chsdbacks Chapter 6 Livestream Begins! Honey, your pajamas are too short!
Chapter 6 Livestream Begins! Honey, your pajamas are too short!
The air seemed to freeze into glue in that instant.
The live stream, which had been flooded with "Get out, gigolo!" messages, suddenly went silent, as if everyone had been muted. Then, the chat exploded like a burst dam, but the tone took a complete 180-degree turn.
"Holy crap! Those legs! Are those legs even real?"
"I came here to see this gigolo make a fool of himself, but I ended up getting an erection just watching him!"
"What kind of divine home style is this? Is the goddess this seductive in private? Ahhh, I want to die inside Su Qingge's collarbone!"
"Lin Zhou, you scoundrel! What makes you think you're worthy of this?! Get out of my way, don't block my view of my wife!"
In the video, Su Qingge's loose silk V-neck tank top hung limply on her body. From her earlier run, the neckline was slightly askew, revealing a large expanse of her fair, snow-white skin. Her long, straight legs, devoid of any adornment, gleamed with a lustrous sheen under the warm yellow light of the entryway. Her toes were even slightly curled due to nervousness, exuding a captivating, slightly disheveled beauty.
This isn't some aloof diva at all; she's clearly a lazy and charming little white rabbit who just woke up.
The filming director, Xiao Zhang, felt his Adam's apple bob as he watched. His professional instincts compelled him to zoom in, wanting to capture more details.
"What are you looking at? Move the camera away!"
A low, angry growl shattered the tranquility of the scene.
Lin Zhou's face darkened, but his body reacted faster than his brain. He ripped off the long trench coat hanging on the coat rack by the door and strode over.
Before Su Qingge could react, a jacket carrying a man's body heat and a faint smell of tobacco was draped over her head, completely covering her amazing figure that had driven the entire internet crazy, leaving only a bewildered little face and her long, slender legs exposed.
"ah!"
Su Qingge was startled. Her vision was blocked by her clothes, and she lost her balance and leaned back.
Lin Zhou reacted quickly, stretching out his long arm and wrapping his arm around her waist.
Through the thin fabric, the touch of his palm was warm and delicate. Lin Zhou frowned even more, glaring fiercely at the camera still filming his face, then turned to Su Qingge in his arms and launched into a tirade:
"Su Qingge, is your brain filled with mush? Didn't you know the live stream started? Who are you trying to impress by wearing something so short? Are you complaining that your air conditioning isn't cold enough, or that those perverts aren't drooling enough?"
His voice was loud, and his tone was full of unquestionable domineering authority, completely unlike his usual submissive and gigolo image.
Su Qingge was completely stunned.
In their four years of marriage, this was the first time Lin Zhou had dared to speak to her so loudly. In her memory, Lin Zhou was always the invisible man who only said "okay," "whatever you say," and "no problem."
But now, the man's brows were furrowed, and two flames of "possessiveness" burned in his eyes, the instinctive reaction any normal man would have when he saw his wife being coveted by someone else.
"I...I just got back, I forgot..."
Su Qingge opened her mouth, her usual domineering aura on stage suddenly seeming to diminish. She felt Lin Zhou's hot, strong hand around her waist, the intense scent of masculinity washing over her, instantly making her ears turn bright red.
"Forgot? You can forget this? Are you a fish with only a seven-second memory?"
Lin Zhou showed no mercy whatsoever. While helping her button up her trench coat to the top, he gave her a shove in an annoyed manner.
"What are you standing there for? Go back and change your pants! Wear those long jeans, and if you dare show your ankles, I'll break your legs!"
The live stream chat exploded again.
"??????"
"Did I hear that right? Lin Zhou yelled at Su Qingge? The gigolo is standing up now?"
"Even though he's fierce, why do I find him kind of charming?"
"Is this how straight men protect their wives? 'If you dare show your ankles, I'll break your legs,' hahaha, that's hilarious! So daddy-ish, but strangely appealing!"
"Goddess Su isn't angry? She blushed? She actually blushed! Is this still the same female demon who tore apart scumbags?"
Su Qingge was indeed not angry.
Or rather, her shame had now overshadowed her anger. Through the gap in her sunglasses, she saw the undisguised protectiveness and tension in Lin Zhou's eyes, and a hard corner of her heart felt as if it had been gently scratched by a feather.
This man, though incompetent, seems... to care about her quite a bit?
"Why are you being so fierce... Fine, I'll change it."
Su Qingge bit her lip, muttered something under her breath, and like a wronged little wife, grabbed the collar of her trench coat, turned around, and slunk back to her bedroom.
"call……"
Lin Zhou finally breathed a sigh of relief after watching the bedroom door close.
He turned around, facing the camera, hands on his hips, blocking all prying eyes with a roguish expression:
"What are you looking at? Haven't you ever seen a couple arguing before? Can you cut that part off? It's affecting my status in the family."
The cameraman, Xiao Zhang, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said weakly, "Brother Lin... this is a live broadcast, we can't cut it."
Lin Zhou rolled his eyes and was about to go exchange for the Armani suit that Su Qingge had specified when a pleasant system notification suddenly rang in his mind.
**[Ding! Congratulations, Host! You have successfully displayed the authority of the "Head of the Household" in front of millions of viewers and effectively maintained emotional connection with your wife!]**
**[Gained Shock Points: 5000!]**
**[Current Shock Value Balance: 5000/10000 (Newbie Quest Progress 50%).]**
Oh? That's only half done?
Lin Zhou was overjoyed. So this is what the audience likes? Looks like he'll have to do this "reasserting husbandly authority" thing more often!
Ten minutes later.
The bedroom door opened again.
Su Qingge had clearly made a careful effort to look her best this time. Although she still wore light makeup, she changed into a well-tailored white casual suit, paired with light blue jeans and white sneakers, making her look refreshing and capable, while still maintaining her superstar aura.
As she passed Lin Zhou, she glared at him fiercely and gritted her teeth, speaking in a voice only the two of them could hear:
"Lin Zhou, you were so cocky just now! I'll settle the score with you when we get home!"
Lin Zhou shrugged, whistled innocently, picked up the two large suitcases from the ground, lifted them with one hand, and walked easily out the door.
"Come on, Nuonuo, Daddy will take you for a ride in a convertible luxury car!"
As soon as he stepped outside, before he could even take a couple of breaths of fresh air, Yan Min, the devilish director of the show, stood smilingly in the middle of the road.
Yan Min was carrying a transparent storage box, followed by two burly men with a "kind" smile on their faces that sent chills down the spines of all the guests.
"Mr. Lin, Ms. Su, welcome to 'Where Are We Going, Dad?' According to the program rules, in order to train the survival skills of all the dads, please hand over all your wallets, mobile phones, bank cards, and snacks."
"From now on, every penny you have must be earned with your own hands."
Lin Zhou paused, looked at the storage box, then touched the ten million yuan bank card he had just warmed in his pocket, and his mouth twitched wildly.
"Seriously, director? Are you serious? I just got paid!"
Yan Min smiled without saying a word and simply extended her hand: "Please."