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

Chapter 350 My best friend Zhou Yang is also getting married; the bride is that receptionist.

I'm getting married.

Zhou Yang's words drifted in the night wind of the Pacific Ocean, sounding exceptionally clear along with the dull sound of waves crashing against the rocks.

Lin Zhou's eyes, which had been slightly closed, suddenly opened, a hint of surprise flashing in his pupils.

Before Lin Zhou could even speak, Zhou Yang, fueled by the alcohol, muttered curses and reached into the side pocket of his floral-patterned shorts.

He rummaged around inside for a while.

Finally, he pulled out a slightly crumpled red cardboard card with edges that faintly smelled of sea salt.

pat.

Zhou Yang slammed the card onto the barbecue grill in front of Lin Zhou, sending cumin powder flying everywhere.

"See for yourself, buddy. I even personally airlifted the invitations over the ocean for you."

Zhou Yang plopped back down on the beach, giving a self-deprecating laugh as he felt somewhat exhausted.

Lin Zhou picked up the eye-catching red card and, by the faint glow of the embers of the charcoal fire, could barely make out the small gold lettering on it.

Groom: Zhou Yang.

Bride: Su Xiaoya.

Upon seeing the bride's name, Lin Zhou was slightly taken aback. Some long-forgotten microscopic memories from the depths of his mind were instantly brought to the surface.

Su Xiaoya.

She was the only girl who didn't coldly watch over Lin Zhou when he was first thrown out of the capital's Lin family like trash during his downfall.

At that time, Lin Zhou went to the old branch of Starry Sky Media to handle the handover, and the whole company was waiting to see this down-on-his-luck young master make a fool of himself.

Only Su Xiaoya, the timid receptionist who had just started working, quietly slipped him a carton of warm milk and a piece of whole wheat bread amidst the disdainful looks of everyone else.

Although it wasn't a priceless treasure, it was a rare, warm and benevolent gift for Lin Zhou, who was besieged on all sides and penniless at the time, during those dark days.

"Is it her?"

Lin Zhou shook the invitation in his hand, and his gaze toward Zhou Yang held a hint of something intriguing.

"What, it's not working?"

Zhou Yang, feeling a little guilty, straightened his neck, snatched the half-empty bottle of beer from Lin Zhou's hand, and gulped it down.

"Old Lin, I know what you want to say."

"Who in Beijing's social circles doesn't know what kind of reputation I, Zhou Yang, used to have? I changed women faster than I changed sports cars."

"My dad almost broke my legs because of my arranged marriage. When he heard that I was going to marry an ordinary receptionist, he even smashed the old man's cane."

As Zhou Yang spoke, his eyes reddened, whether from the alcohol or from the grievances in his heart, it was hard to tell.

He sighed self-deprecatingly and smashed the empty bottle heavily on the beach.

"But I'm set on her."

"You don't know, last time I got into a car accident while racing with my rival, all those people in the industry who usually call me 'brother' didn't even dare to utter a sound."

"Only this silly girl, wearing a faded tracksuit, stayed by my side in the hospital corridor for three days and three nights, crying until her eyes were swollen like walnuts."

"Old Lin, I've lived for thirty years, and this is the first time I feel like a living, breathing person, not a puppet of the Zhou family."

Lin Zhou listened quietly to his best friend's heartfelt words.

Looking at Zhou Yang's face, which was contorted with excitement, he suddenly felt a surge of indescribable emotion.

It's a strange feeling.

His love with Su Qingge was a myth of mutual redemption amidst bloodshed and turmoil, forged with capital and iron fist.

Zhou Yang, a seemingly carefree and dissolute rich young master, unexpectedly falls head over heels for an ordinary girl after experiencing the vicissitudes of life.

This kind of affection, which transcends class and breaks down social prejudices, seems almost too pure in the glamorous upper-class circles.

"Life is a script that's far more exciting than any of Martin Scorsese's movies."

Lin Zhou suddenly chuckled and punched Zhou Yang hard on the shoulder.

"I thought you were destined to be a womanizer for life, but I never expected you'd end up being tamed by our receptionist."

Zhou Yang grimaced as he was punched, and rubbed his nose somewhat embarrassedly.

"Old Lin, stop making fun of me. Tell me, would you be willing to be the officiant at this wedding?"

"In order to marry her, Xiaoya suffered a lot of gossip from those snobbish people at the company. They all said that she was cunning and was after the Zhou family's wealth."

"I've made up my mind. Only you and your sister-in-law can slap those gossipy old men to a pulp."

Zhou Yang stared at Lin Zhou with some anticipation.

He was well aware of Lin Zhou's current importance on this planet.

As long as Lin Zhou stands there at the wedding, even if he only says "congratulations," those so-called wealthy and noble ladies from the capital city will have to respectfully toast Su Xiaoya like grandsons.

This is the biggest support Lin Zhou can provide for his brothers.

"I'm not going to be the officiant. Do you expect me to ask the Prime Minister of Britain to read your vows?"

Lin Zhou rolled his eyes and stood up, somewhat amused.

He patted the sand off his shorts and casually stuffed the red invitation card back into Zhou Yang's arms.

"When has the date been set?"

Upon hearing this, Zhou Yang was overjoyed and jumped up from the reef.

"The eighth day of next month! At the Beijing Hotel! Old Lin, you can't stand me up!"

"Alright, stop howling in the middle of the night. If you wake An'an up, Qingge will strangle you with the strings of her guzheng."

Lin Zhou waved his hand dismissively and walked towards the castle in his flip-flops.

Zhou Yang followed behind, his obsequious manner completely devoid of any semblance of the demeanor of a Zhou family conglomerate heir.

"Old Lin, as the boss, shouldn't you at least give a small token of appreciation for Xiaoya's betrothal gifts?"

Zhou Yang leaned closer and winked mischievously.

Lin Zhou didn't even turn his head, he just snorted coldly.

"What does that mean? Giving her the Starry Sky Media building as a dowry, what do you think?"

Zhou Yang gasped.

"Holy crap, Lin, are you going to go this far?"

"What, you think it's not enough?"

Lin Zhou turned his head to the side, revealing a playful smile in the moonlight.

"That's more than enough! Old Lin, from today onwards, you're my brother!"

Zhou Yang was so excited that his tongue almost tied itself in knots.

On the second-floor terrace of the castle, Su Qingge was holding a glass of warm milk, quietly watching the two men with their arms around each other on the beach.

The sea breeze tousled her long hair, revealing her stunningly beautiful and aloof features.

When Lin Zhou went upstairs and opened the bedroom door, he was met with his wife's captivating eyes, which seemed to be both smiling and not smiling.

"What, is Young Master Zhou turning over a new leaf?"

Su Qingge walked over and naturally took off Lin Zhou's coat, which smelled of sea salt.

"Yes, Su Xiaoya won him over."

Lin Zhou pulled his wife into his arms, rested his chin on her shoulder, and took a deep breath of her sweet fragrance.

"We need to go back to the capital next month to support this kid."

Su Qingge raised her eyebrows in surprise.

"Go back to Beijing? Didn't you say you were retired and would never go back?"

Lin Zhou lowered his head and placed a kiss on her lips, his eyes filled with doting affection and determination.

"I naturally ignore others when they ask me for help."

"But Zhou Yang, at least, drank the strongest liquor with me and fell into the deepest pits."

"His wedding must be the highest-level event organized by the Lin family."

Su Qingge smiled gently and reached out to wrap her arms around his neck.

"Okay, I'll do as you say."

"However, we can't make a big fuss when we go back."

"Of course, it's my brother Lin Zhou's wedding. If I don't cause a huge uproar in the capital, how can I live up to his calling me 'brother'?"

Lin Zhou laughed heartily, picked up his wife in his arms, and walked towards the huge soft bed.

As night deepened, the waves of the Pacific Ocean rose and fell undulating under the moonlight.

In a guest room at the manor, Zhou Yang was holding the crumpled invitation, grinning foolishly and drooling.

Meanwhile, in the capital city circle, far across the ocean.

At this time, no one realized that the financial tyrant, who had been in seclusion for more than half a month, was about to return to this land with a vengeance.

"Lin Zhou, have you prepared An An's dress?"

Before the bed curtains were drawn, Su Qingge asked softly.

"With Old Chen handling it, he'll definitely be the most dazzling guy in Beijing."

Lin Zhou replied with a mischievous grin.