Chapter 1219: Taking Zhao Lanshan on a high-stakes gamble!

The phone kept ringing persistently. Taking advantage of the lull in his two concubines' laughter, Lin Lang silenced the phone and did not answer Wang Xinling's call.

Immediately afterwards, soft footsteps came from the entrance of the villa's dining room, accompanied by a child's soft, sweet call: "Father!"

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw Zhao Lanshan leading a handsome little boy in.

Zhao Lanshan was dressed like a domineering female CEO, with her slightly wavy hair casually draped over her shoulders. Her eyes and brows carried a hint of aloofness and coldness. Even in this bustling restaurant, she exuded an air of unapproachable nobility.

"Father!"

Young Lin Haoming broke free from his mother's hand and ran towards Lin Lang like a nimble little cannonball.

"Son." A warm feeling instantly welled up in Lin Lang's eyes. He put down his phone, reached out and caught the little guy who rushed towards him, and gently stroked the top of his soft hair with his palm.

Xiao Haoming looked up at Lin Lang, rubbed his head against him, and said in a childish voice, "Father, hug me."

Lin Lang had Xiao Zhirou sitting on his lap. The little girl had half a mouthful of rice ball in her mouth, staring at her suddenly appearing brother with her round eyes, her short legs swinging unconsciously.

Seeing this, Marry Yang immediately reached out gently and pulled his daughter into his arms, coaxing her with a smile, "Rou'er, be good, let your brother get closer to Father."

Little Zhirou leaned obediently on Marry Yang's shoulder, her little hand still tightly clutching the half-eaten rice ball.

Lin Lang, having made room for him, scooped Lin Haoming onto his lap, making sure he was seated comfortably, and then kissed him on his soft cheek, leaving a warm lip print on his delicate skin.

He reached out and gently touched his son's round little belly, his tone very tender: "Are you hungry, my darling son?"

Xiao Haoming's eyes were already drawn to the sumptuous breakfast on the table. He nodded vigorously like a greedy little kitten, pointing his little finger at the pastries in the steamer and calling out crisply.

"I'm hungry! I want crab roe buns and three-delicacy shumai!"

"Alright, Father will feed you."

Lin Lang's eyes were full of doting affection. He picked up a steaming crab roe bun, carefully bit a small hole in it, blew on the hot soup inside, and then handed it to his son's mouth.

Xiao Haoming eagerly opened his mouth and bit into it. The delicious soup melted in his mouth, and he squinted his eyes in satisfaction. There was a little oil on the corner of his mouth, and he looked particularly adorable.

On the other side, Zhao Lanshan nodded slightly to Marry Yang and Gu Keqing as a greeting.

Her voice was cool and devoid of any extra emotion: "Good morning."

"Good morning, Lanshan, please have a seat," Marry Yang replied with a smile.

"Good morning." Gu Keqing smiled and raised her chin, glancing at Zhao Lanshan before saying nothing more.

Zhao Lanshan walked straight to the seat opposite Lin Lang and sat down. She casually picked up a tissue from the table and wiped her hands. Her gaze swept lightly over the food on the table. She neither took any food nor joined in the conversation. She seemed to be shrouded in a faint sense of detachment.

She was never the type to be jealous or competitive. As the eldest daughter of the Zhao family, she possessed an inherent pride and self-restraint, and disdained to revolve around men like ordinary women.

In this family, all she cared about was whether her son, Lin Haoming, was safe and sound.

As for how many women were around Lin Lang, Zhao Lanshan never really cared.

Gu Keqing glanced at her, then leaned close to Marry Yang's ear and whispered teasingly, "Look at Miss Zhao, she's always so aloof and detached, just like Chu Yiren."

Marry Yang gently patted Gu Keqing's hand, signaling her to lower her voice, and shook her head with a smile: "Lanshan is naturally aloof, so let her be."

Lin Lang watched all of this, and after feeding his son a bite of the crab roe bun, he broke the delicate silence by saying, "Lanshan, you should have some too. The crab roe buns are very fresh today."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Lanshan picked up her chopsticks and took a crab roe bun, eating it in small bites with elegant and graceful movements. She didn't say a word from beginning to end, only occasionally glancing at Lin Lang's son on his lap, when a barely perceptible tenderness would flash in her eyes.

Meanwhile, Xiao Haoming, who was on Lin Lang's lap, finished eating a crab roe bun and pointed at the three-delicacy shumai on the table, shouting, "Father, I want to eat that too!"

Lin Lang smiled and agreed, feeding his son shumai while looking at Zhao Lanshan and asking, "What's wrong, Lanshan? Why are you all sullen so early in the morning?"

Zhao Lanshan paused with her chopsticks, and replied with a hint of sadness, "Today is the anniversary of my mother's death."

Upon hearing this, Gu Keqing hurriedly said, "Lanshan, if you go to the cemetery to pay respects to your aunt, leave Ming'er here to play with Mo'er and the others. I'll look after the children for you; it's more reassuring than having a nanny take care of them."

"Then I'll have to trouble you, Sister Keqing." Zhao Lanshan forced a smile.

Lin Lang looked at Zhao Lanshan, who seemed a little down, and gently coaxed her, "Have you bought all the paper money and ingots? I'll go with you to the cemetery to pay respects to your mother-in-law!"

Zhao Lanshan replied, "My mother was a Christian. She didn't burn paper money or ingots; she only offered flowers, wiped the tombstone, and prayed in remembrance."

After hearing this, Marry Yang said, "That's good too. In the end, Auntie's religious worship is more environmentally friendly than burning paper money and ingots, and it saves you from smelling like paper money after burning it."

Lin Lang said, "Then after you and your son finish breakfast, I'll go to the cemetery with you."

"Okay!" Zhao Lanshan smiled slightly.

Xiao Haoming shouted, "I want to go too!"

Because Xiao Haoming is still a young child and has no concept of "death," the solemn atmosphere and unfamiliar environment of the cemetery may trigger fear.

Most importantly, Zhao Lanshan didn't want her son to see her in such a sad state, so she gently coaxed him, "Good boy, stay home and play with your brothers and sisters. Your father and I are going to take care of some important business. We'll buy you something delicious when we come back."

"Okay!" Xiao Haoming nodded obediently.

Lin Lang frowned slightly as he looked at the crab roe buns that Zhao Lanshan had barely touched. He was about to say something to comfort her when he saw her gently put down her chopsticks. Her voice was still cool, but it concealed an undisguised sadness: "Honey, I don't have much of an appetite. I can't eat anymore."

The noise in the air seemed to be paused by those words.

Marry Yang paused for a moment while holding Xiao Zhirou's hand.

Gu Keqing also stopped smiling.

Lin Lang looked at Gu Keqing, his tone carrying a hint of entrustment: "Darling, you help Lanshan coax Haoming to finish his breakfast. I'll take her away first. Judging from her mood, it's better to go to the cemetery to pay our respects as soon as possible to put her mind at ease."

"Okay, no problem, you two can go ahead without worry." Gu Keqing immediately got up, carefully lifted Xiao Haoming off Lin Lang's lap, placed him in a children's high chair next to her, and even picked up a bib to tie it for him.

Gu Keqing smiled and ruffled Haoming's hair. "Haoming is such a good boy, so easy to please. I guarantee he'll eat his breakfast properly."

Looking at her son's chubby face, Zhao Lanshan felt a pang of reluctance in her eyes. She reached out and gently pinched his earlobe, her tone carrying a hint of feigned seriousness as she gave him a gentle admonition.

"You must listen to your Aunt Gu and not be naughty. If you don't listen, I'll spank you."

"Don't scare the child." Gu Keqing smiled and handed a peeled quail egg to Haoming's mouth. "Our Haoming is a well-behaved child, there's no need to say such things."

Little Haoming opened his mouth, bit into the quail egg, puffed out his cheeks, made a mischievous face at his mother, and said indistinctly, "I'm being good! Aunt Gu loves me the most and likes me the most!"

“That’s right.” Gu Keqing’s eyes crinkled with laughter as she was amused by Haoming. She kissed his soft cheek, leaving a faint lipstick mark. “Our Haoming is so cute, who wouldn’t like him?”

As Zhao Lanshan watched this scene, a faint smile finally appeared on her tightly pursed lips, as if she were slightly comforted by her son's adorable appearance.

Lin Lang stood up from the dining chair and said in a low voice, "Let's go, I'll go change my clothes first."

"Okay." Zhao Lanshan waved to the children.

Little Zhirou waved the rice ball in her hand and shouted, "Goodbye, Father! Goodbye, Aunt Gu!"

Xiao Zhimo chimed in, while Xiao Haoming clung to the edge of the high chair, shouting, "Mommy, come back soon! Don't forget to buy me something delicious!"

"I know, you're just thinking about good food." Zhao Lanshan glanced back at her son, then took Lin Lang's arm and walked towards the door.

The high heels clicked crisply on the marble floor, their sound fading away at the restaurant entrance.

Lin Lang went back to his bedroom and changed into a black suit. Zhao Lanshan naturally squatted down in front of Lin Lang and gently tied his shoelaces.

Seeing Miss Zhao, who usually acts all high and mighty, bending down to tie her shoelaces, warmed Lin Lang's heart.

After Zhao Lanshan tied her shoelaces, Lin Lang gently helped her stand up and said affectionately, "Wife, if you're willing, I can take you to meet your mother in another way."

"Oh? What method?" Zhao Lanshan asked with great curiosity.

Unexpectedly, Lin Lang replied, "I can take you back to before your mother-in-law passed away, cure her brain cancer, and ensure you don't lose your mother."

Zhao Lanshan's eyes lit up instantly, and she shook Lin Lang's arm excitedly, exclaiming, "Really? Is it really possible, honey?"

Lin Lang replied, "It's definitely possible."

"But doing so will have a time-travel effect, impacting many related things in the future."

“I don’t know what uncontrollable changes this will cause to your Zhao family and you. It’s like a gamble, because your life will be greatly changed because your mother didn’t pass away.”

"Your personality and temperament will change depending on whether you have a mother or not."

"Husband, I can give up the inheritance rights and wealth of Taicheng Group to save Mom's life, but I can't lose you and our son." Zhao Lanshan hugged Lin Lang tightly, her eyes reddening.

Lin Lang hugged Zhao Lanshan's soft body tightly, thinking: I have never dared to travel back in time to save my parents who died in a car accident, because I am worried that the time travel effect will cause my life to change drastically and I will lose all my wives, concubines and children.

This time, we'll use the mother who saved Zhao Lanshan's life to conduct a time travel experiment.

After finishing his reading, Lin Lang gently stroked Zhao Lanshan's shoulder and said tenderly, "Don't worry, at worst I'll pursue you again and marry you as my concubine."

"Hehe...Alright! I'm bold enough to take a gamble!" Zhao Lanshan looked at Lin Lang with teary eyes and a smile, her face full of anticipation.