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

Chapter 330 The husband-and-wife team is back in business, this time with two kids.

With a muffled bang, all the main lighting equipment in the venue went out instantly.

Only a single beam of pure white spotlight cleaved through the darkness in the center of the stage like a sharp sword.

The noise in the entire venue seemed to be silenced at that moment.

Thousands of spectators held their breath, staring intently at the gilded gate that slowly slid open to the sides.

Su Qingge, dressed in a wine-red haute couture gown, stepped gracefully into the halo of light first.

She held the iconic custom-made microphone in her left hand and led a small, bouncy figure with her right.

Today, Nuonuo is wearing a Snow White tutu dress that is handmade and has a sparkling diamond crown on her head.

The little girl was not at all stage-frightened, and even waved her chubby little hand at the camera below the stage.

This action elicited a suppressed gasp from the audience in the front row.

However, what truly caused the atmosphere to completely spiral out of control was the man walking behind the mother and daughter.

Lin Zhou wore a well-tailored dark-patterned suit today.

That innate aura of a capitalist leader made people feel breathless, even from dozens of meters away.

But at this moment, in the crook of this business tycoon's left arm, he was steadily supporting a small swaddled baby.

In his right hand, he was surprisingly carrying a cartoon-themed insulated milk powder bag that seemed completely out of place with his demeanor.

This stark contrast caused the pacemaker at the gala to shatter.

"Aaaaaah! Help!"

"What an amazing family! Su Shen's comeback debut was a complete family affair!"

"Look at the way President Lin carries that baby formula bag! Even carrying a cartoon bag exudes an aura of domineering power, like he's acquiring a multinational corporation!"

The screams from the audience swept in like a tsunami, the sound almost lifting the roof off the entire stadium.

Lin Zhou, holding his son, stood calmly in the shadows behind the stage.

He didn't try to steal his wife's thunder; instead, he willingly became a dutiful background figure.

Although the family of four stood in a staggered arrangement, the perfect harmony of their blood ties created the most touching scene of the evening.

Nuonuo, however, is a natural attention-seeker.

She broke free from her mother's hand, ran to the front of the stage, and picked up a spare microphone.

His voice was childlike yet full of energy.

Good evening, everyone!

"I'm Nuonuo! This is my most beautiful mom in the world!"

As the little girl spoke, she suddenly turned around, her chubby finger pointing precisely at Lin Zhou behind her.

"The guy standing at the back, holding a little monkey, that's my dad!"

This innocent and witty remark from a child was amplified throughout the entire venue via top-notch sound equipment.

The originally high-class charity gala was instantly infused with a strong family comedy flavor.

The audience erupted in good-natured laughter.

Lin Zhou stood in the shadows, his lips twitching slightly.

He looked down at Lin An, who was fast asleep in his arms, and muttered through gritted teeth in a low voice.

"Son, did you hear that? Your sister called you a monkey in front of the whole country."

Lin An seemed to sense his father's resentment and smacked his lips twice in his sleep.

The little guy spat out a crystal-clear saliva bubble.

Lin Zhou sighed helplessly and skillfully pulled a piece of pure cotton gauze from his suit pocket.

He gently wiped the drool off his son.

This set of fluid movements was precisely captured by the ultra-high-definition camera above the stage and projected directly onto the large screen behind.

The live stream chat was instantly flooded with a dense barrage of exclamation marks.

"My God! Mr. Lin's drool-wiping technique is so practiced; he must have practiced it countless times at home!"

"Who would have thought that Lin, the godfather who could manipulate things on Financial Street, was actually a professional spit-wiping machine in secret?"

Some enthusiastic fans threw plush toys onto the stage.

A Pikachu plush toy the size of a palm flew through the air in an arc, heading straight for Nunu's face.

Lin Zhou was quick-witted and nimble-fingered.

His left hand still steadily supported the sleeping Lin An.

His right hand shot out suddenly, accurately catching the flying Pikachu in mid-air.

The whole process was clean and efficient; not even the insulated milk powder bag hanging on his wrist wobbled.

A collective gasp immediately filled the air.

"Holy crap, is that reaction speed even human?"

"Catching a hidden weapon while holding a baby with one hand—Mr. Lin's arm strength is definitely the result of training!"

At this moment, the accompaniment music slowly began to play in the center of the stage.

Su Qingge raised the microphone, and her ethereal and penetrating voice instantly soothed all the noise.

She sang a new song written for children.

The melody is gentle, and the lyrics are full of peace and hope after experiencing many trials.

Lin Zhou stood there quietly, his deep gaze never leaving the radiant woman in the center of the stage.

The VIP seating area below the stage.

This place brings together top executives and star producers from major domestic TV stations.

Director Hong from Hunan TV pushed up his black-rimmed glasses and stared at the Lin family of four on stage, his eyes gleaming with the light of a hungry wolf.

"Old Wu, did you see that? This is what you call a nationwide phenomenon."

Director Hong lowered his voice and nudged Director Wu from Zhejiang TV next to him with his elbow.

"The director just messaged me that the real-time viewership of our show during the ten minutes that the family of four appeared on screen has broken all records from the past five years."

Director Wu took a deep breath, his tone full of sourness.

"Don't even think about it, Lao Hong. That's the Lin family, not just any celebrity family."

"Lin Zhou's leg hair alone is worth more than our station's annual revenue. You expect to get him on a variety show? Dream on."

Director Hong scoffed dismissively and patted his briefcase.

The bag contained a top-secret plan that he had worked on overnight.

You don't understand men.

"No matter how domineering he is outside, he will definitely have a weakness when it comes to his wife and children."

"Judging from the way President Lin was wiping his drool just now, he's definitely a complete and utter doting father at heart."

"If we find the right approach, it's not impossible to reach an agreement on this matter."

The gala concluded successfully.

The VIP passage backstage was heavily guarded by the Lin family's black-clad bodyguards; not even a fly could get in.

Inside the lounge, Lin Zhou was carefully placing the sleeping Lin An into the expensive bulletproof stroller.

Su Qingge sat in front of the vanity mirror, removing her jewelry.

Nuonuo, meanwhile, was sitting on the sofa, holding a fruit platter, and munching on an apple.

Nuonuo held up a half-eaten apple and went to the stroller.

"Little brother, would you like an apple? It's really sweet."

Lin An closed his eyes and blew a snot bubble in response.

"He doesn't have any teeth, so he can't eat."

Lin Zhou walked over and pulled his daughter a little distance away.

"Once your brother grows teeth, he'll eat a steak even if you give it to him."

"Old Chen, is the car ready? An'an needs to go back and have her diaper changed," Lin Zhou asked without looking up.

"Young Master, everything is ready. However..."

Old Chen hesitated for a moment, then quickly walked to Lin Zhou's side and whispered.

"Producer Hong from Hunan TV has been waiting at the entrance for almost half an hour. He said he has an important project that he must deliver to you in person."

Lin Zhou frowned.

"I won't see you. I don't have time to deal with all that messy entertainment industry gossip."

"Let him in."

Su Qingge suddenly turned her head and casually interjected.

She knew all too well the tenacity of these variety show directors; if she didn't make things definitively clear, they would probably stick to her like glue.

A moment later, Director Hong was ushered into the lounge by two tall bodyguards.

Although he was a powerful figure in the industry, he still felt a suffocating sense of pressure standing in front of Lin Zhou.

"Mr. Lin, Ms. Su, I'm so sorry to bother you so late at night."

Director Hong wiped the sweat from his forehead, adopting a humble posture.

Lin Zhou leaned back on the sofa, crossed his legs, and looked at him indifferently.

"You have one minute to convince me."

Director Hong swallowed hard, his hands trembling as he handed over the gold-embossed proposal.

"President Lin, this is a brand new large-scale real-life parent-child observation reality show called 'Super Dad's Parenting Diary'."

"I know you don't lack money, so we want to try to persuade you with another offer."

Lin Zhou sneered and did not reach out to take it.

"Oh? Tell me. What do you think you can offer that will impress me?"

Director Hong took a deep breath, and his tone became sincere.

"Ms. Su has just returned to work, and her schedule will definitely be packed. As the head of the group, you are also extremely busy every day."

"This program aims to create a completely immersive space for fathers and children to be alone without any external interference."

"This is not just a recording, but an irreplaceable family memory."

"Don't you want to capture Nuonuo and Xiao An'an's most innocent and carefree moments of growing up on camera?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Zhou's previously casual gaze paused slightly.

Su Qingge also stopped what she was doing and looked at her husband thoughtfully.

Nuonuo stopped eating her apple and curiously came over.

"Uncle, what's a 'baby diary'? Is it about going outside to play games?"

Director Hong nodded hurriedly, like a wolf in sheep's clothing trying to lure Little Red Riding Hood.

"Yes, Nuonuo, would you like to go to the island to catch crabs with Daddy and build a little cabin in the forest?"

Nuonuo's eyes lit up, but then she frowned.

Will Mom go too?

"Mom is busy with work, so this time only Dad will be taking you and your brother," Director Hong explained patiently.

After listening, Nuonuo turned to look at Lin Zhou, her eyes filled with deep suspicion.

"Dad, you can't even fry an egg."

"If you were the one taking us to the island, wouldn't the three of us starve to death on the beach?"

The air in the lounge seemed to freeze instantly.

Lin Zhou felt that his father's dignity had been seriously challenged.

He snatched the proposal from Director Hong's hand and opened it with gritted teeth.

"Who says I can't cook? Back when I was surviving in the wilderness, you were probably nowhere to be found!"

Su Qingge couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Mr. Lin, you don't need to make formula or change diapers for babies when you're surviving in the wilderness."

She rested her chin on her hand, her beautiful eyes filled with a mischievous smile.

"It seems this show is quite a challenge for you."

Lin Zhou closed the proposal, his eyes gradually sharpening.

"A challenge?" He scoffed and looked at the excited Director Hong.

"I'll take this contract."

"But I made a promise beforehand."

"If the production team dares to use malicious editing for the sake of popularity, or if they want my two kids to suffer any injustice."

"I'll make sure your entire broadcasting building changes its name to Lin overnight."