PDLP Chapter 1376: The Perfect Ending for Zhou Mengyao, the Second Female Lead
Chapter 1376: The Perfect Ending for Zhou Mengyao, the Second Female Lead
The afternoon sun shone through the sheer curtains, casting a warm glow on the bedding.
The faint scent of Zhou Mengyao's perfume lingered in the air, mingling with Lin Lang's crisp fragrance, creating a languid and tender atmosphere.
Zhou Mengyao lay on her side, half of her body nestled in Lin Lang's arms. Her long hair was scattered messily on the pillow, her cheeks were flushed with a healthy pink, and her eyes still had a hint of moisture.
She shifted slightly, finding a more comfortable position. Her nose brushed against Lin Lang's chest, feeling his steady and strong heartbeat. Her heart felt as if it had been soaked in warm water, filled with a reassuring warmth.
Lin Lang rested one hand behind his head and gently placed the other on Zhou Mengyao's waist, his fingertips occasionally caressing her delicate skin, his movements natural yet full of affection.
Zhou Mengyao looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with a languid allure, her voice still slightly hoarse:
"Honey, why didn't you smoke a cigarette afterward this time?"
Lin Lang lowered his head, his gaze falling on Zhou Mengyao's satisfied smile. His fingertips gently slid down to her delicate shoulder, caressing it tenderly, his tone tinged with a mixture of helplessness and earnestness:
"Silly wife, your husband doesn't want you to inhale secondhand smoke."
Upon hearing this, Zhou Mengyao felt as if something had gently bumped into her heart, and a sweet feeling instantly spread through her.
She snuggled closer to Lin Lang, wrapped her arms around his waist, buried her face in the crook of his neck, and chuckled softly, "You're so good at talking."
Her voice was filled with laughter, and she couldn't hide her joy and satisfaction.
Lin Lang gently stroked Zhou Mengyao's delicate skin with his fingertips and said with a smile, "Smell how nice this room smells. It's so clean and filled with your fragrance. Why let the smoke ruin it?"
Zhou Mengyao could sense the care in Lin Lang's words; it wasn't just casual talk, but a genuine concern for her feelings.
"Honey, I heard you set up a scheme to get Nianlin's stepfather, Wang Biao, arrested?"
Lin Lang replied, "Who told him to come to the Lin residence to cause trouble and extort money? He has been unkind to Nian Lin all these years. I won't be satisfied until I send Wang Biao to prison and get ten years of jail time."
Zhou Mengyao felt very relieved, but said with some confusion:
"But husband, given your style of doing things, shouldn't you have put Wang Biao to death?"
Unexpectedly, Lin Lang replied, "After all, Nianlin has a half-brother, born to her mother and Wang Biao. If I put Wang Biao to death, Nianlin's half-brother will be too pitiful, having lost both parents."
"Now we're just sending Wang Biao to prison for ten years. He grew up being cared for by his grandparents."
"After Wang Biao is released from prison in ten years, he will not dare to harass Nian Lin anymore. I was afraid that if I put Wang Biao to death, Nian Lin would feel guilty towards her younger brother, so I did not have the intention to kill him."
After hearing this, Zhou Mengyao raised her head, gently tapped Lin Lang's chin with her fingertip, and her eyes sparkled.
"Honey, you're really kind-hearted; you think a lot about Nianlin."
Lin Lang lowered his head and placed a light kiss on the top of Zhou Mengyao's head, his voice deep and gentle: "I've been caught in the rain myself, so I always want to hold an umbrella for others."
Zhou Mengyao leaned closer to Lin Lang, smiling sweetly and charmingly:
"Honey, you're so good to me. You have no flaws except for being a womanizer."
Lin Lang chuckled softly: "Maybe being a womanizer is a virtue!"
“A narcissistic scumbag husband, how can being a womanizer be a virtue?” Zhou Mengyao smiled slyly and lightly punched Lin Lang’s shoulder with her small fist.
Looking into Zhou Mengyao's eyes, Lin Lang couldn't help but lower his head and kiss the corner of her lips, smiling as he said:
"Alright, of all the concubines, you're the only one who dares to have any complaints about me. Don't take advantage of my favor."
Zhou Mengyao returned Lin Lang's kiss with a playful giggle:
"Honey, why do you always allow me to be spoiled and arrogant?"
Lin Lang held Zhou Mengyao's soft body tightly and replied gently, "Of course it's because of love and responsibility, what else could it be?"
Zhou Mengyao nestled in Lin Lang's arms, acting coquettishly:
"Honey, thank you for your understanding and tolerance over the years. With your love and the companionship of our two children, I feel so happy."
"Silly wife, you are my most precious person, worthy of my deep love."
Zhou Mengyao looked up into Lin Lang's deep eyes, which were filled with tenderness, and she took the initiative to kiss Lin Lang's lips.
The kiss carried a touch of playful intimacy, yet also an overwhelming affection, like a pebble thrown into a lake, rippling outwards.
Lin Lang deepened the kiss, tightening his arms to hold Zhou Mengyao even closer, as if he wanted to meld her into his very bones.
Between their lips and teeth, there was an unspoken understanding and affection; the sweetness in the air grew stronger, and even the afternoon sunlight seemed to be tinged with tenderness.
Just as the two were deeply entwined in their kiss, a soft "knock, knock, knock" sounded from outside the bedroom door. The knocking had a childlike innocence and was not forceful, but it clearly interrupted the tender moment inside.
Immediately afterwards, Xiao Zhiqing's soft, sweet voice came through the door, filled with curiosity and innocence: "Father, Mother, what are you doing? I want to come in and play with you."
Zhou Mengyao blushed and quickly stepped back from Lin Lang's embrace. She hurriedly tidied her slightly disheveled hair, a hint of shyness still lingering in her eyes.
Lin Lang chuckled softly, reaching out to ruffle Zhou Mengyao's hair. His voice held a hint of frustration at being interrupted, but was mostly gentle:
"Wait a moment, Father and Mother will come to open the door."
He turned to look at Zhou Mengyao, his eyes full of teasing, but quickly replaced by doting affection. He gently pinched her cheek before getting up and getting dressed.
Zhou Mengyao was still hurriedly putting on her dress when there was another knocking sound at the door.
This time, the knocking was noticeably stronger than before, carrying the urgency of a child, like a small fist gently pounding on the door.
"Father, Mother, please open the door! My sister and I can't wait any longer!" It was Xiao Haoyi's voice, clear and bright like a boy's, with a hint of barely suppressed excitement.
Inside the door, Zhou Mengyao was quickly straightening her clothes. Upon hearing this, she called out, "I know, don't worry, son, your mother will open the door for you right away."
As she spoke, she tidied her slightly disheveled hair. The blush on her face had not completely faded, but her eyes were already filled with a gentle smile befitting a mother.
The sounds of laughter outside the door grew clearer, with Xiao Zhiqing's soft voice and Xiao Haoyi's laughter mingling together, like a string of clear silver bells echoing in the corridor.
"Brother, don't push me!" Xiao Zhiqing's slightly coquettish voice drifted in, "Mother said we should be polite when knocking!"
"I didn't push you, you just couldn't stand up!" Xiao Haoyi's voice was full of mischievous laughter. "Besides, Father and Mother must be secretly eating something delicious inside, otherwise why wouldn't they open the door for so long?"
"No way!" Xiao Zhiqing immediately retorted, lightly punching her brother with her little fist. "Mother loves me the most, she'll always save the best food for me!"
"That's not necessarily true. Mother always secretly saves the best food for me," Xiao Haoyi teased her on purpose.
"I want to go in and ask Mother!" Xiao Zhiqing said, and then gently knocked on the door again. "Mother, Mother, have you secretly saved the best food only for my brother?"
The brother and sister were chatting and laughing happily when the door was suddenly pulled open with a "click".
Zhou Mengyao stood inside the doorway, leaning against the door frame, her face still showing lingering tenderness. Seeing the two little ones peeking into the room on tiptoe, she couldn't help but laugh and say, "Alright, alright, stop fooling around, come in."
As soon as she finished speaking, Xiao Zhiqing, like a light little butterfly, fluttered into Zhou Mengyao's arms, her little arms tightly wrapped around her waist, her delicate, sculpted face tilted up, her dark, bright eyes staring at her: "Mother!"
Zhou Mengyao picked up her daughter and gently rubbed her forehead with her nose, asking softly, "What's wrong? What were you arguing about outside the door?"
Little Zhiqing rested her chin on Zhou Mengyao's shoulder, her little hands still clutching her clothes, and asked in a childish voice, "Mother, why haven't you eaten lunch?"
Zhou Mengyao felt a warmth in her heart when her daughter asked her question. She gently stroked Xiao Zhiqing's nose with her fingertips and said, "Silly girl, your mother ate breakfast late and isn't hungry yet, so I didn't go to eat lunch."
"What were you and Father doing in the bedroom?" Xiao Zhiqing asked again, glancing at Lin Lang, who was tidying his clothes inside the room.
"My mother and father took a nap and just woke up."
Before the words had even finished, Xiao Haoyi had already rushed into the bedroom with a "thump thump thump," pounced on Lin Lang's legs like a little cannonball, and shouted with his head tilted back, "Father!"
Lin Lang had just buttoned up his shirt when he looked down and saw his son looking up at him with an expectant face. He immediately bent down, pulled him into his arms, and gave his son a big kiss on his soft cheek.
Then he turned to the other cheek and kissed it again, making Xiao Haoyi giggle.
"You brat, you're already missing your father so soon?" Lin Lang's eyes were almost overflowing with tenderness.
"Hmm, my younger siblings have all gone back to their rooms for a nap, and my aunt has also gone back to her room to review her lessons. There's no one to play with my sister and me anymore." Xiao Haoyi hugged Lin Lang's neck and buried his head in his neck, nuzzling against him.
Zhou Mengyao walked in carrying Xiao Zhiqing. Seeing the affectionate scene between the father and son, a gentle smile curved her lips.
“Son, it’s nap time. Why don’t you and your sister take a nap?” Zhou Mengyao asked with a smile.
After hearing this, Xiao Haoyi yawned and snuggled into Lin Lang's arms, replying, "I can take a nap, but Father Emperor has to sleep with me."
As Lin Lang took off his son's shoes, he replied affectionately, "Alright, Father will coax you and your sister to take a nap together."
"That's great!" Xiao Haoyi smiled happily and hugged Lin Lang's neck tightly.
"Yay! I want Father to hold me for a nap too!" Xiao Zhiqing smiled happily.
This shows that Lin Lang still neglects to spend time with his children. Even a little time with them makes the little ones very happy.
Actually, you can't really blame Lang Ge. After all, he has too many wives, concubines, and children, so it's impossible for him to be like an ordinary father who can project 100% of his fatherly love onto his only or a few children.
The family of four lay cozy on the soft bed, enjoying a rare moment of quality time with their children.
Zhou Mengyao adjusted to a comfortable position, letting Xiao Zhiqing rest her head on her arm, and gently patted her daughter's back with her other hand, just like when she was a child, her fingertips moving with a gentle rhythm.
Xiao Zhiqing snuggled closer to her mother, her little feet unconsciously rubbing against the sheets. She quickly closed her eyes tightly, her long eyelashes casting a small fan-shaped shadow under her eyelids.
Lin Lang lay on his side, with Xiao Haoyi already curled up in his arms, one little hand still clutching the hem of his clothes, showing great dependence on his father.
Lin Lang looked down at his son. The little guy's eyelids were already drooping, but he still forced his eyes open and mumbled, "Father, you have to play with me when I wake up."
After receiving Lin Lang's permission, he buried his head in his father's neck and took a nap, his breathing gradually becoming even and long.
He raised his hand to smooth the stray hairs on his son's forehead, his fingertips inadvertently touching the little guy's warm cheek, and his heart melted completely.
Lin Lang turned to look at Zhou Mengyao, who was also looking at him. Their eyes met in the air, and they didn't speak, but they both saw the unyielding tenderness in each other's eyes.
Xiao Zhiqing closed her eyes and smacked her lips, while Xiao Haoyi snuggled even tighter into Lin Lang's arms. The two little ones' breathing mingled together, as light as a feather falling to the ground.
Lin Lang felt the weight of his son in his arms, listened to the steady breathing of his wife and daughter beside him, and felt an unprecedented sense of peace as the scent of his family filled his nostrils.
He lowered his head and planted a light kiss on Xiao Haoyi's head, then looked up and met Zhou Mengyao's smiling gaze. The two smiled at each other and closed their eyes in tacit understanding.
In the quiet room, only the sound of sunlight streaming in and the warmth of a family of four snuggling together could be heard.
This moment of togetherness is free from trivial matters and disturbances from others; only the purest kinship flows quietly, like a shallow stream gently washing over everyone's heart.
This is probably what happiness looks like!