MGASC -Chapter 140 Lin Tianyue, You’re So Handsome

She really wanted to look too.

After Lin Tianyue changed into his new pants, put on a shirt, and then his trench coat, he went from one extreme to the other.

Without clothes, his raw, unrestrained hormones were intoxicating—making one’s legs go weak, unsure whether to look up or down.

But once dressed, he exuded an entirely different aura: dignified, elegant, and strikingly handsome.

The clothes suited him perfectly. Gone was the rough, unpolished appearance he usually had. He now looked like a confident, proud young gentleman, with sharp, resolute features and undeniable charm.

Lin Tianyue checked himself in the mirror. “How’s this? Okay?”

Zhang Qiao stared, pink bubbles seemingly floating in her eyes. “Lin Tianyue, you’re so handsome!”

It was a heartfelt compliment, but it made Lin Tianyue’s cheeks flush and his heart race.

His wife praised him! She genuinely thought he was amazing!

He spun around and opened his arms to hold Zhang Qiao tightly.

“Wife, thank you.” He kissed her hair, his voice trembling with excitement.

Thanking her for making him feel cared for and cherished. To be loved and looked after by someone—what a beautiful, warm feeling.

Lin Tianyue couldn’t help but cup her face and give her a deep, passionate kiss.

It was intense and urgent, carrying the unmistakable possessiveness of a man.

The kiss made her tongue tingle, and only after a moment did he release her, holding her close again.

No matter who she was or why she had changed so much, he didn’t want to question it. There was only one certainty: he would never let her go.

Later, under Zhang Qiao’s direction, Lin Tianyue tried on a suit and another shirt. Just as Zhang Qiao thought, he was like a walking clothes hanger.

Everything he wore looked amazing and stylish. The clothes weren’t even high-end, yet he could make average pieces look extraordinary. Perfectly slim in clothes, and muscular without them.

Zhang Qiao looked on in a daze, her eyes sparkling with little stars.

“Wow, it’s a good thing I snagged him before he got rich. If he makes money later, he’ll drive countless girls crazy.”

With his looks alone, he could be the top attraction at any club catering to wealthy women.

Zhang Qiao, being a woman, understood other women. Most preferred traditional handsome men like him—manly, strong features—rather than the androgynous, delicate types popular nowadays.

That night, Lin Tianyue held Zhang Qiao close as they slept. By the middle of the night, she was hot, feeling like she was embraced by a furnace.

After she complained a few times, he shifted slightly to the edge of the bed, only to pull her close again shortly after.

September 1st: the elementary school semester began.

On the first day, Zhang Qiao and Lin Tianyue woke early. After washing up, they dressed the three little ones in new clothes. The day before, Zhang Qiao had trimmed their hair, so they all looked sharp and energetic.

She also gave Lin Tianyue a haircut—his hair had grown a bit long—so she buzzed it into a neat crew cut. Paired with his perfect jawline, it made him look sharp and commanding, even more imposing in a suit.

So imposing that the three kids froze like mice seeing a cat as soon as they saw their father.

But as long as they didn’t make mistakes, Lin Tianyue wouldn’t get angry at them. Occasionally showing authority was enough to keep them alert.

For breakfast, Zhang Qiao cooked porridge for the kids, while Lin Tianyue bought youtiao (fried dough sticks) from the street. Each child got a stick and two eggs—perfectly “100 points.”

“First day of school, lucky start. Every exam will be 100!”

Lin Tianyue carefully arranged the youtiao and eggs. The kids exchanged nervous glances, feeling the pressure.

“Dad, is 99 okay sometimes?” Lin Jin whispered.

Lin Tianyue glared, and Lin Jin quickly corrected himself: “Okay, okay, 100, 100. Watch me crush them!”

He even rolled the peeled egg inside the youtiao.

They learned the term “roll” from Zhang Qiao. They didn’t fully understand it yet, only that it meant working extra hard to outperform classmates.

“Just study well. Who are you rolling over?” Lin Tianyue asked.

“Dad, it’s not the roll you mean…”

“Which roll?”

“Never mind, can’t explain it to you!”

After a full breakfast, the family headed to school. Zhang Qiao and Lin Tianyue accompanied the kids to the school gate. Surprisingly, the three ran straight to the playground without looking back.

“Tch, such ungrateful little ones,” Lin Tianyue muttered.

Zhang Qiao knew he was just reluctant to part with them. She teased him gently: “They’re growing up.”

“Yeah, they’re growing up. Our baby isn’t born yet. Qiao Qiao, aren’t you going for a prenatal check today?”

“Yes.”

“I’ll go with you.”

Zhang Qiao was slightly surprised. “O…okay.”

In this era, few men cared about pregnancy, let alone accompanying their wives to checkups. Many women might never even get examined.

This was her first prenatal check since transmigrating, which she went to alone. Lin Tianyue volunteering to accompany her was unexpected.

The hospital was nearby. Lin Tianyue let her rest in a chair while he handled paperwork and forms.

When it was her turn, the doctor asked her to lie down and first checked her heartbeat, then pressed firmly on her abdomen.

Zhang Qiao flinched. Lin Tianyue’s face immediately turned tense. “Be gentle!”

The doctor was an older practitioner, rough in speech and action. Zhang Qiao felt some pain, and when she didn’t respond well, Lin Tianyue pulled the doctor away angrily.

“Do you even know how to check? If not, get someone else!”

“Why fuss over it? Being pregnant isn’t that delicate.”

“Abusing a pregnant woman and thinking it’s okay?”

Lin Tianyue regretted coming to the county hospital instead of a city hospital.

As they were about to argue, a young doctor who had previously examined Zhang Qiao happened to pass by and inquired kindly.

The older doctor, wearing glasses, walked away, grumbling: “It’s just a checkup. Why treat it like she’s carrying the crown prince? Do it yourself if you want. I’m done!”

The young doctor shrugged and continued the examination.

After the earlier rough pressing, Zhang Qiao’s eyes were teary. She couldn’t help but recoil when anyone touched her abdomen.

“Don’t be afraid. I won’t press as hard as she did,” the young doctor said gently, rhythmically palpating her belly while glancing at Lin Tianyue.

Why is he standing so close? He’s handsome, but his stare is terrifying—like he might eat me.

“Don’t be mad. That Dr. Liu was just experienced but rough. How many months along are you?”