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

Chapter 172 Lin Zhou: I'm coming clean, I'm actually a genius.

The flashes in the interview area went off like crazy, and the sound of camera shutters blended into a dense rain of clicks.

Dozens of microphones were thrust forward, as if they wanted to shove them right up Lin Zhou's nose. These reporters, who were used to big scenes, now had their eyes gleaming like a pack of wolves that hadn't eaten for three days, surrounding a piece of top-quality Kobe beef.

Standing at the front was a male reporter wearing gold-rimmed glasses, who looked somewhat like a refined scoundrel. He adjusted his glasses, his eyes sharp, and posed the first extremely tricky question:

"Director Lin, or perhaps I should call you Teacher Lanling Wang. Since you possess such top-notch singing skills, even capable of crushing the national team, why have you chosen to hide it for the past three years? Willing to be... a stay-at-home husband burdened with infamy?"

The question immediately quieted the previously noisy scene.

Everyone perked up their ears.

The male reporter's lips curled into a barely perceptible, cold smile as he continued to press for answers:

"Or do you think the current state of the Chinese music scene is simply beneath your notice? Is this a form of contempt for the industry?"

Good guy.

This is putting Lin Zhou on the hot seat.

If it were an ordinary celebrity, they would probably panic when faced with this kind of trap question that tries to label them, either dodging the question or quickly expressing their loyalty.

But who is Lin Zhou?

He's a man who just received a system reward and is practically cheating.

Faced with this aggressive questioning, he not only did not get angry, but also calmly straightened his collar, which had been pushed askew.

Then, he looked at the male reporter with an expression that said, "You're still too young," and sighed helplessly.

"Disdain? No, no, no, my friend, you've misunderstood."

Lin Zhou shrugged sincerely at the camera.

"The reason I concealed my strength was entirely out of... humanitarian concern for my colleagues."

"ha?"

The male reporter was stunned, and almost dropped the recording pen in his hand.

Humanitarian concern? What kind of ridiculous reason is that?

"Think about it."

Lin Zhou held up a finger and began to analyze with great seriousness.

"If I had debuted three years ago, would I have swept all the awards for Best Singer, Best Actor, and Best Newcomer in the last two years?"

"What about the other singers? Do they still need to eat? Do they still need to support their families?"

"I'm a kind-hearted person. I thought I'd leave people a way to survive. After all... leaving others to eat is a traditional virtue."

Upon hearing this, the entire room fell silent.

All the reporters stared wide-eyed, dumbfounded at the man who had brought "Versailles" to its fullest potential.

Listen to this!

Is this human talk?

What does it mean to "take everything"? What does it mean to "leave room for others to eat"?

This is absolutely insane!

But what's most infuriating is that when you look at the gleaming golden trophy in his hand and the 5 billion yuan box office report for "A Chinese Odyssey" still on the big screen, you can't find any reason to refute it!

They certainly have the right to be arrogant!

"so……"

Another female reporter swallowed hard and timidly raised her hand to ask a question.

"Director Lin, do you mean... you admit you're a genius?"

"genius?"

Lin Zhou raised an eyebrow, seemingly somewhat dissatisfied with the title.

He turned his head, glanced at Su Qingge who was smiling silently beside him, then turned back to the camera and struck an extremely punchable pose.

"I'm coming clean, I'm not pretending anymore."

"Actually, I'm a polymath."

"He breaks records directing movies with his left hand, wins the title of 'King of Singers' with his right, and can even write code to hack... cough cough, maintain network security when he has nothing else to do."

He paused, a sly glint in his eyes.

"Of course, my proudest profession is still that one."

"That guy you've been laughing at for three years—the gigolo."

"After all, being able to live off a woman to this extent and still marry a woman like Su Tianhou is a talent that can't be replicated, right?"

"puff--"

Someone at the scene couldn't help but burst out laughing.

The tense atmosphere of the interview was instantly shattered by this torrent of humor.

The live stream chat was flooded with comments.

"Hahahaha! What a genius! Lin Zhou, have some decency!"

"Master of Versailles! I bow down in reverence!"

"The number one guy who stubbornly lives off a woman! I'm impressed!"

"It's so annoying! But why do I like it so much?"

Su Qingge stood to the side, watching her husband spout nonsense with a straight face.

She should have been angry.

After all, this guy not only kept it from her for so long, but also said such shameless things in front of the entire internet.

But looking at his spirited appearance and the confident light in his eyes, she couldn't suppress the smile on her lips.

This is the man Su Qingge has her eye on.

Either remain silent until you make a stunning statement, or when you do, it's a resounding success.

Even when they're trying to show off, they do it in such a refined and elegant way that it's impossible to hate them.

She reached out and naturally tidied Lin Zhou's slightly messy bangs, her eyes full of doting affection, a picture of sweet harmony between husband and wife.

This scene was captured on countless cameras.

Those rumors that they were "strong woman and weak man" and "will divorce sooner or later" have now become a complete joke.

"Alright, alright, Director Lin."

Seeing Lin Zhou getting more and more excited, and even preparing to give a live demonstration of "how to scientifically live off a woman," Su Qingge finally couldn't hold back anymore.

She smiled and shook her head. The hand that had been fixing his bangs slid down and snatched the microphone from Lin Zhou's hand.

"Wife?"

Lin Zhou was getting into the conversation when he suddenly felt his hand go empty. He turned around, somewhat bewildered.

Holding the microphone, Su Qingge maintained her elegant and poised diva smile as she faced the camera.

But when she turned her head and looked at Lin Zhou.

Those beautiful peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, and a chilling aura suddenly appeared in their originally gentle gaze.

It was as if Fairy Zixia had drawn the Purple and Green Sword and placed it against Supreme Treasure's neck.

"Dear media friends, that concludes today's interview."

"after all……"

She parted her red lips slightly, and although her voice was still pleasant, every word seemed to have a hook, making Lin Zhou's scalp tingle.

"Our genius Lin is so good at hiding his true nature, he even dares to lie to his own wife."

"We have some 'important' things to talk about when we get home tonight."

As she spoke, she reached out and gently patted Lin Zhou's cheek, her smile both alluring and menacing.

"You're right, aren't you, honey?"