allendalepharm Chapter 58 My wife is jealous: Tell me! How many people have you written songs for?
Chapter 58 My wife is jealous: Tell me! How many people have you written songs for?
A strong, sour smell filled the air.
It's not aged vinegar, it's Shanxi aged vinegar mixed with lemon juice, and then chilled.
Su Qingge held her phone, her usually cool and aloof eyes now fixed intently on the line of text on the screen.
A dangerous smile curved her lips, her voice soft yet sending chills down Lin Zhou's spine.
"My Wei, you are the cloud in the sky, and I am the mud on the ground. Looking up at you is my only breath..."
After reciting this sentence, Su Qingge raised her head and looked at Lin Zhou with a half-smile:
"What a brilliant writer, Lin!"
"The parallelism, the metaphors, the emotions... wow, it's truly moving."
"How come we've been married for seven years and I've never received a single punctuation mark?"
Lin Zhou felt that his back was soaked with cold sweat.
He regrets it now.
Very sorry.
No matter how much I planned, I never expected that the original owner, this simp, would be so cunning and disgusting!
Is this even something a human could write?
This is clearly a selection of QQ Space quotes from the non-mainstream era!
"It's a misunderstanding! It's all a misunderstanding!"
Lin Zhou threw the cleaver he was holding onto the cutting board, raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, and spoke at a rapid pace, like a machine gun:
"Honey, let me explain. It was all out of youthful ignorance! Really!"
"My brain wasn't fully developed back then, so I just made it up to reach the word count! I don't even know what I wrote!"
"Making it up?"
Su Qingge took a step forward, her high heels making a crisp "clack-clack" sound on the floor.
She shoved her phone screen right in front of Lin Zhou's eyes, pointing to the lines of small print below:
"And this? 'Write poems for you, freeze time for you, do the impossible for you'?"
"And this one, 'I want to take you to romantic Türkiye, and then we'll go to Tokyo and Paris together'?"
"Lin Zhou, you're something else."
Su Qingge's eyes were red, and her voice carried a barely perceptible hint of grievance and trembling:
"We've been married for so many years, and you've never even taken me to Sanya."
"So you ended up planning someone else's round-the-world trip?"
"Have you always felt that marrying me was a huge injustice? That I've held you and your 'cloud' from living happily ever after?"
That hat is way too big.
Lin Zhou felt more wronged than Dou E.
Seeing Su Qingge on the verge of tears, he felt heartbroken and panicked.
When this woman gets jealous, her IQ skyrockets to Einstein's level, and her logical loops are practically flawless.
No! Absolutely not!
Lin Zhou was so anxious he almost swore to the heavens, "Wife, I swear to God, I was a hopelessly immature teenager back then!"
"Those lyrics are all plagiarized! Yes, plagiarized!"
"These jokes are just random jokes I found online, meant to fool people... no, just to make myself seem cultured!"
"I have absolutely no improper thoughts about her! Right now, my heart only belongs to you and Nuonuo!"
As Lin Zhou spoke, he tried to take Su Qingge's hand.
"Don't touch me!"
Su Qingge flung his hand away, but instead of calming down, she became even angrier.
She took a deep breath, her chest heaving violently, her phoenix eyes narrowing slightly as her gaze swept over Lin Zhou like an X-ray.
"Copied? Well, you're quite good at copying."
"Since you can copy so many love poems for Chu Yuwei, have you copied them for anyone else?"
"Do you have a song for each of your 'confidantes,' 'good sisters,' and 'junior sisters'?"
"What about that senior from your guitar club? And that prettiest girl from the next class who brought you water?"
The more Su Qingge spoke, the more sense it made, and the more she thought about it, the more she felt there was danger lurking everywhere.
If this man could hide his talents for seven years, who knows how many romantic entanglements he had secretly kept hidden?
That song, "Simple Love," was written so well, so purely; it must have been written for some "first love"!
Thinking of this, Su Qingge's jealousy was completely overwhelmed.
With her hands on her hips, her aloof diva demeanor completely crumbled. Like a wife who had caught her husband's secret stash of money, she pointed at Lin Zhou's nose and posed a soul-searching question:
"Speak! Confess honestly!"
"Besides Chu Yuwei, how many other people have you written songs for?"
"Confess and you'll be treated leniently; resist and you'll be punished severely!"
Lin Zhou was speechless and unable to defend himself.
He felt like he had fallen into the Yellow River and couldn't wash himself out of it.
Why is the original owner's pot so heavy?
"Honey, there really aren't any left! Just this one! Really!"
Lin Zhou looked bitter. "Back then, I was dirt poor. Besides Chu... that guy, who else would even look at me?"
"Besides, I'm busy with the kitchen all day, where would I find the time to meet any female confidantes?"
"You can look through my contacts anytime; they're all insurance salespeople and food delivery drivers!"
"I don't believe it!"
Su Qingge was furious and wouldn't listen to any explanation.
Looking at Lin Zhou's face, which was a bit roguish but still excessively handsome, she felt increasingly uneasy.
This man is such a liar.
He used to lie to her, saying he was a good-for-nothing, but now he says he only loves her.
A man's words are deceitful!
We have to teach him a lesson and show him what's what!
Su Qingge looked around, her eyes quickly searching the room.
Finally, her gaze settled on the corner of the wall.
There, there was an old-fashioned wooden washboard, its surface uneven, which had just been borrowed from a villager's house for washing clothes.
On the other table, there was a large durian covered in sharp thorns, which Lin Zhou had specially asked the production team to buy to cheer her up.
Su Qingge's eyes lit up.
She walked over, picked up the washboard with one hand and the large durian with the other.
Then, "bang!"
The two items were thrown heavily onto the floor in front of Lin Zhou.
Lin Zhou's eyelids twitched, and he subconsciously took half a step back, feeling a slight pain in his knee.
"Wife... what are you doing?"
"what?"
Su Qingge dusted off her hands, raised her chin slightly, and looked down with a disdainful gaze, like a queen who held the power of life and death:
"Lin Zhou, don't say I didn't give you a chance."
"Since you can't explain it clearly, then prove your innocence with actions."
She extended her slender fingers and pointed to the two "instruments of torture" on the ground, a cold and alluring smile playing on her lips:
Choose.
"Should I kneel on a washboard or on a durian?"