studiobondurri Chapter 121 Upon waking on the second day, Su Qingge considered killing someone to silence them.
Chapter 121 Upon waking on the second day, Su Qingge considered killing someone to silence them.
That feeling of social death is probably like opening your mouth with great emotion at a concert for tens of thousands of people, only to have your voice crack on the very first note, and with an echo.
From the phone's speaker, the drunken "Su Qingge" was still tirelessly playing vulgar phrases like "token of love" and "sleeping together." Each sentence was like a resounding slap across Su Qingge's face in reality, which was flushed red and almost bleeding.
"Lin Zhou! Turn it off right now!"
Su Qingge has completely lost her mind.
Her shame transformed into boundless fighting power at that moment. Like a little tiger whose tail had been stepped on, she didn't care about elegance or anything and pounced on him with the momentum.
"I won't turn it off!"
Lin Zhou leaned back, his back sinking into the soft mattress, while his right hand was raised high, as if holding a torch of victory, refusing to let her reach it.
"This is your confession of love to me; I'm going to set an alarm to listen to it every morning!"
"You're a pervert!"
Su Qingge was so angry she was about to cry.
In order to snatch that damn phone, she had to prop herself up, kneeling on either side of Lin Zhou's body, in an extremely dangerous, high-riding position.
The silk pajamas were already slippery, and with the couple's vigorous movements, the neckline inevitably came undone, revealing a dazzling expanse of snow-white skin and delicate collarbones.
Her long hair fell down, brushing against Lin Zhou's neck, tickling him and carrying a pleasant fragrance.
"Give it to me! Give it to me now!"
Su Qingge grabbed Lin Zhou's wrists with both hands, trying to pull his hands off.
The disparity in strength between men and women was vividly demonstrated at this moment.
Lin Zhou used only a little force, and with a quick twist of his wrists, he easily grasped her two slender wrists and pressed them down.
"Bang."
Su Qingge's hands were pressed down on either side of the pillow.
That's good now.
The battle for the prize instantly turned into a passive, defensive struggle, and the posture changed from "a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey" to "being slaughtered at will."
Their faces were pressed very close together, their breaths mingling and burning hot.
Lin Zhou lay below, looking up at the woman above him, utterly humiliated and indignant. Her chest was still heaving from the intense activity, and her usually icy eyes were now glistening with tears, the corners red, making her look both pitiful and…
Damn, so tempting.
"Wife, are you... throwing yourself into my arms?"
Lin Zhou's Adam's apple bobbed, his voice was a little hoarse, and his eyes held a hint of mockery, but more so an undisguised burning passion.
"You're kidding me!"
Su Qingge struggled for a moment, but found that he wouldn't budge. Furious, she opened her mouth and bit him hard on the shoulder.
"Hiss—are you a dog?"
Lin Zhou gasped in pain, but his grip didn't loosen at all. Instead, he pushed his hand up even further, forcing Su Qingge to press her body down even lower.
"Delete it! Delete it now!"
Su Qingge released her mouth, glaring at him fiercely, trying to kill this bastard with her eyes:
"If you don't delete it, I'll... I'll..."
"What will you do?"
Lin Zhou raised an eyebrow. "Just kill him to silence him? Murder her own husband?"
"Yes! I'll murder my husband!"
Su Qingge gritted her teeth, "So what if we all die together! Anyway, if this recording gets out, I'll have no face to live anymore!"
"That won't do."
Lin Zhou couldn't help but laugh at her exasperated expression. He raised his head slightly, nuzzled her cheek with his nose, and spoke in a gentle yet playful tone:
"This is a testament to our love, an irrefutable proof that the most beautiful girl at Suzhou University has secretly loved me for ten years. I'm going to burn it onto a CD and play it on a loop at Nuonuo's wedding, passing it down as a family heirloom."
"You dare!"
Su Qingge imagined the scene, and felt a wave of dizziness wash over her; she almost fainted on the spot.
Is that a social death?
That's like scattering her ashes and then whipping her corpse!
"Lin Zhou, I'm begging you..."
When force failed, Su Qingge instantly switched tactics. Her body went limp, she stopped struggling, and instead nestled against Lin Zhou's chest, her voice becoming soft and pitiful, even tinged with a sob:
"Honey...good husband...please delete it, please, it's so embarrassing..."
That one word, "husband," made Lin Zhou's bones melt.
He sighed, loosened his grip on her wrist, and casually wrapped his arm around her slender waist, his thumb gently caressing the silky fabric.
"Alright, I was just kidding."
Lin Zhou locked his phone and tossed it aside. "I won't send it out. This is a secret between the two of us, okay?"
Su Qingge lay on his chest, listening to his strong heartbeat, and her tense nerves finally relaxed.
The ordeal had exhausted all her strength. Now, she was like a cat whose bones had been removed, limp and powerless against Lin Zhou, unable to even move a finger.
My cheeks were burning hot, and the touch against his slightly cool skin was surprisingly comfortable.
The air inside the room became thick and quiet.
Only the sound of their breathing rose and fell.
Lin Zhou casually stroked her long hair, enjoying this rare moment of tenderness.
Just as the atmosphere was gradually sliding in an indescribable direction, Lin Zhou's hand began to wander restlessly downwards—
"Ring ring—!!!"
A sudden, shrill, and utterly inconsiderate cell phone ringtone rang out beside the bed.
The ambiguous bubble burst with a "pop".
Su Qingge jumped up from Lin Zhou as if she had been electrocuted, frantically tidying her messy pajamas and hair.
Lin Zhou, his face dark, grabbed the still-vibrating phone, wishing he could crawl along the radio waves and strangle the person making the call.
"Who is it! Can't a person live like this so early in the morning?!"
He glanced at the caller ID and froze.
This is not a sales pitch, and it's not a scam.
The note prominently displays two large characters: "Director Zhang".
Zhang Yimou? That top-tier, most eccentric director in China, the one who specializes in making award-winning films?
Su Qingge also came over, and her expression instantly turned serious upon seeing the name. She took a deep breath, patted her burning cheeks, regulated her breathing, and then answered the phone.
"Hey, Director Zhang? So early..."
"Qingge! Help!"
On the other end of the phone came an old but extremely anxious voice, with background noise as loud as a fight breaking out in a market:
"Something terrible has happened! That young actor surnamed Lu ran away without a word this morning! He didn't even ask for the breach of contract fee, saying he couldn't stand the harsh filming conditions!"
"My entire production crew is paralyzed! Hundreds of people are waiting for dinner, and the investors' phones are ringing off the hook!"
Su Qingge frowned: "Lu Ming ran away? So you mean...?"
"Qingge, I know this is a bit of a stretch."
Director Zhang sounded like he was about to cry, "But in this industry, the only person I can think of right now who can take on this role and has the availability is you. Could you... come and save the day?"
"Me?" Su Qingge was taken aback. "But Director Zhang, that's the male lead! Am I supposed to play the role in drag?"
"No, no, no, I'm not asking you to play the male lead!"
Director Zhang hurriedly explained, "I'll find a way to get the male lead. I mean, the originally planned villainous female supporting character is gone too; Lu Ming took her with him! Could you take over that role?"
Before Su Qingge could answer, Director Zhang seemed to suddenly remember something, and his tone became unusually excited, even carrying a hint of seduction:
"Oh, right! I watched your variety show!"
"Your partner... is Lin Zhou, right?"
"I think he has a good appearance, and his temperament is quite... unique. Why don't you bring him along?"
"There happens to be a villainous warlord character here, and I think his 'refined scoundrel' vibe... is practically a perfect fit for him!"