Chapter 1226: Besides Wang Xinling, there's also Zhao Liying

The moment the call ended, Wang Xinling's fingertips still retained the warmth of the conversation, but her heart felt like it had been hit by a small pebble, rippling with layers of anticipation.

She put down her phone, her steps light and quick, and ran towards the dressing table in the bedroom, her skirt sweeping across the floor, creating a soft rustling sound.

The mirror on the dressing table was polished to a shine, reflecting the smile she couldn't hide in her eyes.

Wang Xinling sat on a soft vanity stool, her fingertips lightly brushing across the powder compact. She first carefully applied a thin layer of powder to her cheeks to cover the slight weariness left from staying up late to attend events last night. Then, she used a blush brush to sweep a natural blush onto her apple cheeks, as if she had a layer of soft light on her face.

She picked up the lipstick; it was the same mauve color Lin Lang had praised before. As the lipstick glided across her lips, the delicate texture made her smile and hum a familiar melody softly.

"Your eyelashes are curved, your eyes blink, the words I'm about to say suddenly change, your smile is like a crescent moon, the atmosphere is so romantic, I need your company..."

Her singing voice was soft, sweet, and melodious, perfectly matching her mood at that moment.

After applying lipstick, Wang Xinling pursed her lips in front of the mirror and then raised her hand to fix her hair.

Her long, black hair cascaded smoothly over her shoulders. She gently lifted a strand with her fingertips and tucked it behind her ear. As she turned her wrist, her slender, fair wrist was revealed. The gesture of tossing her hair carried an unconscious charm.

Her eyes sparkled with the shy charm of a young girl in the throes of first love.

She suddenly remembered something, her eyes lit up, and she got up to rummage through the vanity to find the perfume Lin Lang had given her—the top notes were fresh citrus, and the middle and base notes were gentle rose and musk, a scent he liked.

Wang Xinling gently sprayed the air twice, then bent down to add a little more to the hem of her skirt. The rich fragrance surrounded her, and she took a deep breath, her smile widening.

But as soon as she put down the perfume bottle, she patted her forehead, almost forgetting that Lin Lang preferred her in black stockings, saying that it was both sexy and gentle.

She immediately turned around, opened the wardrobe, took out a pair of black lace-trimmed stockings from the drawer, sat on the edge of the bed, and carefully put them on.

The stockings were made of a light and silky material, clinging to the skin of her legs and outlining their beautiful lines. She looked down at her charming legs and nodded in satisfaction.

When her gaze fell on the white dress she was wearing, she frowned again.

While a white dress may look innocent, pairing it with black stockings feels somewhat jarring and lacks harmony.

She simply took off her white dress and started rummaging through the closet, eventually fixing her gaze on a black lace strapless mini dress.

This dress is the one she wore at her last concert. It has delicate lace trim at the hem and the neckline design perfectly reveals her beautiful collarbone, making her look playful yet charming.

After changing into a short skirt, she twirled in front of the mirror. The black lace accentuated her snow-white skin and slender figure.

But after admiring it for only two seconds, she discovered another problem.

The rose gold necklace around her neck and the cute stud earrings on her ears didn't quite match the gentle and charming black mini skirt.

She immediately took off her jewelry, opened the jewelry box, and took out a set of pearl jewelry.

The round pearl necklace hangs just below the collarbone, while the small pearl stud earrings are set in the earlobes. The warm luster balances the sexiness of the black lace, adding a touch of gentle elegance.

Wang Xinling stood in front of the mirror again, lifted her skirt with both hands, and slowly twirled around.

A black lace mini-skirt accentuated her shapely curves, while black stockings made her legs appear long and straight. Pearl accessories added a touch of gentle elegance, and a faint scent of perfume lingered around her. Her eyes held an undisguised anticipation and shyness.

She blinked her big, bright eyes at herself in the mirror, a cute smile spreading across her face, and said with satisfaction, "This should be fine, he'll definitely like it."

Wang Xinling clasped her hands in front of her, her gaze occasionally drifting towards the door, silently counting the time in her mind, imagining Lin Lang's expression when he saw her.

Will you be immediately impressed, or will you gently compliment her on her looks as usual?

Thinking of this, her cheeks flushed again, and she couldn't help but gently poke her cheek with her fingertips, feeling like a young girl experiencing her first love.

Just then, "Ding-dong—"

The doorbell rang suddenly, breaking the silence inside.

Wang Xinling's body tensed instantly, and then, as if she had been fast-forwarded, the shyness on her face was immediately replaced by ecstasy.

Without a second thought, she lifted her skirt and ran towards the door, her steps so light they seemed to fly, the scent of her perfume spreading and creating a sweet, cloying fragrance.

She ran to the door, her fingers resting on the doorknob, but then paused.

Taking a deep breath, she tried to calm her pounding heart before slowly turning the lock and opening the door.

The light from outside flooded in, outlining a familiar, tall figure.

Lin Lang stood at the door, wearing a clean white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his forearms, revealing his strong forearm lines. He paired it with black trousers, and his posture was upright and his temperament gentle.

He held a bouquet of vibrant pink roses in his hands, the petals still glistening with dewdrops, clearly a freshly chosen bouquet.

The moment the door opened, Lin Lang's lips curled into a gentle smile, his eyes seemed to be filled with starlight, and his gaze fell on Wang Xinling, filled with undisguised amazement and doting.

He just looked at her quietly without saying a word, but his captivating gaze was enough to completely melt Wang Xinling's heart.

The bouquet of pink roses was beautiful and charming, but in Wang Xinling's eyes, it was far less dazzling than the man she loved in front of her.

Wang Xinling's gaze was fixed on Lin Lang, her eyes slightly warm, all her expectations and longing surging forth at this moment.

She didn't immediately take the bouquet of flowers, and even forgot to speak; her body reacted before her reason.

Wang Xinling took a small step forward and threw herself into Lin Lang's arms, wrapping her arms tightly around his waist, burying her face in his shoulder, her nose brushing against the faint tobacco scent on his body, a scent that made her feel incredibly safe.

Her body trembled slightly, and the longing she had been holding back for so long finally erupted at this moment. Her voice was thick with nasal tone, soft and sweet like cotton candy, and carried a hint of coquetry.

"Honey, I miss you so much..."

Lin Lang paused slightly when Wang Xinling pounced on him, then placed the roses in his hand on the door cabinet and stretched out his arms to hug her tightly.

He could feel the softness and dependence of the beauty in his arms, and smell her captivating perfume, mixed with her own sweet scent, which warmed his heart.

He lowered his head, rested his chin on the top of Wang Xinling's head, and gently rubbed it. His voice was deep and gentle, carrying a comforting power: "Baby, I miss you too."

His palm gently patted Wang Xinling's thin back, the movement as tender as if he were cherishing a rare treasure.

The beauty in his arms nuzzled against Lin Lang's shoulder, as if she had found the warmest harbor. Her trembling gradually subsided, but she tightened her arms around him, as if afraid that if she let go, he would disappear.

The pink roses by the door lay quietly to one side, the dewdrops on their petals reflecting the light, as if witnessing this heartwarming scene.

The air was filled with an ambiguous yet sweet scent.

The two, embracing each other, were already immersed in the joy and longing of their long-awaited reunion and were unwilling to part.

Wang Xinling buried her face in Lin Lang's shoulder, feeling his strong heartbeat and warm embrace; all the waiting had become worthwhile.

She sniffed softly, her voice still gentle, but with a hint of reproach.

"Honey, why haven't you been spending time with me lately? Have you found someone new?"

Lin Lang chuckled softly, his voice tinged with guilt: "I've been quite busy with the company lately, dealing with several major acquisitions, so I haven't had time to come see you."

Wang Xinling pouted and said coquettishly in a Taiwanese accent, "I don't believe it. A few days ago, paparazzi photographed you and Zhao Liying on vacation at the beach on the West Coast of the United States."

"Uh..." Lin Lang was a little confused after hearing this, thinking: What's going on?

The system replied: "Friendly reminder to the host: After the Lin Group acquired Yahoo, Zhao Liying won the championship of Feng Xiaogang's group in the 2006 Yahoo Search Star talent show held a few months ago, and officially entered the entertainment industry."

"After Zhao Liying signed with Wheatfield Music and Film Company, she received strong support from the host."

"The host not only personally wrote songs for her and released her first music album, 'Yilan Love Story,' but also wrote the script for 'Legend of Lu Zhen,' invested in the production of a period drama, and cast Zhao Liying as the female lead."

"With the host's strong support, Zhao Liying quickly rose to prominence in the Chinese entertainment industry. Because of frequent contact with you, sparks of love ignited, and now Zhao Liying is one of the host's lovers."

"Because Zhao Liying was only 19 years old at the time and was not pregnant with the host's child, she was not given a formal title for the time being, but there were rumors circulating on the Internet."

After receiving the system notification, Lin Lang was both amused and exasperated.

Because he traveled across time to the end of September 2006, Lin Lang never expected that Zhao Liying would be added to his harem as soon as she debuted.

After reading it, Lin Lang looked down at Wang Xinling's reddened eyes and watery eyes, gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and coaxed her tenderly, "Baby, don't be jealous. No matter how many women I have, you will always be the one I love the most."

Wang Xinling raised her head, looked into Lin Lang's gentle eyes, and said coquettishly, "I don't believe it."

"Ta-da! Transform!"

Lin Lang took out a Hetian jade bracelet from his personal space and coaxed, "Baby, this is a treasure that came from the Tang Dynasty imperial palace. I'm giving it to you!"

"Wow!" Wang Xinling exclaimed, her eyes instantly lighting up as her gaze became excitedly fixed on the Hetian jade bracelet in Lin Lang's hand.

The jade bracelet was as smooth and lustrous as solidified fat, with a restrained warm white luster. It was delicate and lustrous, and after years of refinement, it exuded an elegant and noble charm. It was slightly cool to the touch but not icy, and one could tell at a glance that it was a rare treasure.

"Do you like it?" Lin Lang's voice was tinged with laughter.

Wang Xinling nodded emphatically, her cheeks flushed with excitement, and her voice was filled with joy: "I love it! This Hetian jade bracelet is so beautiful!"

Lin Lang took Wang Xinling's wrist and carefully slipped the jade bracelet onto her wrist.

The jade bracelet slid snugly across her slender, fair wrist, the size just right.

Wang Xinling raised her hand and gently shook it. The light penetrated the jade and reflected a soft halo on the bracelet, as if there was flowing light moving between the patterns, making her skin appear even whiter and more translucent.

A warmth filled her heart, and she tiptoed to give Lin Lang a quick kiss on the cheek, her voice soft and sweet: "Thank you, my husband, you're the best to me!"

Lin Lang raised an eyebrow, his fingertips tracing the spot where Wang Xinling had kissed him, and chuckled, "Are you still jealous?"

Wang Xinling covered the jade bracelet on her wrist, her eyes crinkling with a smile, and said, "I'm not jealous anymore!"

It's nice to have money!

In fact, when you have absolute economic power, making a woman happy is that simple.

Wang Xinling turned her loving gaze away from the Hetian jade bracelet, and couldn't help but smile, her eyes brimming with undisguised joy: "Come in quickly, husband, it's windy outside."

She took Lin Lang's hand and pulled him into the villa's first-floor lobby.

Lin Lang followed Wang Xinling's lead into the house, his gaze lingering on her for a long time, his amazement undiminished. He smiled and praised, "Baby, you look so beautiful today."

Hearing Lin Lang's praise, Wang Xinling's cheeks flushed again.

She lowered her head shyly, tightened her grip on Lin Lang's hand, and whispered, "I dressed up especially for our date."