bookmarkrole Chapter 151 Kneeling on a Keyboard at the Zhang Family Home That Night: Wife, I Was Wrong, It Was fo
Chapter 151 Kneeling on a Keyboard at the Zhang Family Home That Night: Wife, I Was Wrong, It Was fo
The carpet in the hotel corridor was so thick that it made no sound when you stepped on it, which only made the silence in the air seem even more deafening.
Su Qingge walked ahead, carrying her high heels in her hand, her bare feet stepping on the carpet. She hadn't changed out of her costume as Zixia Fairy, and was wearing a long black down jacket over her shoulders; her back view looked aloof and resolute.
Lin Zhou followed three steps behind, carrying two huge insulated bags, looking like a wronged little wife.
Just now on set, he was that tyrannical director who bossed everyone around and made the diva cry.
Now?
At this moment, he was just a lowly son-in-law about to face "family discipline".
"Click".
The door was swipe open and then slammed shut.
With that clear click of the lock, Lin Zhou's tough exterior as a "director" shattered into pieces.
He placed the insulated bag on the coffee table and smoothly pulled out a pre-prepared mechanical keyboard from his backpack.
It still has blue switches; the sound is crisp when you kneel on it, and the tactile feel is intoxicating.
"Thump!"
Without the slightest hesitation, Lin Zhou threw the keyboard onto the carpet, knelt on one knee, and struck a pose as precise as if he were about to be knighted.
"Wife, I was wrong!"
This series of moves was so smooth and fluid that it stunned Su Qingge, who was just about to turn around and confront him.
Her previously composed face twitched uncontrollably at the corners of her mouth, and she almost burst out laughing.
That bastard.
Where did that domineering aura that you showed on set just now go?
"What's wrong?"
Su Qingge took a deep breath, trying her best to maintain her aloof persona as a superstar. She took off her down jacket and tossed it onto the bed, then leaned lazily against the headboard, her beautiful peach blossom eyes slightly narrowed as she looked down at the man on the floor.
"I shouldn't have yelled at you in public, I shouldn't have thrown the script, and I definitely shouldn't have made you cry."
Lin Zhou looked sincere, his expression more wronged than Dou E's.
"But wife, you have to see the truth!"
"That madman yelling through a megaphone during the day, that's 'Director Lin.' He's gone mad from dedicating himself to art!"
"What does this have to do with me, Lin Zhou?"
"I, Lin Zhou, am just a stay-at-home husband who only knows how to cook, pamper his wife, and peel shrimp for you!"
This sophistry and far-fetched argument made Su Qingge laugh in anger.
She stretched out her toes and gently kicked Lin Zhou's knee.
Stop being so cheeky.
"When you told me to 'go back to being a pretty face,' you seemed pretty pleased with yourself, didn't you? Have you been wanting to settle a score with me for a while now, using filming as an excuse?"
"I'm innocent! More wronged than Dou E!"
Lin Zhou immediately raised three fingers to swear.
"If I had even the slightest selfish motive, I wish I could never be a kept man for the rest of my life!"
Su Qingge burst out laughing, and her laughter was truly captivating, instantly dispelling the oppressive atmosphere in the room.
She rolled her eyes at Lin Zhou, but her stomach betrayed her by letting out a "groan".
After filming a crying scene all afternoon, she was exhausted and starving.
Lin Zhou, with his keen ears, immediately seized the opportunity to climb up the pole.
"Wife, are you hungry? Come, come, that bastard Director Lin is so inconsiderate, Lin Zhou will serve you your meal right away."
He quickly got up from the floor and opened the insulated bag on the coffee table.
An intensely spicy and savory aroma exploded out instantly, filling the entire room.
The bright red, spicy crayfish were specially cooked by Lin Zhou in the canteen kitchen after filming wrapped. Each one was large and plump, coated in chili oil and minced garlic, making one's mouth water just looking at them.
Lin Zhou moved a small stool to sit on the edge of the bed, put on disposable gloves, and began to skillfully peel shrimp.
"Click."
Remove the shrimp heads and peel off the shells to reveal the snow-white, bouncy shrimp meat inside.
He dipped the shrimp meat in the broth and carefully offered it to Su Qingge's lips.
"ah--"
Su Qingge didn't hesitate, opened her mouth and took a bite. The fresh and spicy taste instantly bloomed on her tongue, so delicious that her eyes narrowed.
"How does it taste? Is it spicy enough?" Lin Zhou asked, peeling the second egg while observing her expression.
"It's alright, barely passing."
Su Qingge gave a stubborn snort, but her body betrayed her by moving closer to Lin Zhou, waiting for the second feeding.
One after another.
Lin Zhou peeled the shells quickly, and Su Qingge ate with great satisfaction.
Halfway through her meal, Su Qingge suddenly stopped. Looking at Lin Zhou's fingers smeared with chili oil, and his face, which appeared somewhat tired yet still gentle under the light, the last vestiges of her grievance melted away completely.
"Lin Zhou".
Her voice softened, carrying a hint of barely perceptible seriousness.
"Actually... you're right."
Lin Zhou paused slightly as he peeled the shrimp, then looked up at her.
"In that scene during the day, if you hadn't pushed me so hard, I probably would never have been able to portray that kind of look in my eyes in my entire life."
Su Qingge took out a tissue and gently wiped the sweat from his forehead.
"At that moment, I truly felt like I had become Zixia. That despair, that love that disregarded everything... I reached a level of acting I had never dared to imagine before."
"Although the way you swear is really annoying, as a director... you've passed the test."
Having received official confirmation from his wife, the pop diva, Lin Zhou chuckled and pushed a whole bowl of peeled shrimp meat in front of her.
"That's right, don't you know whose husband I am?"
"But honey, art is art, and life is life. On set I'm a tyrant, but at home I'll always be your little follower."
"As long as you can act well, I'll accept anything, even kneeling on a keyboard or a durian, let alone kneeling on one."
Looking at his unserious manner, Su Qingge's initial感动 (feeling of being touched) turned into amusement.
She finished the last shrimp, elegantly wiped her mouth, and took a sip of the honey water Lin Zhou handed her to relieve the spiciness.
Then, her originally clear eyes suddenly welled up with a shimmering, watery light.
It was as if there were hooks, directly catching Lin Zhou's soul.
"I'm full from eating shrimp."
She reached out and gently hooked her finger around Lin Zhou's chin, her fingertips caressing his newly sprouted stubble. Her voice became low and husky, exuding a dangerous yet alluring aura.
"But Director Lin, I'm still not completely over it."
"You yelled at me so badly on set just now, shouldn't you make it up to me in some way?"
Lin Zhou's Adam's apple bobbed as he looked at the alluring woman before him, feeling his mouth watering uncontrollably.
"Honey, how do you want to make it up to me? How about peeling another ten pounds of shrimp?"
Su Qingge chuckled softly, her fingers sliding down his chin to his Adam's apple, and then suddenly pulling the unsuspecting Lin Zhou towards herself.
Their breaths mingled instantly.
"Peeling shrimp is so boring."
She breathed softly into Lin Zhou's ear, her warm breath sending a jolt through his spine like an electric current.
"Tonight, your punishment is... you're not allowed to stop."