Seven years after transmigrating, he was cornered at the head of the bed by a cold and aloof empress

Chapter 160: Box office surpasses 5 million! Lin Zhou gets drunk and passed out at the celebration b

The crystal chandelier refracted tiny sparkles, illuminating the entire banquet hall in a more extravagant light than daytime.

The air was filled with the scent of expensive champagne, mixed with the effeminate atmosphere unique to the world of vanity.

Tonight, Lin Zhou is undoubtedly the center of this world.

Just a month ago, when these well-dressed elites mentioned him, they would have a disdainful sneer on their lips, jokingly calling him "that gigolo who climbed the social ladder by relying on his wife."

But now?

"Director Lin! Oh, Director Lin! I must toast you with this!"

An investor with a Mediterranean-style haircut struggled through the crowd, his well-maintained face etched with fawning wrinkles.

"I knew it from the start—the script for 'A Chinese Odyssey' was extraordinary, an absolute masterpiece! It's a pity our company was facing financial difficulties at the time, and we missed the opportunity to work with you. I'm so regretful I could slap my thigh!"

Lin Zhou leaned against the bar, swirling a half-empty glass of red wine in his hand, his eyes already somewhat glazed.

He looked at the unfamiliar face in front of him and couldn't help but want to laugh.

If I remember correctly, it was this guy who publicly mocked him at that drinking party, saying, "Why don't you take a piss and look at yourself in the mirror?"

"Mr. Zhang, you're too kind."

Lin Zhou smiled slightly, but instead of exposing the other party's clumsy performance, he tilted his head back and drank the wine in his glass in one gulp.

"It's all in the wine."

"That's great! Director Lin is such a straightforward person!"

Mr. Zhang was overjoyed and quickly refilled his cup.

This is like a signal.

The celebrities who had been eagerly waiting around swarmed in instantly, like sharks smelling blood.

"Director Lin, this is Lao Li from Starlight Films. For your next project, whatever the subject matter, just name your price, and I won't even blink at under 300 million!"

"Mr. Lin, I'm the editor-in-chief of Esquire magazine. I'd like to invite you to shoot a cover..."

"Brother Lin, I'm that newly debuted trainee, and I especially admire your talent..."

One cup after another.

Red like blood, white like fire.

Lin Zhou accepted all comers.

I'm so happy!

I'm really happy.

This 5 billion box office is not just a number; it is a slap in the face to this snobbish world.

He just wants to drink, to drink until the world turns upside down, to drink until he's completely satisfied.

Even a body enhanced by the system can't withstand this relentless, relentless force-feeding.

Gradually, the scene before my eyes began to become bizarre and grotesque.

The fawning smiles overlapped, creating a distorted funhouse mirror. The carpet beneath my feet felt like cotton candy, soft and fluffy, sinking me halfway into it with every step.

"Alright, alright, everyone."

A slender, fair hand reached out and blocked another wine glass that was being offered to it.

Wearing a bright red haute couture evening gown, Su Qingge, like a burning flame, forcefully squeezed into the crowd and took Lin Zhou's swaying arm.

She wore a polite smile, but her eyes revealed a protective and authoritative air.

"My director Lin has really had too much to drink today. If he keeps drinking, he might not even be able to read the press release for the celebration banquet tomorrow."

"I'll drink this glass of wine for him."

After saying that, she took the glass of wine with a hearty laugh, tilted her head back, and downed it in one gulp.

Those red lips, stained with wine, looked exceptionally alluring under the light.

When the people around saw that even the diva had come out to stop them, who would dare to be so tactless as to force-feed her? They all said polite things like "Teacher Su has a huge capacity for alcohol" and "Director Lin is so lucky," and then wisely dispersed.

"Lin Zhou? Lin Zhou?"

Su Qingge patted Lin Zhou's cheek; it was burning hot to the touch.

This guy's eyes were unfocused, and he had a silly grin on his lips; he had clearly blacked out.

"Wife..."

Lin Zhou, with a thick tongue, leaned all his weight on Su Qingge as if he had no bones, nuzzling his head against her neck.

"Look at this lamp... why... why does it have so many coils?"

You look like a donut to me!

Su Qingge was both annoyed and amused. She struggled to support her heavy body and waved to the bodyguard in the distance.

"What are you all standing there for? Come and lend a hand! Lift him into the car!"

Two burly men rushed over and lifted Lin Zhou up on either side, like carrying a sack, and with difficulty, they left the banquet hall amidst the respectful gazes of the crowd.

The early spring night breeze carried a hint of coolness, but it couldn't dispel the smell of alcohol on my clothes.

The black van drove smoothly through the night of Beijing.

The rear seat partition rises up, blocking the driver's view and creating a private little space.

Lin Zhou slumped in the leather seat, his tie ripped open and two buttons on his shirt popped off, revealing a patch of reddened chest.

His brows were furrowed, as if he was enduring the dizziness brought on by the alcohol, and he occasionally let out a few uncomfortable groans.

"Serves you right for being so cocky. Now you know what it's like to suffer?"

Su Qingge sat beside him, holding a warm, damp towel, and gently wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and neck.

Although she was complaining, her peach blossom eyes were full of heartache.

No one knows better than Lin Zhou how much pressure she has been under over the past month.

Now that everything has settled, he should let off some steam.

"water……"

Lin Zhou closed his eyes, his lips were chapped, and he murmured unconsciously.

"Here I am, my little darling."

Su Qingge quickly unscrewed the thermos and carefully fed him two sips of honey water.

The warm liquid flowed down his throat, and Lin Zhou's tightly furrowed brows relaxed slightly.

He turned over, resting his head on Su Qingge's lap, his cheek against her soft silk skirt, and his breathing gradually became even.

Su Qingge looked down at the man sleeping like a child, her fingers gently running through his slightly messy black hair.

The streetlights outside the window swept past one by one, casting flickering shadows on his face.

"Five billion...!"

Su Qingge sighed softly, a proud smile curving her lips.

"Who would have thought that the gigolo I casually picked up would turn out to be a hero capable of causing chaos and disaster?"

Just as she was immersed in this blissful and tender moment, preparing to bend down and kiss her great hero.

Lin Zhou, who was fast asleep, suddenly shuddered.

He suddenly grabbed Su Qingge's wrist with terrifying force, his knuckles turning white.

It was as if I was dreaming about something extremely important, or as if I was having a heated argument with someone.

His brows were tightly furrowed, his lips moved, and his voice was indistinct yet extremely urgent.

"Don't...don't play dead..."

"System..."

Su Qingge was stunned for a moment.

Unification?

What kind of bucket? A rice bucket? A toilet?

She lowered her head in confusion, her ear almost touching Lin Zhou's mouth, trying to hear what he was saying in his sleep.

next second.

Lin Zhou's voice suddenly became clear, carrying a kind of persistent and excited tone, like someone demanding a debt:

"System! That's already 5 billion... where's the reward?"

"Quick...give it to me...I want a big one..."