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

Chapter 94 Lin Zhou: Because Mom... fell down! Yes, fell down!

"Practicing yoga?"

Nuonuo blinked her big eyes, the spoon in her hand hovering in mid-air, a ring of white milk stains still clinging to the corner of her mouth. The little one clearly didn't buy the explanation; her clear black and white eyes revealed a mischievous glint that said, "Even though I'm not well-educated, don't try to fool me."

"But Dad, why do you have to say 'go easy' when practicing yoga?"

Nuonuo tilted her head, mimicking the tone she heard last night, and asked in her childish voice, "I've seen aunties doing yoga on TV, and they don't talk. Children only yell 'be gentle' when they get injections."

"puff--"

This time, the person being sprayed wasn't Lin Zhou, but Aunt Wang, who was pretending to wipe the table next to him.

Aunt Wang's shoulders trembled violently as she desperately tried to suppress her laughter; her expression showed she was holding it in even more than if she were constipated.

The air on the dining table seemed to freeze instantly, and the temperature seemed to drop below zero.

Su Qingge's hand, holding the sandwich, froze in mid-air, her knuckles turning white from the force. Her face was flushed crimson, as if she had just stepped out of a sauna, and even her earlobes seemed to be dripping blood.

She glared at Lin Zhou fiercely, her eyes filled with murderous intent: Lin Zhou, what kind of lame excuse did you come up with? Now you've only made things worse!

Lin Zhou was also sweating profusely and feeling a chill down his back.

How come this girl has such a good memory?

"Ahem... Um, Nuonuo."

Lin Zhou pulled out a tissue and wiped his daughter's mouth while his mind raced, trying to salvage the crumbling lie:

"This yoga, there are many kinds. My mother practices the kind... the very advanced 'passive stretching' style."

"You know what stretching is, right? It's about pulling your muscles apart, and it hurts a lot! Like...like when your dad presses down on your legs, and when it hurts, you have to yell out, right?"

As he spoke, he quickly cast a pleading look at Su Qingge, blinking frantically:

"Honey, don't you think so? Does stretching hurt a lot? Does it hurt so much you want to cry?"

Looking at the two pairs of eyes, one big and one small, staring at her, Su Qingge felt that she had never experienced such a difficult life.

Admit it? That would confirm the flimsy excuse of "stretching".

If you don't admit it, then last night's commotion really turned into a "fight".

"Yes……"

Su Qingge gritted her teeth and forced out a single word. She took a deep breath, forcing herself to maintain the last shred of dignity as a mother, and forced a smile that looked more like a grimace at Nuonuo:

"Yes, it was stretching. Because I haven't exercised in a long time, my muscles were a bit stiff, and when my dad was massaging me, it really hurt."

"Oh—I see!"

Nuonuo nodded in sudden realization, looking at Su Qingge with sympathy: "Then Mommy is so pitiful, practicing kung fu is so hard. Ask Daddy to be gentler next time, otherwise Nuonuo will feel sorry for her."

"Okay, I'll listen to Nuonuo. Daddy will be gentler next time."

Lin Zhou quickly seized the opportunity, grinning broadly, and even secretly rubbed against Su Qingge's leg under the table, earning him a fierce glare in return.

"Alright, hurry up and eat."

Su Qingge didn't want to dwell on this incredibly annoying topic for even a second longer. She glanced at the clock on the wall and abruptly changed the subject:

"Isn't there a parent-child day activity at kindergarten today? We'll be late if we don't leave now. I heard they're selecting 'model families' for this event, and the teachers will scold us if we're late."

Sure enough, as soon as Nuonuo heard about "Parent-Child Day" and "Teacher's Criticism", her attention was instantly diverted.

"Wow! Family Day!"

The little guy stuffed the last bite of egg into his mouth, slid off the chair, and ran upstairs in a hurry.

"I want to wear my new clothes! Mom and Dad, hurry up! We have to win first place!"

Watching their daughter's cheerful figure disappear into the distance, the two people at the table simultaneously breathed a sigh of relief, as if they had just survived a life-or-death ordeal.

……

Half an hour later, in the underground parking garage of Genting Resort.

The black Cullinan sat quietly in the parking space, exuding an imposing aura.

"Do I really have to wear this?"

Lin Zhou stood beside the car, tugging at the extremely embarrassing T-shirt he was wearing, looking utterly hopeless.

This is a matching set of parent-child outfits.

Su Qingge and Nuonuo were dressed in cute pink and white outfits, looking both warm and stylish. Lin Zhou's outfit, however, featured four large cartoon characters on the chest: "Super Dad," and a line of smaller text on the back: "Listen to your wife, follow the Party."

If he were to wear this out, his reputation as the "King of Freeloading in Beijing" would be completely cemented.

"Of course we should wear matching outfits on Family Day!"

Su Qingge, wearing sunglasses and seemingly in a good mood, leaned against the passenger door, looking Lin Zhou up and down, a satisfied smile playing on her lips.

"I think it's great, it fits your persona perfectly. What, you have a problem with it?"

"No...no objection."

Lin Zhou sighed, resignedly opened the car door, "As long as my wife is happy, I'm just a heartless dressing machine."

"loquacious."

Su Qingge chuckled softly and carried Nuonuo into the car.

The Cullinan emitted a deep roar as it slowly drove out of the estate and headed towards the international kindergarten in the city center.

Along the way, Nuonuo excitedly sang nursery rhymes the whole way, while Lin Zhou acted as the dedicated driver, occasionally joining in the mother and daughter's duets. The car was filled with a joyful atmosphere.

However, this good mood came to an abrupt end when they arrived at the kindergarten gate.

Because it was a parent-child day, there were many luxury cars gathered at the kindergarten entrance, which already caused some congestion.

But today's situation is particularly serious. The main gate is completely blocked, and many parents are standing on the roadside, pointing in a certain direction, as if something has happened.

"What happened? Was there a car accident up ahead?"

Su Qingge frowned and rolled down the car window to look outside.

"I'll go take a look."

Lin Zhou parked the car on the side of the road, unbuckled his seatbelt, and got out.

As soon as he squeezed into the crowd, he saw a familiar figure that made his teeth itch.

At the main entrance of the kindergarten, several professional cameras were set up in a long array, and several staff members holding reflectors were busy running around.

Surrounded in the middle was none other than Lu Ming, the top star who had been completely crushed by Lin Zhou in Peach Blossom Village.

Lu Ming was dressed very formally today, in a white bespoke suit, his hair was perfectly styled, and he had exquisite makeup on his face. He was holding his unlucky nephew Lu Zixuan's hand, facing the camera with that "approachable" smile that he had practiced countless times, and he was doing an outdoor live broadcast.

Good morning, everyone!

Lu Ming held his phone, his voice excited:

"I specially accompanied Zixuan to the Parent-Child Day event today. Although work is very busy, spending time with family is the most important thing! Oh, thank you for the rocket gift from the top donor!"

It turns out they were just trying to ride the wave of popularity.

The hype surrounding "Where Are We Going, Dad?" had just died down, but this guy, unwilling to let Lin Zhou steal the spotlight, actually chased after Lin Zhou to the kindergarten to do a live stream, attempting to create a "good uncle" persona to salvage his reputation.

The congestion was caused because his team occupied the entrance area, preventing other cars from getting in.

"Why is this person so persistent?"

Lin Zhou rolled his eyes and was about to turn around and get back into the car.

Lu Ming, with his sharp eyes, spotted him in the crowd at a glance.

The main reason is that the four big words "Super Dad" on Lin Zhou's chest are too eye-catching.

"Hey? Isn't that Brother Lin?"

Lu Ming's eyes lit up, as if he had discovered the secret to data usage. Ignoring the traffic jam, he grabbed his phone and rushed over, pointing the camera directly at Lin Zhou's face.

"Look, everyone! Our 'soft rice... oh no, all-around super dad' Lin Zhou is here too!"

"Brother Lin, what a coincidence! You're also dropping off a child? That outfit...tsk tsk, you have quite the unique taste!"