newbobooks Chapter 180 Although my wife was angry, her eyes were full of admiration.
Chapter 180 Although my wife was angry, her eyes were full of admiration.
Lin Zhou stood in the center of the living room, clutching the pink sticky note, like a statue struck by lightning.
"Confined to your home?"
"Separation?"
"Reflect?"
These three words were like three towering mountains, weighing heavily on his heart.
He looked up pitifully at the tightly closed door on the second floor, just as he was about to plead for leniency, he saw that the door was not completely closed, but had a gap not much wider than a hair.
Through the gap, he saw Su Qingge preparing to turn around.
In that instant, time seemed to stretch out.
Su Qingge wore a silk nightgown, her long hair casually tied back, with a few stray strands falling beside her slender neck, making her look exceptionally languid and charming.
She seemed to notice the gaze from downstairs, paused slightly, and turned around.
Eyes facing each other.
The words of pleading that Lin Zhou was about to say suddenly got stuck in his throat.
Because he saw those eyes clearly.
Although she deliberately kept a straight face and pretended to be angry, even slightly narrowing her eyes to reveal a hint of danger.
But beneath that thin layer of anger, a starlight that could not be hidden surged forth.
That's worship.
It is pride.
It is a woman's most unreserved appreciation and infatuation with the man she deeply loves.
Just like that day at the Bird's Nest, when she rushed onto the stage and hugged him without hesitation. That look in her eyes couldn't lie, especially not to Lin Zhou, that cunning old fox.
"snort."
Su Qingge seemed to realize that her eyes had "given her secret," so she quickly gave a haughty snort and deliberately raised her chin at Lin Zhou, making a threatening "throat-slitting" gesture.
then.
"Bang!"
The door was slammed shut, making a muffled sound that wasn't too loud, but was clear enough in the dead of night.
Lin Zhou stood there, stunned for two seconds.
Then, the smile that he couldn't suppress spread across his face like ripples.
"Hey, I knew it."
He carefully folded the sticky note and put it in his pajama pocket, as if he were carrying some priceless treasure.
"What do you mean by house arrest or separation?"
"This is clearly just a little game my wife and I play!"
"If they were really angry, they would have thrown my bedding out long ago. Why would they leave a crack in the door for me to flirt with?"
The more Lin Zhou thought about it, the more he felt that his analysis was thorough, and the happier he became.
How can this be considered punishment?
This is practically a masterclass in playing hard to get!
"Alright, since my wife wants to play along, I'll play along to the end."
In high spirits, he hummed the tune of "Exaggeration" and strode into the guest bathroom downstairs with an air of nonchalance.
"If someone asks me, I'll tell them, but nobody comes..."
The hot water from the showerhead washed over his body, taking away the day's fatigue, but it couldn't take away Lin Zhou's restless heart.
As he scrubbed himself in the shower, he was already mentally rehearsing the "door-breaking" scene that was about to unfold.
After I finish showering, I'll go upstairs wearing this bathrobe that best shows off my figure.
Knock on the door first, then act pitiful and beg for shelter.
If she doesn't open it, I'll use my foolproof "bitter trick" and say I have a stomachache, a headache, or I've been bitten by mosquitoes.
If she softens and opens the door...
Hey.
That's like lambs to the slaughter; nobody's going to get a good night's sleep tonight!
Lin Zhou became more and more excited as he thought about it, and he even sped up his shower. In less than ten minutes, he had cleaned himself up, his whole body exuding the fresh scent of shower gel, like a delicious dish that had just come out of the pot.
"Honey, I'm here!"
He straightened his wet hair in front of the mirror, struck what he thought was his most handsome pose, then wrapped his bathrobe tightly around himself and confidently walked out of the bathroom.
The villa was quiet.
Only the clock on the wall made a ticking sound.
Lin Zhou tiptoed up to the second floor, stood at the door of the master bedroom, took a deep breath, and composed himself.
Then, he reached out and gently grasped the doorknob.
"Click".
Ok?
Can't turn it?
Lin Zhou frowned and tried twisting it again.
It remained completely still.
"No way?"
He was somewhat skeptical and increased the force of his grip, even pressing his ear against the door to listen.
It was quiet inside; there wasn't a sound at all.
"Wife?"
He lowered his voice and called out tentatively.
"Honey? Are you asleep?"
"Um... I'm all washed up, I smell wonderful, do you want to check?"
no respond.
"Honey? I think I just heard Nuonuo crying. Did she have a nightmare? Can you open the door and let me in to check on her?"
Still no response.
Lin Zhou started to panic.
This script is wrong!
What happened to the playful teasing? What happened to the romantic gestures? Why are you actually doing this?
Undeterred, he knocked on the door again, this time a little louder.
"Honey, stop fooling around."
"It's almost midnight. Staying up late is bad for your skin, let's go to bed early?"
"And...and I think I saw a cockroach on the first floor just now! It was huge! It scared me to death! I'm too scared to sleep alone!"
That's a bit of absurd.
A king of singers, who can command respect in venues with tens of thousands of people, would be afraid of a cockroach?
But Lin Zhou was really going all out to get into the house, even coming up with an excuse that would ruin his image.
at last.
A faint sound of footsteps came from inside the door.
Lin Zhou was overjoyed.
There is a play!
He knew his wife was soft-hearted!
He quickly stood up straight, put on a pitiful expression, and prepared to welcome the opening of the door.
however.
The footsteps stopped behind the door.
Immediately afterwards, another note was slipped under the door.
This time it wasn't a sticky note, but an A4 sheet of paper torn from a notebook, with several large characters written on it in marker, the words pendant so strong they seemed to see through the paper:
Cockroaches? Perfect, you can have them for a midnight snack.
[Note: Given that someone attempted to use a "self-inflicted injury" ruse to gain entry to their room, an additional penalty has been added—they are prohibited from appearing in the second-floor hallway tonight! Violators will be forced to kneel on a keyboard for one hour!]
Upon seeing the murderous note, Lin Zhou's smile instantly froze.
"Oh my god..."
"Are you serious?"
He stared in despair at the closed door, as if it were an insurmountable chasm.
"Wife, are you trying to murder your husband?!"
"Where am I supposed to sleep this late at night?"
Su Qingge's lazy and playful voice came from inside the door. It sounded a little muffled through the door, but you could still hear the gloating in it.
"I think the sofa in the living room on the first floor is quite nice."
"It's wide and soft, and it's made of genuine Italian leather. It's more than enough to match your status as a singing king."
"But the sofa is cold!"
Lin Zhou was still making a last-ditch effort.
"It's already autumn, and the living room is so big and empty. What if you catch a cold? If I catch a cold, who will tell Nuonuo stories? Who will make you breakfast?"
"rest assured."
Su Qingge's voice carried a hint of amusement.
"I've already had the nanny throw your blankets and pillows out the door."
"Besides... I remember someone was in really good physical condition, able to belt out a High E, so how could this little temperature possibly freeze you?"
"Alright, stop howling."
"Go to bed early. If I don't see congee with preserved egg and lean pork tomorrow morning, you can continue sleeping on the sofa."
After he finished speaking, the footsteps inside the door gradually faded away, as if they had returned to the bed.
Lin Zhou stood at the door, clutching the note in his hand, listening to the renewed silence inside, and felt a desolate evening breeze carrying fallen leaves past his head.
This is...
Is this what they call "worship"?
Is this what they call "love"?
Sure enough, a woman's words are deceitful!
That look he just gave me was definitely a hallucination he had while taking a shower!
"well……"
Lin Zhou sighed, resignedly turned around, and dragged his heavy steps downstairs.
As soon as he reached the top of the stairs, he saw a blanket and a pillow piled up alone on the sofa in the living room on the first floor.
The scene was utterly tragic.
Like an abandoned orphan, waiting for a kind person to take them in.
"OK."
"You win."
Lin Zhou muttered to himself as he wrapped his bathrobe tighter around himself.
"I'll sleep on the sofa then!"
"Back in the day, I could sleep for three days and three nights on a hard seat in an internet cafe just to write code. What's a little hardship like this?"
He walked to the sofa, threw himself into the pile of soft blankets, and found a comfortable position to lie down.
Close your eyes, preparing to force yourself to fall asleep.
however.
A minute passed.
Five minutes passed.
Ten minutes have passed.
Lin Zhou suddenly opened his eyes, staring at the chandelier on the ceiling, feeling that something was wrong with him all over.
This sofa may be made of genuine leather, but it's not a bed after all!
I'm afraid I'll fall off even if I just turn over!
And most importantly...
cold.
It's really cold.
Although the villa was luxuriously decorated, the space was too large, and at night, a chilling aura seeped in from all directions, penetrating straight to the bone.
Lin Zhou wrapped himself tightly in the blanket, curled up into a ball, and shivered.
"I can't live like this anymore."
He sniffed, a resolute glint in his eyes.
No.
We can't just give up like this.
I have to find a way to get my half of the bed back!