MC Bookstore Chapter 246 Su Qingge picks up Lin Zhou at the airport and cries her heart out.
Chapter 246 Su Qingge picks up Lin Zhou at the airport and cries her heart out.
"Qingge, what are you doing here?"
"Shouldn't you be waiting for me obediently in the fortress?"
A familiar voice pierced through the cold morning wind.
With undisguised anxiety and heartache, it struck Su Qingge's ear heavily.
Su Qingge, who was standing on the curb, trembled.
She suddenly raised her head.
When she finally saw that tall, upright, and unharmed figure clearly in her vision, her peach blossom eyes, which were bloodshot from staying up all night, burst into tears.
Without the slightest hesitation.
She also lost the aloof and reserved demeanor she usually displayed as an ice queen.
Su Qingge was like a fledgling bird that had lost its way in a storm but finally found its way back to the nest, rushing towards Lin Zhou without any regard for anything else.
"Lin Zhou!"
It was accompanied by a shrill and hoarse sob.
Su Qingge crashed headfirst into Lin Zhou's broad, sturdy chest.
The immense impact forced Lin Zhou to take a half-step back.
But he immediately tightened his arms around her, like iron hoops, and pulled the thin, trembling woman into his embrace with extreme force.
"You bastard! You complete and utter liar!"
Su Qingge gripped Lin Zhou's white shirt tightly with both hands, her knuckles turning pale from the extreme force.
She buried her face deeply in the crook of Lin Zhou's neck.
Tears streamed down like a burst dam, instantly soaking Lin Zhou's collar.
Scalding tears slid down Lin Zhou's cold skin, burning his heart and causing it to throb irregularly.
"You said you wouldn't lose a single hair!"
"Do you even know how I've been coping these past two days?!"
"Every time I close my eyes, I see you being attacked by those professional assassins. I'm afraid I'll never see you again, I'm afraid Nuonuo won't even have a father anymore!"
While sobbing hysterically, Su Qingge pounded Lin Zhou's back with her small fists in a chaotic manner.
This is a complete outburst after emotions have been suppressed to the extreme.
These past few days, in the underground safe house of Xishan Fortress, she outwardly had to comfort young Nuonuo and feign composure.
But the fear and torment in her heart had long since pushed her mental defenses to the brink of collapse.
A transnational assassination organization.
Professional mercenary.
These terrifying terms, which originally only existed in movies, were now hanging over her husband's head like a real knife; any woman would go completely insane in that situation.
"I'm sorry, honey, I'm so sorry."
Lin Zhou did not refute her, letting her vent her fear.
He gently stroked Su Qingge's long, wind-blown hair, his chin pressed tightly against her forehead.
He continuously soothed her with an extremely gentle yet reassuring voice.
"Didn't I return unscathed?"
"Not even a layer of skin was broken, really."
"If you don't believe me, touch him. He's still your lively and energetic husband."
Hearing Lin Zhou's somewhat roguish words of comfort, Su Qingge cried even harder.
She clung tightly to Lin Zhou's waist, as if the moment she let go, the man before her would vanish like a bubble in the cold wind.
Lin Zhou looked down at his wife, who was crying her eyes out in his arms.
The horrific truth he had seen in that top-secret appendix flashed uncontrollably through his mind.
Source code.
Human body carrier.
Living brain surgery.
What those mad dogs in the K organization really wanted wasn't some rare earth mineral vein, but rather the technological tree in his mind that was capable of overturning the world!
This secret is too heavy a burden.
It was so heavy that it could crush the rationality of any normal person.
Lin Zhou's Adam's apple bobbed with difficulty.
For a fleeting moment, he wanted to tell Su Qingge everything.
But reason forcefully extinguished this dangerous thought.
I can't say.
You absolutely mustn't tell!
If Qingge knew that her husband, with whom she shared a bed every day, actually possessed a "miracle code" in his mind that was coveted by underground oligarchs worldwide.
If she knew that the highest leader of the K organization, "Black Bishop," was lurking in the capital, ready to dissect and study him at any time.
Then she'll never get a good night's sleep in her life.
This abyss-like fear and pressure was something Lin Zhou had to bear alone.
His woman only needs to continue being that proud female CEO in this greenhouse he forged with blood and steel.
"Lin Zhou..."
Su Qingge had cried enough and raised her head in a hoarse voice.
Those swollen, red eyes were filled with deep worry.
"That one-eyed man... that K organization assassin, have you dealt with him?"
Lin Zhou looked into her eyes, a gentle and composed smile playing on his lips.
He gently wiped away the tear stains on her cheeks with his rough fingertips.
"It's all resolved."
Lin Zhou spoke as casually as if he had just gone out to throw out the trash.
"They were just a few insignificant overseas fry, and I've already taken care of them."
"They will never dare to set foot in China again, let alone try to harm our Nuonuo."
"Really?" Su Qingge sniffed, still somewhat incredulous.
"More real than real gold."
Lin Zhou affectionately brushed her nose, which was red from the cold.
"Your husband is now the new godfather of the Chinese entertainment industry and the head of the Lin family conglomerate."
"We can crush those vicious mercenaries with money, what trouble could they possibly cause?"
He took off his thin coat very naturally and draped it over Su Qingge's shivering shoulders.
"But you, why did you come out without even wearing a warm coat?"
"Uncle Chen, why didn't you stop me?"
Su Qingge wrapped her coat tightly around herself, still warm from Lin Zhou's body.
"It's not Uncle Chen's fault."
"I saw your private jet land through the internal monitoring system myself. I couldn't wait a second longer, so I forced the driver to bring me here."
She leaned back against Lin Zhou's chest, listening to his steady and powerful heartbeat, and the heart that had been hanging in her throat finally settled back into her stomach.
"Honey, let's go home."
Su Qingge's voice was incredibly soft and sweet.
"Nuonuo was calling for her dad in her dream last night; she misses you so much."
"Okay, let's go home."
Lin Zhou picked her up horizontally and forcefully placed her in the warm back seat of the bulletproof Maybach.
He turned his head and gave Old Chen, who was waiting to the side, an extremely sharp look.
Old Chen understood immediately and gave the order to retreat via walkie-talkie.
"All personnel, escort the patriarch back to West Mountain Fortress!"
Twenty all-black bulletproof SUVs restarted, their engines emitting a low, menacing roar that sounded particularly somber and menacing on the airport expressway in the early morning.
The convoy, like a black steel dragon, escorted the Maybach in the middle, and drove in a grand procession towards the western suburbs of Beijing.
however.
Just as this extremely conspicuous convoy had driven less than two hundred meters from the VIP lane,
In the distance, beside the highway, there was an extremely dense reed bed.
Several extremely faint flashes of light, almost imperceptible if one did not look closely, suddenly and eerily lit up in the morning mist.
Those were several of Beijing's top paparazzi who had come after hearing the news!
Since Starry Sky Media acquired Dynasty Entertainment, Lin Zhou's whereabouts have become the most valuable top-secret intelligence in the entire Chinese entertainment industry.
These paparazzi had been staking out the airport for three whole days and finally managed to capture this incredibly stunning scene!
"Holy crap! Big news! Absolutely headline news!"
A paparazzi wearing a baseball cap lay in the grass, watching the scene through the telephoto lens with great excitement.
"Newly crowned King of Singers Lin Zhou arrives in Beijing!"
"A mysterious convoy of black-clad convoy greets them; Su Qingge breaks down in tears and embraces them in the street!"
"If this were posted online, Weibo's servers would definitely crash! We'd have a villa by the sea for the rest of our lives!"
He was so excited that he was trembling all over, and his fingers were frantically pressing the camera shutter button.
His companions next to him excitedly echoed his sentiments.
"Quick! Zoom in as wide as possible! Let's see if we can get a clear picture of those men in black's faces!"
"This entourage is a hundred times more extravagant than that of the heads of top conglomerates!"
Just as the paparazzi in the baseball cap was about to press the record button to capture the entire scene of the convoy driving away.
An extremely large hand wearing a black tactical glove.
It reached down from above his head without warning!
Like a ghost, it grabbed that super telephoto red-ring lens worth hundreds of thousands of dollars with extreme precision!
"Who?!"
The paparazzi in the baseball cap jumped in fright and turned his head sharply.
In the morning mist.
Before they knew it, three black-clad bodyguards, as tall as iron towers and exuding a strong aura of menace, had silently appeared behind them!
They were like ghosts crawling out of hell, making no sound as they stepped on the grass.
Those eyes, hidden behind sunglasses, held a cold, icy gaze, as if looking at a dead person.
"Snap!"
A sharp, piercing sound of glass shattering rang out.
That incredibly sturdy high-end SLR lens was actually crushed into a shower of glass dust by the leading bodyguard in black with just one hand!
The paparazzi in the baseball cap gasped, so frightened that he collapsed onto the muddy ground, not daring to even breathe.
The bodyguard in black slowly released his grip.
He let those extremely expensive shards of glass slip through his fingers.
He looked down at the pale-faced paparazzi, his voice as cold and mechanical as a machine.
"Your memory cards."
"Or your lives."
"Choose one."