bioinnovel Chapter 369 This is what life is really like
Chapter 369 This is what life is really like
"Why lift it? It's a waste of my diesel fuel."
Lin Zhou grinned and casually placed a piece of soft, mushy beef tendon into Su Qingge's bowl.
He didn't take that damned iceship seriously at all.
Sunlight filtered through the tall canopy of the phoenix tree, dappling the dining table covered with a white linen tablecloth.
The family sat together, slowly eating simple handmade ramen.
There are no media cameras or microphones here.
There are no ubiquitous miniature listening devices.
There were no foreign assassins hiding in the shadows, ready to pull the trigger at any moment.
Lin Zhou looked at Nuonuo, whose face was covered in flour but who was laughing like a little madwoman, and then at Xiao An'an, who was energetically waving a spoon.
Finally, his gaze fell on Su Qingge, who was tilting her head and gently wiping the grease from her son's mouth.
His heart was overflowing with an indescribable burning sensation.
This kind of tranquility, so profound it permeated his very being, made him feel a hundred times more exhilarated than shorting a market worth hundreds of billions overnight on Wall Street.
He used to have trillions of dollars in capital, and every day he woke up to endless betrayals and power struggles.
Now, all he cares about is whether the salt in today's broth is just right.
Peace is a blessing.
Lin Zhou leaned back in his chair and comfortably closed his eyes.
This is the true essence of life.
"Dad, are we really going shark fishing in international waters today?"
Nuonuo swallowed the last bite of noodles, her big eyes sparkling with anticipation.
"What are you fishing for sharks for? Just clean the table properly, or the spicy snack party this afternoon is canceled."
Lin Zhou tapped her forehead with a hint of disdain.
"Fine, I'll wipe it. When I grow up, the first thing I'll do is inherit your spicy snack factory."
Nuonuo rubbed her forehead indignantly.
Su Qingge chuckled as she listened, her peach blossom eyes sparkling with a light that could drown a person.
"Lin Zhou, look at the fine daughter you've raised; she certainly has lofty ambitions."
Su Qingge gave him a charming sidelong glance.
"Of course, my Lin Zhou's offspring will be the mountain king wherever they go."
Lin Zhou raised his head with a hint of pride and picked up little An'an from the high chair.
The little guy was still clutching the little bowl with the diamond in his hand, muttering to himself.
"Dad...look at the big ship!"
Xiao An'an smacked her lips.
"Come on, I'll take you to see the ships. Old Chen, go and bring out our flashy yacht."
Lin Zhou patted his shorts, stood up, and took Su Qingge's hand, walking towards the beach.
Old Chen responded cheerfully from behind, the wrinkles on his old face appearing particularly smooth in the sunlight.
370. A Ten-Year Promise: Su Qingge Concert
Time tends to slip away the fastest during the most peaceful and stable years.
The phoenix trees on Anno Island bloomed and withered, withered and bloomed again. Unbeknownst to many, a full ten years had passed quietly amidst the sound of the waves.
The little girl who used to smear mud on people's mouths in the sandpit has now grown into a graceful 20-year-old Miss Lin.
She perfectly inherited Su Qingge's stunning beauty and Lin Zhou's inherent wildness.
At the age of thirteen, Lin An became a prodigy pianist who caused a sensation in the global music scene.
That autumn, Su Qingge, a legendary singer who had been retired for ten years, suddenly posted a very simple message on her personal social media account.
"Ten years have passed, and I want to go back. This final performance will serve as a closure."
The accompanying picture is an old, slightly yellowed backstage shot from a concert.
A simple sentence, released in an instant, paralyzed the global entertainment industry, which had been dormant for many years.
Tickets were snapped up by enthusiastic fans from all over the world within a second of pre-sales opening.
It's not just the fans who've stayed up all night waiting.
It can be said.
All the young people who missed that mythical era, and the entire entertainment industry dominated by capital, are eagerly awaiting the return of this true god.
For this farewell concert, Su Qingge did not choose Vienna's Golden Hall or Times Square in New York as the venue.
She defied all opposition.
They insisted on choosing the capital city of China as the location.
The place where all the stories began—the Beijing Workers' Stadium.
"Honey, I've prepared the clothes for you. I had someone recreate that haute couture gown from back then in a French workshop, micron-by-micron, according to your current measurements."
The locker room door was pushed open.
At thirty-seven, Lin Zhou still looked incredibly young; time seemed to have left no trace on his sharp face.
He was wearing a sharp black suit jacket and holding a flawless, shimmering white dress in his hands.
He wrapped his arms around his wife's slender waist from behind, resting his chin affectionately on her slightly warm shoulder.
Su Qingge looked at herself in the mirror, still stunningly beautiful but bearing the marks of time, and turned around with a touch of melancholy.
She stretched out her slender finger and gently poked Lin Zhou's strong chest muscles.
"Boss Lin, it's been ten years, and your habit of throwing money around hasn't changed at all?"
"That's different. Tonight is your home turf. I have to let the whole world know that even if you, Su Qingge, have been in seclusion for ten thousand years, you will still be the only true god in this world when you come back."
Lin Zhou's smile was nonchalant, but his eyes were filled with a deep affection that could drown a person.
"Mom! Traffic outside the stadium is completely paralyzed. I heard even helicopters can't get in!"
The locker room door was pushed open with a bang.
Twenty-year-old Nuonuo rushed in hurriedly, carrying a custom-made skirt and wearing high heels.
Her long, flowing hair cascaded down her back, and her pretty face, which bore a striking resemblance to Su Qingge, was now filled with the excitement of watching a spectacle unfold.
Behind her, thirteen-year-old Lin An was holding a pure black tuxedo jacket in one hand with a somewhat helpless expression. The boy was extremely handsome, and his eyes revealed the same arrogance as Lin Zhou.
"Sis, can you be a little more composed? Today, the backstage is full of old-timers and high-ranking officials. Don't embarrass the Lin family."
Lin An rolled her eyes and patted the loose powder off her sister's shoulder with a hint of disdain.
"What do you know, you little brat? I'm just trying to liven up the family atmosphere!"
Nuonuo raised her eyebrows, ready to use her brother's unique Lin-style grappling technique on the spot.
"Alright, stop fooling around here. Hurry up and go sit in the front row. Old Chen is already waiting for you in the VIP section."
Lin Zhou found it somewhat amusing and gave each of them five lashes.
The two little devils then stuck out their tongues at each other, put their arms around each other's shoulders, and ran towards the core VIP stands.
As Su Qingge watched her children's backs disappear, the long-lost tension in her heart vanished without a trace in that instant.
"Lin Zhou, I kind of miss the days when we fed chickens on the island."
Su Qingge let Lin Zhou help her zip up her dress, and murmured a sentence softly.
Lin Zhou walked up to her, cupped his wife's face, which could express both joy and anger, in his hands, and looked down at her.
"After this show, we'll fly back overnight. I'll be with you as long as you want to feed me."
Lin Zhou lowered his head and bit her slightly cool red lips hard.
Outside, the cheers of tens of thousands of fans inside the stadium pierced through the thick walls like rolling thunder.
"Mr. Lin, the sound system and nano-lighting effects at the front desk have all been adjusted. Mr. Li is asking when you would like to start the event?"
Old Chen's deep voice rang out through the megaphone.
Lin Zhou turned his head.
"Open it now. Tell Li Ming that if anyone dares to make Madam suffer even the slightest grievance tonight, the Starry Sky Media building will be turned into a chicken farm tomorrow."
Lin Zhou laughed wildly, then took Su Qingge's hand and strode towards the dark corridor leading to the altar.
Su Qingge followed beside him, her red lips slightly parted.
"Lin Zhou, when are you finally going to give up on this obsession with your chicken farm?"
Su Qingge asked, somewhat amused.