nyslfriends Chapter 329 Another credit to the system? [Postpartum Repair Solution] yyds
Chapter 329 Another credit to the system? [Postpartum Repair Solution] yyds
In the VIP lounge backstage at the banquet.
The heavy soundproof door completely shut out the noisy chatter outside.
Lin Zhou stood quietly behind Su Qingge.
He skillfully adjusted the hidden clasp at the back of her dress.
My fingertips inevitably touched her delicate skin.
Its texture is as smooth and warm as jade.
It exudes amazing elasticity and vitality.
Lin Zhou lowered his eyes.
In his other hand, he was secretly playing with a small, transparent crystal medicine bottle, no bigger than a thumb.
The bottle is empty.
A faint, almost imperceptible, pale blue halo remained inside.
This is the biggest contributor to Su Qingge's incredible transformation in just three months.
It was also in the "deluxe gift pack" sent by the system.
The thing that Lin Zhou valued most was the [Divine Postpartum Recovery Solution].
I recalled the instructions for this bottle of medicine.
Lin Zhou still finds it somewhat unbelievable.
That was not medical repair in the conventional sense.
It is a complete optimization at the genetic level.
He remembered the system's exact words clearly:
"Remodeling damaged maternal cells significantly enhances telomerase activity."
"100% removal of stretch marks and sequelae of internal organ compression."
"Bonus benefits include pelvic floor closure and core muscle reshaping."
"And specifically enhance the vocal cord resilience based on the host's spouse's occupational characteristics."
This is hardly the proper way to observe postpartum confinement.
This is clearly the marrow cleansing technique from cultivation novels.
Lin Zhou's fingers slowly slid down Su Qingge's back.
Finally, it rested on her slender waist.
He seemed lost in thought.
In this world, the damage that childbirth inflicts on women is cruel and irreversible.
Even wealthy chaebol wives with top-notch medical teams.
It's inevitable that the years will leave their mark on the body.
But his woman doesn't have to endure these things.
It has a system.
They control resources that are beyond the reach of ordinary people.
If Lin Zhou can't even protect his own wife's health, what kind of man is he?
"What are you thinking about?"
Su Qingge turned around and leaned into his arms.
She glanced down at the empty bottle in Lin Zhou's hand.
"Where did you get this folk remedy from?"
"They forced me to drink a sip in the car just now."
"It tastes sweet, and my throat feels exceptionally clear after drinking it."
"Even the fatigue from walking the red carpet is gone."
Lin Zhou calmly put the empty bottle into his suit pocket.
He certainly cannot attribute it to the system.
Over the past few months.
He's like a conscientious and responsible traditional Chinese medicine doctor.
Without fail, every day, he would dilute the repair fluid into Su Qingge's warm milk according to the prescribed ratio.
Watching her drink it down, sip by sip.
Until today, when this final dose of consolidation medication was finished.
Only then is the entire treatment course truly complete.
"This is a tonic that I obtained from a reclusive traditional Chinese medicine doctor at great expense."
Lin Zhou spouted nonsense with no shame.
"It's specially made to protect your throat."
"You're going to be the headlining singer tonight."
"As her husband, shouldn't I be responsible for providing logistical support?"
Su Qingge rolled her eyes at him, annoyed.
"You're full of twisted logic."
"But seriously."
"When I practice my voice recently, I find high notes much easier than before."
"His breathing is incredibly steady."
Even the vocal coach thought it was a miracle.
she said.
A look of eager anticipation gleamed in her peach blossom eyes.
He is a born stage king.
Even after becoming a mother.
That yearning for music has never been extinguished.
On the contrary, it is because of the richness of life.
It has a more substantial and weighty feel.
Just then.
There was a knock on the door of the lounge.
Old Chen pushed open the door.
Two Lin family assassins followed behind him.
They were steadily pushing something with a peculiar shape.
It was a baby cradle made of aerospace-grade carbon fiber.
The cradle's exterior is painted in a subtle dark gold.
It is surrounded by the highest-grade bulletproof and noise-reducing glass.
The interior is lined with top-quality, temperature-controlled velvet.
Little An'an is lying inside.
He was fast asleep, clutching a pacifier in his hand.
"Young Master, Madam, the equipment is all set up."
Old Chen lowered his voice to report.
"The sound insulation of the interior cabin reaches military-grade standards."
"It also plays white noise that the lady recorded before."
Even if the sound system on the stage outside explodes.
"The young master can only hear gentle lullabies inside."
Su Qingge stepped forward.
I looked at my sleeping son through the glass.
His eyes were so gentle they could melt your heart.
"Old Chen, thank you for your hard work."
Lin Zhou walked over.
He reached out and put his arm around his wife's shoulder.
"Our Lin family's pomp and circumstance must be impeccable."
"Didn't you say this new song was written for An An?"
"Then he will be the first listener."
"How could I miss your comeback debut stage?"
Su Qingge took a deep breath.
She looked at the man who had taken care of everything for her.
A feeling of warmth gradually spread through my heart.
They started a family.
They had a child.
It did not become a hindrance to her.
Instead, it became her strongest armor.
The cheers emanating from the front desk grew louder and louder.
The host of the banquet had already begun warming up the atmosphere on stage.
The introduction of the final guest will take place.
"ladies and gentlemen."
"I think the next guest needs no introduction."
"She represents the pride of the Chinese music scene."
"They are the most dazzling star in the entire capital tonight!"
"Let's give a warm round of applause to welcome..."
The loudspeaker in the lounge.
The host's shouts could be heard clearly.
Su Qingge straightened the hem of her burgundy skirt.
The gentle expression on her face vanished instantly.
Instead, it was replaced by the cold elegance and domineering aura of a superstar.
That was the sharp edge ready to be used in battle.
Lin Zhou took half a step back.
He made a standard gentlemanly gesture of invitation.
But what he said...
He still exudes that smug, roguish charm.
"Go, Your Majesty."
"Let those guys outside who are still guessing what kind of magic pill you ate be left bewildered."
"Let's see your lung capacity."
Su Qingge raised her chin.
She walked towards the passageway in high heels.
Beside her.
Old Chen pushed that expensive, high-tech little cradle.
They followed him closely, never leaving his side.
Su Qingge returns to the stage, and this time, she has a little cradle by her side.
The red carpet appearance was stunning.
This stage is her true throne.
The gate at the end of the passage slowly opened.
Dazzling stage lights cascaded down.
"Lin Zhou".
Su Qingge stepped onto the stairs a second before she did.
She suddenly stopped and looked back at him.
"What's wrong? Are you getting stage fright?"
Lin Zhou raised one eyebrow.
"Keep an eye on your son's bottle."
Su Qingge smiled proudly.
"I'll finish singing in a bit."
"If he wakes up and there's no milk for him, I'll hold you responsible."
Lin Zhou grinned.
He raised the constant-temperature milk jug in his hand.
Go ahead and sing with confidence.
"The logistics chief is on standby."