PDLP Chapter 312: A standing ovation and applause – a highlight for Chinese music.
Chapter 312: A standing ovation and applause – a highlight for Chinese music.
The applause had reached its fever pitch, the roar of thousands of people nearly shattering the magnificent chandeliers atop the Grammy Hall. Su Qingge, holding the trophy, her deep purple figure, a symbol of Eastern elegance, shone brightly under the golden spotlight as she gracefully turned to leave the stage.
Lin Zhou, however, could not wait any longer. He had no intention of sitting quietly in the front row. Amid the enthusiastic cheers, he strode up the stage to greet his queen.
This scene was naturally captured in real time by hundreds of high-definition cameras present and instantly transmitted around the world via advanced satellite signals. For the first time, a Chinese-language singer received such absolute and extraordinary respect at the Grammys. This is not only a personal victory for Su Qingge, but also a milestone in the formal and solemn acceptance of the Chinese music scene by the world music community.
The usually arrogant and haughty pop stars in the audience, who looked down on everyone else, all stood up and applauded sincerely. Their eyes shone with a complex awe, a submission to talent, and a tribute to this pregnant woman from the East who could still sing with such soulful resonance.
As Su Qingge watched Lin Zhou walk towards her, the tears that hadn't yet faded from her eyes quickly transformed into a sweet smile. She felt that all the harsh criticism she had endured in her life, and the seven years of lonely waiting, were all incredibly worthwhile at this moment.
"Wife, are you tired?" Lin Zhou walked domineeringly to Su Qingge's side, completely ignoring the dense cameras around them.
He reached out one hand and naturally took the heavy phonograph trophy from Su Qingge's arms, while his other hand gently encircled her waist with a precise strength that seemed to have been calculated with meticulous physics, providing her with the strongest support without constricting her obvious pregnant belly.
"I'm not tired, it's just that my heart is beating a little fast," Su Qingge whispered in Lin Zhou's ear, her voice trembling slightly with the intense happiness she felt.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Lin Zhou displayed a strong protective instinct. He didn't rush to take Su Qingge away, but instead arrogantly surveyed the entire room. There was no humility in his eyes, only an arrogant "my woman is the best" arrogance.
His actions in escorting his wife off the stage were described by Western media as "the most outrageous red carpet escort ever." With each step he took, he carefully observed where Su Qingge would land; those subtle undulations in the steps were, in Lin Zhou's eyes, more dangerous than any financial trap on Wall Street.
"Mr. Lin, your way of protecting your wife is truly amazing!" A familiar Chinese musician in the audience couldn't help but tease loudly.
Lin Zhou didn't even turn his head, but simply raised his chin arrogantly. His haughty demeanor made it seem as if he weren't holding a Grammy Award trophy, but rather a transfer agreement for this planet.
Su Qingge leaned against Lin Zhou's chest, feeling his strong and familiar body temperature. The noisy flashes and shouts around her seemed to become background music in that moment, and her world consisted only of the unreasonable yet doting man beside her.
This absurd Eastern warmth appears precious and dazzling in the cold and commercially driven world of Los Angeles.
"Lin Zhou, everyone's watching us. Try to tone it down a bit," Su Qingge whispered, her face flushed.
"Let them look. I pamper my own wife, why should I care about these foreigners' opinions?" Lin Zhou sneered disdainfully, but his steps remained steady.
He was like an exceptional gardener, carefully tending to a precious orchid that had just blossomed into its most beautiful form amidst a raging storm.
The applause from the audience remained enthusiastic, and Su Qingge felt as if she were walking on clouds. The sense of glory at this moment was amplified infinitely through the warmth of Lin Zhou in her palm.
She thought this was probably the most glorious moment she had ever dreamed of. There was no suppression from the Su family, no entanglement of family interests, only pure music and a pure lover.
"Slow down, these last few steps are a bit steep," Lin Zhou gently reminded him, the ruthless decisiveness in his eyes completely gone, leaving only endless, extreme tenderness.
His stark contrast deeply moved the countless female audience members. It turned out that the Lin family patriarch, who struck fear into the hearts of the capital markets, could be incredibly attentive to his wife.
Su Qingge lifted the hem of her gorgeous purple skirt, and her originally cool peach blossom eyes now only reflected Lin Zhou's profile.
"Lin Zhou, thank you for bringing me here."
"Fool, you earned this yourself. I'm just a family member who carries your bags."
Amidst the noisy yet sacred atmosphere, the two walked step by step toward the VIP seats in the first row.
In that instant, Su Qingge felt the restless little life inside her body move in response.
That is the inheritance of life, and the continuation of glory.
"Look, the baby is quite happy too," Su Qingge said with a soft laugh.
"That's right, the kid was probably still reeling from the applause in his belly." Lin Zhou joked without any sense of prophecy.
In this harmonious and perfectly perfect moment.
Su Qingge's toes had just stepped off the last step, and she hadn't even had time to land properly.
A sudden, intense tearing sensation erupted from deep within her abdomen like a violent bolt of lightning.
In a mere fraction of a second, her face went from a radiant rosy glow to deathly pale.
"Hmm!"
Su Qingge's gentle breathing stopped instantly.
She instinctively grabbed Lin Zhou's hand, which was resting on her elbow.
It was a terrifying force that erupted from extreme pain.
Lin Zhou felt his arm tighten, followed by a sharp pain.
Those were Su Qingge's fingernails, which, due to the intense pain, had violently and deeply embedded themselves into his thick muscles.
Lin Zhou froze instantly.
He keenly sensed that something was wrong.
Su Qingge's hands were trembling violently, and cold sweat soaked her forehead almost instantly.
"Qingge?"
For the first time, Lin Zhou's voice carried a rare and undisguised hint of panic.
He looked down and saw Su Qingge biting her lower lip tightly, her eyes filled with extreme fear caused by the sudden change in events.
"Lin Zhou...the child..."
Su Qingge's voice was so hoarse it was almost inaudible, filled with suppressed pain.
Lin Zhou's heart seemed to skip a beat for a split second.
He saw that Su Qingge's gorgeous dress was trembling slightly in a strange way.
"Honey, don't scare me, are you about to give birth?"
"It hurts...it hurts so much..."
Su Qingge was almost completely exhausted, hanging on Lin Zhou. The intense feeling of heaviness made it nearly impossible for her to stand.
The cheerful music that had been playing continued, but in Lin Zhou's eyes, the world had completely transformed into a blood-red battlefield.
"Old Chen! Doctor! Come quick!"
Lin Zhou let out a furious roar, tearing away the Grammys' glamorous facade.
"Has your water broken?"
"It seems... I'm really going to give birth."