Scumbag God, I can see the entry of desire.

Chapter 1323: Son Ye-jin's Gentleness

Sun Yizhen was initially a little shy, her eyelashes trembling slightly, but when she felt the deep affection and urgency in Lin Lang's kiss, the longing hidden in her heart surged forth instantly.

She raised her hand to hug Lin Lang's neck, leaned forward slightly on her tiptoes, and actively responded to Lin Lang's kiss.

Between their lips and teeth, their familiar scents intertwined.

Lin Lang's kiss deepened, yet remained restrained and tender.

He could taste the faint sweetness of lipstick on Son Ye-jin's lips and feel the rapid beating of her heart in her chest, gradually matching his own heartbeat, as if their hearts were embracing tightly at that moment.

Son Ye-jeong's breathing gradually quickened, her cheeks flushed crimson, and her eyes were tightly closed, transforming all her longing, dependence, and love into an unreserved response at this moment.

Her fingertips gently caressed the back of Lin Lang's neck, the loving gesture so tender, as if telling of the longing she had felt these past days.

This kiss was not one of fierce plunder, but rather one of deep, tender affection.

Lin Lang looked at Sun Yizhen's flushed cheeks, her luscious red lips, and her slowly opening, dreamy eyes, and his Adam's apple bobbed.

Sun Yizhen shyly met Lin Lang's burning gaze, and saw in his eyes an overwhelming tenderness and love.

The next second, Lin Lang suddenly bent down, put his arms under Sun Yizhen's knees and back, and steadily lifted her up horizontally.

Sun Yizhen let out a soft moan, instinctively wrapping her arms around Lin Lang's neck, her cheek pressed against his firm chest. She could clearly feel his frantic heartbeat, and her heart was filled with sweetness.

Lin Lang carried the soft and delicate Sun Yizhen in his arms, and walked slowly but steadily toward the large bed by the window.

Lin Lang gently placed Sun Yizhen on the soft bed.

Sun Yizhen lay down smoothly, the mattress slightly sagged, her hair scattered on the white sheets like a blooming flower, her eyes filled with shyness and laughter as she looked up at Lin Lang, who had a mischievous grin on his face.

"Honey, look at you, you're so lecherous. It's like you just got out of prison and haven't been with a woman in ages."

Lin Lang laughed and leaned down to pounce on the charming and beautiful Sun Yizhen, chuckling, "Wife, don't blame me for being impatient, you're just too beautiful and captivating."

Immediately afterwards, Son Ye-jeong's sweet giggles were silenced by Lin Lang's kiss...

The room was filled with the faint scent of Son Ye-jin's perfume, sweet but not cloying, so alluring.

Sunlight filtered through the purple gauze curtains, gently bathing the two embracing figures in a soft, ambiguous glow.

The gauze curtains swayed gently, filtering out the noise of the outside world, leaving only the warmth of two hearts clinging tightly together, and the tender affection of peaceful years.

All the longing and waiting transform into unspoken intimacy at this moment, flowing quietly into a shameless love poem in the gentle light and shadow.

Three hours later.

The room still held a lingering, ambiguous atmosphere.

Lin Lang leaned against the headboard, his back slightly stretched, a half-burnt cigarette between his fingers, the smoke rising and swirling around his nose in a faint white halo.

He didn't inhale deeply, but only occasionally took a light sip. The slightly astringent taste of nicotine mixed with the sweet aroma in the air, exuding a sense of lazy relaxation.

Looking down, he could see Son Ye-jeong nestled in his arms. Her cheeks still had a faint blush, and her long eyelashes hung down quietly like two small fans. Her breathing was even and gentle, and her hair tickled his chest.

Sun Yizhen was almost completely nestled in Lin Lang's arms, one hand resting on his chest, feeling his strong heartbeat, while his other hand was tightly held in her palm.

"Wife, has your longing for me eased?" Lin Lang's voice was slightly hoarse, and the smoke made it sound even deeper.

Sun Yizhen buried her face even deeper into Lin Lang's arms, her voice like that of a well-fed kitten: "With you by my side, I feel much more at ease."

Lin Lang lowered his head and planted a kiss on the top of Sun Yizhen's head. The cigarette ash fell along the edge of the bed, and he casually flicked it into the ashtray next to him.

"Honey, I've finished my cigarette. Let me pamper you one last time, shall we?"

"Stop it, honey. It's already 11:30. If we don't go back to Shanghai soon, we'll miss having lunch with my mother-in-law."

After saying that, Sun Yizhen felt a little shy, and her cheeks turned even redder. She simply snuggled into Lin Lang's neck and smelled the faint tobacco scent on him, but she didn't find it pungent. Instead, she felt at ease.

Lin Lang chuckled softly, his chest trembling slightly, which made Sun Yizhen look up and glare at him: "What are you laughing at?"

"I'm just laughing at how cute you are." Lin Lang made no attempt to hide his affectionate gaze, his eyes full of doting affection.

"Honey, let's get up quickly, so we don't miss the family lunch." Sun Yizhen reached out and playfully poked Lin Lang's chin with her fingertip.

Lin Lang took Sun Yizhen's hand and kissed her fingertips. He still held the cigarette in his other hand, his movements gentle and devoid of any hint of morbidity: "Don't rush, let your husband hold you for a while longer."

He paused, his gaze falling on the corners of Sun Yizhen's eyes, which were still slightly moist, and softened his voice: "Has Xun'er been behaving well lately? Has he been easy to take care of?"

Sun Yizhen raised her head and looked into Lin Lang's eyes. His figure was reflected in her clear eyes, along with the gentleness under the swirling smoke, filled with deep affection.

She chuckled and said, "My son is so well-behaved, he's very obedient."

Lin Lang lowered his head and kissed Sun Yizhen's cheek, then said with a smile, "Our son's personality is just like yours, gentle and well-behaved. I was very naughty when I was little and often got into trouble."

“But honey, our son has a temper too. Sometimes when he gets stubborn, he can be quite a mule.”

"Haha..." Lin Lang laughed out loud.

Sun Yizhen tilted her head slightly, kissed Lin Lang's lips, and smiled sweetly with her eyes narrowed, "Our son admires you very much, and he is so proud when he talks about his father."

Lin Lang smiled and said, "Really?"

Sun Yizhen pouted and said reproachfully, "Yeah, you should spend more time with Xun'er. He really likes playing with you."

Lin Lang's heart felt as if it had been gently struck, leaving him utterly tender.

He tightened his arms, holding Sun Yizhen even closer, and lowered his head to place a deep kiss on her forehead. "Okay, I'll definitely make more time to play with Xun'er from now on."

“I’m not blaming you, it’s just that sometimes our son keeps talking about you.” Sun Yizhen reached out and stroked Lin Lang’s cheek, her fingertips tracing his stubble, feeling its slightly rough texture.

"Yes, I understand." Lin Lang stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray.

With a sly glint in her eyes and barely concealing her excitement, Sun Yizhen said, "Honey, there's something else I want to tell you."

"Oh? What's up?" Lin Lang lowered his head and kissed Sun Yizhen's earlobe.

Sun Yizhen's eyes lit up, and she said proudly, "A few days ago, I hired a violin teacher for my son. I thought he was four years old now and it was time for him to learn a musical instrument. And guess what happened?"

Lin Lang asked in return, "What's wrong?"

Sun Yizhen sat up in bed and said with an exaggerated expression, "Our violin tutor only taught our son how to play the violin once, and hasn't taught him anything else yet, but Xun'er suddenly played Massenet's 'Meditation'!"

"The entire piece is in one key for only 3 minutes, which perfectly captures the restrained sadness in the music and touches the heart. It shocked both me and my violin teacher on the spot!"

Upon hearing this, Lin Lang smiled and said, "My son has awakened the [Violin Master] skill in his bloodline. His violin playing level has reached the pinnacle of the world, and his strength surpasses that of violinists around the world."

"Wow! I see! But honey, I've never seen you play the violin before?"

Lin Lang chuckled self-deprecatingly, "I barely have time to play with my son, let alone have the leisure to play the violin."

"That's right, honey, you spend all your free time picking up girls."

"Hey...you've learned from Mengyao to make fun of me all the time."

Sun Yizhen lay back in Lin Lang's arms and asked curiously, "Husband, why don't you get angry when Mengyao is always jealous and making sarcastic remarks to you? Why don't the other concubines dare to get jealous so easily?"

Lin Lang gently stroked Sun Yizhen's shoulder, replying with a mixture of helplessness and affection: "There's only one reason, and that's because she's spoiled and arrogant. After all, she's my school beauty, my white moonlight, and also my master's daughter!"

Upon hearing this, Sun Yizhen pouted jealously.

She continued, "When I was at the Lin residence, I overheard Mengyao chatting with the other concubines, talking about the sweet nothings you had said to them. It turned out that the sweet nothings you said to Mengyao were the most affectionate."

"Uh... really? You guys are still reconciling accounts together? Does that mean I've given myself away by saying the same sweet nothings to you?"

Son Ye-jeong chuckled and said, "That's right, just like you always say, 'more real than pearls'!"

"What? You are the one I'll spend my whole life with!"

"And the phrase 'You are the woman I love the most' has been said to every one of my concubines."

Lin Lang chuckled awkwardly, "Uh...you guys...you actually reconciled accounts. Looks like I need to update my database of sweet nothings."

Sun Yizhen continued, "Mengyao also told us about your bloody battle against the Yamada group in Japan, and the most affectionate and touching love words you once said to her."

"Oh? What sweet nothings? I've said so many sweet nothings, I've forgotten them all."

Sun Yizhen said with envy, "Mengyao said she thought you died in Japan for her sake, and she cried terribly at the Zhou residence."

"And yet you returned unharmed."

"Seeing Mengyao crying so sadly, you said to her with heartache, 'If one day I really die for you, please don't come near my body, because I no longer have the strength to reach out and wipe away your tears.'"

As she spoke, Sun Yizhen lightly punched Lin Lang's chest with her fist, "Husband, look at how much you truly love Mengyao! Humph, I'm ignoring you now!"

"Haha..." Lin Lang laughed and hugged Sun Yizhen tightly, coaxing, "Don't be jealous, baby. Who told Mengyao and me to have a love that's been through thick and thin!"

Before Lin Lang and Sun Yizhen could continue lingering in bed, they heard little Haoxun standing outside the bedroom door, banging on it with his tiny hands and saying in a hurried, childish voice:

"Dad, Mom, why aren't you coming downstairs yet?"

"Xun'er is getting impatient. Mom, open the door for me. I want to go in and play with Dad."

Upon hearing this, Sun Yizhen couldn't help but laugh out loud and quickly replied, "Okay, Mom will open the door for you right away."

As she spoke, she began to get up and get dressed.

Lin Lang also quickly got up and dressed, afraid that the little guy outside the door would get impatient.

"Dong dong dong..."

Xiao Haoxun, losing patience, continued knocking on the door and said loudly in his childish voice, "Dad, what are you and Mom doing in the room? Open the door for me!"