stjorthotic Chapter 272 Lin Zhou: Don't cry, from now on there will only be laughter.
Chapter 272 Lin Zhou: Don't cry, from now on there will only be laughter.
Lin Zhou slowly took the dark red velvet box, his fingertips tracing the raised family crest on the lid.
He lowered his head slightly, his warm breath brushing intimately against Su Qingge's flushed earlobe.
"Qingge, give me your hand."
His voice was extremely low, precisely penetrating the crevice of her heart in the noisy yet awe-inspiringly tranquil ancient castle hall.
Su Qingge was still immersed in the domineering and salty kiss from just now.
Her beautiful peach blossom eyes were veiled with a pitiful mist from crying, and the tip of her nose was slightly red, like a little animal that had just been found and returned home after getting lost in the snow.
"Don't cry, from now on only smiles. I won't allow you to shed any more tears in this life."
As Lin Zhou spoke softly, he firmly took her fair, jade-like right hand, which still trembled slightly.
He deftly took out the diamond ring named "Original Code" from the brocade box.
This ring is not made using the common cutting techniques found on the market. Instead, it uses a rare black diamond rough stone, which was etched with hundreds of millions of micro-arrays at the microscopic level using a high-intensity pulsed laser.
Under the dazzling holographic starry sky reflected on the castle's dome, it seemed as if data streams were flashing and jumping wildly inside the black diamond.
It's more than just a ring.
It signifies that Lin Zhou has completely entrusted the last core safe haven in his life, the trump card he relies on for survival, to the woman in front of him.
She was his ultimate command, the only highest priority code in his body, which was called "Shura," that could bypass cold logic.
When that cold and heavy texture slid into the base of Su Qingge's middle finger, the global giants who had been holding their breath seemed to receive a unified signal.
"Whoosh—!"
The Middle Eastern crown prince was the first to stand up, and the clap of his hands was crisp and rhythmic.
Immediately afterwards, the godfather of AI in Silicon Valley and the tycoons of Wall Street—these bigwigs who would not even budge an inch even when they see a head of state—all stood up in unison.
A thunderous applause erupted in the spacious and luxurious castle hall.
Su Qingge was so stunned by the thunderous applause that she felt dizzy.
She looked at the ring on her finger, which shimmered with a dark light. Although her tears had stopped, the feeling of fullness in her chest made her feel like she was suffocating.
"Lin Zhou...this is too precious."
She murmured softly.
Lin Zhou, however, did not continue to play along with her gentle performance.
He slowly turned around, his body as straight as a spear, and the "Godfather" aura honed from mountains of corpses and seas of blood was fully unleashed at that moment.
His gaze was like a sharp, cold iron, sweeping inch by inch over the powerful faces in the audience who could influence the direction of the world economy.
At that moment, the originally enthusiastic applause strangely weakened a bit because of the coldness in his eyes.
"I invited you all here today not only to drink this wedding wine."
Lin Zhou took the pure gold microphone from the emcee, his voice as calm as an ancient well without ripples.
But through live streaming signals across all platforms, this voice is spreading at an alarming speed, crossing oceans and mountains, resounding in every underworld hideout and every capital stronghold.
"In my life, I, Lin Zhou, am the most unreasonable person, but also the most reasonable."
"Seven years ago, I failed to protect the Lin family's gate, and that was my disgrace."
"But today, here, in front of all of you, I am drawing a red line for my wife and daughter."
Lin Zhou's tone suddenly rose, revealing a domineering and chilling quality.
"No matter which conglomerate you represent, or how many assassins and undercover agents you have in your hands."
"Anyone who dares to harm my wife and daughters will become a mortal enemy of the Lin family conglomerate and of me, Lin Zhou."
"From the highest heavens to the deepest hell, if I, Lin Zhou, do not ensure that the enemy's entire clan is annihilated and reduced to dust, I will write my name Lin backwards!"
This is the ultimate arrogance.
This is also the craziest confession.
Su Zhentian, who was sitting at the head of the table, almost spilled the expensive brandy in his hand.
He looked at his arrogant son-in-law on the stage, feeling both shocked and conflicted.
"That brat, even getting married requires him to threaten every scoundrel on half the planet, really..."
Su Zhentian shook his head helplessly, but a hint of relief flickered in the corner of his eye.
He knew that from then on, no villain in the capital would dare to look Su Qingge in the eye.
Because behind this woman stood a fully awakened god of death.
The bigwigs in the room looked at each other, some with wry smiles, others wiping away sweat.
The Wall Street tycoon awkwardly pushed up his glasses and muttered to the person next to him:
"I told you this gift money couldn't be given lightly; this guy really is capable of killing."
Lin Zhou was completely unaware of the commotion below.
Or rather, he simply doesn't care.
He turned around and transformed back into the gentle husband whose eyes were only for Su Qingge.
He naturally opened his arms, wanting to embrace his wife, whose face was flushed with shyness, once again.
however.
Before his fingertips could even touch the hem of Su Qingge's exquisite starry sky dress...
A sudden and clear, childlike voice abruptly and forcefully entered the entire sound system.
"Stop saying such harsh things, Dad! It's my turn to speak!"
Nuonuo, without anyone noticing, cleverly slipped away from under the bloodhound's nose and onto the side platform.
Not only did she sneak up, but she also managed to "steal" a spare wireless microphone from Old Chen's tray while Lin Zhou was making his tough remarks.
The little one was wearing a white layered dress, walking with his chubby little legs.
She struggled to hold the golden microphone, which was bigger than her face, with both of her small hands.
She ran to the very center of the red carpet with a "slap slap" sound.
At that moment, Lin Zhou, who was originally in the "Asura aura", froze with a comical expression.
The group of bigwigs who had just been quite frightened were all stunned when they saw this exquisitely beautiful figure.
The thousands of eyes in the audience instantly shifted from trepidation to stunned incredulity.
Nuonuo puffed out her little chest, looking like a professional little orator.
She cleared her throat, and the sharp feedback made Lin Zhou's ears go numb.
"Mom and Dad, are you done kissing?"
She asked in a soft, childlike voice, her big, dark eyes filled with innocence.
Lin Zhou touched his nose somewhat awkwardly. The ruthless energy he had just displayed, capable of wiping out hell, was completely wiped away by his daughter in a second.
"Nuonuo, what are you doing up here? Go to Grandpa Chen, Daddy hasn't finished talking yet."
Lin Zhou crouched down, trying to coax the microphone away.
Nuonuo cleverly hid behind Su Qingge.
She raised the microphone, her small face serious, and announced loudly:
"Look everyone! My mom looks like a fairy from heaven today!"
"My dad looked handsome today, but the way he spoke just now was awful, like he was arguing!"
The audience erupted in another round of good-natured, lighthearted laughter.
Su Qingge was so amused by her daughter that she completely lost her composure.
She lovingly picked up Nuonuo, and seeing Lin Zhou's helpless and frustrated expression, she couldn't help but smile.
"Lin Zhou, look, even your daughter thinks you're too murderous."
Su Qingge teased.
Lin Zhou shook his head with a self-deprecating smile. He straightened up and looked at the little guy who was still trying to steal the spotlight.
he knows.
From this moment on, the originally solemn and dangerous global demonstrations were completely transformed into a heartwarming family drama.
Nuonuo gripped the microphone tightly in Su Qingge's arms.
She gave a bright smile to the group of bigwigs who controlled the fate of the world below the stage.
"Hehe, everyone better behave, or my dad will really turn into a giant monster!"
Lin Zhou covered his forehead and wearily gestured to Old Chen beside him.
He figured it out.
In his life, he was a godfather to the underworld and a powerful tycoon to the wealthy.
But in front of Su Qingge and Nuonuo.
He was destined to be an obedient and "humble" tool for the rest of his life.
"Nuonuo, are you done talking?"
Lin Zhou walked over and affectionately pinched his daughter's little nose.
Nuonuo stuck out her little tongue and giggled.
"I'm done talking, Dad! Now can you take Mom and me to eat a big cake?"
Lin Zhou turned to look at Su Qingge.
Su Qingge was also looking at him with deep affection.
"Qingge, shall we go?"
Su Qingge nodded.
Lin Zhou was about to lead his wife and daughter off the stage.
Nuonuo suddenly raised the microphone to her mouth, her voice deafening:
"Dad, could you let Mom sleep with me tonight? You promised me yesterday!"
Lin Zhou's steps suddenly froze again.
The guests in the audience were practically bursting with laughter.
Su Qingge was so embarrassed that she buried her face in her daughter's neck and didn't dare to look up.
Lin Zhou's face darkened, and he glared at Old Chen, who was trying hard to suppress his laughter, his lips twitching.
"Uncle Chen, who taught this little girl?"