redvbooks Chapter 308 Reporter: Mr. Lin, aren't you worried about the child being born on the spot?
Chapter 308 Reporter: Mr. Lin, aren't you worried about the child being born on the spot?
The air in the red carpet interview area seemed to be instantly sucked out by some powerful force field.
After the foreign journalist's provocative question landed, the previously noisy clicking of camera shutters and the cacophony of whispers from various countries mysteriously and collectively vanished.
A moment of oppressive silence fell over the entire venue.
Su Qingge was steadily protected behind Lin Zhou. There was no panic in her peach blossom eyes, but rather a calm and composed demeanor after experiencing many trials.
She raised her head slightly, looking at the broad, mountain-like back in front of her, and a subtle smile appeared on her lips.
At this moment, Lin Zhou slowly turned his head, his gaze sweeping coldly across the reporter's face.
Just a glance.
The Western media person who had just been arrogant and trying to gain traffic through prejudice felt as if the blood in his body had been cruelly frozen in an instant.
The feeling was like falling into the bottom of a cold lake at the bottom of a bottomless abyss, surrounded by a thick, suffocating chill and deathly silence.
Lin Zhou did not show any sign of rage.
He even elegantly adjusted his cuffs, but the domineering aura emanating from his very bones, unique to top-tier godfathers, made those around him instinctively hold their breath.
"You just asked if you were worried about giving birth at the scene?"
Lin Zhou finally spoke, his speech neither hurried nor slow, his voice deep and resonant, like the heavy plucking of a musical string.
"Do you think my son, Lin Zhou's son, would choose to come into this world at a time he doesn't like?"
This domineering and illogical favoritism, coupled with his cold expression, sent a chill down the reporter's spine.
"Mr. Lin, I... I was only speaking from a medical and public safety perspective..."
The reporter tried to salvage some of his meager dignity, but his tone had already become unnatural.
"Don't all talk of fame and fortune seem a bit... in the face of Miss Su's health and the safety of her unborn child?"
Before he could finish speaking, Lin Zhou let out a short, cold snort from his nose.
"Fame and fortune?"
Lin Zhou took a step forward, and the masculine dominance he exuded in that instant caused the other party to stumble back two steps, almost knocking over the camera behind him.
"Do you have some serious misunderstanding about my wealth level?"
"Or do you think this golden phonograph trophy is worth more than a single second of my life, Lin Zhou?"
Lin Zhou casually reached out and pointed to the awards hall in the distance, his fierceness instantly replaced by an arrogant confidence.
He displayed an absolute, outrageous level of control.
"The reason I brought Qingge here is because she loves music and wants the whole world to hear the voice of Chinese."
"As for your safety concerns..."
Lin Zhou turned around and gently supported Su Qingge's waist again, his eyes instantly transforming from a murderous god back into a doting husband.
This extreme shift left all the media professionals around feeling a strong sense of unreality.
Su Qingge stepped forward, naturally took Lin Zhou's arm, and gave the camera a graceful and elegant smile.
"Thank you for your concern, reporter."
Su Qingge's voice was like jade falling to the ground, clear and cold yet carrying a resilient strength that belonged to a mother.
"But wherever my husband is, that's the safest place in the whole universe."
"Nothing in this world can interfere with the birth of my child unless I give my permission."
This protective speech, coupled with Su Qingge's stunning beauty, instantly gave the Western celebrities present a powerful cultural shock.
Lin Zhou laughed loudly, his arrogant laughter standing out starkly from the solemn red carpet area.
He seemed to feel that simply responding verbally wasn't enough.
He deftly took a sophisticated microphone from a bodyguard in black.
He stared at the reporter, and also at the hundreds of millions of viewers around the world watching the live broadcast.
Lin Zhou's eyes deepened, and a signature cynical yet cold smile appeared on his lips.
He lowered his body, his tone extremely calm, yet so arrogant that it made the air tremble.
"Since you enjoy predicting the future so much, I might as well tell you something."
"Every step of this awards ceremony, every light, and even the temperature of the food to be served later must be in accordance with my wife's biological rhythm."
"If my son wanted to be born here, this place would become one of the world's most advanced sterile operating rooms in three minutes."
"All of you will have the privilege of witnessing the arrival of the heir to an era upon his land."
Done.
Lin Zhou coldly tossed the microphone back to the bodyguard.
Without turning his head, he protected Su Qingge and strode into the heavy door, surrounded by a large number of black-clad assassins.
The reporter stood there dumbfounded, his shirt soaked with cold sweat.
Only now did he realize that the man wasn't joking.
In Lin Zhou's view, rules are something he has always personally carved onto stone tablets.
"Lin Zhou, you were really crazy just now."
"Are you crazy? I just think that guy's suit color doesn't match your red lips."
"Your logic is hopeless."
"I have a wife to save me, what's there to be afraid of?"
Lin Zhou carefully pulled out the soft seat for Su Qingge while responding lazily.
As the lights in the lobby slowly dimmed.
Lin Zhou gripped Su Qingge's hand tightly, his tone regaining its calm yet dangerous quality.
"Old Chen, have the medical team stand by backstage."
"Although I said there would be no accidents, I never pin my hopes on accidents."
"Don't worry, young master. In the entire Grammys, even a fly has to fly according to our medical report now."
Su Qingge leaned back in her chair, looking at the lights on the stage, feeling an extreme sense of peace.
This ambition, protected by absolute power, is slowly heating up in her blood.
"Lin Zhou, I think I really felt the baby move just now."
"He must have been saying that the newspaper could be considered for acquisition."
"Shut up."
Su Qingge spat lightly, but her eyes remained fixed on the man whose gaze still burned brightly in the darkness.
The Grammys have officially begun.
"The next award, Album of the Year..."
The award presenter's clear voice resonated throughout the venue.
Lin Zhou squinted.
It’s just a good show.