dognovel Chapter 130: Filming Wraps Up, Lin Zhou Suddenly Has a Fan Club
Chapter 130: Filming Wraps Up, Lin Zhou Suddenly Has a Fan Club
"You don't agree to this marriage?"
Lin Zhou was caught off guard by this sudden "forced separation of lovers".
He looked at the girl who was crying her eyes out and looked to be only seventeen or eighteen years old, then at Nuonuo in his arms who looked completely bewildered, and then at Su Qingge beside him who was trying hard to suppress her laughter. He felt that the scene was utterly absurd.
"Um... little sister."
Lin Zhou cleared his throat, trying to reason with this "solo fan": "First of all, your sister and I are a legally married couple, protected by law. Secondly, your sister's husband is me, not you, so whether you agree or not doesn't seem to matter much?"
"I don't care! I just disagree!"
The little girl cried even louder, pointing her finger at Lin Zhou's nose and accusing him:
"You scumbag! You have such a wonderful wife like our sister, why are you still playing the devoted warlord outside? Look at the look in your eyes just now, were you falling for that female student?"
Lin Zhou: "..."
That was acting, you idiot!
That female student was actually my wife in a cameo role!
"That's right! The Warlord belongs to all of us! Not just Su Qingge!"
"I'm unfollowing you! I never expected you to be like this, Lin Zhou! You're already married, yet you're still out flirting!"
"The Warlord's Wives' Club never gives up! Sisters, let's take him!"
Someone in the crowd led a group of "Wives of the Warlords" who had just become fans because of a few leaked photos, and they actually started pushing forward as if they were going to snatch the bride on the spot.
"Hey! Calm down! Everyone, calm down!"
The security guards at the scene were almost in tears. Several of them joined hands to form a human wall, barely managing to keep the group of crazy fans at bay.
Standing beside Lin Zhou, Su Qingge watched the chaotic scene before her, comparable to "Train to Busan," and felt a mix of emotions.
At one time, her biggest worry was that Lin Zhou's status as a "gold digger" would drag down her career.
But now…
Why does she feel like she's always at risk of being cheated on?
And this "mistress" is actually a group of fans with explosive fighting power?
This unprecedented sense of crisis is a hundred times stronger than when the company was on the verge of bankruptcy.
"Lin Zhou, you better behave yourself!"
Su Qingge pinched Lin Zhou's waist hard and lowered her voice, her tone full of warning.
"Honey, this isn't my fault!"
Lin Zhou winced in pain, looking completely innocent. "They wanted to be my fans, I can't just blindfold them, can I?"
"Then why are you laughing?!"
Su Qingge was furious at his smug look, as if he had gotten the better deal but was still acting innocent.
"Ahem, professional ethics, professional ethics."
Lin Zhou quickly suppressed his smile and cleared his throat.
He knew that if he didn't take a stand by now, he'd be kneeling on his knees until the durian peel wore out.
He stepped forward, took a megaphone from a security guard, and shouted loudly at the group of excited fans in front of him:
"Everyone! Everyone, please quiet down! Listen to me!"
I must say, this "warlord" really has an imposing presence.
As soon as he shouted, the previously noisy crowd miraculously fell silent, and all eyes were focused on him.
Looking at those young and enthusiastic faces and then at the huge banner that read "Lin Zhou Global Fan Club," Lin Zhou felt both amused and exasperated.
It's just playing a villain, is it really that big of a deal?
"First of all, thank you very much for your love for the character 'Shen Xiaolin'."
Holding up a megaphone, Lin Zhou said sincerely, "It is my greatest honor as a 'temporary' actor to receive everyone's recognition."
"but."
He abruptly changed the subject, turned to the side, and grabbed Su Qingge's shoulder, pulling her tightly into his arms.
That action was domineering and forceful, full of an undeniable possessiveness.
"Everyone needs to understand one thing."
Lin Zhou lowered his head and looked at the woman in his arms who was somewhat taken aback by his sudden action. The tenderness in his eyes was almost overflowing.
He addressed the camera and everyone present, clearly and solemnly announcing, word by word:
"Shen Xiaolin belongs to the country; he belongs to that chaotic era."
"But I, Lin Zhou—"
He paused, a proud smile curving his lips:
"It belongs to Su Qingge."
"It was true seven years ago, it is true now, and it will be true for the rest of my life."
boom--!
These words are a million times sweeter than that kissing scene just now!
The scene instantly erupted in chaos.
"Aaaaaaahhhhh!!"
"This is incredible! What an amazing confession!"
"‘The warlord belongs to the nation, but Lin Zhou belongs to Su Qingge’? That’s such a clever line! Lin Zhou, did you secretly take a romance coaching course?"
"I take back what I just said! I agree to this marriage! I'll move the Civil Affairs Bureau over here for you!"
The girl who had just been crying and demanding to "break up the couple" had forgotten to cry now. She stared blankly at the two embracing each other, then looked at the "Su Qingge Solo Fan" light stick in her hand and hesitated for three seconds.
Then, she silently flipped the light board over.
The back is prominently marked with four large characters: "Zhou Su Wang Dao".
...
Amidst a deafening roar of screams and blessings, Lin Zhou helped Su Qingge and Nuonuo squeeze into the nanny van with great difficulty.
The car doors closed, shutting out all the noise from the outside world.
"call…"
Lin Zhou let out a long sigh of relief, feeling as if he had just fought a battle, his whole body almost falling apart.
"Lin Zhou".
A soft, distant call came from beside me.
Lin Zhou turned around and saw Su Qingge taking off her sunglasses. The tension and jealousy in her beautiful phoenix eyes were gone, leaving only a bright, sparkling look.
"What's wrong, honey? Are you captivated by your husband's good looks?" Lin Zhou started being inappropriate again.
"loquacious."
Su Qingge rolled her eyes at him but didn't refute him. She reached out and gently stroked Lin Zhou's cheek, her fingertips tracing the bridge of his high nose. Her voice was soft, yet carried a barely perceptible tremor:
"Were those words just now an act for them, or were they your true feelings?"
Lin Zhou was stunned for a moment.
He took Su Qingge's hand, kissed it gently, and looked into her eyes, saying with utmost seriousness:
"Every single word is."
Su Qingge's heart skipped a beat.
Looking into the deep affection in the man's eyes, her cheeks flushed slightly, and she subconsciously tried to pull her hand back, but he gripped it even tighter.
The atmosphere inside the carriage became ambiguous once again.
"Ahem!"
Xiaowen, the assistant acting as the driver in the front seat, couldn't stand it any longer and coughed loudly, shattering this damn pink bubble:
"Um...Sis, Zhou-ge, should we go back to the company or just go home?"
Su Qingge recoiled as if electrocuted, sat up straight, and resumed her aloof diva demeanor: "Let's go home."
"Yes, sir!"
The van smoothly merged into the traffic.
Lin Zhou leaned back in his chair, watching the street scene recede outside the window, feeling incredibly relaxed.
Not only did he successfully resolve a family crisis, but he also showed off his affection for his wife and even gained a "fan club" for free.
This is a huge profit!
Just as he was happily contemplating whether he could "unlock" some new positions tonight...
My phone suddenly vibrated in my pocket.
It wasn't his usual smartphone, but the Nokia he'd tossed in his bag and almost forgotten about.
Lin Zhou's brows furrowed instantly.
No more than three people know this number.
Moreover, they are all overseas phone numbers.
He calmly took out his phone and glanced at the screen.
The caller ID shows an encrypted satellite phone number with the location displayed as... Bermuda Triangle?
Lin Zhou's eyes instantly became deep.
He glanced at Su Qingge, who was resting with her eyes closed, and then at Nuonuo, who was sleeping soundly in the back seat. After hesitating for a moment, he pressed the answer button.
"Feed?"
His voice was very low, and he spoke in the purest London accent.
There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone.
Immediately following, a male voice, equally fluent but tinged with mockery and teasing, rang out:
"Hey, Lin. Or should I say Seven?"
(Hi, Lin. Or should I call you... Seventh Brother?)
Lin Zhou's pupils suddenly contracted to the size of pinpoints.
Who are you?
(Who are you?)
"An old friend."
(An old friend.)
The man on the other end of the phone chuckled softly; in the background, the sounds of waves and seagulls could be heard.
"I heard you've become a celebrity in China? And you're married and have kids? You seem to be living a pretty good life."
"However, I'm having a little trouble lately and I need a technical consultant."
"Hollywood jobs, are you in?"