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In November, the cold wind swept through Xinghai City, carrying withered yellow leaves, across the asphalt road leading to the villas on the hillside.

Lin Yan, wearing a black apron, was skillfully cutting a grouper in the open kitchen.

These days are comfortable.

There were no schedule announcements, no need to listen to Lao Liang read PPTs, and he even passed on the company's hot potato to his wife.

His current main task is to decide whether to steam or braise for dinner.

The combination lock on the main door beeped.

Lin Yan didn't even look up, assuming Shen Qingqiu had left work early: "Wife, the fish is freshly cooked, go wash your hands and get ready to eat."

Before she could finish speaking, a strong female voice came from the entryway: "Eat, eat, eat! All you ever do is eat! Qingqiu is busy as a bee at the company every day, but you, in your twenties, are already living the life of a retired old man?"

Lin Yan's hand holding the knife suddenly trembled.

Oh no, my mother-in-law is here.

Li Wan rushed into the living room carrying two huge thermos buckets.

Behind her followed Professor Shen Zhenbang, who looked utterly helpless, carrying several boxes of top-quality fresh deer antler and sea cucumber.

"Mom, Dad, why did you two suddenly come over?" Lin Yan quickly put down the knife, grabbed a tissue to wipe his hands, and put on a standard ingratiating smile.

Li Wan placed the thermos heavily on the marble island and twisted the lid.

With a "buzz," a strong, almost pungent smell of Chinese medicine mixed with the aroma of meat instantly filled the entire first floor of the villa.

Lin Yan subconsciously took half a step back, her eyelids twitching wildly.

This flavor is too strong.

"What do you mean by 'suddenly coming over'?" Li Wan glared at him.

"You two have been married for over half a year now. Qingqiu is almost thirty, and you're in your twenties. All you do at home is walk the dog or play video games; you don't do anything productive!"

Lin Yan feigned ignorance: "Serious business? I was just stewing fish for your daughter to nourish her body."

"Don't try to fool me!" Li Wan pointed at the insulated bucket.

"This is a special tonic soup I had prepared at the request of an experienced traditional Chinese medicine doctor at Tongrentang! It contains top-quality seahorse, deer antler velvet, cynomorium songaricum, goji berries, and a century-old ginseng! It was simmered for a full six hours!"

Lin Yan gasped.

Good guy.

This isn't soup, this is a biological weapon!

After drinking this bucket, even if I don't sleep with my wife tonight, I'll probably want to rub against every telephone pole I see when I go out.

Shen Zhenbang coughed twice, looking a little embarrassed, and pretended to look at the paintings on the wall to cover up his awkwardness.

"Well... Xiaolin, your mother meant well. The country has relaxed its policies now, and with your physical and financial conditions, you should contribute to society, shouldn't you?"

"No, Dad, Mom..." Lin Yan's scalp tingled. "This matter should be left to nature. Besides, Qingqiu just took over the group and is busy stabilizing morale. How could she have time to have children?"

"There's always time if you squeeze it in!" Li Wan said without backing down, taking out a large bowl and scooping it full, pushing it in front of Lin Yan. The dark broth glistened suspiciously with oil. "Drink! Drink it all up in front of me today! From today onwards, I'll cook this for you every day!"

Come every day?!

Lin Yan felt like the sky had fallen.

He, the music tyrant who dominates the North American Billboard charts, fears nothing but the physical prodding and nagging of the older generation.

Just then, the villa gate opened again.

Shen Qingqiu walked in wearing a sharp silver-gray women's suit and high heels.

"Mom? Dad? What brings you here?" Shen Qingqiu asked as she changed her shoes and took off her coat, hanging it on the coat rack.

Her nose twitched slightly as she caught the strong medicinal smell in the air. Her gaze naturally fell on the large bowl with its eerie oily sheen. She subconsciously took a half step back in her high heels, her alertness heightened.

Lin Yan seemed to see a savior and pulled Shen Qingqiu over, saying, "Wife, Mom specially made this nourishing soup for you. Quick, drink it while it's hot, don't let the old lady's good intentions go to waste."

Shen Qingqiu glared at Lin Yan fiercely, his eyes seeming to say, "You're going to die."

Li Wan grabbed Lin Yan and pulled him back, shoving the bowl into his hands: "Don't give me that! This is for men! Qingqiu's is a different pot of black chicken, red dates, and donkey-hide gelatin soup!"

Shen Qingqiu's pretty face instantly flushed crimson. Although she was usually aloof and proud, she couldn't resist her own mother's direct and cannon-like pressure to have a child.

"Mom...we really haven't considered having children yet." Shen Qingqiu walked over and took Li Wan's arm, trying to change the subject, "The group just took over, and there's a ton of business to sort out..."

"Excuses!" Li Wan bluntly refuted. "Does the group employ so many executives with million-dollar salaries just to eat? Besides, does being pregnant mean you can't look at financial statements?"

She turned and stared intently at Lin Yan, issuing her ultimatum: "Lin, I'm telling you this. If you're bored, go write a few nursery rhymes for Qingqiu's prenatal education. You have to finish this soup today; I've already bought the ingredients for tomorrow!"

Lin Yan held the large bowl, on the verge of tears.

What kind of nonsense is this?

He, a Grammy Grand Slam winner, is now being forced by his mother-in-law to drink deer antler soup and write prenatal nursery rhymes?

To avoid upsetting the old lady, Lin Yan had no choice but to pinch his nose and gulp down the bowl of potent tonic soup that seemed to radiate immense power.

The moment he finished drinking, Lin Yan felt a surge of heat rush from his lower abdomen to the top of his head. Even in the dead of winter, sweat began to break out on his back.

Looking at the empty bowl, Li Wan packed her things with satisfaction and prepared to leave.

Before leaving, she turned back and added, "Please put some effort into the nursery rhymes. Don't go for those lovey-dovey ones; make sure they're positive and uplifting, so my grandson can grow up healthy and strong!"

"Okay, okay, it'll definitely have a powerful presence." Lin Yan said dismissively as he saw the two elders out the door.

As soon as the door closed, Lin Yan turned around abruptly and stared intently at Shen Qingqiu.

Thanks to the effects of the tonic soup, a dangerous red line had appeared in his eyes.

Shen Qingqiu felt uneasy under his aggressive gaze, and instinctively took a step back, arms crossed: "You... what do you want to do?"

"What do I want to do?" Lin Yan ripped off his apron, took a few steps forward, and directly picked up the female CEO, whose net worth was 700 billion, around the waist.

"Your mom forced me to drink deer antler velvet, seahorse, and century-old ginseng. What do you think I'm trying to do?"

"Hey! Lin Yan, are you crazy? We're still in the living room! Put me down, Oscar's still watching!"

Shen Qingqiu exclaimed in surprise, kicking her legs wildly, her usual aloof and unapproachable demeanor instantly crumbling.

In the corner, Oscar, a six-month-old Samoyed, tilted his head and watched as his male owner carried his female owner up to the second-floor bedroom. He barked once and then lowered his head to continue gnawing on the big bone in his bowl.

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The next morning.

Lin Yan, sporting dark circles under her eyes, sat listlessly on a rattan chair on the second-floor terrace.

I tossed and turned most of the night last night. The burning desire has subsided, but my back is really sore.

No, we have to find a way to fool Ms. Li Wan. If she keeps coming to make up for it every day, she'll eventually die in this hillside villa.

Isn't it just nursery rhymes?

Lin Yan picked up the now-cold black coffee and took a sip.

Nursery rhymes.

Positive energy, imposing presence, no romantic entanglements, and the ability to fool the families of university professors.

The treasure trove of Earth's entertainment culture in my mind quickly began to churn.

Looking for those songs like "Under the Bridge in Front of the Door" or "Two Tigers"? No, that's too obviously perfunctory. My mother-in-law doesn't have such low tastes; if I can't fool her, she'll have to come back and bring me soup later.

We need a really powerful one, the kind that can make someone a legend overnight.

Lin Yan took out his phone and opened the notes app.

Since the old lady requires that "her grandson grows up strong and healthy" and "has a commanding presence," let's just do it all at once.

His fingers tapped rapidly on the screen, and a string of lyrics appeared:

"They are all brave."

"The wound on your forehead, your differences, the mistakes you made."

Lin Yan's lips curled into a wicked smile.

In its previous life, this song was hailed across the internet as the "nationally unified secret code for elementary school students," and its popularity was so terrifying that even the original singer was baffled.

If I'm going to write something, I'll write a bombshell. I'll brainwash all the elementary school students in China, and then let's see if my mother-in-law can still find fault with it.

It took ten minutes to compose both the lyrics and the music.

Lin Yan dialed the phone number of the person in charge of the "Don't Want to Go to Work Group" recording studio.

"Old Zhao, clear out the 20th floor studio for me. I'll go over there later to record a demo. Yes, just me, no need for a backing band, I'll do the electronic synthesizer myself."

After hanging up the phone, Lin Yan got up, took a shower, changed into casual clothes, and went out.

Today, he is prepared to give the world of children's songs a little shock.