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

Chapter 93 Nuonuo: Daddy, why does Mommy walk with a limp?

The cockroach that caused the "bathroom horror" eventually met its glorious end under Lin Zhou's slippers.

Although the crisis was averted, the romantic atmosphere that had been painstakingly built up vanished completely with that "smack".

The two of them, like elementary school students caught doing something wrong, slunk back to their rooms, feeling awkward even looking at each other.

That night, in the master bedroom of Cloud Top Manor, he was unusually sleepless.

……

The next morning.

Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows onto the long dining table, where the exquisitely presented breakfast exuded an enticing aroma.

Lin Zhou sat in the main seat, drinking a bowl of seafood porridge. He looked to be in good spirits, but his eyes kept glancing towards the stairwell, as if he were a little guilty.

"Madam is coming down."

Aunt Wang, the nanny, came out of the kitchen with a bowl of hot milk and greeted us with a smile.

On the stairs, Su Qingge was holding onto the handrail and slowly moving down the stairs.

Today she wore a white turtleneck sweater and loose wide-leg pants, covering herself up completely.

But that walking posture...

It looks awkward no matter how you look at it.

He dared not put weight on his right foot, pausing with each step, his hip slightly tilted to one side, as if trying to hide something, yet only making it more obvious.

"hiss……"

A sharp, throbbing pain shot through my ankle.

Su Qingge bit her lower lip, cursing Lin Zhou a hundred times in her heart.

It's all that bastard's fault!

If he hadn't been flirting with her in the bathroom last night, would she have panicked and run away so recklessly? If she hadn't been trying to escape him, would she have slipped and fallen in that bathtub full of foam?

That fall was solid; although there were no broken bones, I did twist a muscle.

The key is……

The location was so awkward; she even had a bruise on her inner thigh, which made her afraid to take big steps when walking.

Good morning, Mom!

When Nuonuo, sitting in her high chair, saw her mother, she immediately waved her little spoon happily.

Su Qingge took a deep breath, tried to adjust her facial expression, and forced a gentle smile:

Good morning, baby.

She forced herself to walk as naturally as possible and moved to sit down at the dining table.

They had barely sat down, and hadn't even had time to pick up their chopsticks yet.

Nuonuo, who was drinking milk across from her, suddenly put down her cup.

The little guy tilted his head, his big, clear eyes filled with confusion, staring intently at Su Qingge's legs.

"Mother."

She spoke in a soft, childlike voice, her words ringing out clearly in the quiet restaurant:

"What happened to your leg?"

"Pfft—cough cough cough!"

Lin Zhou, who was drinking porridge, choked and coughed violently, his face turning a deep liver color.

Su Qingge's hand holding the chopsticks trembled, and she almost dropped the steamed bun she had just picked up onto the table.

She turned her head stiffly, looking at her daughter's innocent face, and two blushes instantly rose to her cheeks:

"No...it's nothing."

"That's not right."

Nuonuo stretched out her chubby little fingers and, imitating how Su Qingge had walked, gestured with both hands in the air:

"Mom was walking with a limp just now, like a little duck!"

"Did you fall?"

Tong Yan Wuji.

At this moment, those four words were simply the most lethal weapon.

Lin Zhou coughed while stealing glances at Su Qingge, feeling incredibly uneasy.

Last night's scene, though it didn't lead to anything, was certainly intense. There was water splashing and wrestling; if others knew, they'd probably imagine some kind of R-rated drama.

really.

Aunt Wang, who was standing nearby serving the staff, suddenly had a meaningful smile on her originally kind face when she heard this.

That was the unique, inclusive, and understanding smile of someone who had been through it all—an auntie's smile.

"Oh my, young lady, you're quite the joker."

As Aunt Wang poured hot milk for Su Qingge, she said in a tone that said, "I know what I mean."

"The husband and wife are very much in love. Young people, you know, sometimes they can be a little reckless."

As she spoke, she deliberately pushed the plate of highly nutritious "chive dumplings" towards Lin Zhou:

"Sir, eat more to replenish your strength."

boom--!

Su Qingge felt like she was about to burst into flames.

Aunt Wang's eyes! Her tone!

There's clearly been a misunderstanding!

Honestly, they were really just killing cockroaches last night! Although there were some near-misses beforehand, nothing really happened in the end!

"Aunt Wang, it's not what you think..."

Su Qingge tried to explain, but swallowed the words back.

How do you explain this?

They said we tripped and fell in the bathroom while trying to avoid a cockroach?

Wouldn't that be more like a cover-up?

The more you try to explain, the worse it gets!

She was filled with shame and anger, and could only vent all her rage on the culprit.

Under the table.

Su Qingge suddenly raised her perfectly intact left foot and landed squarely on Lin Zhou's instep.

Grind it hard!

"Hmm!"

Lin Zhou was in so much pain that his eyes almost popped out, and he nearly spat the porridge in his mouth onto Nuonuo's face opposite him.

He looked up and met Su Qingge's fiery eyes.

That look clearly said: You've made a mess of this, so you'd better cover it up!

"Dad, what's wrong?"

Nuonuo looked at her father's contorted expression and became even more curious, "Does your leg hurt too?"

"No...no."

Lin Zhou endured the excruciating pain in his instep, swallowed the porridge in his mouth, and forced a smile that looked more like a grimace.

He looked at his daughter's eager eyes, then at Aunt Wang beside him who had a knowing look on her face, and then at his wife across the table who was about to explode.

My brain is working at lightning speed.

If I told the truth, no one would believe me.

If this is nonsense, it could easily corrupt children.

What should I do?

Suddenly, an idea struck him.

"Ahem, well... Nuonuo, actually it's like this."

Lin Zhou put down his bowl, straightened his back, and began to make up a story with a serious expression:

"Mom didn't fall or get injured last night."

"Why is that?" Nuonuo blinked.

"Because Mom did this last night..."

Lin Zhou paused, his gaze sweeping over Su Qingge's tense face, a mischievous smile playing on his lips:

"Because Mom practiced her exercises too late last night to stay in shape!"

"Practicing martial arts?"

"Yes! Practice yoga!"

Lin Zhou spoke with great seriousness, even demonstrating a difficult stretching exercise:

"It's that move where you bend your legs above your head! It's incredibly difficult! Incredibly tiring!"

"That's why Mom's legs are sore today, and that's why she walks like a little duck."

"This is called... experiencing pain and pleasure simultaneously!"