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

Chapter 72 Su Qingge: Enough talk, go cook, I'm hungry.

"It hurts... my stomach hurts..."

Su Qingge curled up on the floor, her forehead pressed against the wardrobe door. Her once alluring cat-ear headband now hung askew on her head, making her look extremely disheveled. She pressed one hand tightly against her abdomen, while waving the other weakly, trying to drive away the man in front of her who still exuded a dangerous aura.

All those idyllic thoughts in Lin Zhou's mind were instantly washed away by this bucket of cold water.

"Stomach ache?"

He panicked, his earlier imposing manner completely gone. He knelt on one knee, ignoring Su Qingge's weak resistance, and placed his large hand directly on her cold forehead. After confirming that she didn't have a fever, he quickly moved his hand to her stomach and gently pressed on it.

"Is it here? How does it hurt? Is it cramping or stabbing? We need to go to the hospital right now!"

As he spoke, he reached out to hug the person.

"No...don't not go to the hospital!"

Su Qingge weakly shook her head, her delicate face deathly pale, looking utterly pitiful. She raised her eyelids, giving Lin Zhou a resentful glare, her voice barely audible, yet tinged with a hint of gritted teeth:

"I'm just... hungry."

"ha?"

Lin Zhou's outstretched hand froze in mid-air, completely bewildered. "Hungry...hungry?"

"Gurgle—"

As if to confirm Su Qingge's words, her flat stomach surprisingly let out a long and loud protest. In the quiet master bedroom, the sound was even more deafening than the "master" she had just uttered.

The air suddenly fell silent for three seconds.

Su Qingge's face instantly turned from deathly pale to bright red, and she wished she could bury her head in the ground on the spot.

She, a dignified diva, dressed as a maid, was about to have some fun with her husband (or be the one having fun with him), but was forced to stop because her stomach was growling with hunger.

If this gets out, how will she ever be able to survive in the Pure Desire Realm again?

"The airplane food was awful, all cold sandwiches, I didn't touch a single bite."

Su Qingge blushed, buried her head in her knees, and said in a muffled voice, sounding aggrieved, "I rushed back to try on clothes, and now I'm in so much pain... If I'm not in pain, who is?"

Lin Zhou looked at her ostrich-like behavior and felt both annoyed and amused.

In that split second, he had even planned the ambulance's route, and this is what happened?

"So you're experiencing a hypoglycemic episode?"

Lin Zhou plopped down on the floor, let out a long sigh, and rubbed his temples helplessly. "Honey, do you have some kind of misunderstanding about the word 'fun'? Who plays role-playing games on an empty stomach? You're going to give me a heart attack!"

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Su Qingge had probably recovered from that shock. Although she was still squatting on the ground, her aura had begun to return.

She abruptly raised her head, her cat ears swaying with the movement. She extended a slender finger, pointing downstairs, and issued a commanding order with regal authority:

"Lin Zhou, I'm ordering you now, immediately, right now, to cook for me!"

"I want noodles, the kind that's hot, with soup, and with two poached eggs!"

Lin Zhou raised an eyebrow, his gaze sweeping over her maid outfit with ill intent:

"You dress like this and order me around? Aren't you afraid I'll become desperate because I'm starving?"

"You dare!"

Su Qingge glared at him, her expression a clear "You dare touch me?" despite her bluff. She leaned against the wardrobe door and barely managed to stand up, her legs swaying slightly. Lin Zhou instinctively tried to help her, but she haughtily slapped his hand away.

"Don't think about those messy things."

She took a deep breath, struggling to maintain her crumbling dignity:

"Right now, I just want to fill my stomach. As for anything else... we'll see how good your noodles are."

"Okay, okay, you're the boss."

Lin Zhou stood up resignedly, brushing the dust off his pants. "So you changed into these clothes just for convenience when eating, huh? Loose, doesn't constrict your stomach?"

Su Qingge blushed and gave him a shove: "Go now! If you nag any longer, I'll dock your allowance!"

Watching Lin Zhou walk out of the bedroom, looking back every few steps with a regretful expression, Su Qingge finally leaned against the door and let out a long sigh of relief.

She looked down at her incredibly embarrassing outfit, then touched her still-protesting belly, and couldn't help but burst out laughing.

What kind of mess is this?

I originally intended to tease that blockhead, but ended up making myself hungry.

but……

Recalling Lin Zhou's anxious expression and how he looked at her with such intense longing, Su Qingge felt as if she had been given a spoonful of honey, her heart filled with sweetness.

……

Downstairs kitchen.

Lin Zhou, wearing an apron, skillfully chopped scallions. The water in the pot had already boiled and was bubbling away.

"Sigh, that's just fate."

As he cracked eggs into the pan, he muttered to himself, "One second I'm the domineering master, the next I'm just a cook at the stove. It seems like it'll be hard for me to recover my status in this family."

Despite his complaints, his hands didn't slow down at all.

The system's [God-level Culinary Skill] came in handy at this moment. Even the simplest plain noodles could be transformed into something extraordinary in his hands.

The broth was readily available in the refrigerator, the noodles were cooked to perfection, and the two poached eggs were fried until the edges were golden brown and the yolks were runny. Finally, a handful of bright green scallions were sprinkled on top, along with a few drops of sesame oil, and the aroma instantly filled the entire kitchen.

"fragrant!"

Lin Zhou took a deep breath and nodded in satisfaction.

He had just stepped out of the kitchen with the tray when he saw Su Qingge already sitting at the dining table waiting.

Unfortunately, the alluring maid outfit had been changed out, replaced by a conservative and comfortable cotton loungewear. Her hair was casually tied in a bun, and her face was bare, yet she was still breathtakingly beautiful.

"The noodles are here."

Lin Zhou placed the bowl in front of her, his tone tinged with regret, "You changed it pretty quickly. I thought I could enjoy the view while eating noodles."

"Dream on."

Su Qingge rolled her eyes at him, picked up her chopsticks, and eagerly scooped up a strand of noodles and put it in her mouth.

The hot soup soothed her cramping stomach instantly. She squinted her eyes contentedly and let out a sigh of relief, like a cat that had just eaten its fill.

"Eat slowly, no one's going to take it from you."

Lin Zhou sat opposite her, resting his chin on his hand as he looked at her with eyes so tender they could melt your heart. "There's still some in the pot. I'll cook more if you need more."

That's enough.

Su Qingge mumbled, her cheeks puffed out, "Want some too?"

"I'm not hungry, I'll just watch you eat."

Lin Zhou smiled, feeling a little dazed by the peaceful and serene atmosphere.

If things could continue like this, it would actually be quite nice.

Without the scheming and intrigue of the entertainment industry, just living a simple life as a gigolo... doesn't seem so bad?

however.

It seems that God doesn't intend for him to live such a comfortable life.

Just as Su Qingge finished the last sip of soup and put down her chopsticks with satisfaction...

"Ding-dong—Ding-dong—"

The crisp sound of the doorbell abruptly broke the tranquility of the villa late at night.

Lin Zhou and Su Qingge were both taken aback.

The two looked at each other and saw confusion in each other's eyes.

It's already past 11 p.m.

High-end villa communities like Cloud Top Manor have tight security; outsiders cannot enter without the owner's reservation.

Besides, they just got back, so not many people should know.

"Who could it be so late?"

Su Qingge pulled out a tissue to wipe her mouth, her brows furrowing slightly. "Could it be Sister Hong? Or Director Yan?"

"I'll go take a look."

Lin Zhou stood up, walked warily to the video doorbell, and pressed the answer button.

The screen lights up.

The person standing outside the door was neither an agent nor a director.

Instead, they were a well-dressed, refined, yet serious-looking middle-aged couple.

The man was wearing a Zhongshan suit, his hair was gray but neatly combed; the woman was wearing a cashmere shawl, and although she was well-maintained, her face at this moment was full of the words "coming to interrogate".

The moment Lin Zhou saw who it was, his pupils contracted sharply, and he instinctively turned to look at Su Qingge.

"Wife..."

He pointed to the screen, his Adam's apple bobbing with difficulty:

"It seems like our parents... came for a surprise inspection."