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

Chapter 178 Nuonuo: Daddy, that uncle singing on TV looks like you.

In the living room, the fluorescent light from the television screen made Nuonuo's delicate, pretty face look exceptionally vivid.

She was still tightly clutching the teddy bear, which was bigger than her head, and her big, dark eyes darted back and forth between the TV screen and Lin Zhou, as if her little brain was conducting a sophisticated facial recognition calculation.

"dad……"

Nuonuo tilted her head, her little eyebrows furrowed into an adorable "eight," her tone full of confusion.

"Although this uncle was dressed strangely, like a circus clown, but... the way he swung the microphone just now was exactly the same as when you were grabbing the spatula in the kitchen last time!"

"And that voice! Especially at the end! It sounded just like when my dad sang 'Two Tigers' to me!"

Lin Zhou abruptly pulled his foot back from the entrance hall into the study.

His face flushed red, and he felt his pretentious image as a "cool and aloof singing king" shatter instantly.

What does it mean to be like a circus clown?

That's called avant-garde art! That's called Gothic aesthetics!

And comparing the high notes in "Exaggeration" to those in "Two Tigers"? Only a beloved daughter would do that; anyone else would have been blocked long ago.

"Cough cough..."

Lin Zhou coughed twice, trying to regain some of his fatherly authority.

He crouched down, his gaze level with Nuonuo's, and forced a very gentle, even slightly fawning smile onto his face.

"Nuonuo, well... art always needs a bit of exaggeration."

"Besides, Dad dressed like that to surprise the audience, like Santa Claus in his red suit—it's a kind of... professional etiquette!"

"surprise?"

Nuonuo nodded as if she understood, but the doubt in her eyes did not diminish at all.

"But that uncle looked really fierce, and he kept yelling and screaming like a monster."

Lin Zhou: "..."

That hurts, my daughter.

That was an emotional outburst! It was a scream of the soul! How did it become a monster?

Seeing Lin Zhou's constipated expression, Su Qingge, who had been leaning against the door frame watching the show, finally couldn't hold back any longer.

"Pfft."

She took a bite of the apple in her hand and laughed so hard she almost fell over.

"Did you hear that? Monster Lin Zhou."

"Even your own daughter disapproves of your taste. Stop wearing those outlandish clothes to scare people in the future."

Lin Zhou sighed helplessly and decided to just give up.

He reached out and picked Nuonuo up, giving her a big kiss on her chubby little face.

"Okay, okay, Dad admits it."

"That uncle who looks like a monster and is dressed like a clown, that's Dad."

"How was it? Wasn't Dad amazing? He could sing on TV for so many people."

Nuonuo paused for a moment, then her big eyes lit up instantly, as if she had discovered some incredible new continent.

"Really? That super powerful monster uncle is really Dad?"

"Of course it's true! When has Daddy ever lied to you?"

"Wow! Daddy's amazing!"

Nuonuo was so excited that she bounced around in Lin Zhou's arms, hugging his neck with her little hands, her eyes full of admiration.

"Dad, can you sing that monster song for me right now? I want to hear a live version!"

"this……"

Lin Zhou hesitated. Loud music at home so late at night might get him complaints from the neighbors about disturbing the peace.

But looking at his daughter's expectant eyes, he really couldn't bear to refuse.

"Okay! Then Dad will sing you a couple of lines!"

He cleared his throat, deliberately lowered his voice, and imitated the husky quality of someone on stage, softly humming:

"I was eighteen that year, at my alma mater's dance, standing there like a lackey..."

Although there was no accompaniment, no lights, and they even kept the singing low-key to avoid disturbing the neighbors, the unique charm of the performance still captivated Nuonuo.

"It's beautiful! Even better than Elsa's singing!"

Nuonuo clapped her hands vigorously, her little face flushed.

"When I grow up, I want to be a singing monster like my dad!"

"Okay, okay, from now on, Nuonuo will be the big monster, and Daddy will be the old monster."

Lin Zhou smiled and ruffled her hair, feeling incredibly happy.

What are the King of Singers awards, what are the 5 billion box office hits? Nothing makes him feel as good as his daughter's simple "It sounds nice."

Su Qingge stood aside, quietly watching this heartwarming scene.

The warm yellow light shone on the father and daughter, gilding their silhouettes with a gentle golden edge. The doting look on Lin Zhou's face and the adoration in Nuonuo's eyes created the most beautiful scene in the world.

Her lips unconsciously curved upwards, and her eyes were so tender they seemed to drip with affection.

This is the life she wants.

There is no blinding spotlight, no hustle and bustle of the world of fame and fortune, only ordinary and genuine happiness.

"Alright, little monster, it's time to take a bath and go to bed."

Su Qingge walked over and took Nuonuo from Lin Zhou's arms.

"You've been playing in the mud all day, you're practically a little mud monkey. How about the nanny takes you for a bath?"

"Okay! I want to take a bubble bath!"

Nuonuo nodded obediently, kissed Su Qingge on the cheek, and then turned her head to make a face at Lin Zhou.

Goodnight, old monster!

Goodnight, little monster.

As Lin Zhou watched the nanny lead Nuonuo's little hand into the bathroom, before the smile on his face could fade, he suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

That coolness wasn't from the air conditioning being set too low, but rather from some kind of... instinctive feeling of being targeted by some kind of apex predator.

He slowly turned around.

Just moments ago, Su Qingge had been looking like a gentle and loving mother, but now she was leaning back on the sofa, casually playing with a... cushion in her hand.

That look in his eyes held three parts a smile and seven parts murderous intent.

It's like a cat sharpening its claws, staring at a clueless mouse.

"Um...wife?"

Lin Zhou swallowed hard and instinctively took a step back.

"Nuonuo's asleep, shouldn't we rest too?"

"rest?"

Su Qingge raised an eyebrow, her red lips parted slightly, and her voice was so gentle it made one's bones go numb, yet it also concealed a murderous intent.

"Lin, the great singer, did you have a lot of fun playing with your daughter just now?"

"Monsters and clowns all over again, what, have you forgotten about me, the audience member?"

"No way! You'll always be number one in my heart!"

Lin Zhou's survival instinct kicked in, and he quickly pledged his loyalty.

"Yeah?"

Su Qingge sneered and straightened up.

The seemingly soft and fluffy cushion in her hand seemed to have transformed into a deadly weapon.

"Since I'm in the center position, then you should explain yourself."

"How did you manage to pretend to be tone-deaf in front of me for the past three months while secretly practicing and becoming a singing champion behind my back?"

"You want me to teach you to sing? You want me to demonstrate vocal techniques for you?"

"Lin Zhou, do you find it particularly amusing to watch me make a fool of myself in front of you?"

With each sentence she spoke, she took a step closer.

Lin Zhou was forced to retreat step by step until his calf hit the edge of the coffee table and he fell down on the carpet with a thud.

"Wife, I'm innocent! That's just fun! It's marital fun!"

"You want some fun, huh?"

Su Qingge walked up to him, looked down at him, and suddenly a bright smile bloomed on her face.

"OK."

"Then tonight, I'll give you some 'fun' too."

The voice just fell.

The soft, fluffy pillow slammed into Lin Zhou's arms with a whooshing sound.

"Take your 'sexual toys' and go sleep in the living room!"