PDLP Chapter 1340: A wife is not as good as a concubine, a concubine is not as good as a stolen one, and
Chapter 1340: A wife is not as good as a concubine, a concubine is not as good as a stolen one, and
If it weren't for the fact that today is Liu Yifei's birthday and that she is pregnant with Lin Lang's child, Lin Lang would wish he could travel back to the Tang Dynasty right now to comfort Qingdai.
Just as Lin Lang's emotions were churning, his phone vibrated and rang.
"Buzz..."
Seeing that the caller ID showed Liu Yifei, Lin Lang answered the phone and gently said, "Hello, baby."
Liu Yifei's soft, sweet voice came through the receiver: "Honey, I miss you so much! Can you have dinner with me tonight?"
Lin Lang replied indulgently, "Of course I can. Your husband has already bought the ingredients and will make you a birthday feast."
"Hehe... So you remembered it's my birthday today, honey! I thought you'd forgotten."
"Silly wife, how could I forget such an important day? You stay home and wait patiently, I'll be there soon."
"Okay, honey, drive safely on the road, mwah!"
"Okay, see you in a bit." After hanging up the call, Lin Lang snapped his fingers and summoned four clones.
One of my clones went to the seafood market to buy ingredients.
The second clone went to buy a birthday present for Liu Yifei, and also bought a gift for Qingdai as a backup.
The third clone went to buy flowers.
The fourth clone went to buy a birthday cake.
Meanwhile, Lin Lang, the main character, leisurely changed his clothes and was just putting on his shoes to leave the bedroom of the Chu residence when he saw Chu Yiren push open the door and walk in again.
Lin Lang was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and stepped forward to embrace Chu Yiren, asking curiously, "Wife, why are you back again?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he received a system notification in his mind.
"Ding! Friendly reminder to the host, this is Chu Yiren's clone who has been staying in modern Shanghai for a long time to handle the official business of the Chu Group full-time."
The clone Chu Yiren nestled in Lin Lang's arms, rubbing her nose against the shirt on his chest, and said coquettishly, "Honey, I missed you, so I came back."
Lin Lang held his soft, delicate body, Chu Yiren, close, gently stroking her shoulders, and coaxed, "Are you tired from work at the group company lately?"
The clone Chu Yiren nestled in Lin Lang's arms and said coquettishly, "The intensity of work is as high as ever, but I miss you a little."
Like the main body, the clone Chu Yiren has a strong emotional dependence on Lin Lang.
"Silly wife, let your husband kiss you to ease your longing for me."
After saying that, Lin Lang leaned down slightly and kissed the beautiful red lips of his clone, Chu Yiren.
Lin Lang's kiss, filled with deep affection for the main body Chu Yiren, landed on the lips of the clone Chu Yiren. Almost instinctively, she tensed up, then completely relaxed, pressing her soft body against him.
Longing surged like a tidal wave the moment their lips touched. She tightened her arms around Lin Lang's neck, her fingertips digging deep into his shoulders and back, as if trying to fill the void of their long separation with this moment of intimacy.
Her kiss was filled with a sense of urgent devotion; her soft lips gently caressed Lin Lang's, passionately tracing the shape of his lips as if touching a lost treasure that had been found again.
The sweet scent, mixed with her custom-made perfume, lingered around Lin Lang's nose, softening his heart and adding a touch of indulgent passion to his originally gentle kiss.
He raised his hand to support the back of Chu Yiren's head, his fingertips gently stroking her delicate hair.
With his other hand, he tightened his embrace around her soft waist, holding her firmly in his arms, bringing them so close that they could feel each other's hearts pounding, as if they were composing a synchronized love song.
A layer of fine water glistened on the eyelashes of the clone Chu Yiren. When she closed her eyes, a tear gently slid down and landed on Lin Lang's shirt, leaving a small wet patch.
She tilted her head slightly and deepened the kiss, the entanglement of their lips and teeth carrying a long-suppressed longing, each touch seeming to say, "I miss you so much."
Lin Lang could feel the dependence of his clone, Chu Yiren, and the trembling and longing in her kiss.
He slowed his pace, responding to his clone Chu Yiren with gentle kisses, as if comforting a wronged child.
Her hand slid down Lin Lang's shoulder and back, gently tracing his waistline. Her fingertips, carrying a slightly cool temperature, ignited sparks on his skin.
The air was filled with a tender and ambiguous atmosphere, as if time had stood still, leaving only the deep longing and love between the two of them.
Chu Yiren's kiss became more and more intense, and her breathing became a little rapid. Her warm breath sprayed on Lin Lang's lips, carrying an alluring sweetness.
In the midst of this deep and sweet kiss, the clone Chu Yiren's movements suddenly paused, as if pulled by an invisible force.
She suddenly opened her eyes, the infatuation still lingering, but now tinged with a hint of helplessness and coquettishness.
Her lips reluctantly left Lin Lang's, her nose gently brushing against his chin, carrying lingering affection.
Lin Lang was immersed in this tenderness when he saw his clone Chu Yiren suddenly stop. Just as he was about to ask her a question, he saw her pout, stick out her tongue playfully, and speak in a soft, aggrieved voice.
"Honey, I sneaked over to see you and we got together, but the main body found out again, ugh."
She reached out and poked Lin Lang's chest, a hint of resentment flashing in her eyes.
"She told me to stop bothering you with kisses and to take a shower to calm down, to be a good helper and not to keep thinking about you and bothering you."
Upon hearing this, Lin Lang chuckled softly.
He reached out and pinched the blushing cheek of his clone, Chu Yiren, and said in a doting tone, "Go on, baby."
The clone Chu Yiren pouted, and with lingering affection, gave Lin Lang another peck on the corner of his lips before reluctantly turning and walking towards the bathroom.
When she reached the bathroom door, she stopped, turned around and gave Lin Lang a sweet smile, then raised her hand to blow a kiss, her fingertips twitching slightly, full of coquettish charm.
As the bathroom door clicked shut, the sound of the showerhead spraying water soon followed, adding a refreshing touch to the room still filled with the lingering warmth of intimacy.
"Buzz..."
Lin Lang's phone vibrated.
The caller ID showed Chu Yiren.
After the call connected, before Lin Lang could even speak, Chu Yiren's soft, reproachful voice came through the phone.
"Honey, what are you doing now?"
Didn't you go to celebrate Liu Yifei's birthday?
Why are they hugging and kissing my clone again?
Lin Lang felt like he'd been caught cheating, and laughed as he lied:
"I thought it was because you missed me so much that you came back to cuddle with me for a while. I didn't know it was your clone."
"Hmph, I've caught you sleeping with my clone several times. Do you have a cheating addiction?"
Lin Lang chuckled softly, then said guiltily, "Alright, wife, stop teasing me."
"You scumbag husband, go find your mistress! Don't provoke my 'doppelganger' and make me feel the same way, I can't even concentrate."
"Haha... Okay, okay, I got it, honey, love you, bye-bye..."
Lin Lang hurriedly and guiltily hung up the phone.
From the bathroom in the bedroom came the mischievous giggles of Chu Yiren, the clone.
Lin Lang shook his head, feeling both amused and exasperated.
Just then, a system notification sounded in his mind.
The gist of the story is that after completing the purchasing task, the clone stored the flowers, birthday cake, and various vegetables and seafood ingredients in the shared personal space.
Immediately afterwards, Lin Lang triggered the [Space-Time Mass Teleportation] skill, and with a "whoosh," he vanished into thin air in the master bedroom on the second floor of the Chu residence villa.
The next second, Liu Yifei, who was fixing her hair in front of the vanity mirror at home, heard the crisp sound of the doorbell.
"Hehe...it must be Lin Lang!"
She skipped out of the bedroom, wearing flat slippers.
Suddenly realizing that she was pregnant with Lin Lang's child, she slowed her pace, afraid that she would fall if she ran too fast.
Although her pace slowed down, Liu Yifei's joy remained undiminished, her eyes sparkling with an irrepressible sweet smile, as if filled with starlight.
She raised her hand and gently stroked her still flat stomach, her fingertips softly caressing the little life that was growing there, the fruit of her and Lin Lang's love.
She unconsciously lightened her steps, her skirt swaying gently with each step, like a fluttering butterfly, as she moved towards the door with anticipation.
"Coming, coming!" Liu Yifei's voice was soft and sweet, and you could feel her joy even through the door.
She reached out and grasped the doorknob, turning it gently, the hinge making a soft "click" sound.
As soon as the door opened, Lin Lang's tall and straight figure came into view.
Lin Lang was as handsome as ever, with a gentle smile on his face, and his eyes were full of doting affection when they fell on Liu Yifei.
The motion-activated lights in the hallway shone directly on Lin Lang, casting a warm glow on him and making him appear even more gentle and reliable.
"Husband!" Liu Yifei couldn't help but whisper, her eyes instantly welling up with tears, and she rushed into Lin Lang's arms with a mix of grievance and eagerness.
Lin Lang gently embraced Liu Yifei, burying his nose in her hair, greedily inhaling her faint fragrance, a scent unique to her.
"Happy birthday, my darling!" Lin Lang's voice was deep and gentle, with a touch of doting affection, but even more so, heartache.
Liu Yifei snuggled against Lin Lang, her cheek pressed against his firm chest, listening to his strong heartbeat, and her heart was instantly filled with a sense of security.
"Honey, where are the flowers and birthday cake?" she muttered, her voice carrying a hint of playful reproach.
Lin Lang looked down at the beautiful woman in his arms, his smile deepening.
He raised his hand and gently stroked Liu Yifei's back, his movements tender and soothing, and lied, saying:
"Oh dear, I came in such a hurry that I forgot to prepare flowers and a cake, what should I do?"
Liu Yifei let go of Lin Lang and saw that his hands were really empty. She couldn't help but smile sweetly, "Honey, I was just teasing you. Flowers and birthday cake are not important. What's important is that you're with me."
"Silly wife, how could your husband forget to buy you flowers and a birthday cake?"
"Ta-da! Transform!"
As if by magic, Lin Lang took out a bouquet of fiery red roses from his personal space and handed them to Liu Yifei.
"Wow! What beautiful roses! Hehe..." Liu Yifei took the bouquet, lowered her head to smell the fragrance of the flowers, and a surprised yet sweet smile appeared on her face.
Then, Lin Lang took out a mousse birthday cake from his personal space, casually closed the door, and with one hand holding the birthday cake and the other around Liu Yifei's slender waist, said affectionately:
“Honey, you’re pregnant and standing for too long must be tiring. Let’s go sit on the sofa in the living room and chat.”
"Okay, thank you, honey, for the flowers and birthday cake."
Liu Yifei, holding a large bouquet of vibrant roses, smiled broadly and planted a kiss on Lin Lang's handsome profile.