Chapter 1247: Resurrecting Chu Tiannan, the real show is about to begin!

The first light of dawn peeked through the gaps in the curtains, casting dappled shadows on the floor.

Zhao Liying woke up in a familiar, warm embrace, the crisp scent of Lin Lang lingering around her nose, mixed with a faint smell of tobacco, which made her feel at ease.

Her eyelashes fluttered slightly as she slowly opened her eyes, her gaze falling on Lin Lang's smooth jawline, her fingertips unable to resist gently tracing its contours.

The tender moments of last night were still vivid in her mind, and her cheeks flushed uncontrollably. She snuggled closer to Lin Lang, like a lazy cat, lingering in this moment of tenderness.

The movement in his arms woke Lin Lang. His deep voice was hoarse from just waking up. He tightened his arms, pulling the other person closer: "Baby, why are you awake so early?"

Before Zhao Liying could answer, the alarm clock on the bedside table went off. She looked up at the alarm clock abruptly, her expression changing slightly.

Zhao Liying hurriedly sat up, supporting herself on Lin Lang's chest, her voice filled with urgency: "Oh no, I have to film today, and I need to get my makeup done early, or I'll be too late!"

Lin Lang chuckled, reached out and pinched Zhao Liying's flushed cheek, his eyes full of indulgence: "What's the rush? Stay with me a little longer."

"No, honey," Zhao Liying said, frantically searching for her clothes. "There are too many people on set, and being late would be bad for the environment."

She hurriedly put on her clothes, but as she turned around, Lin Lang grabbed her wrist.

Lin Lang sat up, stretched, revealing the outline of his muscular waist, and said in a casual yet doting tone, "Baby, shall I take you to the film set?"

Zhao Liying quickly waved her hand, pulling Lin Lang's hand away, and gently pulled the blanket up for him: "No need, my assistant Xiao Fang and the nanny are already waiting for me downstairs."

"Honey, you finally get to sleep in."

"Besides, if you drive me home, with so many people on set seeing us, who knows what kind of gossip will spread."

As she spoke, she leaned down and pecked Lin Lang on the lips, like a little fox stealing food, her eyes crinkling with a smile: "I'm leaving, husband, bye-bye!"

Before Lin Lang could respond, she quickly dressed and slipped out of the bedroom with light steps.

Lin Lang watched Zhao Liying rush off to the film set, recalling her gentleness and charm from the previous night, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

Lang Ge doesn't have the habit of sleeping in. After getting up, washing up, and changing his clothes, he prepares to go out.

Just then, a system notification sounded in his mind.

"Ding! Friendly reminder to the host: Today is the birthday of your wife, Chu Yiren. Don't forget to give her a surprise!"

"Uh... look at my brain, I'm only thinking about picking up girls all day, I almost forgot Miss Chu's birthday." Lin Lang slapped his forehead.

"She has everything she needs, so what gift should I give her?"

Just as Lin Lang was wondering what gift to give Chu Yiren, the image of his brother-in-law Chu Tiannan flashed through his mind.

"Have it!"

"I traveled back to the year 2000, before Chu Tiannan died in a car accident, and took him to the Tang Dynasty to give Yiren a surprise."

"If I buy another house for my brother-in-law in Chang'an, and then bring Zang Guoming back to the Tang Dynasty, wouldn't they be able to be together without fear of worldly opinions and without any worries?"

"I'm a fucking genius!"

After reciting the words, Lin Lang activated the [Space-Time Omnidirectional Mass Teleportation] skill with a thought, "Whoosh..."

The next second, Lin Lang appeared on the morning before Chu Tiannan's car accident.

Chu Tiannan was in the dining room of the Chu residence villa, elegantly eating a Western-style breakfast while listening to Zang Guoming's classic song "The Wind Continues to Blow".

Chu Tiannan's hand holding the knife trembled violently, and the silver knife clattered onto the polished marble tabletop with a jarring sound.

He stared at Lin Lang, who had appeared out of nowhere, and put his hand to his chest to catch his breath; his face had turned pale.

"Uh... Ah Lang?"

"Where did you come from? You scared me to death!"

Chu Tiannan unconsciously curled his pinky finger, his eyes wide, his tone full of shock: "What the hell is going on? How did you do that? You were standing in front of me in the blink of an eye, it scared the hell out of me!"

Lin Lang looked at Chu Tiannan in front of him—wearing a neatly pressed silk shirt, his hair combed meticulously, even his posture while eating breakfast exuded his usual elegance, overlapping and separating from the image in the black and white photograph in his memory.

Despite having mentally prepared himself beforehand, Lin Lang's eyes still welled up uncontrollably when he actually saw the living, breathing Chu Tiannan. He sniffed, but a smile played on his lips, his voice tinged with a barely perceptible sob.

"Brother Nan, it's been a long time."

Chu Tiannan was even more confused. He frowned and picked up a napkin to wipe his mouth: "What do you mean, 'long time no see'?"

"Didn't we just see each other a couple of days ago? Are you still half asleep? Or did you drink too much last night and black out?"

Little did Chu Tiannan know that for Lin Lang, the vibrant face before him had been shrouded in obscurity for six years.

Lin Lang didn't explain. He simply pulled out a chair opposite him at the table and sat down, smiling as he pointed to the plate: "Perfect timing, Brother Nan. I haven't had breakfast yet. I'll have some with you."

Chu Tiannan was about to ask the servant to make Lin Lang a new breakfast.

Lin Lang waved his hand and said, "No need to trouble yourself. There's some leftovers from Yiren. I don't mind." He then picked up the knife and fork that Chu Yiren had used, forked the remaining half of the steak on the plate, cut off a piece, and put it in his mouth.

Chu Tiannan's eyelids twitched as he looked at her. He was about to speak when he suddenly remembered something and his tone became urgent: "By the way, A Lang, didn't you and Yi Ren agree to go to the Civil Affairs Bureau to get your marriage certificate today?"

"Yi Ren dressed up so beautifully today and left home in high spirits a long time ago. Why are you still here leisurely eating breakfast?"

Lin Lang paused in cutting the steak, then looked up with a deeper smile: "Brother Nan, you don't know, my son and daughter with Yiren are almost five years old now, and the two little ones are incredibly cute."

"Huh?" Chu Tiannan almost dropped his coffee cup, his eyes wide as saucers. "Ah Lang, are you still half asleep?"

"You and Yiren agreed to get your marriage certificate today! Where did these two children come from? And they're almost five years old?"

Lin Lang swallowed the steak in his mouth, looked up at Chu Tiannan, and said, his eyes devoid of any joking tone, "There are some things I might not believe if I tell you now..."

Before he could finish speaking, Chu Tiannan interrupted Lin Lang with a frown, the coffee spoon in his hand tapping lightly against the rim of the cup: "What is it?"

"Ah Lang, explain yourself clearly! I don't understand at all!"

"Your and her child? Where did they come from? They couldn't have just crawled out of a rock like Sun Wukong, could they?"

Lin Lang took a deep breath, his gaze as deep as a stone soaked in water: "Brother Nan, to be honest, I traveled back from 2006."

"Huh?" Chu Tiannan looked as if he had heard something unbelievable, and the muscles at the corners of his mouth stiffened.

"Ah Lang, what are you saying? You're acting so strangely today. Do you have a fever?" He reached out to touch Lin Lang's forehead.

Lin Lang gently turned his head away, lowering his voice even further, with an undeniable certainty.

"Brother Nan, actually you died in a car accident more than six years ago. Today, I have traveled back in time to save you."

Chu Tiannan's smile vanished instantly. He put down his coffee cup, took out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and spoke with an incredulous panic.

"Ah Lang, stop fooling around... I know you write novels and have a rich imagination, but you can't joke like that. What new creative inspiration have you come up with this time?"

"Do you want to write a new time-travel novel like 'A Step into the Past'?"

“I’m not joking, Brother Nan, I’m telling the truth.”

"Six years ago today, after you finished this breakfast, the driver was going to take you back to the Truman Group headquarters. There was a car accident on the way, and you died on the spot."

Chu Tiannan's handkerchief fell to the table with a "thud." He stared blankly at Lin Lang, all his earlier mockery and doubt gone, leaving only astonishment and a barely perceptible tremor on his face.

"Ah Lang...you're not kidding me? What you said...is true?"

Lin Lang nodded vigorously, his tone serious: "Brother Nan, we've known each other for so long, when have I ever joked with you like this?"

Chu Tiannan opened his mouth, his Adam's apple bobbed a few times, and it took him a while to find his voice.

"But Ah Lang, what you're saying is too sci-fi... How can you prove that you really traveled back from six years in the future?"

Lin Lang didn't speak, but with a thought, he took out several thick photo albums from his personal space.

He pushed the photo album in front of Chu Tiannan: "Brother Nan, look, these are all photos of me and Yiren later on—our wedding, the birth of our two children, the two little ones' one-month-old photos, 100-day photos, and some everyday family photos of Yiren and the children."

Chu Tiannan practically snatched the photo album, his fingers trembling as he turned to the first page.

The first thing you see is a photo of Lin Lang and Chu Yiren in wedding attire, with the background showing them exchanging rings in a church. The two in the photo are smiling broadly.

He looked up at Lin Lang abruptly, then looked down and flipped through the pages. The next page showed a nursery with two wrinkled newborns lying in swaddling clothes. The signs next to them read "Lin Haotian" and "Lin Zhiyi".

As you turn the pages, you see the two little ones go from taking their first steps to being nearly five years old. Every photo features Lin Lang and Chu Yiren; some photos are taken at the Chu residence, while others show them in ancient costumes at the imperial mansion in Chang'an, Shanghai.

Chu Tiannan's hand froze completely, and the photo album slipped from his grasp, slamming onto the dining table with a "thud".

He stood there with his mouth agape, unable to utter a single word for a long time. Shock surged through his eyes like a tidal wave, leaving only disbelief on his face.

"Ah Lang, am I really dead? And have I been dead for six years, for you and Yiren?"

Lin Lang nodded, his eyes reddening, and said, "Yes, Brother Nan, every year on the anniversary of your death, I accompany Yiren to your grave to pay my respects. Yiren always cries her heart out."

Upon hearing this, Chu Tiannan's eyes reddened, and he asked in a choked voice, "How has Zang Guoming fared in the six years since I died?"

Lin Lang replied with a heavy heart, "After you, Brother Nan, passed away unexpectedly in a car accident, Brother Ming and Wang Yuyan came to attend your funeral in person. Brother Ming even suggested that he would like to visit your bedroom and study at the Chu residence."

“I took the initiative to personally bring Ming-ge and Wang Yu-yan back to the Chu residence and show them your bedroom and study. That day, Ming-ge’s heart was broken.”

"Perhaps the person who is most heartbroken about your unexpected passing, Brother Nan, is Brother Ming, besides Yi Ren."

Upon hearing this, Chu Tiannan burst into tears, his body trembling as he raised his hand to cover his mouth and asked in a sobbing voice, "And then what happened?"

Lin Lang sighed and said, "Later, Ming Ge suffered from depression and committed suicide by jumping off a building on April Fool's Day, three years after your death."

Chu Tiannan felt as if Lin Lang's words were like needles chilled to ice, piercing his ears and running down his bloodstream to his heart.

He was jolted, as if gripped tightly by an invisible hand, and froze in place, forgetting even to breathe.

The next second, Chu Tiannan suddenly raised his hand to cover his mouth, pressing his fingertips firmly against his lips, as if trying to force back the sob that was about to escape his throat.

But his body trembled violently uncontrollably, his shoulders shaking like leaves in the autumn wind, causing the table to sway gently.

Tears welled up without warning, streaming down my face, splashing onto the back of my hand, soaking my clothes, leaving them icy cold.

He could clearly feel his heart being gripped tightly by a hand, the pain almost suffocating him, each contraction accompanied by a suffocating, sharp pain.

This feeling is like losing something more important than life itself; there's an emptiness inside.

His other hand gripped the edge of the table tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force, as if he were digging into the wood.

Chu Tiannan tried his best not to cry out, but his tense back, trembling fingertips, and the suppressed gasps that escaped from between his fingers all screamed out the unspeakable pain.