FYN Chapter 136 A Major Earthquake in the Entertainment Industry: The Green Tea Girl is Finally Out of t
Chapter 136 A Major Earthquake in the Entertainment Industry: The Green Tea Girl is Finally Out of t
The night outside the window was like spilled ink, so thick it couldn't be dissolved, but the online world was brightly lit and bustling as if it were Chinese New Year.
As the police report with its blue background and white lettering popped up, the name "Chu Yuwei" was completely removed from the entertainment industry's reserve list and placed on the blacklist of disgraced artists.
"Suspected of extortion, an investigation has been launched."
These eight short words are like knives, each one drawing blood.
Then, as if to say the fire wasn't burning bright enough, Fengxing Studio dropped another bombshell—a blurry but relatively coherent surveillance video. In the video, Chu Yuwei, wearing a school uniform, was leading several girls, blocking a thin female classmate at the toilet door. Her arrogant demeanor and the foul language she uttered were completely different from the "pure and innocent" image she usually cultivated in public.
Now, even the last remaining group of die-hard fans who were trying to defend the cause have completely shut up.
Su Qingge leaned against the headboard, her fingers gently swiping across the screen as she looked at the shocking comments, and let out a long sigh.
"I never expected her to be like this in private."
She tossed the tablet aside casually, like a cat that had let down its guard, and softly slid into the bed, resting her head on Lin Zhou's arm.
"I used to think she was just a little vain, but now it seems she's rotten to the core. Luckily, this bomb has exploded now, otherwise who knows how many more people would have been injured in the future."
Lin Zhou casually put his arm around her shoulder, while his other hand was still idly scrolling through the comments section of his Weibo.
The current atmosphere there is even more thrilling than a roller coaster.
Yesterday, netizens were clamoring to kill him, calling him a "scumbag" and a "gold digger," but now they seem to have collectively lost their memory, lining up to kneel and apologize in the comments section.
"Brother Lin, I'm so sorry! I was blind and mistook a green tea b*tch for a goddess!"
"Waaaaah, it turns out the worst off is Brother Lin! Not only is he being slandered, but he's also being blackmailed, and worst of all, we're yelling at him!"
"Stop talking, upstairs! I've worn my keyboard out from kneeling on it. Lin Zhou's comeback was absolutely brilliant! Reasonable, well-founded, and neither arrogant nor humble—that's a real man!"
"What kind of real man? This is called the 'Strongest Son-in-Law on the Entire Internet'! To be able to live off a diva and still be so assertive is unprecedented!"
Looking at the new title of "the strongest son-in-law on the entire internet," Lin Zhou's lips twitched involuntarily.
"Honey, don't you think this generation of netizens is too materialistic?"
He shoved his phone screen in front of Su Qingge, pointing at the glittering trending topic, his face a mixture of amusement and exasperation.
"Yesterday they wanted to drown me in a pig cage, today they're calling me the 'strongest son-in-law.' This change of face is so fast, even a Sichuan opera master would have to admit they're an expert."
Su Qingge glanced at it and couldn't help but burst out laughing.
She reached out and poked Lin Zhou's cheek, her eyes full of mockery.
"What? You don't like this title? I think it's quite fitting. It affirms your position in the family and praises your personal abilities, isn't that great?"
"Come on, do you want this good fortune?"
Lin Zhou rolled his eyes, slammed his phone on the bedside table, and rolled over to pull the blanket up.
"Go to sleep, go to sleep. I have to get up early tomorrow to make breakfast for you and the baby. Fans these days are too crazy. If I keep watching, they'll even start planning what I'll eat next."
That night, the storm subsided, and even my dreams became exceptionally peaceful.
The next day was a rare weekend.
Sunlight streamed lazily through the gaps in the French windows, spilling onto the living room carpet, while the air was filled with the aroma of fried eggs and hot milk.
Without the urging of announcements or the disturbances of public opinion, the family of three enjoyed this rare moment of tranquility.
After breakfast, Lin Zhou sprawled on the sofa like a human cushion, while Su Qingge casually flipped through a fashion magazine, occasionally pointing to the new bags and discussing color schemes with Lin Zhou.
Only Nuonuo was full of energy, wrestling with her building blocks on the carpet while humming a nursery rhyme she'd learned from who-knows-where.
The television was on, playing a rebroadcast of the Vienna New Year's Concert.
In the scene, the world-renowned piano master is engrossed in striking the black and white keys, and the stirring notes flow out like a stream, echoing in the hall.
Lin Zhou had only been using this as background noise, pondering whether to make braised pork or sweet and sour pork ribs for lunch, when he suddenly felt his trouser leg being tugged.
He lowered his head and met Nuonuo's big, dark, grape-like eyes.
The little guy had somehow dropped his building blocks and was now lying on the edge of the sofa, staring intently at the TV screen.
"Dad, what is that uncle doing?"
Nuonuo pointed her chubby little finger at the TV with a face full of curiosity.
"This is someone playing the piano."
Lin Zhou reached out and rubbed her little head, patiently explaining.
"Look at those little black and white squares. When you press them, they make a nice sound, like they're singing."
"piano……"
Nuonuo tilted her head and repeated the new term indistinctly.
The performance on TV was reaching its climax; the maestro's fingers danced across the keys, producing a series of crisp, melodious tunes, like pearls falling onto a jade plate.
Nuonuo stared wide-eyed, her little mouth slightly open in an "O" shape.
Suddenly, as if she remembered something, she jumped up from the carpet and ran to the corner of the living room with her short legs.
There, a black Steinway grand piano sat quietly.
That was bought by Su Qingge when she first debuted. Later, because she was too busy with work and no one in her family could play it, it was left unused and even covered with a thin dust cloth.
Nuonuo laboriously tiptoed and reached out her little hand to press the piano keys haphazardly a few times.
"Clang—clang—"
The dull and chaotic piano music broke the silence in the living room.
Su Qingge was startled by the sudden noise, and almost dropped the magazine in her hand. She turned her head, about to tell Nuonuo to stop moving, but saw the little girl turn around excitedly, her cheeks flushed and her eyes sparkling with an unprecedented light.
"Dad! Mom!"
Nuonuo clapped her little hands excitedly, pointing at the enormous machine in her clear, crisp voice.
"I want to learn that too! The clanging sounds so nice! I want to be as good as that uncle!"
Lin Zhou and Su Qingge exchanged a glance, both seeing a hint of surprise in each other's eyes.
This little girl usually can't sit still for three minutes when she's learning to draw, but today she actually asked to learn to play the piano?
Would you say that... two negatives make a positive?
Lin Zhou raised an eyebrow, sat up straight on the sofa, and looked at his expectant daughter with a playful smile on his lips.
"Wow, is our Nuonuo about to develop an artistic talent?"
"Sure, it's good that you want to learn."
He stood up, slowly walked to the piano, casually lifted the dusty cloth, and gently brushed his fingertips across the cool keys.
"But this thing is not easy to learn; it takes a lot of hard work."
Nuonuo didn't care about any of that; all she knew was that the sound of the piano playing was beautiful and that the uncle looked very imposing.
She hugged Lin Zhou's leg, tilted her head back, and acted coquettishly, her voice as soft and sweet as cotton candy.
"Daddy will teach me! Daddy is the best, Daddy can definitely do everything!"
Looking into his daughter's eyes, which were filled with adoration and expectation, Lin Zhou felt a chord in his heart gently plucked.
Teaching piano?
This job... doesn't seem to be too difficult for him, this all-around super dad with a system.
However, seeing Su Qingge's skeptical look that seemed to say, "You're just bragging," Lin Zhou's mischievous side began to stir again.
"Okay, Dad will teach you."
He bent down, picked up Nuonuo, placed her on the large piano bench, and kissed her chubby cheek.
"But before that, Daddy has to show you what a real 'jingle bell' is."