Scumbag God, I can see the entry of desire.

Chapter 1375: Reliving Zhou Mengyao's Tenderness

Lin Lang stretched and watched Pan Xiaoting playfully tease Xiao Haocan, a smile unconsciously creeping onto his face.

The little guy was holding Pan Xiaoting's hair that was hanging over her shoulders with his chubby little hands, humming "ee-yah-yah". His soft and cute appearance made Lin Lang feel that the whole world had become a little gentler.

"Can'er, Daddy just changed your diaper!" Pan Xiaoting looked at the adorable little baby in her arms, her eyes filled with smiles.

Lin Lang walked over and gently wrapped his arms around Pan Xiaoting's waist from behind, resting his chin on the top of her head: "Look how cute our son is, he's so adorable."

"Of course, our precious son is so adorable." Pan Xiaoting smiled sweetly with happiness.

Her son's little head rubbed against her chest, his milky breath brushing against her skin, tickling her but warming her heart.

She sat down on the edge of the bed with her son in her arms, picked up the rattle drum next to her and shook it gently. The "dong dong" sound immediately attracted Xiao Haocan. His big, dark eyes stared at the rattle drum, his little hands waved along, and he occasionally let out a giggle.

"Honey, look at our son, he's sure to be a clever little devil when he grows up."

Lin Lang smiled and nodded, then leaned forward and kissed his son on the cheek, making Xiao Haocan laugh again. His clear laughter, like the tinkling of a spring, filled the room.

As they were talking, Xiao Haocan yawned, snuggled his little head into Pan Xiaoting's arms, and his eyes gradually narrowed.

Lin Lang gently touched his son's little feet, his movements as soft as if he were afraid of disturbing a butterfly.

Pan Xiaoting picked up a small teddy bear from beside the bed and teased, "Can'er, isn't the little bear cute?"

When Xiao Haocan saw the teddy bear, his eyes lit up, and he immediately reached out to grab it.

Pan Xiaoting handed the teddy bear to her son, who hugged it tightly and even nibbled on it a couple of times, making Lin Lang laugh.

"Son, this is a plush toy, you can't eat it."

Pan Xiaoting smiled and said, "Little glutton, you want to eat everything you see. Are you hungry?"

As if he understood, Xiao Haocan hummed "ah ah" as if he were being affectionate with his mother.

"You little rascal, it seems you're really hungry again." Pan Xiaoting shook her head helplessly and affectionately, gently stroking her son's little nose with her fingertips.

Lin Lang took the baby bottle from the bottle warmer and handed it to Pan Xiaoting.

She first adjusted her holding position to make it more comfortable for Xiao Haocan to drink milk, and then put the bottle to her son's mouth.

The little one took the nipple into his mouth and drank the milk in big gulps, occasionally letting out a satisfied sigh.

Lin Lang said with a smile, "It seems that Can'er is really hungry."

Pan Xiaoting looked at her son with tender eyes and said with undisguised happiness, "This rascal, he does nothing but sleep and eat all day long, he has no worries at all, he is so well-behaved."

Xiao Haocan was drinking heartily, his little cheeks puffing out like a satisfied little squirrel.

Occasionally, he would stop, look at Pan Xiaoting with his big, dark eyes, then at Lin Lang, and then continue drinking with gulping sounds, looking incredibly cute.

Lin Lang sat beside her, his gaze never leaving his wife and children.

He looked at Pan Xiaoting's gentle profile and watched her feed her son with a bottle. His heart felt filled with something warm and tender.

Happiness can be so simple, so simple that just looking at the smiling faces of my wives and concubines and listening to my son's babbling sounds makes me feel like I have the whole world.

Pan Xiaoting felt Lin Lang's gaze, turned her head and smiled at him, her eyes overflowing with tenderness.

"Honey, why are you staring at me and Can'er?"

"Look at my beautiful wife and son, I can never get enough of them."

Lin Lang reached out and gently brushed a stray strand of hair away from Pan Xiaoting's cheek, his eyes full of doting affection.

Pan Xiaoting's cheeks flushed slightly. She gave Lin Lang a reproachful look, but hugged her son even tighter.

Soon, Xiao Haocan finished drinking most of the milk in the bottle. He released the nipple and let out a small burp.

Then, he buried his head in Pan Xiaoting's arms, smacking his lips, clearly very satisfied with his drink.

Lin Lang reached out and touched his son's soft cheeks, teasing him with a smile, "You little rascal, you're full so quickly?"

Xiao Haocan stared at Lin Lang and made two "ah ah" sounds, as if in response.

Pan Xiaoting patted Xiao Haocan's back to help him burp after he finished drinking milk. The little guy kicked his legs restlessly, swung his little arms in circles, stared with his big, dark eyes wide like copper bells, and hummed "ooh ooh" in his mouth.

"Can'er, are you so happy after you've eaten?" Lin Lang lowered his voice and gently touched his son's soft little earlobe with his fingertip.

The little guy seemed to be tickled, and suddenly shrank his neck. Then he curiously moved his little head closer to his hand, his little nose twitching, as if he was sniffing the familiar scent of his father.

Lin Lang gently poked his son's chubby cheeks with his finger.

The skin was as soft as a marshmallow; if you poked it, a small part would sink in, and it would quickly bounce back.

Xiao Haocan made a "hmm" sound when poked, but didn't make a fuss. Instead, he rubbed his little face against Lin Lang's hand, as if he was being affectionate.

"This little guy is quite clingy." Lin Lang's heart melted, and he carefully placed his fingers into his son's warm little hand.

Xiao Haocan immediately clenched his fist. The force wasn't great, but he gripped it tightly. His little fingers curled into chubby crescent moons, and even his fingernails were pink and tender.

Lin Lang remained in that position, letting his son hold his fingers tightly; his fatherly love overflowed at that moment.

Xiao Haocan gripped Lin Lang's fingers, his eyes gradually narrowing into slits, and he occasionally let out a satisfied sigh. He rubbed his little head against Pan Xiaoting's chest, as if he had found the most comfortable position.

Looking at the affectionate scene between the father and son, Pan Xiaoting smiled happily and said, "Honey, give the little rattle drum to our son to play with for a while. He loves playing with this."

Lin Lang gently pulled his fingers out of his son's grasp, picked up the rattle drum by the bed, and flicked his wrist. The soft "dong dong" sound echoed in the quiet room.

Xiao Hao's eyes lit up suddenly. His previously waving little hands suddenly stopped, and his gaze was fixed on the shaking drumhead. After a few seconds, he suddenly grinned and let out a series of indistinct laughs.

"Do you like it? Do you want it, son?" Lin Lang became interested and brought the rattle closer, deliberately slowing down the shaking speed.

The little guy's eyes followed the movement of the drumhead, and his little head bobbed along with it, like a chick pecking at rice, which made Lin Lang chuckle softly.

Xiao Haocan kicked his little arms and legs even more enthusiastically, looking excitedly at the rattle drum that Lin Lang was shaking in his hand.

Lin Lang handed the rattle drum to his son, Xiao Haocan, who grabbed it and shook it haphazardly, his little mouth opening into a round "O" shape, making soft "gurgling" sounds from his throat.

"Honey, look at our son's adorable little face. He'll definitely be a little rascal when he grows up."

Pan Xiaoting watched Lin Lang interact with her son, her eyes beaming with an irrepressible smile.

"It's good for boys to be a little mischievous; they're smart and energetic." Lin Lang held his son's little hand and shook it gently, his tone incredibly tender.

As if in response, Xiao Haocan started humming "ee-yah-yah" again, kicking his little hands and feet even more enthusiastically.

Just then, a female nanny knocked on the door and came in: "Aunt Pan, lunch is ready. Please come downstairs to eat, Master and Aunt Pan."

Pan Xiaoting replied, "Okay, then you can comfort Can'er for a while. He just finished drinking milk, so he shouldn't lie flat, or he might choke on the milk."

"Understood, Aunt Pan." The nanny carefully took Xiao Haocan from Pan Xiaoting's hands.

Just as Lin Lang and Pan Xiaoting were about to leave the room, little Hao Can, who was being held in the nanny's arms, immediately started crying with a pitiful expression.

Pan Xiaoting could only say helplessly yet affectionately, "You little rascal, you can't stand not seeing your mother for a while, can you? Then you can come to the restaurant with your mother."

Helpless, the nanny had no choice but to carry Xiao Haocan downstairs with Lin Lang and Pan Xiaoting.

As long as his mother is still in sight, Haocan will not cry.

"Ding! Friendly reminder to the host: Zhou Mengyao is still waiting for you in the bedroom."

So, Lin Lang quietly snapped his fingers, summoning an invisible clone. He secretly switched between his main body and the clone, and the clone Lin Lang went downstairs to have lunch with his concubine and children.

Lin Lang, the main body, quietly arrived at the door of Zhou Mengyao's bedroom, deactivated his invisibility, and gently knocked on the door.

As soon as Lin Lang pushed open the door, a slender figure, carrying a sweet fragrance, rushed into his arms.

Zhou Mengyao wrapped her arms tightly around Lin Lang's waist, rubbed her cheek against his chest, and spoke with a hint of coquettishness and teasing:

"Honey, you've finally come! Our life has been like a secret affair, we have to sneak around to see each other."

Lin Lang hugged Zhou Mengyao back, a gentle smile in his eyes: "It's my fault, it's my fault, it's all my fault for having too many concubines, making my darling suffer."

He looked down at Zhou Mengyao. Sunlight streamed through the window and fell on her slightly lowered eyelashes, casting a small, light shadow that made her eyes appear even more moist and captivating.

Zhou Mengyao looked up at Lin Lang, pouting slightly, her tone a mix of complaint and joy: "You can't make me wait this long. I thought you'd forgotten about me here."

"How could that be?" Lin Lang pecked Zhou Mengyao's lips and coaxed, "I just played with Can'er for a while. The little one is very clingy and can't be separated from me for a moment."

He paused, leaned close to Zhou Mengyao's ear, and said in a low, gentle voice, "But no matter how busy I am, I still have to come and see my beautiful deskmate who keeps me company."

A warm breath brushed against her ear, and Zhou Mengyao's cheeks flushed slightly. She nestled in Lin Lang's arms and said coquettishly, "Hmph, you just know how to coax me."

Looking at the charming and beautiful Zhou Mengyao, Lin Lang's heart softened, and he lowered his head to gently cup her face.

His kiss first landed on her smooth forehead, filled with tenderness and affection, as if to soothe all her waiting and grievances.

Zhou Mengyao closed her watery eyes slightly, her long eyelashes trembling gently, and her breathing slowed down a beat.

Lin Lang's kiss slowly moved down, brushing past Zhou Mengyao's pert nose, and finally resting on her soft lips.

This kiss was different from the previous fleeting one; it was tender and affectionate, as if it wanted to blend all the longing of these past days into it.

Zhou Mengyao was initially a little shy, but gradually she relaxed, wrapped her arms tighter, and responded to Lin Lang's kiss with affection.

A sweet scent seemed to fill the air, and time seemed to slow down at that moment.

Lin Lang felt the response from the beauty in his arms, and his kiss became even more tender, filled with deep affection and an indescribable lingering tenderness.

After a long while, their lips parted, their foreheads touched, and their breaths were warm.

Zhou Mengyao's cheeks were as red as ripe apples, and her eyes were watery and somewhat dreamy.

Looking at Zhou Mengyao's shy yet adorable appearance, Lin Lang felt a surge of love in his heart and whispered in her ear, "My dear wife, I'll make it up to you."

Zhou Mengyao's eyes sparkled with a hint of shyness as she softly hummed in agreement, her voice barely audible.

Seeing this, Lin Lang's love for her intensified, and he lowered his head to kiss her again.

This kiss was filled with an irrepressible passion, as if they wanted to melt each other into this deep affection.

His hand gently cradled the back of Zhou Mengyao's neck, deepening the kiss.

Zhou Mengyao's breathing gradually quickened. She stood on tiptoe in response, her arms tightly wrapped around his neck, as if afraid that Lin Lang would disappear if she let go.

During their passionate kiss, the temperature in the air seemed to rise.

Everything around us seemed to become a blurred background, leaving only our warm breaths and strong heartbeats.

Lin Lang gently embraced Zhou Mengyao along her waistline, his feet unconsciously moving a few steps closer to the bed, where the soft mattress lay behind him.

With a slight exertion, Zhou Mengyao's body fell backward along with his force, and he leaned over as well, and the two of them fell onto the bed together.

The soft bedding caught them.

His kisses continued, only slowing down, filled with tenderness and affection...