bacchusnovels Chapter 181 Punishment Escalates: No Bedtime This Week
Chapter 181 Punishment Escalates: No Bedtime This Week
Lin Zhou held the pink sticky note, feeling cold sweat dripping from his palms.
"Separated for one night?"
"The sofa should reflect on its actions?"
He looked up at the tightly closed solid wood door and it seemed as if a mountain called "Five Finger Mountain" was pressing down on him.
"Honey, stop fooling around."
Lin Zhou took a deep breath and began to implement his plan to break in: Pretend to be stupid.
"It's so late! Staying up late is bad for your skin. Open the door and let me in for a full-body massage. I guarantee you'll get a good night's sleep."
The room inside was deathly silent.
"Ahem, um... honey, my pajamas are still inside. You can't expect me to sleep on the sofa in this bathrobe, can you? What if I accidentally expose myself? This is our family's private property; we can't let it fall into the air!"
There has still been no response.
Lin Zhou gritted his teeth and decided to use Plan B: the self-inflicted injury strategy.
"Honey, actually...actually, I slipped and fell while showering, and my knee hurts a lot now, and it seems to be bleeding. Could you open the door so I can get a Band-Aid?"
This trick should theoretically work every time.
After all, although Su Qingge is fierce in words, she is soft-hearted than anyone else.
However, this time he miscalculated.
Instead of a concerned inquiry from inside the door, a dismissive, mocking chuckle came from within.
"Fell? Perfect."
Su Qingge's languid voice drifted through the door, carrying a hint of schadenfreude that made one's teeth itch.
"The first-aid kit is in the second drawer from the left of the TV cabinet in the living room on the first floor. It has bandages, mercurochrome, and even bandages. Use it as you see fit, don't be shy."
"By the way, if the pain gets really bad, call 120. Don't try to tough it out. Anyway, our house is close to the hospital, and the ambulance will be there in five minutes."
Lin Zhou: "..."
Absolutely.
This woman is determined to assert her husband's authority today!
Even the self-inflicted injury ploy was anticipated?
"Honey, can you really bear to leave me all alone sleeping on that cold sofa?"
Lin Zhou was still unwilling to give up and made a final struggle by pressing his face against the crack in the door.
"What if I have a nightmare and wake up in the middle of the night? What if a thief breaks in? What if…?"
"There's no 'what if'."
Su Qingge's voice turned somewhat cold, clearly indicating that her patience was about to run out.
"Lin Zhou, if you keep talking nonsense, not only will there be no congee with preserved egg and lean pork tomorrow morning, you won't even get to sleep on the sofa. You'll have to go sleep in the garden with the dog."
"Also, you're not allowed to sleep in bed this week. This is the final punishment for deceiving the organization and even making up nonsense like 'the system is a red thread'."
"Good night."
Then came the rustling sound of someone getting into bed, followed by the lights going out.
The corridor was plunged into darkness.
Lin Zhou stood at the door, clutching the sticky note in his hand, feeling a desolate evening breeze carrying fallen leaves past his head.
This week?
A whole week?
This is going to kill him!
"well……"
He let out a long sigh, as if all the bones in his body had been removed, and dragged his heavy steps, looking back every few steps as he went downstairs.
As soon as he stepped into the living room on the first floor, he immediately saw the "place of reflection" that Su Qingge had personally chosen, thanks to the cool moonlight streaming through the window.
It was a set of genuine leather sofas imported from Italy. They were large and luxurious, and it was said that the sofas alone cost more than 300,000 yuan.
But no matter how expensive this thing is, it's still just a sofa!
A thin blanket and a pillow lay alone on top, looking particularly pitiful in the empty living room.
"OK."
"You win."
Lin Zhou muttered to himself as he threw himself onto the sofa.
The genuine leather did feel nice to the touch, but on this late autumn night, the moment it touched his skin, he couldn't help but shiver.
cold.
That's really damn cold.
He quickly wrapped himself tightly in the thin blanket, curling himself up like a shrimp, trying to retain the little warmth he had left.
"Go to sleep then!"
"Back in the day, I could sleep for three days and three nights on a hard seat in an internet cafe just to write code. What's a little hardship like this?"
Lin Zhou closed his eyes and began to forcefully hypnotize himself.
This is a bed.
This is a big, soft bed.
My wife is right next to me.
however.
A minute passed.
Five minutes passed.
Ten minutes have passed.
Lin Zhou suddenly opened his eyes, staring at the huge crystal chandelier on the ceiling, feeling that something was wrong with him all over.
This sofa is soft, but it's too narrow!
Even turning over requires extreme caution, for fear of accidentally rolling onto the floor.
Moreover, this living room is really too big.
As night falls, that sense of emptiness is amplified. The wind howls through the cracks in the window, sounding eerily unsettling.
The most fatal thing is...
cold.
It's really cold.
Even though the underfloor heating was on, in the middle of the night, the chilly air seemed to have a mind of its own, seeping in through the gaps in the blankets.
"Achoo!"
Lin Zhou couldn't help but sneeze, sniffed, and felt something was wrong.
If you really catch a cold from the cold, you'll be at a huge loss.
He turned over, looking in the direction of the second floor, a hint of resentment flashing in his eyes.
"Wife, oh wife, how could you be so heartless?"
"I've already won the title of King of Singers, even if there's no 'big reward,' I should at least get a warm hug, right?"
"Is this all the result you've given me?"
No.
We can't just sit here and wait to die.
I have to find a way to get my half of the bed back!
Lin Zhou stretched a hand out from under the covers and groped for his phone on the coffee table.
The screen lights up, displaying the time: 00:35.
He opened WeChat, found the pinned "My Dear Wife," and his fingers flew across the screen.
[Lin Zhou: Honey, are you asleep?]
Lin Zhou: [Feeling wronged.jpg]
[Lin Zhou: It's so cold here, and there seem to be mosquitoes.]
After sending the message, he stared at the screen, eagerly awaiting a reply.
One minute.
Two minutes.
There was no movement.
"Pretending to be asleep, huh?"
Lin Zhou gritted his teeth and decided to intensify his efforts.
He cleared his throat, pressed the voice button, and spoke in an extremely weak voice, as if he were about to breathe his last:
"Honey... I think I have a fever... My head is spinning... Can I come in and have some hot water...?"
send.
This time, finally, something has happened.
However, it wasn't a WeChat reply.
Instead, a faint electronic notification sound came from the direction of the master bedroom on the second floor, but it was exceptionally clear in the quiet of the night.
"drop--"
That's the sound of the smart home system receiving instructions.
Lin Zhou was overjoyed.
Has my wife softened and is going to open the door for me?
But the next second.
He felt a cold current coming from Siberia.
The central air conditioning vents, which had been blowing air at a moderate temperature, suddenly started spewing out cold air at an alarming rate.
The temperature in the living room dropped sharply at a rate visible to the naked eye.
Lin Zhou: "???"
What the hell!
This is not opening the door!
This means the air conditioner temperature has been lowered by ten degrees!
This is going to freeze me into an ice pop!