landbeastnovel Chapter 169 The mask falls, and Su Qingge bursts into tears on the spot.
Chapter 169 The mask falls, and Su Qingge bursts into tears on the spot.
The moment the mask was removed from the face, it was as if an invisible hand had pressed the pause button on the entire world.
The once bustling Bird's Nest became so silent that you could even hear the crackling sound of electricity passing through the microphone.
On the big screen, the face that could make 900 million girls scream and was also cursed by 900 million netizens was exposed to the spotlight without any cover.
Sweat trickled down his sharply defined jawline, dampening his collar. A few stray strands of hair clung to his forehead, looking somewhat disheveled, yet exuding an indescribable wildness and...familiarity.
Those deep eyes, filled with a smile, are quietly looking at the camera.
"Clatter".
The script in the hands of the host, He Ling, fell straight onto the stage floor like a pigeon with broken wings.
On the judges' panel, the veteran songwriter who had just been confidently speculating that Lanling Wang was the "Godfather of Rock" had his glasses slip down to the tip of his nose, and his mouth was so wide open that a light bulb could fit inside.
A full five seconds passed.
That suffocating silence was finally broken by a heart-wrenching scream.
"Lin...Lin Zhou?!"
"Holy crap!!! Am I blind? It's Lin Zhou?!"
"That Lin Zhou who only lives off women and recently switched careers to become a director?!"
The entire audience erupted in cheers.
It was ten thousand times more explosive than the high notes in "Exaggeration" just now.
Everyone went crazy. People were grabbing their hair, slapping their thighs, and some even pinched the person next to them hard, trying to prove that they were dreaming.
How is that possible?
The Prince of Lanling, who sang of all the vicissitudes of life and whose voice could pierce the heavens, was actually Lin Zhou?
Lin Zhou, the man who wore an apron in the kitchen and cooked noodles for Su Tianhou, was ridiculed by the entire internet as a "stay-at-home husband"?
This world is so magical!
Even TV dramas wouldn't dare to portray it like this!
Amidst this chaotic and turbulent sea, Su Qingge was like an isolated island swallowed by a giant wave.
She stood stiffly in front of the judges' panel, her hands tightly covering her mouth, her beautiful peach blossom eyes wide open, and tears streaming down her face like a burst dam.
It's really him.
She stared at that face for three whole years.
He's the first thing I see when I wake up every morning, and he's the last thing I see before I go to sleep every night.
But at this moment, he felt both so unfamiliar and so familiar to her.
The fragments of memory in my mind, like a frantic montage, began to rewind and recombine rapidly.
No wonder.
No wonder he always made excuses to leave whenever "The Masked Singer" was being recorded, saying he was going to discuss business with the production team or to buy toys for Nuonuo.
No wonder he occasionally displays a surprisingly professional skill when he hums songs at home.
No wonder he got drunk last night, hugging her leg and crying, "Fifty billion reward!" and "Give me the big one!"
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All the "neglecting one's duties," all the "idleness," and even "Xitong," who almost made her kill someone, were all for this moment.
He wanted to give her a surprise.
He did this to prove that he was worthy of her, worthy of the title "Su Qingge's husband".
"fool……"
Su Qingge choked up, her voice breaking in her throat.
"You... utter and complete idiot!"
At that moment, she completely forgot about her diva persona, the live broadcast mishap, and the attention of hundreds of millions of viewers across the internet.
She had only one thought.
She wanted to hug him.
Even if the sky were to fall, she would still hold onto this foolish man who was so endearing.
"Lin Zhou!"
With a cry, Su Qingge grabbed her priceless haute couture gown and rushed off the judges' panel.
Wearing heels over ten centimeters high, she ran faster than anyone else, like a moth drawn to a flame, stumbling and staggering towards the center of the stage.
The security guards instinctively tried to stop her, but when they saw that it was Su Tianhou, they quickly withdrew their hands in fright.
on the stage.
Just as Lin Zhou was about to say a few more pretentious words to the camera, he suddenly felt a fragrant breeze waft by.
Before he could react, a warm and soft body crashed into his arms.
The impact was so great that he had to take two steps back before he could barely stand.
"Wife?"
Lin Zhou was stunned for a moment, looking at the woman in his arms who was crying with tears streaming down her face and her makeup was ruined, and he was at a loss.
"What's wrong with you? I just won the championship, are you so happy you've gone crazy?"
Su Qingge was speechless.
She clung tightly to Lin Zhou's waist, burying her face in his flamboyant clown suit, her tears instantly soaking a large patch of the expensive fabric.
She pounded his back hard, again and again, as if to vent all the grievances, fears, and all the messy speculations she had suffered these past few days.
"You bastard! You're a complete bastard!"
"Why did you hide it from me? Why did you have to bear it all alone?"
"Do you know...do you know that last night I was still suspecting you were having an affair!"
As Lin Zhou listened to the accusations of the person in his arms, the weight in his heart finally lifted.
He reached out and gently put his arm around Su Qingge's trembling shoulders, patting her back softly as if he were comforting a wronged child.
"I didn't tell you because I wanted to give you a complete surprise."
"Besides, if I had said so earlier, would you have let me go on stage dressed like this, looking like a lunatic?"
He pointed to the purple and green clown costume he was wearing, his tone tinged with a mixture of helplessness and indulgence.
"Besides, if I didn't hide it from you, how could you have believed my 'tying the red string' nonsense under those circumstances last night?"
When the "red rope" was mentioned, Su Qingge was both amused and exasperated.
She looked up, her swollen, red eyes glaring at him fiercely. She wanted to curse him, but couldn't bring herself to.
Watching this couple, seemingly oblivious to everyone else, show their affection in front of tens of thousands of people, the audience at the scene and netizens watching on screens felt like they hadn't even recovered from the shock before being force-fed a mouthful of dog food (a Chinese slang term for witnessing public displays of affection).
But this dog food...
It's so damn sweet!
"Okay, okay, stop crying."
Lin Zhou's heart melted at the sight of his wife.
He reached out to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and ignoring the director's frantic close-ups, he lowered his head and gently kissed her forehead.
then.
He picked up the microphone again, turned around, and faced the sea of glowing lights that had already boiled over, and the live broadcast camera that was still flashing wildly.
At that moment, the tenderness in his eyes vanished, replaced by a confidence and composure that belonged to a king of singers, a movie star, and a true man.
He held the sobbing woman in his arms, and raised the golden trophy high in his other hand.
Under the spotlight, that smile was so bright it was almost blinding, and also... infuriating.
"Everyone."
Let me reintroduce myself.
"I am Lin Zhou."
"It's that director Lin Zhou, who made 200 million at the box office; it's that Lin Zhou who only knows how to live off women."
"And also tonight's King of Songs, Lanling Wang."
He paused, looked down at Su Qingge in his arms, and his eyes were practically overflowing with laughter.
"Of course, the most important identity is—"
"I am Su Qingge's husband."
The crowd erupted in cheers once again.
Lin Zhou, however, acted as if he hadn't heard, and brought the microphone to his mouth, uttering in front of the whole world the love confession that made Su Qingge laugh through her tears and caused countless single people to wail in despair:
"Honey, just for the sake of this trophy being pure gold..."
"I guess I won't have to kneel on a keyboard when I get home tonight, right?"
"After all... I brought you back the title of 'King of Singers,' isn't that a 'big' reward?"