Chapter 1181: Lang Ge's First Meeting with Son Ye-jin's Son

"My dear wife, don't be shy. Your father-in-law and mother-in-law are just creating some space for us to be alone. Come on, let me have a private moment."

Sun Yizhen's cheeks flushed, and she gently punched Lin Lang's chest with her small hand, her voice barely audible: "You're so annoying!"

Lin Lang pulled Sun Yizhen even tighter, gently stroking her warm back with his palm, his voice so tender it could melt hearts: "You met your parents today, and they agreed to our marriage so easily. Are you happy?"

Sun Yizhen looked up at Lin Lang, her eyes still showing lingering shyness, and smiled sweetly, "Happy."

Lin Lang lowered his head and nuzzled the top of Sun Yizhen's head, the fragrance of her hair lingering in his nostrils. "From now on, we can be together openly and honestly."

Sun Yizhen nestled affectionately in Lin Lang's arms, coquettishly saying, "I feel like I'm dreaming, so happy it's almost unreal."

Lin Lang pinched Sun Yizhen's cheek, and the sharp pain made Sun Yizhen say coquettishly, "Your Majesty, why are you pinching me?"

Lin Lang replied with a smile, "I pinched you to make sure you weren't dreaming!"

Son Ye-jeong whimpered pitifully, "It hurts!"

Lin Lang affectionately raised his hand and rubbed Sun Yizhen's cheek, coaxing, "Okay, okay, I didn't use much force at all."

Sun Yizhen playfully stuck out her tongue and smiled: "Your Majesty, I can't wait for our son to be born. What will we do when we meet our son?"

Lin Lang gently stroked Sun Yizhen's lower abdomen and replied affectionately, "That's easy. I'll take you to a future timeline. How old of a son would you like to meet?"

Sun Yizhen's eyes lit up upon hearing this. She tilted her head and thought for a moment, then smiled and asked, "How about we travel back to when our son was just learning to walk and calling us 'Mommy'?"

"Alright! Let's set off now." As Lin Lang spoke, he triggered the power of the [Space-Time Global Teleport] skill, and a pale golden light membrane quietly enveloped him and Sun Yizhen.

Sun Yizhen hurriedly hugged Lin Lang tightly, and that familiar dizziness came again, as if the sound of wind traveling through time and space still lingered in her ears.

Before Sun Yizhen could react, she heard a soft "whoosh" sound, and her body seemed to be enveloped by an invisible force, and the light and shadow in front of her suddenly changed.

In the blink of an eye, when Son Ye-jeong opened her eyes again, the scene before her had completely changed.

The timeline jumps directly to November 2005.

Location: Back garden of Lin's villa in Shanghai, China.

All that could be seen was Sun's mother bending over, carefully supporting a beautifully sculpted little boy, patiently teaching him to walk.

The little one is just one year and two months old. He has soft baby hair on his head, skin as white as a peeled egg, round eyes like two black grapes, and chubby cheeks with a healthy blush. He is so exquisite that it is hard to look away.

Lin Haoxun was wearing autumn open-crotch pants. His chubby little legs were still a bit unsteady, and he shuffled forward step by step. His little hands tightly gripped his grandmother's index finger, and he swayed his body from time to time, like a waddling little penguin.

She was muttering something under her breath, her words unclear but revealing an indescribable charm.

After taking only two steps, Xiao Haoxun suddenly stopped, turned his head, and fixed his gaze on Sun Yizhen not far away.

The little one's eyes lit up instantly, her bright pupils fixed on Sun Yizhen, her little mouth slightly open, and drool quietly dripped down the corner of her mouth, hanging on her chin like a crystal-clear little water droplet.

He waved his chubby little hands, kicked his short legs, and tried to rush forward, making indistinct "oh mother" sounds. Although his pronunciation was unclear, it was full of eager excitement.

It's worth mentioning that "ohmma" is the Korean pronunciation of "mother".

Sun Yizhen trembled, tears instantly welling up in her eyes. She covered her mouth, her voice trembling uncontrollably, and she spoke incoherently with excitement: "Your Majesty, can you hear it? It sounds like my son is calling me 'Mother'!"

When Lin Lang first saw his son with Sun Yizhen, who looked exactly like him when he was a child, a loving father's smile immediately appeared on his face.

Sun Yizhen suddenly squatted down, opened her arms, and patted them hard. Her eyes were red but her smile was incredibly bright: "Son, come here, come to Mommy! Come here quickly, let Mommy hug you!"

As if he understood his mother's words, Xiao Haoxun's eyes narrowed into slits with a smile. He broke free from his grandmother's hand, raised his hands high above his head, and staggered towards Sun Yizhen.

His steps were unsteady, as if he were walking on cotton, swaying every two steps, but he charged forward with sheer tenacity.

"Oh dear, grandson, slow down and don't fall." Grandma Sun hurried after him, reaching out to protect Xiao Haoxun from falling.

As he got closer and closer to Son Ye-jeong, Ho-hoon seemed to muster all his strength, his short legs quickening their pace. Although he was still swaying, he ran resolutely towards the figure with outstretched arms toward him.

Just as Xiao Haoxun was about to rush into his mother's arms, his grandmother gently withdrew her protective hand and watched the scene with a smile in her eyes.

"Oh, Mom!"

A clear, childlike voice rang out, soft and sweet like cotton candy, melting into Sun Yizhen's heart.

Because his maternal grandmother was the one taking care of him, Xiao Haoxun first learned to call his mother in Korean.

The next second, the little guy rushed into Son Ye-jeong's arms, his small body warm and soft to the touch.

Sun Yizhen immediately hugged her son tightly, as if afraid he would disappear if she let go. She couldn't help but kiss his chubby face again and again, tears streaming down her cheeks and dripping onto the little guy's clothes.

"Oh, my good son! He's so chubby and fair-skinned, so adorable!" Sun Yizhen choked up, her voice filled with love and excitement.

The little one giggled as he was kissed, reaching out his chubby little hands to hug Sun Yizhen's neck, burying his head in the crook of her neck, and mumbling "Oh Mommy" before snuggling against his mother in her arms, showing great affection.

Sun Yizhen held the soft little guy in her arms, gently stroking his delicate cheeks with her fingertips, and nuzzling his head with her nose, her voice so gentle it could melt water: "Son, how can you be so cute?"

Little Haoxun seemed to understand but not quite. He blinked his bright eyes at his mother, pouted his little mouth, and then made a soft, sweet "Oh, Mom!" sound. His little hands were also moving around restlessly.

Lin Lang smiled and stepped forward, his gaze fixed on his wife and children the whole time, his eyes filled with tenderness.

He reached out his warm palm and gently placed it on Xiao Haoxun's chubby cheeks, his fingertips lightly caressing the soft touch, his tone gentle and doting: "Son, how can you be so lovable!"

After seeing Lin Lang's appearance clearly, Xiao Haoxun seemed to really like his father. He tilted his head, babbled incoherently, and stretched out his little hand from Sun Yizhen's embrace towards Lin Lang.

"Son, call me Dad."

Lin Lang grasped Xiao Haoxun's outstretched hand. The little hand was soft and tiny, gently shaking Lin Lang's fingers, instantly filling his heart to the brim. "Quick, call me 'Daddy' and let me hear it."

Son Ye-jin smiled and chimed in, "Son, that's your dad! Call him Dad!"

Xiao Haoxun stared at Lin Lang for a long time, his little mouth moved, first uttering a few indistinct syllables, and then, as if suddenly enlightened, he called out in a childish voice, "Aba Ji!"

The Korean word "Dad" was soft and clear, like a pebble thrown into Lin Lang's heart, creating ripples.

Lin Lang felt his heart melt, his chest filled with indescribable excitement and warmth. He couldn't help but lean down and kiss Xiao Haoxun's cheek, his voice trembling with barely suppressed emotion: "Oh, my good son! So well-behaved!"

Xiao Haoxun giggled again after being kissed, reaching out to snuggle into Lin Lang's arms, repeatedly calling out "Aba Ji, Aba Ji," each sound so sweet it made one's heart tremble.

Lin Lang couldn't stop smiling after hearing this.

Sun's mother stood aside and said, "My dear son-in-law, look how close Xun'er is to you."

Sun Yizhen handed her son to Lin Lang and said with a smile, "Your Majesty, look how much your son likes you."

Lin Lang took Xiao Haoxun from him and held him carefully in his arms, his movements exceptionally gentle, as if afraid of hurting the delicate little guy.

Little Haoxun was restless in Lin Lang's arms, looking around with his little head and kicking his little legs. He would rub against Lin Lang's chin one moment and turn to look at Sun Yizhen the next, calling out "Mommy" in a childish voice.

Lin Lang gently patted his son's back, his gaze tenderly sweeping over his eyebrows and eyes, then looking at Sun Yizhen, his eyes filled with happiness, "My beloved, look how adorable our son is, so soft and fluffy like a little dumpling."

"Your Majesty, my son's eyebrows and eyes look just like yours. He'll definitely grow up to be a handsome man."

Sun Yizhen nestled beside Lin Lang, gently stroking her son's delicate, sculpted face. Watching him snuggle in his father's arms, her face was filled with a satisfied smile.

Lin Lang chuckled softly: "Of course."

Xiao Haoxun rested his little head on Lin Lang's shoulder, making cute little "ee-ee-ya-ya" sounds. His small body swayed gently with Lin Lang's movements, and his eyes were full of dependence and affection.

Sun Yizhen's eyes were filled with undisguised sweetness. She kissed her son's chubby little hand and said with unconcealed happiness, "Son, can you call me Grandma yet?"

Standing to the side, Sun's mother gently stroked Xiao Haoxun's nose with her fingertip and teased him with a smile, "This little ungrateful rascal, he spends the most time with his maternal grandmother every day, yet he still learned to call out 'Papa,' 'Mama,' and even 'Grandpa,' but he hasn't learned to call out 'Grandma' yet!"

Xiao Haoxun seemed shy, snuggling closer to Lin Lang, drooling as he giggled sweetly.

While wiping her grandson's drool with a tissue, the mother lovingly handed him a pacifier and water bottle, saying, "Little rascal, it's time to drink some water. Drink some water now."

Xiao Haoxun put the pacifier in his mouth, gulped down a few mouthfuls of water, spat out the pacifier, pointed at Lin Haojun who was drifting in a go-kart not far away, and called out "Brother" in Korean.

Lin Lang turned his head upon hearing the sound and saw his son Lin Haojun, whom he had with Mu Xueman. In the blink of an eye, he was already three years old and was skillfully driving a children's go-kart, drifting and racing in the back garden square.

Lin Lang was startled and thought to himself, not knowing whether to laugh or cry: No way?

Jun'er is only three years old, yet he has already awakened the max-level [Drift Racing] skill. He's already a top-tier racer at three years old and can speed through corners?!

Immediately afterwards, Lin Lang heard Mu Xueman's familiar voice.

"Son, slow down in the go-kart! Be careful not to flip it over and hurt yourself. What kind of child is obsessed with racing at the age of three? Believe me, if you don't listen to your mother, I'll call your father and beat you up!"