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The corridor outside the top-tier VIP ward was deathly silent.

As soon as the old dean finished speaking, the air seemed to be instantly sucked away by some invisible force.

Lin Yan gripped the old dean's shoulders tightly with both hands, as if his entire being had been put on pause. This "musical tyrant," who could precisely control top-level classical variations and was ruthless in the industry, was now uncontrollably trembling violently with all ten fingers.

"You... say it again? What do you mean by 'having a baby'?" Lin Yan's voice was terribly hoarse, revealing a near-distorted sense of astonishment.

The old dean gasped in pain as he was pinched, but he still managed to force out his brightest smile and carefully handed the ultrasound report to Lin Yan.

"Mr. Lin, you're going to be a father! Your blood HCG levels have doubled, which is ideal. And..." The old hospital director pointed to the two blurry, bean-like shadows on the ultrasound report, his tone becoming increasingly excited, "The ultrasound image shows it's dichorionic diamniotic twins, which means fraternal twins! Congratulations, Mr. Lin, congratulations, Chairman Shen, mother and children are safe and sound, and it's a double blessing!"

"Buzz—"

It was as if a bomb had been dropped on Lin Yan's mind. The intense dizziness, mixed with ecstasy, shattered his usual cold and ruthless rationality into dust.

Pregnancy? Twins?!

My mother-in-law's pot of "Ten-Ingredient Tonic Soup," made with century-old ginseng and deer antler, was absolutely divine!

Just as Lin Yan was in a state of extreme excitement and lapse in concentration, a series of irritable footsteps and the thumping sound of a cane hitting the ground suddenly came from the end of the corridor.

"Lin Yan! What are you doing at the hospital? What happened to your wife? Let me tell you, even if the sky falls today, you still have to finish that patriotic song for the Ministry of Education!"

Li Mingchang, a septuagenarian and a leading figure in the Chinese Musicians Association, chased the conscripted editor-in-chief all the way from Beijing to the villa in an attempt to capture him. After failing to catch him, he rushed to the hospital in a panic. The old man was panting heavily, his white hair flying wildly, and he started shouting at the top of his lungs from afar.

Lin Yan suddenly turned around.

In that instant, Li Mingchang saw a near-mad light in Lin Yan's bloodshot eyes. The old man, terrified, quickly held his cane horizontally in front of his chest: "You... what do you want to do? I have high blood pressure, don't do anything rash!"

Lin Yan completely ignored his defense, took a big step forward barefoot, and like a raging Siberian brown bear, pulled Li Mingchang up from the ground and held him tightly in his arms.

Before the old man could react...

*Smack!*

Lin Yan gave Li Mingchang's wrinkled old face a hard smack.

"Old Li! I'm going to be a father! Twins! Did you hear me? I'm having offspring! Twins!"

Lin Yan carried Li Mingchang and spun him around three times in the corridor, making so much noise it almost lifted the ceiling. David and a group of bodyguards in black watched in stunned silence, wanting to laugh but not daring to, their faces turning red with suppressed laughter.

Li Mingchang was so spun around that he saw stars, and his dentures almost flew out. After landing, he covered his face, his finger trembling as he pointed at Lin Yan: "You...you little bastard! You disgusted me! Why did you kiss me if you're my father?!"

But after he finished cursing, the old man suddenly froze, his eyes widening instantly: "Wait! Twins?! Qingqiu is pregnant?"

"Yes! Two shots in one!" Lin Yan jumped up excitedly, leaving the furious old man Li standing there, then turned around and roughly pushed open the ward door, rushing in like a tornado.

Inside the ward, Shen Qingqiu was already hooked up to an IV drip of saline solution, and her complexion had regained its usual rosy glow. She leaned against the bed, watching the man, who wasn't even wearing shoes and had a SpongeBob SquarePants apron tied around his waist, rush in like a fool. Her cool, aloof eyes were filled with helplessness and extreme tenderness.

"Lin Yan..."

Before she could even speak, Lin Yan rushed to the bedside and knelt down on one knee with a thud. He didn't dare to hug her, afraid that his clumsy hands would hurt her, but carefully and almost reverently pressed his face against Shen Qingqiu's flat stomach.

"Wife, you've suffered so much." Lin Yan's voice trembled with a rare sob. He abruptly raised his head, his eyes shining brightly. "From today onwards, you are the Empress Dowager of this household. I am your Grand Steward of the Imperial Kitchen and your bodyguard with a sword at your command—you name it, I'll do it!"

Shen Qingqiu chuckled and reached out to ruffle Lin Yan's messy hair: "Look how scared you are, you even dropped the knife. It's just pregnancy, what's the big deal?"

"How can this be the same! This is our home, the continuation of our lives!"

Lin Yan stood up and paced back and forth in the ward, his overwhelming joy making him feel restless and unable to calm down. He suddenly stopped and pulled his phone out of his pocket.

"No way, I can't hold back anymore. I can't keep this to myself; I want the whole internet to know!"

Lin Yan immediately switched to that Weibo account with a terrifying 80 million active followers that hadn't been updated for half a year.

The copywriting didn't require any planning; fingers were frantically tapping on the screen, accompanied by a blurred ultrasound double image, and it was sent directly.

Simple, brutal, and extremely arrogant:

[I'm going to be a dad! My wife's doing her job, twins! I'm so happy today, I'm offering a 10 million RMB reward online for two absolutely perfect names! Gender doesn't matter. The comment with the most likes and the one I choose will receive the payment immediately from my legal department. Don't talk to me about money, I'm just happy! Attached: Screenshot of my China Merchants Bank black card verification.]

Click to send.

It's 9:45 AM. This is prime time for many office workers to slack off and scroll through Weibo.

The moment this Weibo post was published, the load indicator lights on the three main servers in Sina Weibo's Beijing headquarters server room instantly jumped from a safe green to a glaring blood red!

"Holy crap! Traffic spikes are abnormal! Concurrent requests have exceeded 30 million per second!" The operations director spat out a mouthful of coffee onto the screen, letting out a wail that echoed through the server room. "Quick! Switch to the backup server! What's gotten into that bastard surnamed Lin now?!"

In just ten seconds, the Weibo client went completely white and started spinning the little daisy icon.

The server was completely overwhelmed by this massive influx of traffic and crashed for three minutes.

After the programmers, sweating profusely, restarted the network, the number of comments under Lin Yan's Weibo post had already surpassed one million at an alarming rate that was impossible to see with the naked eye.

The top ten trending topics were instantly flooded with nothing but the word "hot":

#LinYanBecomesAFather# (Breaking News)

#Shen Qingqiu's Twins# (Breaking News)

#Ten Million Yuan Reward for Naming the Character# (Breaking News)

#The heir of the "Don't Want to Go to Work" group is born# (Breaking News)

The entire internet is in an uproar. Netizens, driven by the desire for ten million, have gone into a frenzy of brainstorming, turning the comment section into a massive spectacle of hilarious antics.

"Lin Yan! You beast! Not only did you marry the nation's goddess, but you also shot two of them in one go! God is so unfair! I suggest you name him Lin Mu or Lin Du to express the resentment of all the single dogs on the internet!" — 156 million likes

Lin Yan looked at this message in the hospital room and replied instantly: [Get lost, that's jealousy, that's skill.]

Industry bigwigs also jumped on the bandwagon, eager to ride the wave of popularity and send their blessings.

Xue Zhiqian: [Brother Lin is awesome! I suggest calling him Lin Da Xue or Lin Xiao Xue. It implies he'll be as affectionate as me in the future.]

Lin Yan replied: "I won't trouble you with naming the child, you who only writes sad love songs. I'm afraid the child will lose their hair when they grow up."

Chen Yu, the number one lackey: [Congratulations, boss! Congratulations, boss's wife! I'm going to take the advanced childcare worker certification exam tonight! My names will be Lin Long and Lin Feng—the more common, the more elegant!]

Lin Yan replied: 【David, block this kid for three months.】

Netizen "Qiu Zhi Yan CP Fan Leader": [Daddy Lin! Look at me! The boy's name is Lin Muqiu, and the girl's name is Lin Zhiyan. It means "I admire you in autumn, I understand your words." Give me this money, I'm going to buy a villa!]

A humorous netizen, "Digging to the Bottom," commented: "Since Lin Da Lao Lao wrote 'The Grave Robbers' Chronicles,' he had to pay homage to the classic. The eldest brother is named Lin Wuxie, and the second brother is named Lin Qiling. Just hearing that makes you think these two kids will be digging up people's ancestral graves someday."

Lin Yan sat on the leather sofa beside the hospital bed, looking at these outrageous comments, laughing like a 200-pound idiot.

Shen Qingqiu leaned against the pillows, watching the music tyrant who was usually cold and ruthless to outsiders and would ban the entire internet at the slightest disagreement, now grinning foolishly at his phone. She knew that from this moment on, this man had his softest weakness, and also his most indestructible armor.

"Bang!"

Just then, the ward door was suddenly pushed open with great force.

The elderly couple, Shen Zhenbang and Li Wan, arrived at the hospital in a helicopter urgently dispatched by Lao Liang.

"Oh, my precious daughter!" Li Wan rushed in, tears streaming down her face, and pushed past Lin Yan to the bedside.

Shen Zhenbang, the old-fashioned scholar of traditional Chinese culture who usually maintained a calm and composed demeanor even in the face of adversity, didn't even notice he'd lost a shoe. He tossed his cane aside, rubbed his hands together excitedly, and nodded repeatedly at Lin Yan, exclaiming, "Good lad! Good lad! You truly deserve to be my son-in-law!"

Li Wan wiped away her tears, turned her head, and looked at Lin Yan triumphantly: "I told you! My 'Ten-Ingredient Tonic Soup' with century-old ginseng and deer antler was absolutely effective! You weren't willing to drink it at first, but now you're hooked! Let me tell you, I deserve all the credit!"

For the first time ever, Lin Yan didn't argue back. Instead, he bowed deeply to his mother-in-law in an extremely obsequious manner: "Mom, you're right, you're a great hero. I'll kowtow to you again when we get back!"

A burst of heartwarming laughter erupted in the ward, drawing a dazzling line of warmth in this cold hospital filled with life, aging, sickness, and death.