signingbooks Chapter 8: Upon arriving at the village entrance, the diva wife unexpectedly acted coquettishly in p
Chapter 8: Upon arriving at the village entrance, the diva wife unexpectedly acted coquettishly in p
The road leading to Peach Blossom Village was less a road and more a testing ground for tanks.
The sky was filled with yellow dust, and the ground was riddled with potholes.
The "limited edition convertible" rickshaw creaked under Lin Zhou's feet, making his teeth ache, as if it was about to fall apart at any moment.
"Lin Zhou! Are you doing this on purpose? This isn't a leisurely drive, it's practically a tribulation!"
Su Qingge sat in the truck bed lined with cardboard, her whole body swaying wildly with the bumps of the truck. She had to hold on tightly to the edge of the truck bed. Her usually high-fashion face, which she used to shoot high-fashion photos, was now as pale as paper, and her sunglasses were crooked on her nose. She looked as disheveled as a down-on-her-luck heiress fleeing from disaster.
The vans and SUVs ahead had long since sped away, leaving them only with mouths full of dust.
"Hold on tight! There's a slope ahead!"
Lin Zhou shouted without turning his head.
The system's [Body Enhancement Potion] was playing an abnormal role at this moment.
The dilapidated tricycle, carrying two adults, a child, and two large suitcases, moved with the lightness of a road racer under his feet. He pedaled incredibly fast, his calf muscles taut, the lines smooth and explosive.
The sun was blazing overhead.
Sweat slid down Lin Zhou's slender neck, quickly soaking through his cheap white T-shirt.
The thin fabric clung tightly to his back, outlining his broad latissimus dorsi muscles and deep spinal grooves with his movements, and the outline of his muscles bulging as he exerted force could be vaguely seen.
This scene was captured without reservation by the camera following closely behind and transmitted in real time to the screens of millions of people.
The live stream chat, which was initially mocking Lin Zhou's "chauffeur's fate," has subtly shifted its tone:
"Holy crap? That back view... it's something else!"
"Is this really a gigolo? Those muscles... he must have spent years in the gym to get them."
"This core strength is terrifying! To carry something so heavy and still ride so fast? It's like a pile driver!"
"Hey lady in front, could you put on some clothes? I'd like to sit in the back too, even if it's a tricycle!"
At this moment, Su Qingge was in no mood to appreciate any muscles.
She felt like her internal organs were about to be shaken out.
Suddenly, a huge, bottomless pit appeared in the road ahead, lying across the middle of the road.
"Lin Zhou! It's a trap! There's a trap! Stop right now!"
Su Qingge was so frightened that her face turned pale and her voice changed.
"I can't stop! Hold me tight!"
Instead of slowing down, Lin Zhou suddenly stood up, his thigh muscles working hard as he slammed down on the pedal.
The tricycle, like a runaway bull, charged straight toward the large pit with an unstoppable momentum.
"Boom—Clang!"
The wheels slammed heavily into the ditch, then bounced up suddenly, sending the entire vehicle soaring half a meter into the air.
The immense inertia caused Su Qingge to lurch forward.
In that moment of weightlessness, the aloof diva's composure shattered. Instinctively, she stretched out her arms and tightly wrapped them around the man's waist, burying her face in Lin Zhou's sweaty back.
"Ah—! Honey, slow down~"
A soft, trembling scream escaped uncontrollably from her throat.
Because of her fear, she dragged out the last syllable, with a hint of unconscious coquetry and dependence, making her sound... both alluring and innocent.
The air seemed to freeze for a second.
Immediately afterwards, the live stream chat exploded.
"!!!!!!"
"My mom asked me why I was kneeling while watching the live stream! Do you think I can just listen to that audio for free?"
"'Husband, slow down'? Help! Those four words are too devastating! Goddess Su, you've ruined your image!"
"Who said they were in a contract marriage? This instinctive reaction doesn't lie! They're definitely a real couple!"
"That scoundrel Lin Zhou! He stole my wife, I can't forgive him! Can't he at least give me a good beating too?!"
The tricycle finally made it over the big pothole and started driving smoothly on the dirt road again.
Still shaken, Su Qingge clung to Lin Zhou's back, the strong scent of his hormones mingling with the smell of sweat and a faint scent of soap buds. Surprisingly, it wasn't unpleasant; instead, it gave her a strange sense of security.
When she realized what she had just shouted, her face instantly turned as red as a ripe tomato, and even her ears burned.
She...she actually called Lin Zhou "husband" in front of the entire internet? And told him to slow down?
If this gets edited into a meme, she'll never be able to work in the entertainment industry again!
"Um... the road was really bumpy just now."
Su Qingge released her grip as if electrocuted, sat up straight, and tried to regain some of her dignity as a diva, but her voice was as weak as a mosquito's hum.
Lin Zhou didn't turn around, but a smug, mischievous smile curled at the corner of his lips, his voice tinged with a hint of teasing:
"I didn't expect Teacher Su to be so warm-hearted in private? Don't worry, the road will be smooth soon, I know what I'm doing."
"You're full of devils! Lin Zhou, shut up!" Su Qingge said angrily, reaching out to pinch the soft flesh on his waist hard.
But this was less of a punishment and more of a flirtatious exchange.
Sitting atop the suitcase, Nuonuo's face was flushed with excitement the whole time. She waved a foxtail grass in her hand and cheered loudly.
"Wow! Daddy's amazing! You're like flying! Do it again!"
"Alright! Hold on tight!"
Lin Zhou laughed loudly, his feet barely touching the ground, and he rode the dilapidated tricycle with the aura of a Ferrari, speeding into the threshing ground of Peach Blossom Village with sparks and lightning.
"squeak--"
With a beautiful drift, the tricycle came to a steady stop at the meeting point.
The other three families had arrived long ago and were sitting in the shade drinking iced water and enjoying the air conditioning. When they saw Lin Zhou's group, looking disheveled yet barging in aggressively, everyone was taken aback.
Lu Ming took off his sunglasses, looking at Lin Zhou who was covered in sweat but looked energetic, a hint of jealousy flashing in his eyes. This kid's stamina is amazing! He covered several kilometers of mountain road so quickly?
"We've arrived, get off the bus."
Lin Zhou used his long legs to push off the car, casually wiping the sweat from his forehead with a carefree and relaxed gesture.
He turned around and first picked up Nuonuo, who was still excited, and then looked at Su Qingge in the truck bed.
Su Qingge didn't move.
It's not that she doesn't want to move, it's that she really can't.
The rollercoaster-like jolt she had just experienced, coupled with that shameful scream, left her feeling weak all over, her legs feeling like they were made of noodles, completely powerless.
"What? Don't want to get off? Want to do another lap?"
Lin Zhou raised an eyebrow and looked at her with amusement.
"My legs... my legs are weak." Su Qingge bit her lip, glared at him fiercely, and said in a barely audible voice, "Help me up."
"So delicate."
Lin Zhou complained, but his actions were anything but hesitant.
Instead of helping Su Qingge with her arms, he stepped forward, grabbed her slender waist with both hands, and gently lifted her out of the truck bed like he was holding a child.
His toes left the ground, and he soared into the air.
Su Qingge gasped in surprise and instinctively placed her hands on Lin Zhou's shoulders.
The two locked eyes.
We were so close we could see the reflection in each other's pupils.
Lin Zhou's deep, almond-shaped eyes reflected Su Qingge's slightly flustered face. He didn't put her down immediately, but remained in that ambiguous position for two seconds, as if declaring his ownership to the whole world.
The live stream chat was once again flooded with comments like "Boyfriend power MAX".
Su Qingge's heart skipped a beat, and the heat on her face, which hadn't subsided, surged up again.
"Put...put me down! Everyone's watching!"
Lin Zhou chuckled softly, then gently placed her on the ground, smoothing out the slightly disheveled hem of her clothes before whispering in her ear:
"Empress Su, that 'husband' you called out just now sounded really nice. Call it more often next time, and there will be a reward."
"roll!"
Su Qingge blushed and cursed, but the curse sounded more like a coquettish tantrum.
At this moment, Director Yan Min walked over with a megaphone, his smile even brighter than before, clearly very satisfied with the popularity of the live broadcast:
"Congratulations to the Lin Zhou family on their safe arrival! Although the journey was a bit bumpy, it seems everyone enjoyed it!"
"Alright, now that everyone's here, let's move on to the next segment—"
Yan Min waved his hand, and several staff members brought over a blackboard covered with photos:
"House grabbing!"