Scumbag God, I can see the entry of desire.

Chapter 1372: The Value of the White Moonlight is Still Rising

Looking at the shyness and dependence in the eyes of the person in his arms, Lin Lang felt even warmer in his heart. He couldn't help but gently peck the corner of her lips again, his eyes full of doting affection.

"Alright, honey, stop crying. If you don't eat now, the food on the table will get cold."

His voice was tinged with laughter as he gently brushed his fingertips across Zhou Mengyao's slightly reddened eyes, his movements so tender.

Zhou Mengyao sniffed and obediently replied with an "Mmm." When she stepped out of his arms, her eyes were already crinkled with laughter.

She couldn't wait to walk to the dining table and sit down, her eyes sweeping over the steaming dishes on the table.

The prawns and sea cucumbers were glistening with oil, the crystal shrimp were tender and translucent, and the sweet and sour pork ribs were coated in an amber-colored sauce. Every dish was a flavor she had loved since childhood.

Lin Lang sat down right after him. Just as he picked up the serving chopsticks, he saw Zhou Mengyao holding them, eager to try, but then she stopped instinctively, looked up at him, like a child waiting to be fed.

He chuckled, first picking up a piece of tenderly stewed sweet and sour pork ribs, carefully removing the bone, before offering it to Zhou Mengyao's lips: "Try this, see if it tastes like it did when you were a child."

Zhou Mengyao took a small bite, and the sweet and sour sauce melted on her tongue. The familiar taste instantly brought back memories. Her eyes lit up, and she nodded vigorously: "That's the taste! It's just like my dad's cooking back then."

"Eat more if you like." Lin Lang put a few more crystal shrimp on her plate. "This is light, perfect for breakfast."

As she spoke, she picked up a soup spoon and scooped out a small half bowl of scallop and winter melon soup. She blew on it before handing it to Zhou Mengyao, saying, "Drink some soup first to warm your stomach. Don't eat too much meat on an empty stomach."

Zhou Mengyao took the soup bowl with both hands and sipped it slowly. The warm soup slid down her throat, soothing her internal organs.

She looked up at Lin Lang and saw that he hadn't touched his food much, but was busy piling food into her bowl, which was almost piled up like a small mountain. So she picked up a piece of mushroom and greens and put it into his bowl: "You should eat too, don't just put food in my bowl."

"Honey, I've already eaten this morning, so I'll just watch you eat."

Lin Lang smiled and ate the vegetables she picked for him. He then ladled out a spoonful of shrimp and sea cucumber broth for her and mixed it into her rice. "This broth is so delicious with rice. You should try it."

Zhou Mengyao did as instructed, stirred the rice, shoveled a big mouthful of rice into her mouth, and squinted her eyes in satisfaction.

Seeing Zhou Mengyao regain her former radiance and smile again, Lin Lang's mood improved considerably.

Sunlight streamed in through the restaurant's floor-to-ceiling windows, falling on Zhou Mengyao's slightly upturned lips and Lin Lang's focused profile. The aroma of the food mingled with the warm light, making this little haven exceptionally cozy.

"Oh, right," Zhou Mengyao swallowed the food in her mouth and suddenly remembered something.

"Honey, the other day I was sorting through my dad's belongings and found a fragment of a professional book he wrote on antique appraisal. It's only half finished. Could you help him finish the rest and publish my dad's posthumous work?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Lang readily agreed and replied, "Sure, no problem. I'll help Master finish writing and publish his posthumous work. That's no problem."

"Hehe... That's great, honey. You know I know nothing about antique appraisal, so this is something I can only rely on you for."

"Silly wife, no one is perfect, you are already very outstanding."

Zhou Mengyao said, "But husband, you're so capable, it feels like there's nothing you can't do."

Lin Lang said self-deprecatingly, "I can't have children, so no one is perfect."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Mengyao burst out laughing: "Husband, if you could have children on your own, what would you need so many wives and concubines for?"

"Haha... Honey, you're so cute."

Lin Lang gently pinched Zhou Mengyao's nose, and seeing her eating with satisfaction, the smile in his eyes deepened.

The rain outside the window started to fall softly at some point, pattering against the glass and making a soft rustling sound, which only made the room feel warmer.

Zhou Mengyao's longing for her deceased father will not disappear, but love can transform that longing into strength.

Just like Lin Lang's unwavering companionship, it will become her courage to move forward.

As Zhou Mengyao ate her food, she looked up at Lin Lang. Their eyes met, and without saying much, they shared an unspoken understanding.

She knew that no matter how much time passed, no matter what happened, having Lin Lang and their two children by her side was enough.

The rain was still falling, but the Lin family villa was filled with the warmth of love.

After finishing her meal, Zhou Mengyao elegantly wiped her mouth with a tissue and said with a smile:

"Honey, I'm full. If you don't have any work to do today, can you spend the day with me?"

Lin Lang readily replied, "Sure, I've already canceled all my official duties. Today, my main purpose is to spend time with you."

After hearing this, Zhou Mengyao smiled happily and said, "How about you play pool with me for a while?"

"Okay, let's go." As Lin Lang spoke, he activated his time-travel superpower, and with a "whoosh," he transported Zhou Mengyao to the entertainment room on the second floor of the Lin family villa.

The dark green pool table was spotless, and the lights poured down from above, casting clear shadows on the tabletop.

Zhou Mengyao picked up a golf club with a smile, skillfully rubbed the clubhead with chalk, and her eyes showed a hint of excitement: "It's been a long time since I've played. I'm going to have a good competition today."

Lin Lang smiled and picked up another cue, casually stretching his wrist: "Sure, but you can't cheat if you lose."

The right to break the pitch went to Zhou Mengyao. She bent down to aim, her posture standard and neat.

After all, it was Pan Xiaoting who personally taught Zhou Mengyao to play billiards back then. At that time, Mu Xueman, Pan Xiaoting, and Zhou Mengyao played billiards at the Zhou residence every day, so their basic skills were there.

The white ball was released and struck the pile of red balls precisely. The two colored balls rolled towards the pocket, with one of the orange balls landing safely in the pocket.

"A great start!" Zhou Mengyao straightened up, proudly raised her chin at Lin Lang, and a sly glint flashed in her eyes.

Lin Lang raised an eyebrow, feigning surprise: "Not bad, honey, your touch hasn't gotten any worse."

As he spoke, Lin Lang was already planning how to subtly get Zhou Mengyao to score a few more goals and make her happy.

When it was Lin Lang's turn, he seemingly swung his club casually. The white ball grazed the edge of a red ball and stopped just a short distance from the pocket, leaving Zhou Mengyao with an excellent angle to attack.

Zhou Mengyao's eyes lit up. She bent down to aim, and with a crisp sound, the red ball went into the pocket.

"See, see! I told you I have a good feel for it!" Zhou Mengyao raised her eyebrows excitedly, like a child who had received candy.

Lin Lang smiled and praised, "Amazing, amazing! My darling wife is the most amazing."

In the following rounds, Lin Lang always managed to "just right" give Zhou Mengyao opportunities.

Sometimes, seemingly tricky angles become easy the moment he slightly adjusts the position of the cue ball.

Sometimes Zhou Mengyao didn't control her strength well, and the ball was about to slip away from the pocket. Lin Lang would calmly use his mind to gently guide the ball, and it would fall steadily into the pocket.

Zhou Mengyao played better and better, winning several shots in a row, and the smile on her face never stopped.

She bent down to aim at a basketball close to the basket, frowned, and tried different angles several times, but felt it was still not quite right.

"This one's a bit tough..." she muttered to herself, took a deep breath, and suddenly struck the ball.

The white ball collided with the blue ball, but the force was slightly too strong, and the blue ball bounced out of the pocket.

Zhou Mengyao exclaimed "Ouch!" and pouted in annoyance.

Just then, as if pushed by an invisible hand, the basketball suddenly rolled a small circle and fell into the bottom pocket with a "thud".

"Wow! It's in!" Zhou Mengyao jumped up in surprise, turned to look at Lin Lang, her eyes sparkling.

"Honey, look! I told you I could do it! Isn't this accuracy much better than before?"

Lin Lang suppressed a laugh and clapped along: "Amazing! That was an exceptional performance! Looks like you're on fire today!"

His eyes were overflowing with doting affection as he watched Zhou Mengyao's joy at this "little bit of luck," making him even happier than if he had won the game himself.

Zhou Mengyao aimed at the last black eight for a long time, while Lin Lang deliberately let the white ball stop in a slightly awkward position, waiting to see her reaction.

Sure enough, she tried twice but didn't dare to shoot. She turned to Lin Lang and said in a coquettish tone, "Honey, can you help me see how to shoot from this angle?"

Lin Lang walked over, stood behind her, gently held her hand holding the cue stick, and helped her adjust her posture: "Raise your elbow a little, aim at the lower middle edge of the black eight... Yes, just like that."

His breath brushed against her ear, carrying a warm sensation.

Guided by Lin Lang, Zhou Mengyao took her shot, and the white ball steadily struck the black eight. The black eight rolled along the cushion and landed precisely in the pocket.

"We won!" Zhou Mengyao put down her cue, turned around and hugged Lin Lang's neck, her eyes crinkling with laughter. "I told you I was in top form today!"

Lin Lang took the opportunity to put his arm around Zhou Mengyao's waist and kissed her forehead:

"Yes, yes, yes, my darling wife is the best."

He didn't reveal the balls that were "secretly" put into the pocket. As long as she was happy, what did this little "cheating" matter?

The lighting in the recreation room was soft, with billiard balls scattered on the table, and the pattering rain outside the window made the laughter inside sound especially clear.

Zhou Mengyao leaned against Lin Lang's chest, still excitedly reviewing the goals they had just scored, chattering about which goal was the most thrilling and which was the most beautiful.

Lin Lang listened quietly, occasionally offering a few words of agreement, his heart filled with tenderness.

Zhou Mengyao giggled and said, "Honey, shall we play a few more rounds of pool?"

Lin Lang held Zhou Mengyao tightly, unwilling to let go, and pecked her lips with a kiss, his gaze burning as he said:

"Honey, I'm tired. Come with me to the bedroom to sleep."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Mengyao blushed, raised her small hand, poked Lin Lang's chest with her fingertip, and said coquettishly, "I think you're not tired and want to sleep, but you want to sleep with me again."

Lin Lang chuckled softly, inhaling the faint fragrance emanating from Zhou Mengyao's body. He kissed her slender, fair neck while teasing her suggestively:

"You're my wife, I just want to sleep with you, so what? Is that a problem?"

"You're so annoying!" Zhou Mengyao shrank back and snuggled into Lin Lang's arms, acting coquettishly.

Because her appearance is forever frozen at 22 years old, her blushing face still exudes a youthful charm, so shy and adorable.

"Hehe... Wife, your sweet scent always fascinates me. When we were classmates in high school, you had this faint, sweet fragrance."

"Hmph, you scumbag husband, you were already having impure thoughts about me back then, weren't you?"

Lin Lang neither denied nor admitted it, but simply kissed Zhou Mengyao's neck, cheeks, and earlobes haphazardly, deeply infatuated with his school beauty and white moonlight.