novelslam Chapter 36 Su Qingge's Protective Stance: Beating a Dog... But You Have to Consider the Owner B
Chapter 36 Su Qingge's Protective Stance: Beating a Dog... But You Have to Consider the Owner B
The moment Su Qingge stepped forward, her aura changed instantly.
If Lin Zhou was a sharp, unsheathed sword just now, then Su Qingge is now a towering iceberg.
She didn't even need to lift a finger; just staring at Zhao Tai with that chilling gaze was enough to lower the surrounding temperature to below zero.
"Zhao Tai publicly assaulted a guest on a TV show in front of millions of viewers."
Su Qingge's voice wasn't loud, but every word was clear and resonant:
"Do you think that just because your Zhao family has some influence in the capital, you can act with impunity?"
Zhao Tai felt uneasy under her gaze; the awe he had felt for goddesses since childhood made him subconsciously shrink back.
But he quickly realized that he was the victim now!
"Qingge! Are you even being reasonable? He clearly hit me first!"
Zhao Tai pointed to his face, still bleeding from his nose, and then to his wrist, which had been bruised and purple from Lin Zhou's grip, his face filled with disbelief:
"Look at the state I've become! And you're still protecting this violent madman?"
"I'm protecting him?"
Su Qingge sneered, her phoenix eyes filled with mockery.
She took a step forward, her high heels clicking crisply on the ground, like a drumbeat in Zhao Tai's heart.
"Zhao Tai, get your facts straight."
"First, you struck first; Lin Zhou's actions were in self-defense."
"Secondly, and most importantly—"
Su Qingge took a deep breath, her voice suddenly rising in pitch, carrying an undeniable air of dominance:
"He's my husband!"
"He is Su Qingge's legal husband, and the biological father of my daughter!"
"You hit him in front of me, and even want to blacklist him?"
Su Qingge's eyes sharpened. In that moment, she was no longer the glamorous diva, but a fiercely protective lioness.
"You're slapping me in the face! Do you think I, Su Qingge, am easy to bully, that I can't even protect my own people?"
The audience was silent.
Everyone was stunned by Su Qingge's sudden outburst.
Who would have thought that the aloof goddess who usually avoids talking about this matter and even looks down on Lin Zhou would be so tough at the crucial moment?
Zhao Tai was speechless, his mouth agape for a long time without uttering a single word.
Su Qingge grew angrier as she spoke, and in her excitement, the proverb she had been holding back slipped out of her mouth:
"Besides, as the saying goes, even when beating a dog, you have to consider its owner! What right do you have to..."
The words had barely left her mouth when Su Qingge froze in shock.
The air suddenly became quiet.
Lin Zhou, who was hiding behind his wife and enjoying the pleasure of "living off her," twitched his lips violently upon hearing this.
Beating a dog...but what about its owner?
Honey, although I know you're trying to protect me, isn't this analogy... a little hurtful to my pride?
Su Qingge obviously realized what was happening, and her pretty face, which had been as cold as ice just moments before, turned bright red in an instant.
She glanced back at Lin Zhou in a flustered manner, her tongue almost tied in knots, trying to find a way to explain:
"No...no! It's assault! You have to consider the family members when it comes to assault!"
"Anyway...that's the gist of it! No one is allowed to touch him except me!"
This forced explanation, though somewhat clumsy, had an indescribable charm and domineering quality.
Looking at her bright red ears, Lin Zhou's slight annoyance instantly vanished, replaced by a warm feeling.
He gently tugged at Su Qingge's sleeve from behind, lowered his voice, and teased her in a volume only the two of them could hear:
"Woof?"
Su Qingge stiffened, turned around and glared at him fiercely, her eyes saying, "Shut up, I'll deal with you when we get home."
But to onlookers, that look seemed like he was exchanging flirtatious glances.
Zhao Tai watched this scene, his heart breaking into a QR code.
What brought him here?
To save the damsel in distress, to show off one's wealth, and to win the heart of the beauty.
The results of it?
Not only was she thrown around like a punching bag, but she was also forced to eat a mouthful of dog food (a Chinese slang term for witnessing public displays of affection), and in the end, she became a catalyst for the couple's intimacy.
"Good! Good! Su Qingge, you're good!"
Zhao Tai laughed angrily, his finger trembling as he pointed at the two men. "You'd rather have this... this gigolo than me? You'll regret this! You just wait!"
"security guard!"
Before Zhao Tai could finish his harsh words, director Yan Min finally couldn't stand it anymore.
The show still needs to be recorded. If this guy keeps causing trouble, the live stream will turn into a legal program.
"Guards! 'Escort' Young Master Zhao out!"
Yan Min gave the order.
Several burly men who had been waiting nearby immediately surrounded them.
"Mr. Zhao, please."
"Don't touch me! I can walk by myself!"
Zhao Tai flung the security guard's hand away, straightened his bespoke suit, now resembling a beggar's outfit, and finally stared intently at Lin Zhou with eyes full of resentment and unwillingness:
"Lin Zhou, we'll meet again someday. I'll remember this debt!"
After saying that, he led his group of equally disheveled bodyguards into the Ferrari, whose chassis was wrecked, and fled the scene in a sorry state amidst a deafening roar.
It was like a farce, coming and going quickly.
All that remained were chicken feathers scattered on the ground and... the 100,000 yuan check that Lin Zhou had stuffed into his pocket.
"call……"
Seeing that the annoying flies had finally left, Su Qingge breathed a long sigh of relief, and her previously tense shoulders relaxed.
She turned around and looked at Lin Zhou, her eyes filled with complex emotions.
After that moment of impulsiveness subsided and reason returned, she realized what she had just said.
In front of the entire internet, she admitted he was her husband and even said those kinds of things...
"What are you looking at?"
Su Qingge felt a little uncomfortable under Lin Zhou's smiling gaze, and said sternly with a straight face, "Don't take that slip of the tongue to heart!"
Which sentence?
Lin Zhou asked knowingly, smiling brightly, "Is it 'This is my husband,' or 'No one but me is allowed to touch him'?"
"Lin Zhou!"
Su Qingge raised her hand in embarrassment and anger, as if to hit him.
"Alright, alright, everyone!"
Yan Min's loudspeaker blared at just the right moment, interrupting the young couple's flirtatious banter.
The production team was shrewd; they knew the atmosphere was perfect and they had to strike while the iron was hot.
"Although the little incident just now was thrilling, it also showed us the true love and support between husband and wife in times of hardship!"
Yan Min forcibly elevated the theme, then waved his hand, pointing to the large, dark, water-covered area next to the threshing ground:
"To further test the tacit understanding between the couple, our next activity is—"
"Muddy Field Games!"
"The rules are simple: husbands carry their wives on their backs and run 50 meters back and forth through the mud! The first family to reach the finish line will have a luxurious seafood feast tonight!"
Look in the direction the director is pointing.
It was a muddy field that had just been flooded, with silt so deep it was up to knee-deep, and a few unknown aquatic plants floating on it.
Su Qingge's complexion, which had just returned to normal, instantly turned pale again.
She looked down at her old but still clean white shoes, then at the dark mud, and felt a wave of nausea wash over her.
The nightmare for those with obsessive-compulsive disorder about cleanliness has begun.
"Can I... not participate?"
Su Qingge subconsciously took a step back, her voice carrying a hint of resistance.
"No way." Yan Min smiled and shook her finger. "This is a team competition. If one person is missing, it's considered a forfeit. Families that forfeit will only be able to eat steamed buns and pickled vegetables tonight."
Lin Zhou sighed helplessly as he looked at Su Qingge's tense expression.
He walked up to Su Qingge, ignoring whether there were cameras around, turned his back, half-squatted down, and patted his broad shoulders:
"Come on up, Queen Su."
"Stop looking, the mud won't get clean no matter how much you look. Hurry up, don't burrow into my arms, that's against the rules."