. However, at this moment, her still charming face held no smile; her lips were tightly pursed, and her eyes were sharp as knives, piercing straight at Lin Zhou.
Lin Zhou's originally straight back bent reflexively the moment he saw those two faces.
Even his knees buckled slightly.
The fear etched into the original owner's DNA instantly took over his body.
Father-in-law, Su Zhentian.
My mother-in-law, Li Yuehua.
These are Su Qingge's parents, who have extremely high standards, are very picky, and are vehemently opposed to this marriage!
"Dad...Mom?"
Lin Zhou's Adam's apple bobbed with difficulty, his voice dry and hoarse like a rusty gear, "Why are you here so late?"
Su Zhentian glanced at him coldly, said nothing, and only let out a soft snort from his nostrils as a response.
Li Yuehua completely ignored his outstretched hand that was trying to take the bag, her gaze sweeping over Lin Zhou's shoulder like radar, scanning the room's interior, her tone chilling:
"What? Do we need to ask you for permission before we can visit our own daughter and granddaughter?"
"No, no, no, that's not what I meant..."
Lin Zhou broke out in a cold sweat instantly, quickly stepping aside to make way for her, a fawning smile plastered on his face. "Please come in, please come in! Qingge just finished eating and is resting."
Just then, a series of hurried footsteps came from behind.
Hearing the commotion, Su Qingge ran out of the restaurant. She was still wearing her loose loungewear, her hair casually tied up, and her face still held the satisfaction and contentment she had felt while eating noodles. But when she saw who was standing at the door, her expression changed instantly.
That kind of panic is like a little girl caught in a puppy love relationship by her parents.
"Dad? Mom?"
Su Qingge walked over quickly, glanced at Lin Zhou subconsciously, then at the two elders with unfriendly expressions, and her heart skipped a beat. "Why did you suddenly come over? You didn't even call."
"Call up?"
Li Yuehua entered the entryway, her movements as she changed her shoes elegant and slow, but her words came out like a machine gun:
"You're calling to give you time to prepare? So you can continue to work with this... with him to deceive us?"
She looked up at her daughter, her eyes filled with exasperated anger.
"Su Qingge, you're getting bolder and bolder. Taking your child on those kinds of ridiculous variety shows is one thing, but putting on an act in front of millions of people? What god-level cooking skills, what massage master? Do you really think we're senile and can't see that it's scripted?"
"Mom, that's not a script, it's real..." Su Qingge hurriedly explained.
"real?"
Li Yuehua sneered, not believing it at all. She pushed away Lin Zhou, who tried to help her up, and walked straight into the living room in her high heels.
Her gaze swept around the luxurious living room before finally settling on the dining table.
There, a lone, empty bowl sat untouched, next to the apron Lin Zhou had used while cooking. Lin Zhou stood awkwardly to the side, like a schoolchild who had made a mistake, still smelling of cooking oil.
Li Yuehua turned around, pointed to the mess on the table, and the disgust in her eyes was almost tangible.
She looked at Lin Zhou, then at Su Qingge, her voice sharp and shrill:
"Is this what you call a happy life?"
"The eldest daughter of the prestigious Su family works tirelessly outside to earn money and support the family, only to come home and have to put up with this man's attitude? And what about him?"
Li Yuehua pointed at Lin Zhou's nose and snorted coldly:
"A grown man like you, not going out to work, spending all your time around the stove, being bossed around like a maid—don't you feel ashamed?"