studiobondurri Chapter 212 The entire room was deathly silent. Lin Zhou: Who are you calling young master?
Chapter 212 The entire room was deathly silent. Lin Zhou: Who are you calling young master?
"Who are you calling 'young master'?"
Lin Zhou's voice was extremely cold.
It was as cold as a blade that had been poisoned in ancient ice, devoid of any warmth whatsoever.
The rhetorical question echoed in the deathly silent infirmary, carrying an extremely strong sense of defensiveness and murderous intent.
The audience was silent.
Everyone was so shocked by this extremely bizarre scene that their brains went blank.
The kindergarten principal, who had collapsed in the corner, was completely petrified.
His entire body was trembling violently, and a warm liquid uncontrollably flowed down his trouser leg.
He was so scared he peed his pants.
Just a few minutes ago, he was secretly speculating that Lin Zhou was just lucky to marry Su Qingge and was a gigolo who relied on his father-in-law Su Zhentian for power.
But now?
The five Rolls-Royce Phantoms with consecutive numbers, capable of withstanding armor-piercing bullets, were parked outside the door!
Dozens of top-tier mercenaries, reeking of blood, surrounded the place completely!
And this old man, who looked like the head butler of a top-tier wealthy family, actually knelt down in front of this "gold digger" and wept bitterly, ignoring the mess on the ground!
This guy is definitely not a freeloader.
This is clearly a peerless true Buddha hidden among the common people!
The kindergarten director now wishes he could find a knife and gouge out his own blind eyes.
Lin Zhou ignored the horrified looks on the faces of those around him.
He subconsciously took half a step back, completely shielding Teacher Li and Nuonuo behind him.
"Teacher Li."
Lin Zhou didn't turn around, but lowered his voice and quickly gave the orders.
"Take Nuonuo to the inner lounge. No matter what happens outside, she is absolutely not allowed to come out."
Teacher Li was terrified, and hearing this was like being granted a pardon.
She quickly picked up Nuonuo, who was still sobbing, and fled into a small cubicle inside the infirmary, locking the door tightly behind her.
After ensuring his daughter's safety, Lin Zhou's languid demeanor completely vanished.
His muscles tensed up instantly.
Like a lone wolf in the wilderness, ready to pounce and hurt people at any moment.
At this moment, the brain is working frantically at a frequency of tens of thousands of times per second.
He was a time traveler, and had only been in this body for a few years.
Apart from the horrific car accident and the long rehabilitation process, the original owner had almost no useful information about her background.
Now suddenly an old man with an incredibly grand entrance appears and calls him "Young Master".
Lin Zhou's first reaction was not at all to any drama of a wealthy family recognizing their relatives.
It's a conspiracy!
An absolute conspiracy!
Zhou Lixing had just been thoroughly humiliated by him in the stock market, and now Royal Dynasty Entertainment was already on the verge of collapse.
Is this some new trick Zhou Lixing came up with in desperation?
Did you intend to kidnap him and silence him in this way?
"Old man, I don't care who sent you."
Lin Zhou looked down at the old man kneeling on the ground, his eyes filled with undisguised mockery.
"If you are an actor hired by Zhou Lixing, please go back and tell him this."
"His acting is getting worse and worse. He wants to pull a kidnapping stunt, but he can't even hold me back with this few men."
Upon hearing the name "Zhou Lixing," the old man kneeling on the ground was suddenly stunned.
immediately.
A terrifying rage erupted from the old man's cloudy eyes.
"Zhou Lixing? That beast from the Zhou family isn't even worthy of carrying your shoes?"
The old man trembled with anger, his voice shrill and stern.
"Who does he think he is! He dares to order this old servant around!"
"Young master! Look closely at this old servant! I am Uncle Chen!"
Old Chen crawled forward two steps on his knees, desperately trying to grab Lin Zhou's trouser leg.
Lin Zhou's eyes narrowed, and he immediately stepped back to avoid it.
"I was in a car accident seven years ago and lost all my memories. I don't know you, and I don't know any Uncle Chen."
"Stop with your tricks and get out of my sight with your men right now."
Upon hearing the words "car accident" and "amnesia," Old Chen froze instantly.
He looked up at Lin Zhou's wary and cold face, and tears welled up in his eyes again.
"Amnesia...you've actually lost your memory..."
"No wonder this old servant has been searching for you for seven whole years, scouring the entire land of China without finding a single trace of you."
"Young Master, how much suffering have you endured all these years!"
Old Chen pounded his chest in anguish, as if the car accident had happened to him.
Lin Zhou remained unmoved.
In this cruel capitalist world, tears are the cheapest disguise.
Old Chen seemed to have also noticed Lin Zhou's extreme vigilance.
He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the grief in his heart.
Those calloused and age-spotted hands trembled as they reached into the inside pocket of the bespoke butler's uniform.
Upon seeing this, the bodyguard outside instinctively wanted to step forward, but was stopped by a sharp look from Old Chen.
Old Chen carefully took out an extremely exquisite but somewhat faded dark red velvet box from the pocket close to his chest.
He held the box in both hands as if it were the most precious relic in the world.
"Young master, it's alright if you have amnesia and don't recognize this old servant."
"But you absolutely must take a look at this."
"This is a token engraved in your very bones. Even if you forget the whole world, you could never be completely indifferent to it."
Old Chen's hands trembled as he slowly opened the yarn box.
A crescent-shaped jade pendant lay quietly on a black velvet cushion.
It was an extremely rare piece of blood jade.
Its entire body is a chilling dark red, as if real blood is flowing inside.
The surface of the jade pendant is carved with extremely intricate and ancient dragon patterns, which are lifelike and exude an imposing and dignified aura.
Unfortunately, this piece of jade is incomplete; the break is not smooth, indicating that it was forcibly split in two by external force.
The moment Lin Zhou's gaze fell on that piece of blood jade.
"Buzz—"
It felt as if a resounding bell had been struck in his brain.
An unprecedented, intense, sharp pain suddenly exploded from my temples without warning.
pain!
The pain that goes deep into the bone marrow!
Ten times more intense than when he saw the car accident photo in the bathroom earlier, the pain instantly swept through Lin Zhou's entire nervous system.
He groaned, clutching his head tightly with both hands, his body swaying uncontrollably.
In my mind, the system's piercing alarm blared wildly.
【warn!warn! 】
[High-dimensional core relic stimulus detected!]
[The host's deep memory seal is suffering a devastating blow!]
The sealing barrier is on the verge of collapse! Countdown begins...
"Young Master!"
When Old Chen saw Lin Zhou's pained appearance, he was so frightened that he cried out and tried to get up to help him.
"Don't touch me!"
Lin Zhou gritted his teeth and shouted sharply, forcibly steadying himself.
Large beads of cold sweat rolled down his forehead.
He stared intently at the piece of blood jade.
The sense of familiarity and sorrow that welled up from the depths of the soul was not the original owner's remaining memories at all.
It is the instinctive call of this body's bloodline!
Old Chen knelt on the ground, watching Lin Zhou struggle in pain, tears streaming down his face.
He knew that now was the most crucial moment to awaken the young master.
We absolutely cannot stop!
"Young Master, this Blood Dragon Jade was personally hung around your neck by Madam back then."
"Before she passed away, the lady divided it in two. She left one half to this old servant, and the other half was lost in the fire with you."
"My wife once said, 'If one day you really forget about your family...'"
"Let this old servant sing this nursery rhyme to you."
Old Chen took a deep breath, and his voice suddenly became extremely gentle and mournful.
He began to sing slowly in a Beijing-style old-fashioned tune with a strong retro flavor.
"The wind rises in the south of the city, and the rain falls in the north."
"A small boat on the river."
"Don't be afraid of the darkness without light."
"Mother holds a lantern...waiting for the boat to return."
This is an extremely obscure, even somewhat bizarre, nursery rhyme.
In Lao Chen's hoarse voice, it was like the sharpest key.
It instantly pierced the deepest memory lock in Lin Zhou's mind.
"Snap!"
Lin Zhou seemed to clearly hear the sound of something solid deep within his brain shattering completely.
Followed by.
Countless images, which had been violently sealed away for seven years, flooded into his consciousness like a burst dam.
He saw it.
I saw a private estate that was extremely vast and luxurious beyond compare.
I saw a gentle and quiet woman in a cheongsam sitting by the crib, humming this nursery rhyme.
I saw a stern father who never smiled, yet always reserved the best for him.
I saw those powerful and influential people in the capital who used to grovel at the feet of the Lin family.
I witnessed that earth-shattering change that shook the very lifeline of China's economy!
All the fragments were perfectly pieced together at this moment.
This created a magnificent yet bloody and tragic picture.
Lin Zhou suddenly raised his head.
He was breathing heavily, his chest heaving violently.
The defensiveness and confusion in his eyes completely vanished, replaced by an absolute, domineering aura and overwhelming hatred.
He remembered.
I remember everything!
The original owner of this body was not some ordinary nouveau riche second-generation heir at all!
Looking into Lin Zhou's familiar yet unsettling eyes, Old Chen knew he had finally succeeded.
He held the half of the Blood Dragon Jade in both hands, keeping his back ramrod straight.
Even kneeling, he exudes an aura of unyielding pride that commands respect.
He raised his head and uttered a thunderous utterance, each word deafening, his voice almost lifting the roof off the infirmary.
"You were once the wealthiest family in Beijing!"
"The Lin family, who control a conglomerate worth hundreds of billions and wield half of China's business empire!"
"The only bloodline!"
"The eldest son of the Lin family!"