boyutpedia Chapter 2 Oh no! I've transmigrated 7 years and become a gigolo?
Chapter 2 Oh no! I've transmigrated 7 years and become a gigolo?
"dad?"
That clear, crisp call acted like a spell, pinning Lin Zhou to the spot.
He stiffly lowered his head, looking at the little dumpling clinging to his leg. Those big, round eyes were full of adoration and dependence, their eyelashes fluttering like two delicate little fans. Most striking was his face; even with its baby fat, the resemblance to Su Qingge was clearly visible—especially those distinctive phoenix eyes, practically identical.
"This...this isn't right..."
Lin Zhou felt his throat was dry and his mind went blank.
Genes don't lie. This little girl is definitely Su Qingge's biological daughter!
Su Qingge, now lying on the bed, had already straightened her slipped pajamas and was leaning against the headboard, her expression languid yet tinged with coldness. She glanced at the stunned Lin Zhou and said in a flat tone, "Lin Youyou, let go. Your dad just rolled around on the floor; he's filthy."
"No! Daddy smells nice!"
The little dumpling didn't let go; instead, it rubbed its face against Lin Zhou's pajama pants, like a clingy kitten.
Lin Zhou felt dizzy and disoriented.
Is it really happening?
My arch-nemesis and I had a baby?
And this child is already so big, so wouldn't I already be...
A huge sense of absurdity and fear surged into Lin Zhou's heart. He suddenly broke free from Xiao Tuanzi's embrace and stumbled towards the ensuite bathroom in the bedroom like a stray dog whose tail had been stepped on.
"Bang!"
The door was slammed shut and locked from the inside.
Lin Zhou's hands trembled as he leaned against the sink, gasping for breath. He dared not look up, as if some man-eating monster was hiding in the mirror.
It took him several seconds to shakily raise his head.
The person in the mirror wasn't the eighteen-year-old boy with a buzz cut and a face full of collagen, wearing a blue and white school uniform.
Instead, he was a young man with more defined, angular features, but slightly pale due to a long period of lack of exercise. The youthful naiveté between his brows had long since faded, replaced by an unfamiliar maturity, and even... a damnably decadent handsomeness.
"So... he's grown up?"
Lin Zhou touched his face in disbelief. The skin felt real, the fine lines at the corners of his eyes were real, and even the light blue stubble on his chin was incredibly realistic.
boom--!
Something seemed to explode deep within my mind.
Countless previously vague fragments of memory, at this moment, surged into his mind like a flood bursting its banks.
2025...
His name is Lin Zhou, and he is twenty-five years old.
Seven years ago, during the summer vacation when his memories were still fresh, he didn't confess his feelings to Chu Yuwei, the school beauty he had a crush on. Instead, after a baffling drunken incident, he got married to his nemesis, Su Qingge.
In the past seven years, Su Qingge has gone from a newcomer to a top-tier diva in the Chinese music scene, winning awards left and right and becoming worth over 100 million yuan.
And what about Lin Zhou?
After graduating from university, I stayed home to take care of my child. I had no job, no savings, and even lost my social circle. My daily routine consisted of picking up and dropping off the child, cooking (though the food was terrible), and playing video games.
A complete gigolo!
What's worse, they kept their marriage a secret for the sake of Su Qingge's career. It wasn't until yesterday, when paparazzi secretly photographed them taking their child to the hospital, that their relationship was forced to be exposed.
The entire internet was in an uproar.
Everyone is asking: Who is Su Qingge's husband?
When the labels of "unemployed," "high school classmate," and "stay-at-home husband" were revealed, public opinion exploded instantly.
Lin Zhou clutched his head in pain.
"I've actually become the kind of person I hate the most?"
Back then, he was the guy who shouted at the rally that he wanted to become the richest man! But seven years later, he's actually being supported by his wife? And this wife is the same female demon who used to kill him with her eyes?
Just then, the phone on the sink suddenly started vibrating wildly.
buzzing-
The phone danced on the smooth marble countertop, emitting an annoying noise.
Lin Zhou picked it up instinctively and his pupils dilated instantly.
The screen was piled high with unread messages, and the red number on the WeChat icon had long since turned into "99+".
Upon opening it, I found it filled with abusive private messages from various strangers:
"Useless man! Stay away from my Qingge!"
"You piece of trash, you dare to expect a goddess to have your child? Go to hell!"
"You're so brazen about living off a woman! If I were you, I'd jump off a building!"
Interspersed among these insults were several shocking text messages:
[Industrial and Commercial Bank of China] Your credit card ending in 3306 is overdue, with a current outstanding balance of 54000 yuan. Please repay immediately, or you will be sued…
[Jiebei] Your credit limit has been frozen...
[Unknown Number] Mr. Lin, your previous investment has failed. When will you be able to make up for the five million?
Lin Zhou's hand trembled, and his phone almost fell into the pool.
"Debt? Five million?!"
I vaguely remember something like this: the original owner secretly made some kind of investment behind Su Qingge's back, but ended up losing everything and accumulating a huge debt.
It’s over.
It's all over.
He has no money, no skills, is being criticized by the entire internet, and is also in debt.
This isn't time travel, it's like being directly transported to hell mode!
Lin Zhou looked at the dejected man in the mirror, a resolute glint in his eyes.
No!
I can't live like this anymore!
Lin Zhou couldn't stand this life of being a kept man, living off others and being talked about behind his back, for even a day! Besides, he only had Chu Yuwei in his heart, that gentle and tender white moonlight, definitely not that cold and ruthless female demon outside!
divorce!
We must get a divorce!
Although I'm currently drowning in debt, as a time traveler, with the memories of being seven years ahead of me, even doing manual labor, writing novels, or selling pancakes would be better than suffering here!
Once divorced, with my own abilities, how could I not be afraid of paying back that five million?
Thinking of this, Lin Zhou took a deep breath and turned on the tap, splashing his face with water. The icy water cleared his muddled mind considerably.
He grabbed a towel and wiped himself haphazardly, his eyes gradually hardening.
"Yes, let's confront each other! Even if it means leaving with nothing, we're getting a divorce!"
Lin Zhou flung open the bathroom door and strode out.
In the bedroom, the little dumpling named Nuonuo had already been taken out by the nanny.
Su Qingge was sitting in front of the European-style dressing table, holding a lipstick in her hand, but she hadn't applied it yet. Hearing the door open, she glanced at Lin Zhou indifferently through the reflection in the mirror.
That look in his eyes was still the familiar coldness and aloofness.
Lin Zhou's anger flared up instantly.
What are you pretending for? You just made a little money.
He walked a few steps to the dressing table, placed his hands on the table, and looked down at Su Qingge, trying to make his voice sound as firm as possible:
"Su Qingge, we need to talk."
Su Qingge turned around, toying with the expensive lipstick in her hand, and raised an eyebrow slightly: "What are you talking about?"
"Let's talk about the absurdity of the past few years, let's talk about..."
Lin Zhou gritted his teeth, the word "separation" just reaching his lips.
"Snapped!"
A crisp sound.
With a blank expression, Su Qingge took out a thick document from the drawer and slammed it heavily on the table, directly interrupting Lin Zhou's spellcasting animation.
The cover of that document prominently displayed several large characters.
Lin Zhou was stunned for a moment, his imposing manner instantly weakening by half: "What... what is this?"
Su Qingge stood up, her silk nightgown outlining her stunningly beautiful curves. Even without high heels, her aura was still commanding.
She crossed her arms, slightly raised her chin, and parted her red lips to utter a sentence that sent Lin Zhou plummeting into an icy abyss:
"Stop talking nonsense, sign it."