Chapter 562 Today is my fertile period

After summoning invisible clone No. 5 and skillfully taking over the job of driving the yacht, the main body Lin Lang, who was in the yacht's cockpit, was about to go to the deck to find Mu Xueman and Pan Xiaoting when suddenly a system prompt sounded in his mind.

Ding! The universal entry system prompts: "Something big has happened..."

It turned out that after Lin Lang used the [Healing Hands] skill to heal Han Zaiyin's broken personality, Han Zaiyin's oil painting style underwent a drastic change.

Han Jae-in, a talented and beautiful painter who once had a unique style, is now in the basement studio of her villa, crying in front of her paintings in a new style.

Lin Lang was startled when he received the system prompt and quickly looked at the clone monitoring system.

Through the perspective of Lin Lang, the third clone, he and Han Zaiyin were sitting opposite each other in the basement studio of Han's villa, creating oil paintings for each other.

Han Zaiyin, painted by avatar No. 3 Lin Lang, is playful, cute and beautiful.

Although Lin Lang in Han Zaiyin's painting is sunny and handsome, it is completely different from her previous style. The brushstrokes, colors, and composition all seem to be painted by a different person.

Han Zaiyin looked at her oil painting which had suddenly changed in style, tears burst out like a flood. Her body was shaking uncontrollably, and she held her head in her hands with a look of shock on her face.

Han Zaiyin's eyes were wide open, staring at his own oil painting in front of him, his eyes full of fear and strangeness, as if he had seen a ghost.

The once familiar brushes and colors have now combined into a style that Han Jae-in cannot understand or accept at all. This style is like an unbridgeable gap, completely separating her from her past self.

"Oh my God!"

"Why did my painting style suddenly change?"

"Woooo..."

"This is not my style of painting. This is not the style I want to compose!"

AI generates a picture of Han Jae-in

"Woooooooo..."

Avatar No. 3, Lin Lang, stood by, his face full of worry and pity. He slowly squatted down, gently held Han Zaiyin's hands, trying to convey a little comfort with his warm palms.

"There's nothing wrong with changing your painting style. It's just a new attempt. Different moods, life experiences and growth will all change a painter's art style!"

Although clone No. 3 Lin Lang's voice was low and gentle, and he kept comforting Han Zaiyin, Han Zaiyin was still very devastated and kept wiping away tears and crying.

"That being said, my painting style has changed too quickly, hasn't it?"

"When I was painting this morning, my style didn't change. How come after I ate a Western meal you cooked, my style changed so much that I can hardly recognize my own paintings?"

Han Zaiyin looked at clone No. 3 Lin Lang with grievance. The look of astonishment and confusion in his eyes was heartbreaking.

Lin Lang never imagined that he secretly cured Han Zaiyin's broken personality psychological problem and unexpectedly changed Han Zaiyin's painting style.

Seeing this, Lin Langzhong realized that while he made Han Zaiyin more sunny and mentally healthier, his oil painting style was no longer gloomy and cold, and the sudden change in style was visible to the naked eye.

Because it takes more than three hours of sailing from the Bund Yacht Wharf through the Yangtze River estuary to the target fishing spot near the coast of Lihai.

So, Lin Lang immediately concentrated his mind and instantly transferred his main consciousness to occupy clone No. 3.

In the yacht cockpit, No. 5 Lin Lang, who was driving the yacht, lifted his invisibility and appeared on the yacht in place of the main body Lin Lang to avoid being exposed.

In the blink of an eye, the main body Lin Lang disappeared from the cockpit of the luxury yacht and switched to clone No. 3, appearing in the studio in the basement of Han's villa.

Lin Lang hugged the crying Han Zaiyin into his arms, gently stroked her shoulders, and comforted her distressedly: "Don't cry, my dear, your painting style has just changed, not your painting skills have regressed."

"You are still that talented and beautiful painter, but you can now paint in a sunny style. Your new oil painting style really makes my eyes light up!

Although Han Zaiyin's crying did not stop immediately, her trembling seemed to be slightly alleviated under Lin Lang's comfort. The emotional collapse seemed to be temporarily restrained by this gentle comfort and no longer continued to spread.

Han Zaiyin raised her head slightly, looked into Lin Lang's eyes and said weakly: "Husband, are you saying that the oil paintings I created with my new art style are not ugly?"

Lin Lang replied truthfully: "It's more than not ugly, dear, your painting style has been completely transformed."

"Look at the colors used in this oil painting. They are bright and vivid. Every stroke is like a jumping note, playing a positive melody."

“It is no longer your previous gloomy and dark painting style, but is overflowing with vigorous vitality, as if it can sweep away the haze deep in the viewer's heart and give them courage and hope. This is a kind of artistic power with powerful appeal.”

After hearing this, Han Zaiyin blinked her tears and asked doubtfully, "Really? Husband, you can't lie to me."

Lin Lang raised his hand and gently wiped away the tears from Han Zaiyin's eyes. His eyes were full of doting and determination. He replied gently, "How could I lie to you?"

"From a technical perspective, the oil painting of the portrait you created for me, my wife, has a flexible brushstroke and a delicate composition that complement each other perfectly."

“The lines flow naturally and smoothly, and the layers of the picture are richer and clearer, presenting a unique texture that is majestic yet delicate and gentle as a whole.”

“This is not just a change in style, but also a qualitative leap in your painting realm, which has raised your oil painting level to an unprecedented height and dimension.”

Han Zaiyin stopped crying after hearing this, but still said with a hint of uncertainty: "Husband, are you telling the truth?"

Lin Lang replied without hesitation: "Of course it's true!"

"My dear, you know that I have some accomplishments in oil painting. I can accurately judge the quality and potential of an oil painting. Do you agree with this?"

Han Zaiyin blinked her tears and replied, "Your oil painting skills are not inferior to mine. I admit that."

I believe that your fans who have always supported you will be shocked by your new style when they see your new works, and will be even more in love with you and crazy about you, which will brighten up the entire art world."

Lin Lang continued, “Your new style of painting is like the first ray of light that breaks through the clouds at dawn. It will surely dispel all doubts and gloom, and push your painting career all the way to a new height of artistic excellence.”

Han Zaiyin burst into laughter after hearing this: "Hubby, I still can't believe it. You didn't say that on purpose just to coax me, did you?"

Lin Lang shook his head slightly, a confident arc appeared on the corner of his mouth, he held Han Zaiyin's shoulders with both hands, and said solemnly: "Baby, time will prove everything."

"Your talent combined with this new style of painting will surely create a huge wave in the art world."

“Why don’t you create more oil paintings in a completely new style and hold a small solo exhibition of the new style in your gallery, showing these paintings full of positive energy and vitality to the public, so that everyone can intuitively feel your amazing transformation in painting art.”

"By then, you will surely receive endless praise and admiration. Just wait for your moment of glory."

As Han Zaiyin listened to Lin Lang's words, a spark of hope gradually ignited in her eyes, and she began to look forward to the upcoming new chapter of art.

"Honey, I just saw my new painting style and I felt like the sky was falling. Thank you for your affirmation and encouragement, which gave me the courage to accept my new painting style."

"whee……"

Han Zaiyin threw herself into Lin Lang's arms again, feeling his love and warmth.

Lin Lang hugged Han Zaiyin tightly, stroked her beautiful back, and comforted her gently and domineeringly: "Little fool, don't be afraid of anything. Even if the sky falls, your husband will support it."

Han Zaiyin snuggled tightly in Lin Lang's warm and solid arms. Her pink little mouth pouted slightly and she muttered softly, "This is really too weird."

"Look, my painting style has been very stable for many years, but today, after just eating a Western meal you cooked, my painting style changed so much that I was shocked myself."

"Honey, you didn't drug me in the food?"

Lin Lang listened to Han Zaiyin's words, and a hint of subtle cunning flashed in his eyes. He gently stroked Han Zaiyin's shoulders and lied seriously: "Baby, have you ever thought that this might be the magic of love?"

"Since we fell in love, it has been like a beam of light, shining into every corner of your heart, making your inner world colorful."

"So, your whole person becomes brighter and brighter, which is a good thing. It means that our love is making you better and better."

Han Zaiyin listened to Lin Lang's words, blinked doubtfully, buried her head in his arms, and said emotionally: "Husband, as long as I can be with you for the rest of my life, I am willing to give up my painting career and stay at home to take care of my husband and children."

After hearing this, Lin Lang felt a warm current in his heart, and his emotions surged and he could not control himself. He stared into Han Zaiyin's eyes, and the deep affection in her eyes seemed to drown her.

Then, Lin Lang gently held up Han Zaiyin's exquisite little face with both hands and kissed her without hesitation.

This kiss was as passionate as dry wood and raging fire.

Lin Lang's kiss was eager and affectionate, with a bit of dominance, yet hidden endless tenderness, as if he wanted to integrate Han Zaiyin into his life.

Han Zaiyin was a little dizzy by this sudden but affectionate kiss, her heart was pounding, her cheeks were flushed. She subconsciously grasped Lin Lang's white shirt with both hands, raised her head slightly to meet his kiss, and her breathing became rapid.

After a passionate kiss, Lin Lang looked at her with a burning gaze. He picked up Han Zaiyin and lifted her up with a sly smile on his face.

"Wife, today I will fulfill your wish. Let's make a baby and make our love complete."

Han Zaiyin was held in the arms of Princess Lin Lang, her face flushed with shame, and her voice was as soft as a mosquito: "Husband, I am in my fertile period today. I will really get pregnant without any protection."