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The third day after returning to the villa on the hillside from the hospital.

The sky above Xinghai City was cloudless, but inside the president's office on the 66th floor of the "Don't Want to Go to Work" entertainment group, the air pressure was so low it was suffocating.

Old Liang stared intently at the final contract for the 30 billion euro streaming acquisition in his hand, his eyes bloodshot and his expression one of wanting to cry but having no tears.

"President Lin, this is just waiting for Chairman Shen or you to sign it! This is a crucial battle for us to enter the European market!" Old Liang wailed frantically into the speakerphone, his voice as pitiful as a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

Instead of the expected swift and decisive instructions, the phone call was met with the faint hum of a range hood and the crisp "smack" of a knife slapping garlic.

"Sign my ass! Did you ignore the orders I gave you yesterday?" Lin Yan's icy voice slammed through the speakers onto the conference table, making several executives tremble. "From now until Qingqiu finishes her postpartum confinement, the entire group will enter a period of silence. Anyone who dares to bother my wife with a document or a phone call will have David tie them up and throw them into international waters to be fed to sharks!"

"That's... a 30 billion euro deal!" Old Liang swallowed hard, making a last-ditch effort.

"So what! Can 30 billion buy my wife's happiness? If we lose money, it's on me! Get lost, don't delay me from skimming the oil off my chicken soup!"

"Click." The phone was abruptly disconnected.

Old Liang stared at the black screen and slumped completely into his leather chair. He knew that this lazy boss, who already loathed his job, now had a perfect and irrefutable reason to slack off.

The doting husband is officially online.

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Inside the villa on the hillside.

Lin Yan's actions in protecting his wife have reached an outrageously exaggerated level.

Outside the villa, David and his security team restricted all noisy vehicles within a three-kilometer radius. Even the few thrushes that dutifully perched on the branches of trees on the back hill every morning were caught overnight by David's men using specially made silent nets and airdropped to an ecological park ten kilometers away.

Inside the villa, all the sharp edges were covered overnight with top-grade medical-grade sponge. The marble floor was covered with thick, non-slip New Zealand wool carpet, so that there wasn't even the slightest sound when you stepped on it.

In the open kitchen.

Lin Yan wore a pair of gold-rimmed non-prescription glasses that he'd somehow found—in his own words, this was the only way to approach a recipe with the respect one would have for academic pursuits. He was clutching a red pen, leaning over the island counter, frantically highlighting key points from a Michelin three-star pregnancy nutrition cookbook.

On the marble countertop, the ingredients are lined up like a military parade: century-old wild ginseng from Changbai Mountain, premium blood bird's nest, and a fresh French blue lobster that is blowing bubbles.

"Qingqiu has severe morning sickness in the first three months, so she can't eat anything too greasy. The lobster has to be boiled, and the bird's nest has to be stewed with rock sugar to remove the fishy smell. Tsk, the cooking time has to be precise to the second." Lin Yan muttered to himself, looking just like an old professor conducting a top-secret chemistry experiment.

"Ding-dong—" The video doorbell in the living room lit up.

On the monitor screen, Chen Yu, the number one lackey of the Chinese entertainment industry, stood outside the gate with two assistants, struggling to carry a pure gold longevity lock that was half a person tall and a pile of exaggerated tonics, with a big smile on his face.

"Boss! Boss lady! Xiao Yu has come to pay his respects to the two unborn little masters!" Chen Yu shouted into the camera in his hoarse voice.

Lin Yan didn't even lift his eyelids, and pressed the intercom button with his other hand: "David, leave Jin Suo here, and get rid of him along with the tonics. What if his lousy voice scares my daughter?"

Five seconds later, in the surveillance footage, David stood in front of Chen Yu like a wall, expressionless, and efficiently cleared the area by dragging and pulling him along.

Carrying a bowl of light cordyceps and chicken soup, Lin Yan cautiously made her way up to the second floor, as if navigating a minefield.

Sunlight streamed through the glass dome as Shen Qingqiu nestled in a soft rocking chair, a thin blanket draped over her, flipping through a parenting manual. Glancing out of the corner of her eye, she saw Lin Yan enter carrying a tray, and couldn't help but chuckle.

"Lin Yan, you're really exaggerating. The doctor said my health indicators are perfectly fine, and I just need moderate exercise. You're treating me like a panda right now, you won't even let me touch my phone."

"You're a million times more precious than a giant panda right now." Lin Yan pulled up a round stool and sat down, scooped up a spoonful of chicken soup with the surface skimmed clean, blew on it to warm it before handing it over, his tone extremely domineering, "Even if that crappy company really goes bankrupt, I can just build another one. But if you and the child lose even a single hair, I'll blow up the earth tomorrow."

Shen Qingqiu swallowed the chicken soup, her heart filled with sweetness as if honey had melted inside. She knew better than anyone how much this man hated trouble, but now, he was willing to take on all the troublesome and trivial matters for her sake, leaving all his tenderness and patience for this family.

"By the way, honey, I stayed up all night researching prenatal music." Lin Yan put down the empty soup bowl and mysteriously pulled out a Martin guitar from behind his back.

Shen Qingqiu's eyes lit up. As a former ice queen, her innate musical radar instantly activated: "Those classical music pieces on the market? Mozart or Beethoven?"

"Those foreign things are too old-fashioned and not suitable for our Chinese babies." Lin Yan pouted, a hint of pride flashing in his eyes. "I called that old guy William the day before yesterday and asked him to book the Vienna Philharmonic Orchestra and have the entire orchestra on standby."

Shen Qingqiu was startled: "Why are you keeping the world's number one symphony orchestra on standby?"

"I'll record a special Chinese prenatal education anthem for my unborn son and daughter!" Lin Yan declared confidently.

If Maestro William, far away in Europe, heard this, he would probably vomit blood on the spot. He thought the god of music was finally going to compose a symphonic epic that would go down in history, and he was so excited that he couldn't sleep all night. He gathered hundreds of top musicians for rehearsals, but the result... turned out to be recording prenatal nursery rhymes!

Lin Yan sat down in front of Shen Qingqiu, leaned forward halfway, and gently pressed her ear against her still-flat stomach, her movements as tender as if she were handling a rare treasure.

"Son, daughter, listen carefully. This is the first gift your father gave you when you came into this world. This song will teach you what courage and resilience are."

Lin Yan straightened up and gently plucked the guitar strings with his slender fingers.

Instead of using her usual powerful and forceful voice, she deliberately lowered her voice and sang softly in a low voice, as if telling a bedtime fairy tale.

"It's all about courage—the scar on your forehead, your differences, the mistakes you made..."

"There's no need to hide anything—your worn-out doll, your mask, your true self..."

Lacking the original "Lone Warrior's" rousing anger that tears through the darkness, Lin Yan's deconstruction and rearrangement transforms this battle song into an extremely warm lullaby. The guitar strumming is as clean as a clear spring in an empty valley, each note like a gentle caress on a child's tender soul.

Shen Qingqiu leaned back quietly in the recliner, her watery eyes gradually shimmering. As a top musician, her perfect pitch instantly captured the terrifying tension and grand structure hidden beneath the lyrics and melody.

If the original version were to appear now, it would undoubtedly dominate the charts on major music platforms overnight, causing a major earthquake in the Chinese music scene. But now, this man with unfathomable talent treats it merely as a simple children's song, singing it to his entire world in this sun-drenched room.

"I love you walking alone in the dark alleys, I love the way you refuse to kneel..."

"I've faced despair with loving you, yet I refuse to shed a single tear..."

At the climax, Lin Yan deliberately lowered the chords, switching to an almost breathy chant. Shen Qingqiu clearly felt that the two unformed little lives in her womb seemed to have received her father's deep, ocean-like love, and miraculously moved gently.

The song ended.

The afterglow of the setting sun bathed the room in a dazzling layer of shimmering gold.

Lin Yan casually put down his guitar, then pulled out the handwritten sheet music that, if leaked, would surely cause a sensation in the music scene, and placed it under the teacup next to him.

He stood barefoot on the wool carpet, half-squatting down, pressing his cheek close to Shen Qingqiu's lower abdomen again, closing his eyes, unable to suppress the smile on his lips.

Shen Qingqiu stretched out her slender fingers and gently combed through the stray hairs on Lin Yan's forehead.

She once thought that possessing hundreds of billions in wealth and standing at the top of the world was perfection. Only now did she realize that true perfection is this man, who holds immense brilliance, willingly shedding all his armor of ruthlessness for her, wanting only to share three meals a day with her and grow old peacefully together.

This is the ultimate salted fish state that Lin Yan pursues.

This is also Shen Qingqiu's most stable happiness.