sinovels Chapter 305 Grammy Invitation? Su Qingge is Nominated
Chapter 305 Grammy Invitation? Su Qingge is Nominated
Lin Zhou, clutching a conspicuous gold email, strode briskly into the master bedroom. Old Chen, still visibly excited outside the door, was even secretly wiping away tears.
At this moment, Su Qingge was leaning against the headboard, half-closing a dry handbook about childcare. Although her face was still a little pale due to the early stages of pregnancy, the heroic spirit between her brows was still sharp.
"What's wrong? Judging from your expression, it looks like you've just gone to some country and acquired a few more gold mines." Su Qingge chuckled, casually tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear, her eyes filled with a gentle teasing.
Lin Zhou didn't say anything, but simply handed the email directly to her fingertips in a domineering manner.
The email was made of the finest specialty paper in the world, covered with a delicate, metallic gold leaf that shone with an ostentatious yet extremely elegant luster under the light.
The cover has no fancy decorations, only a striking phonograph logo outlined in relief.
The logo gleamed under the lights of Beijing late at night, proclaiming its identity that could drive any musician in the world crazy—the Grammy.
The moment Su Qingge saw the cover, her breath caught in her throat. She slowly tore open the sealed envelope, her movements as gentle as if afraid of disturbing some ancient spirit. The inside of the email was handwritten in perfect English, the handwriting strong and powerful:
"To the most stunning Ms. Su Qingge: In view of the ultimate artistic appeal you demonstrated in the theme song of the same name, 'Source Code,' which transcends language barriers, the organizing committee officially informs you that you have been successfully nominated for three core awards at the 68th Grammy Awards: Album of the Year, Song of the Year, and Best New Artist."
"The three core items of the year..." Su Qingge murmured to herself, her fingertips trembling slightly from the overwhelming shock.
This is not only the pinnacle of her career, but also an unprecedented and outrageous glory in the history of the Chinese music scene. The song "Original Code" is a masterpiece born from her blending all her despair and hope during that dark period of struggle in Linzhou.
Even though she is currently pregnant and has planned to temporarily retire for the sake of this new life, her talent, like the dazzling starlight, cannot be overshadowed by the trivialities of family life.
"Qingge, this is what you deserve." Lin Zhou sat down on the edge of the bed, casually put his arm around her shoulder, and spoke in a calm yet domineering tone.
Su Qingge hesitated for a moment before putting down the elaborately designed invitation. She lowered her head and gently stroked her still flat belly, which was already carrying a powerful life force. The fervent longing in her eyes was instantly tinged with a conflicted shadow when she touched upon the identity of "mother."
"Lin Zhou, Los Angeles is too far away." Su Qingge's voice trembled slightly, and her peach blossom eyes were full of struggle.
"Long-haul flights, plus the chaos of flashing lights and crowds... I'm worried the little one won't be able to handle it. And, do I really have the energy to keep up with that level of social interaction?"
Lin Zhou keenly sensed his wife's struggle. He knew that Su Qingge desperately craved that trophy; it wasn't just an explanation to her, but a monument to Chinese music that she wanted to vindicate. But her maternal instincts made her stop in her tracks before that ultimate glory.
"Career is important, but this family is more important to me." Su Qingge raised her head, and the gentle maternal look in her eyes stirred a strong feeling in Lin Zhou's heart.
"I don't have to go to the event. Being shortlisted is already a certainty, isn't it?" Although she was smiling, Lin Zhou could see the subtle sadness in her eyes caused by regret.
A thick sense of struggle permeated the air. On one hand, there was the highest honor in the Chinese music scene, an achievement she had fought for half her life, enough to be recorded in history; on the other hand, there was her second child, which she and Lin Zhou cherished after returning from their honeymoon. This clash of cause and effect logic caused by the change in identity plunged this aloof goddess into an unusual dilemma.
Lin Zhou didn't immediately refute her, but simply looked at her quietly. He recalled Su Qingge's stubbornness in the recording studio, struggling until late at night for a perfect pitch, and her radiant presence on the Parisian catwalk, looking down on everyone else. This woman was born to belong in that dazzling center.
To make him protect her and leave her with such a lifelong regret? This is definitely not Lin Zhou's way of spoiling his wife.
"Qingge, do you think I would let you make a choice in this kind of thing?" Lin Zhou suddenly spoke, his voice as deep as an ancient zither soaked in a cold pool.
Su Qingge stared at him, somewhat bewildered: "What do you mean?"
A flash of arrogant and absolutely controlling ruthlessness appeared in Lin Zhou's deep, black-hole-like pupils. He stood up with a dashing air, and the domineering aura he exuded in that instant, befitting the godfather of the Lin family, made the air in the entire bedroom solemn.
"In other people's dictionary, pregnancy and receiving an award may be conflicting. But in my Lin Zhou's case, there is only one rule - if my wife wants it, I will pluck the stars from the sky, wash them clean, and then carefully place them in your hands."
As Lin Zhou spoke, he deftly picked up the invitation from the bedside table and slapped it onto his thigh with an air of authority.
"Los Angeles is far? I have the world's top private medical team, and the plane will be converted into the most luxurious 'flying delivery room'."
"Too many people and too much chaos? I'll have Bloodhound and his men take over half the block of the awards ceremony. Anyone who dares to bump into you, I'll send their entire family to their graves."
"Not enough energy? The system has the gentlest sedatives. Not only will they not harm the fetus, but they will also let this little one experience what it means to be worshipped by the whole world."
Su Qingge stared at him in disbelief. Only Lin Zhou could utter such an absurd, domineering, and completely unreasonable logic of protecting his own so confidently.
"Lin Zhou...you're not going to receive an award, you're going to conquer Los Angeles!" Su Qingge couldn't help but burst out laughing, the heaviness in her heart completely dispelled by his childlike domineering manner.
Lin Zhou raised an eyebrow dismissively, his eyes filled with the confidence that came with his formidable strength.
"Conquering that kind of place only requires a word from me. But what I'd rather see is you holding that phonograph, calmly announcing the arrival of the Chinese music era in front of those Westerners."
"Go! Not only should we go, but we should go in style."
Lin Zhou made the final decision decisively. He looked at Su Qingge with tender yet ardent eyes.
"Qingge, you have your dreams. And my dream is to make all your dreams come true naturally, without any worries."
"You just need to walk up gracefully, and leave all the dirty and tiring work, all the ups and downs, to me, your 'family member'."
Su Qingge looked at him, and tears finally welled up in her eyes. This feeling of being gently enveloped by absolute power made her feel that even if there were mountains of knives and seas of fire ahead, as long as Lin Zhou held her hand, it would just be an ordinary back garden.
"Lin Zhou, thank you." Su Qingge leaned against him, her fingertips touching the golden invitation again.
"What are you thanking me for? I'm your husband, not your shackles."
Lin Zhou suddenly slapped his thigh, a wicked glint in his eyes.
"Old Chen! Get me contacted the world's best bulletproof dress designer! Also, dismantle that best artificial rain system in Los Angeles. I don't want a single drop of rain to get on my wife that day."
While shouting into the walkie-talkie, Lin Zhou lowered his head and gave Su Qingge a domineering kiss on the tip of her nose.
"Go! I have a way to make you sit there comfortably and naturally win awards until your hands are sore."
"Lin Zhou, what exactly do you want to do?"
"Hey, it's a secret. Anyway, you'll be the most carefree queen at this year's Grammys."
Hearing this, Old Chen, who was outside the bedroom, promptly pressed the countdown button.
"The young master is about to unleash his power; all of Hollywood, prepare to tremble."
Su Qingge looked out at the night view of the capital city, clutching the letter in her hand, but her mind was already preparing her acceptance speech.
That ambition, born from absolute confidence, was completely revived at this moment.
"Lin Zhou, I want to wear the reddest cheongsam on that day."
"Sure, as long as you're not afraid those foreigners will be insanely jealous, you can wear whatever you want."
Lin Zhou held her in his arms, his eyes so deep it seemed he was orchestrating the largest-ever "doting husband reality show" on a global scale.
"The Grammys... Ha. It's just a one-month celebration gift for our second child."
"You're hopeless."
"That's right. I'm hopelessly addicted to spoiling you."
Lin Zhou smiled, his gaze fixed on the distant direction of Los Angeles, where countless flashes of light seemed to be waiting for this miracle from the East.
This stop.
It's not just music.
It was also a boastful declaration from the godfather of Chinese-language literature to the world.
"Get ready, I want this year's Grammys to be named after Lin."