Chapter 1225: Beauty +1: Wang Xinling Makes Her Official Appearance

Looking at the soft little Haoming in her arms, Zhao Lanshan gently poked his flushed cheek with her fingertip and asked softly, "Son, have you had lunch?"

Xiao Haoming, still clutching the Ultraman transformation device in his hand, replied without looking up, "Eat it!"

Zhao Lanshan smiled and touched her son's round little belly. The warm touch warmed her heart. She then asked, "What did you eat? Your little belly is so full."

"My uncle took me to KFC!" Xiao Haoming's eyes lit up. He finally stopped playing with his toys and excitedly gestured, "There was a big chicken leg! And fries with ketchup, it was so delicious!"

Yang Limei frowned instantly, looking at her son Zhao Chengkai with displeasure, and scolded, "Why did you take Haoming to eat this kind of junk food again? Fried food is unhealthy, and it's hard for children to digest if they eat too much."

Zhao Chengkai shrugged innocently and muttered under his breath, "Don't all kids like fried chicken and fries? Haoming kept asking for them, I can't just not let him have them, can I?"

“You can’t eat it all the time just because you like it!” Yang Limei said sternly, her tone serious and leaving no room for argument. “If you dare to take Haoming to eat KFC or McDonald’s again, don’t take him out to play. Otherwise, you’ll just be feeding him things that have no nutritional value.”

Zhao Chengkai pursed his lips, not daring to refute his mother's words, and could only mutter to himself, "Is it really necessary to be so serious?" But on his face, he put on a well-behaved and apologetic look.

Seeing this, Zhao Lanshan quickly smoothed things over: "Mom, it's okay to have it once in a while. Kids like us get to indulge their cravings."

As she spoke, she sniffed, a hint of craving in her eyes, "But the aroma of your cooking makes me really hungry. I'm really craving your braised pork ribs in soy sauce."

Upon hearing this, Yang Limei's displeasure immediately vanished, and she said gently, "That's perfect, eat it while it's hot! Zhini wasn't full either, and Alang said he had already eaten, so it's just the three of us, mother and son, eating together. Hurry up and try it."

Having not tasted her mother's cooking for thirteen years, Zhao Lanshan's throat tightened. Holding her two children's hands, she walked briskly to the dining table, the aroma of braised pork ribs and fresh greens filling her nostrils—all the taste of home from her memories.

Seeing this, Lin Lang quickly stepped forward, picked up Xiao Zhini and put her in the high chair, then picked up a clean bib and tied it for her.

Zhao Lanshan gently tidied her daughter's bangs, then turned around to see Lin Lang pick up two-and-a-half-year-old Haoming and kiss him repeatedly on his chubby face, his voice full of doting affection: "My darling son, did you miss your father?"

"I want to!" Little Haoming hugged Lin Lang's neck and replied in a childish voice, "Father, when will you take me to the Tang Dynasty again?"

A smile flickered in Lin Lang's eyes as he ruffled his son's soft hair: "When your mother has some free time, your father will take you and your brother to the Tang Dynasty, and I'll even take you to eat authentic Chang'an candied hawthorns, okay?"

"Yay!" Little Haoming clapped his hands excitedly, almost slipping off Lin Lang's arms.

Zhao Lanshan sat at the dining table, watching the father and son playfully teasing each other, and then looking at her daughter sitting obediently in her high chair, her little hands gripping the edge of the table. A smile never left her lips.

She picked up her chopsticks and eagerly took a piece of braised pork ribs in soy sauce. The moment the rich sauce touched her tongue, the familiar taste exploded on her taste buds.

The meat is tender and juicy, with a perfect balance of salty and sweet flavors, seasoned with my mother's unique techniques, and tastes exactly like the ones I remember.

Thirteen years of longing and the trepidation after time travel were soothed by the aroma of this pork rib at this moment.

Zhao Lanshan's eyes reddened slightly, but she smiled as she picked the meat off the ribs, divided it into two small pieces, fed one to Xiao Zhini, and offered the other to Lin Lang: "Mom's ribs are still so delicious, you should try some too."

Little Zhini opened her little mouth to catch it, chewed a couple of times and her eyes lit up. She mumbled, "Delicious! Mommy, I want more!"

Lin Lang took a bite of the meat and looked at the satisfaction in Zhao Lanshan's eyes. His heart warmed as well, and he said in a low voice, "It really is delicious. It tastes even better than what you get at restaurants."

Yang Limei sat to the side, watching her daughter eat with gusto, and said with a mix of helplessness and heartache, "Eat slowly, no one will take it from you. You loved my ribs when you were little, and you could always gnaw on a lot of them."

“That’s because Mom’s cooking is the best!” Zhao Lanshan said, picking up another piece of green vegetable. “No matter how luxurious the restaurants outside are now, they can’t make the same taste as Mom’s cooking.”

Zhao Chengkai approached the dining table, swallowed hard at the sight of the food, and whispered, "Mom, I'm not full yet. Could I have a piece of spare rib too?"

Yang Limei rolled her eyes at her son, but still picked up a piece of pork rib and gave it to Zhao Chengkai: "Eat up, eat up, all you know is how to freeload. If you dare to bring Haoming to eat junk food again, I'll make sure you sit at the table again."

Zhao Chengkai chuckled, picked up a spare rib and started gnawing on it, saying indistinctly, "Okay, Mom, next time I'll take Haoming to eat steamed fish, I promise it'll be healthy!"

Held in Lin Lang's arms, little Haoming watched the adults eat heartily and couldn't help but nuzzle against Lin Lang's chest: "Father, I want to eat ribs too..."

"Didn't you eat your fill of KFC?" Lin Lang teased him deliberately.

Little Haoming pouted and patted his tummy: "But I still want to eat a piece of Grandma's braised pork ribs!"

Seeing this, Zhao Lanshan quickly picked off a small piece of pork rib and handed it over, smiling as she said, "Let Haoming try some too. Grandma's pork ribs are even better than KFC's, right?"

Xiao Haoming nodded with a piece of meat in his mouth, his little face full of satisfaction.

The warm and lively scene before our eyes broke the long-standing desolation of the Zhao residence.

As Zhao Lanshan ate her long-missed home-cooked meals, she looked at her "resurrected" mother and younger brother, feeling her chest filled with happiness.

Lin Lang watched as Zhao Lanshan wolfed down her food, something that was unprecedented for her. This was the first time he had ever seen Zhao Lanshan not maintain an elegant dining posture.

Lin Lang also longed to travel back in time and resurrect his parents.

Before Lin Lang could think any further, his phone vibrated again.

The caller ID still showed Wang Xinling.

Yang Limei hurriedly stood up from her chair and took her grandson from Lin Lang's arms. "Lang, if you have something to do at the company, go ahead and take care of it."

After hearing this, Lin Lang looked at Zhao Lanshan and said, "Honey, I'm leaving now. You should spend some time with your mother and the children after you finish eating."

"Okay, go ahead, honey." Zhao Lanshan smiled sweetly, her eyes filled with love and gratitude as she looked at Lin Lang.

"Son, daughter, say goodbye to your father." Zhao Lanshan stroked Xiao Zhini's soft hair.

The two little ones said in unison, "Goodbye, Father..."

"Goodbye, my darlings." Lin Lang smiled and waved to his son and daughter.

Zhao Chengkai stepped forward and said, "Brother-in-law, you...you come with me, I have something to tell you."

Yang Limei glanced at Zhao Chengkai and scolded him, "Stop causing trouble for your brother-in-law again, and do more serious things."

"Oh, Mom, I'm only looking for my brother-in-law to do something serious." Zhao Chengkai grabbed Lin Lang's arm and quickly walked out of the villa's dining room.

Lin Lang put one hand in his pocket, raised an eyebrow, and said, "What's the matter? Why are you being so mysterious?"

"Brother-in-law, I've started dating a new actress named Li Xiaolu. She wants to release a music album and I'd like to ask you to write two title tracks for her. Brother-in-law, would it be convenient for you?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Lang asked in surprise, "Isn't Li Xiaolu dating Jia Nailiang?"

Zhao Chengkai grinned mischievously and said arrogantly, "Brother-in-law, not only are you a master at picking up girls, but your brother-in-law is also an expert at it."

"With my reputation as the young master of Taicheng Group, what makes Jia Nailiang think he can compete with me for a girlfriend?"

Lin Lang smiled speechlessly, thinking: In the future, Li Xiaolu's lie about "getting her hair done" and the negative rumors about that rapper will completely destroy Li Xiaolu's "national first love" image, and her career will plummet, gradually fading out of the entertainment industry.

Zhao Chengkai has now caught up with Li Xiaolu, thinking he's gotten a great deal, but in reality, he's a top-tier green tea b*tch.

After reading it aloud, Lin Lang tentatively asked, "Are you serious about Li Xiaolu, or are you just playing around?"

Zhao Chengkai replied confidently, "Of course I'm serious. If it were just for fun, why would I ask you, my brother-in-law, to write a song for her personally?"

After listening, Lin Lang hesitated for a few seconds, then readily replied, "Alright, then I'll give you, my brother-in-law, face and help Li Xiaolu compose two main songs, but I have one condition."

Zhao Chengkai chuckled and said, "Brother-in-law, what are the conditions?"

Lin Lang replied, "You can't get a marriage certificate with Li Xiaolu. If you really love her to death and insist on marrying her in the end, you must sign a prenuptial agreement to ensure that half of your shares in Taicheng Group will not be divided in the divorce."

“Brother-in-law, I used to be unreliable, but this time I’m serious about Li Xiaolu and I’ve broken up with other shady women.”

Lin Lang replied, "I'm afraid you're serious."

"Hey, brother-in-law, my sister always lectures me, telling me to take relationships seriously and not to ruin innocent girls. Now that I'm taking relationships seriously and have this urge to get married for the first time, why are you still saying this?"

Lin Lang did not reveal Li Xiaolu's future scandals or scandals, since Zhao Chengkai would not believe it if he did.

"Cheng Kai, I'm afraid you'll meet the wrong person, misjudge people, and get deceived by a scheming green tea bitch."

"Brother-in-law, you know me well enough. I'm good enough if I don't lie to others. If anyone dares to lie to me, I'll kill them!"

After hearing this, Lin Lang took a deep breath, looked at his unreliable brother-in-law, and said with a slight frown, "Anyway, I'm telling you, if you dare not sign a prenuptial agreement, then get a marriage certificate with Li Xiaolu. If you cause trouble again in the future, don't ask me and your sister to help you clean up the mess."

"Uh..." Zhao Chengkai scratched his head and said, "Okay, brother-in-law, I... I wouldn't dare not listen to you!"

"Alright, that's settled then. I'll send the song to your email once I've finished writing it." Lin Lang didn't want to waste any more words with Zhao Chengkai, so he turned and left.

Zhao Chengkai looked at Lin Lang's retreating figure and said, "Brother-in-law, do you know my email address?"

Lin Lang said without turning his head, "I know everything about you, even that you're wearing red underwear today. Don't try to hide anything from me, or I'll teach you a lesson for your sister."

“Uh…” Zhao Chengkai wiped away his cold sweat, thinking: No way? How… how did my brother-in-law find out?

Looking completely bewildered, Zhao Chengkai muttered to himself in a low voice, "I'm really unlucky. How did I end up with a brother-in-law who's like a living devil? He keeps me in a daze. I can't afford to mess with him, I just can't!"

Lin Lang walked out of the gate of Zhao's villa, stood in the villa's garden courtyard, and dialed Wang Xinling's mobile phone number back.

"Hey, honey, why have you missed so many of my calls?"

Wang Xinling's coquettish voice, tinged with a Taiwanese accent, came through the phone: "Honey, I missed you! Why did it take you so long to answer?"

Lin Lang lied and said, "I was in a meeting at the group company and it's inconvenient for me to answer the phone."

Wang Xinling said sweetly and sensibly, "Honey, I don't have any work scheduled today. Could you spend some time with me this afternoon?"

Faced with Wang Xinling's coquettish manner in a Taiwanese accent, Lin Lang almost lost his resistance and readily replied, "Okay, wait for me at home, I'll be there shortly."

"Great! Honey, hurry up and come, don't keep me waiting too long, mwah!"

"I love you!" Lin Lang laughed and hung up the phone, feeling a bit hot all over, his mind filled with Wang Xinling's adorable appearance at the peak of her beauty.

Wang Xinling was just 24 years old that year, the most youthful and lovely age.