usenovelgroup Chapter 55 Lin Zhou shrugs: Sorry, I'm a stay-at-home dad.
Chapter 55 Lin Zhou shrugs: Sorry, I'm a stay-at-home dad.
Yan Min's hands were trembling, and the thick stack of letters of intent rustled as he gripped them tightly.
This isn't paper at all!
This is clearly the ticket to financial freedom, a passport to the Chinese music scene for the next decade!
"Lin Zhou! Listen to me!"
Yan Min was so excited that spittle flew everywhere; she wished she could shove the contract directly into Lin Zhou's collar.
"Tencent said the signing bonus is five million, with the remaining revenue split 50/50! That's top-tier treatment!"
"And there's NetCloud, they promised to give you a personal column and allocate all the site's resources to you!"
"Even Hollywood studios have emailed me, wanting to buy this song for use as background music! That's US dollars! US dollars!"
"Just nod and sign your name, and you can instantly go from a 'gold digger' to a 'diamond bachelor'! This is an opportunity that countless people wouldn't even dare to dream of!"
The surrounding air seemed to become hot and dry because of these astronomical figures.
Lu Ming stood to the side, his eyes practically bulging out of their sockets, his face contorted with jealousy. He'd worked himself to the bone for a year, barely earning a few tens of millions, while Lin Zhou, with just a few casual remarks, had money practically delivered to his door?
Chen Kai and Wang Lei also looked on with envy. Although they were not short of money, who wouldn't be envious of such a talent that seemed to be "given a gift from God"?
All eyes were on Lin Zhou, waiting for his ecstasy and his nod.
however.
Lin Zhou lazily raised his eyelids and glanced at the stack of tempting contracts.
Then, he extended a finger and gently, yet undeniably, pushed Yan Min's outstretched hand back.
The movements were light and airy, as if they were pushing away a sales flyer.
"Um... Director Yan, could you please move aside?"
Lin Zhou frowned, his tone even carrying a hint of disdain:
You're blocking my light.
Yan Min: "???"
The entire audience was stunned: "???"
Blocking light?
Is this supposed to be a problem with blocking the light? This is blocking your path to wealth, bro!
"No, Lin Zhou, wake up!"
Yan Min stamped her feet anxiously, "This is the contract! This is the money! Did you run out of breath from singing just now? Should I call an ambulance for you?"
"I am perfectly sober."
Lin Zhou sighed, walked around from behind the stove, grabbed a towel to wipe his hands, and said with an air of matter-of-fact:
"It is precisely because I am clear-headed that I am asking you to move aside."
"Didn't you see how high the sun is? It's almost lunchtime."
He pointed to the scorching sun overhead, then to Nuonuo beside him, who was staring at him expectantly, his tone as serious as if he were discussing matters of national importance:
"My wife and daughter are hungry, I need to hurry back and cook."
"Sign a contract? Can that fill your stomach? Can that feed my daughter?"
boom--!
In that instant, it was as if an invisible thunderbolt struck the top of everyone present.
Quiet.
A deathly silence.
Even the cicadas in the trees seemed stunned by Lin Zhou's words and forgot to chirp.
Yan Min's mouth dropped open, her chin nearly hitting her feet, and the contract in her hand scattered all over the ground, bewildered in the wind.
Cook?
Turned down a multi-million dollar contract to go back to cooking? Turned down an opportunity to become a top star?
What the hell is this brain circuit?
Is this something carbon-based life forms can do?
"Are you...are you serious?"
Su Qingge stood to the side, completely dumbfounded.
Looking at Lin Zhou's nonchalant demeanor, she felt a mix of emotions.
She had always thought Lin Zhou was just trying to save face, or putting on an act in front of her. But looking at his expression now, his peach blossom eyes were filled with sincerity and... impatience.
He genuinely felt that cooking was more important than signing a contract.
"Of course I'm serious."
Lin Zhou walked up to Chen Kai, took the wooden guitar down, and carefully handed it back to him.
"Thanks, Brother Chen. The instrument is nice, but the strings are a bit stiff. Remember to take care of it later."
After he finished speaking, he turned around and faced the rows of dark camera lenses.
At this point, the live stream chat had completely gone crazy, filled with "???" and "Holy crap".
Lin Zhou straightened his wind-blown collar, shrugged at the camera, and gave a terribly innocent, yet utterly Versailles-esque smile:
"Everyone, don't be so surprised."
"There may be some misunderstanding about me."
"I never thought about debuting or becoming a big star."
He paused, his gaze gently sweeping over Su Qingge and Nuonuo beside him, his voice filled with a sickeningly doting affection:
"Singing is just a hobby I do to pass the time when I'm bored, just like some people like fishing and some people like playing mahjong."
"As for my main job..."
Lin Zhou straightened his back and patted his chest with pride:
"My main job is being a stay-at-home dad."
"My dream is to live off my wife with confidence and raise her and my children to be healthy and plump."
"This is my life's ideal, so what? It's not illegal, is it?"
These words were spoken with such conviction and conviction, so full of self-assurance.
To describe "living off a woman" in such a refined and elegant way, even with a touch of tragic self-sacrifice for the family, is probably unique to Lin Zhou.
After a brief moment of stunned silence, the viewers in the live stream went completely wild.
"I'm speechless! I'm completely speechless! Is this what they call 'great vision'?"
"Others are blessed with natural talent, but Lin Zhou smashed God's bowl and said, 'I'm going home to cook for my wife!'"
"Waaaah, even though he's pretentious, why do I think he's so handsome?"
"This is the real Versailles! Singing is a hobby? Then what are we tone-deaf people? A junkyard?"
"Did Goddess Su save the galaxy in her past life? Where can you find a man who values his wife and children more than fame and fortune?"
Hearing these words, Su Qingge's cheeks flushed slightly, and a sweet feeling welled up inside her.
She stepped forward, giving Lin Zhou a reproachful glare, but her eyes were full of laughter:
"Alright, stop joking. Let's go home, I'm hungry."
"Alright! Let's head back to the palace!"
Lin Zhou picked up Nuonuo and took Su Qingge's hand, then swaggered towards room number four amidst envious and jealous stares.
Leaving behind a pile of shattered glasses and Yan Min, disheveled in the wind.
however.
Just when the entire internet was enthusiastically praising Lin Zhou's "indifference to fame and fortune" and "perfect man" persona, and even many haters turned into fans because of this,
In another corner of the internet, an undercurrent is quietly brewing.
Inside a high-end apartment in Beijing.
Chu Yuwei stared intently at her phone screen, watching Lin Zhou lead Su Qingge away in the live stream, and the barrage of comments praising them as a "perfect couple."
Her nails dug deep into her palms, her jealousy making her unrecognizable.
The man who should have been revolving around her, the simp who used to be completely devoted to her, is now giving up a multi-million dollar contract for Su Qingge?
He even publicly humiliated Su Qingge because of her?
"Lin Zhou...you're awesome!"
Chu Yuwei gritted her teeth, her eyes flashing with resentment.
Since I can't have her, then Su Qingge shouldn't have an easy time either!
Do you want to cultivate a "devoted and loving husband" persona?
dream!
She took a deep breath, opened Weibo, and found her main account with millions of followers.
My fingers flew across the screen as I typed a few words.
The accompanying photo is a faded old photograph. In the photo, young Lin Zhou is holding a guitar, sitting on the grass of the playground, his profile showing a youthful and focused expression.
Click to send.
A few seconds later.
Lin Zhou, who was humming a song and chopping vegetables in the kitchen, suddenly heard Su Qingge's cold laugh coming from the living room.
"Oh."
There was a chill in that laughter that sent shivers down one's spine.
Lin Zhou's hand trembled, and the kitchen knife almost cut his finger.
He peeked out and asked cautiously:
"Honey? What's wrong? Are you starving?"
Su Qingge sat in a chair, holding her phone in her hand, the light from the screen reflecting on her face, which had instantly turned icy.
She slowly raised her head, her eyes no longer filled with the tenderness of before, but only with scrutiny and a hint of... murderous intent.
"Lin Zhou, come here."
She beckoned to Lin Zhou with her finger, her tone soft yet strangely eerie:
"It seems your 'hobby' is causing trouble for others."
"Look, your 'favorite' has posted on Weibo."