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

Chapter 322 Su Qingge weakly picked up a pillow and threw it.

Inside the ward, a faint, calming fragrance slowly permeated the air.

The light silk pillow traced a soft arc in the air before landing precisely on Lin Zhou's face, which was practically screaming "naming genius."

"Thump!"

Lin Zhou, who was arrogantly promoting the name "Lin Gou Dan" (Lin the Egg), was now as if he had been hit head-on by some terrifying heavy weapon.

He leaned back dramatically, his body smoothly collapsing onto the thick carpet of the VIP ward.

His limbs were outstretched, and he dutifully let out a muffled scream from his throat, a scream born of extreme "pain".

"A hidden weapon! It's actually the long-lost 'Qingge Deadly Pillow'!"

Lin Zhou clutched his chest, his eyes filled with the comical despair born from his absurd acting.

"Madam...you are so cruel...you killed not only your own husband, but also the Lin family's future great creative director..."

Su Qingge leaned back on the specially made silk cushion, watching Lin Zhou's lazy and exaggerated performance, and the originally cool smile on her lips finally completely disappeared.

She couldn't help but chuckle softly. Her cheeks, which had turned pale from blood loss, were strangely flushed with a delicate blush because of the playful squabbling.

"Lin Zhou, shut up! Your acting skills would get zero points on the Grammy red carpet."

Because Su Qingge's strength had not fully recovered, her voice was delicate, yet it carried an extreme lightness of having survived a disaster.

"Creative Officer? I think you're just pure artistic talent. Even the cows in the village have better names than you."

While complaining, Su Qingge pointed disdainfully at the swaddled baby who was making a restless smacking noise.

"I'll accept the name 'Lin An,' but as for 'Dog Egg'... you can keep it as your own nickname."

Lin Zhou nimbly got up from the ground, casually patted the wrinkles on his pants, and looked 'regretful'.

"Tsk, Qingge, you don't understand the simple wisdom of the working people."

"However, considering that you are a great contributor to our Lin family, I, as your husband, will reluctantly accommodate your taste."

Just then, Nuonuo, who had been lying by the crib watching over her younger brother, deftly turned her little head and gave Lin Zhou a disdainful look.

"Dad, you're so embarrassing."

Nuonuo imitated Su Qingge, proudly putting her hands on her hips, her voice childish yet full of lethality.

"Grandpa Chen was secretly wiping away cold sweat outside. He said that if my little brother's name is really Gou Dan (Dog Egg), he won't buy him the little gold lock."

"And Dad, your artistic talent has really been eaten by the big bad wolf. Mom sings so well, but the name you gave her sounds like a stinky sock."

The little guy's divine "finishing blow" instantly shattered Lin Zhou's composure.

He sat down in frustration on the chair beside the hospital bed and domineeringly reached out to pinch her soft, round face.

"Well, you little traitor, you're already choosing sides so quickly?"

"I think this kid hasn't even learned to walk yet, and he already has no place in my family."

As Lin Zhou spoke, he gently ruffled Su Qingge's slightly damp hair.

Su Qingge leaned against his palm, and the tension caused by extreme exhaustion was completely soothed at that moment.

This kind of post-disaster, worldly frolicking is more healing than any expensive tonic.

It swiftly transformed the thick, life-and-death panic it had just felt into a profound emotional connection.

"Lin Zhou, have you never intended to be serious in your life?"

Su Qingge turned her head to the side, her deep peach blossom eyes reflecting the moonlight, as well as Lin Zhou's tired yet resolute profile.

"serious?"

Lin Zhou chuckled, his eyes looking lazy.

"You can't eat real food, but as long as my wife and kids are happy, I'm willing to be just a comma."

Nuonuo climbed onto Lin Zhou's lap with a sensible gesture and gently touched her little brother's toes with her tiny hands.

"Daddy, when will my little brother wake up and eat candy?"

"He only recognizes the baby bottle now, not the candy. When he grows up, Dad will make him buy you all the candy factories in the world."

Lin Zhou made an arrogant joke, but his eyes remained fixed on Su Qingge.

The ward was quiet, with only the soft, rhythmic electronic sounds emanating from the sophisticated medical equipment.

Outside the corridor, thanks to Lin Zhou's deliberate arrangement, the originally extreme and oppressive security personnel had retreated into the shadows.

Old Chen gently pushed open the door, carrying a bowl of warm, nourishing bird's nest soup that was good for recovery.

Looking at the happy family of four, his old face was filled with lines of emotion from contentment.

"Young master, madam, it's getting late. We should eat something to replenish our energy."

Lin Zhou deftly took the porcelain bowl, dismissed the special nurse who wanted to help, patiently scooped up a spoonful, and delicately blew on it to his lips.

"Come, Your Majesty, open your mouth."

Su Qingge glanced at Old Chen somewhat shyly, her cheeks slightly flushed.

"I can do it myself."

"That won't do. You're the highest commander of the Lin family now. I'm just an obedient servant."

Lin Zhou forcefully placed the spoon to Su Qingge's lips, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Su Qingge reluctantly opened her mouth and swallowed the sweet tonic that came from her extreme care.

This feeling of being completely pampered made her feel that all the excruciating pain she had just experienced had become a worthwhile memory.

After the commotion, Lin Zhou put down the porcelain bowl, and the lazy smile in his eyes gradually faded.

He took Su Qingge's hand in his again, which was pale from extreme exhaustion, and gently stroked the back of her hand with his fingertips.

At that moment, the air in the ward seemed to become solemn and serious.

Lin Zhou looked into Su Qingge's eyes, his throat moved slightly, and his voice became extremely low, yet it carried a powerful penetrating force.

"Qingge, this time you really... scared me to death."

Lin Zhou's voice was slightly hoarse, a lingering echo of genuine fear from the extreme tension he had felt in the corridor just now.

"I, Lin Zhou, have always prided myself on being able to devise infallible strategies, but seeing how much pain you were in just now, I realized that all my so-called power was useless at that moment."

He slightly tightened his grip on the handshake, his eyes as deep as an ancient spring that had remained unchanged for a thousand years.

"From now on... we won't have any more children."

"These two little troublemakers will keep us busy for the rest of our lives."

Looking at his unusually serious expression, Su Qingge felt as if the softest part of her heart had been violently shattered by something, overflowing with warmth.

Unusually, she didn't argue, but instead gently took Lin Zhou's fingers in her own.

"Lin Zhou, I was startled too."

Su Qingge pursed her lips, a sentimental smile playing on her lips.

"But I don't regret bringing Xiao An into this world at all, and I don't regret... being taken away by you, you outrageous bastard, in the rain that day."

Lin Zhou felt the faint, yet firm, strength emanating from his fingertips.

He looked up through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows at the dawn light that was gradually becoming more brilliant in Los Angeles as day approached.

Beneath that extreme brilliance lies a domineering rhythm of all life beginning anew.

"Honey, we haven't decided on a name yet."

"Didn't you just say your name was Lin An? I think it's a good name."

"Your full name is Lin An, so what's your nickname?"

Lin Zhou, true to his nature, raised an eyebrow, his eyes once again turning 'dangerous'.

"How about... calling him Lin Dasheng? The Great Sage Equal to Heaven sounds impressive."

"Lin Zhou! Get out of here!"