Chapter 564: Mother's status depends on her son, Han Zaiyin rises to the top

Han Zaiyin gently slapped Lin Lang's hand away, her cheeks flushed, and she pretended to be angry: "Husband, can't you be serious for a while? This is about our baby's important matter."

Lin Lang smiled and held Han Zaiyin's hand, placing it on his chest: "Wife, babies are not made by chatting or talking on paper. Let's get straight to the actual part, okay?"

After hearing Lin Lang's words, Han Zaiyin's cheeks became even hotter. She gave Lin Lang a shy look, but her eyes and eyebrows were full of charm.

"My dear, I am ready to be a mother. Now it all depends on your ability, hehe..."

Han Zaiyin bit her lower lip with her pearly teeth, her eyes full of tenderness and a hint of shyness, and gently pressed her lips against Lin Lang's lips.

For a moment, the air in the room seemed to be ignited and the temperature rose rapidly.

Han Zaiyin's initiative made Lin Lang overjoyed. He hugged Han Zaiyin tightly and deepened the kiss.

Han Zaiyin's hands gently shuttled through Lin Lang's hair, and her body unconsciously moved closer to him. Lin Lang's hands slowly wandered on her back, feeling the warmth and tenderness of her skin.

Lin Lang looked at Han Zaiyin, who was shy and affectionate in front of him, his heart filled with emotion and love, and he tried his best to fulfill Han Zaiyin's beautiful wish of becoming a mother.

The room was filled with an ambiguous and happy atmosphere. They were looking forward to the arrival of a new life together and were immersed in this beautiful world of two.

At this moment, love and desire are intertwined.

They were immersed in this charming atmosphere, looking forward to the sprouting of new life, and greedy for the tenderness and affection given to each other. They only wished that time would stop and turn this beautiful moment into eternity.

An hour later.

Han Zaiyin panted and struggled slightly from Lin Lang's embrace, her starry eyes half-closed, with a bit of confusion and charm, she whispered: "Hubby, I'm so hot!"

"Go check if the air conditioner is broken. Why isn't it cool?"

Lin Lang gazed at the shy and charming Han Zaiyin affectionately, and gently embraced her in his arms again: "Wife, it's not that the air conditioner is not cooling enough, it's that you are too emotional, hehe..."

Han Zaiyin's cheeks flushed, her eyes flashing with shyness and anticipation, and she said in a tender voice: "Hubby, don't you always claim to be the all-knowing Lin Banxian?"

"Then please use your magical powers to help me calculate whether I am pregnant with our baby or not?"

Lin Lang's lips curled up in a doting arc, his eyes full of tenderness and love.

Lin Lang deliberately cleared his throat, and pretended to stretch out his right index and middle fingers, gestured in the air a few times, and muttered: "Well, let me calculate it carefully..."

"This is a mysterious secret, but since you are my dear wife, I will just count on my fingers."

Han Zaiyin raised his head slightly and looked at Lin Lang intently. The tension and anticipation in his eyes became more and more intense, and his breathing unconsciously became rapid.

Lin Lang couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, revealing a sly smile. He gently pinched Han Zaiyin's cheek with his fingers and said, "Wife, it's only been a while, how can you calculate it so quickly?"

Han Zaiyin's cheeks were burning hot, like ripe apples, and she murmured softly, "Hubby, don't keep me in suspense, tell me now."

Lin Lang locked his eyes with Han Zaiyin's and said affectionately, "Wife, although it is still hard to be sure now, I have a strong feeling that the fruit of our love has quietly taken root in your belly."

"I can almost see that in the near future, you will be pregnant with your baby, with a happy smile on your face, and we will walk in the park together, feeling the rhythm of new life."

A hint of surprise flashed in Han Zaiyin's eyes. She bit her lip, lowered her head embarrassedly, and subconsciously stroked her lower abdomen with her hands.

"Honey, I really hope what you said is true."

"It's a pity. We are both public figures, and you don't give me a name. I don't believe you dare to take a pregnant me to the park for a walk!"

"Hmph..." Han Zaiyin pouted, pretending to be angry.

In order to make Han Zaiyin happy, Lin Lang had to compromise and said, "Okay, okay, honey, I won't keep you in suspense. Now I'll use another method to calculate whether you are pregnant with our baby."

Han Zaiyin's eyes lit up after hearing this, and she blinked her eyes and asked expectantly, "Husband, please tell me."

Lin Lang's hand gently stroked Han Zaiyin's lower abdomen, his eyes full of tenderness and love.

"Wife, I feel a magical force gathering here. Maybe our baby is on the way."

Han Zaiyin slapped his hand away and said coquettishly, "You are the only one who can talk nonsense, and I took it seriously."

"Wife, we are both in good health and at our best age. Today is your fertile period, so there is a high probability that you will get pregnant."

Han Zaiyin leaned in Lin Lang's arms, a happy smile on her face. She closed her eyes gently, as if she had already seen the warm picture of their future family of three.

"Honey, it's great to have you. I'm looking forward to our baby coming soon."

Lin Lang gently stroked Han Zaiyin's red face and gave her a gentle kiss on her forehead.

"Honey, don't worry, the baby is already in the early stages of development."

Han Jae-in giggled and said, "If I really get pregnant, you have to accompany me to all prenatal checkups, buy me all kinds of delicious food, and take time to tell stories to the baby during prenatal education."

Lin Lang nodded quickly, "Of course, I will also prepare a lot of toys for the baby to cultivate his intelligence from an early age."

Han Jae-in joked, "Just don't train him to pick up girls since he was young."

"Wife, you are so funny. Don't start picking up girls from an early age." Lin Lang laughed awkwardly.

Han Zaiyin rolled his eyes at Lin Lang, then narrowed his eyes and sneered: "Humph, it's not that I'm funny, it's that you're really fickle."

Lin Lang hugged the charming Han Zaiyin tightly, his chin gently resting on the top of her head, one hand gently stroking her back.

"My dear, I am a father now. If you want to save face, please stop making fun of me."

Han Zaiyin smiled and joked, "Okay, okay, the child's father wants to save face, so I won't mention his father's glorious deeds in front of the child, okay?"

Lin Lang said sadly: "Wife, you are mocking me again."

Han Zaiyin raised a sly smile and said, "Dad, you have to behave well. If the baby knows about his father's romantic affairs, I, as a mother, will have no way to deal with it."

Lin Lang said with a guilty conscience: "Those old things are long gone. Now my heart and eyes are filled with only you and the unborn baby."

Han Zaiyin raised an eyebrow, "Oh, that sounds nice, but what if I give birth to a boy who looks like you and falls in love early in the future?"

Lin Lang's eyes widened. "That won't do. I have to teach my baby to study hard from a young age. I can't let him follow my old path."

"Hubby, as long as the baby is healthy and happy, that's all that matters. But as a father, you need to be more focused."

"Of course not. When it's time to give out red envelopes during the Chinese New Year, all the concubines in the Lin residence, including the eldest, second, third, fourth, seventh, etc., will sit in a row. It will be embarrassing if the baby can't recognize all their names when greeting them."

"Uh... Honey, you're exaggerating. I don't have that many concubines!"

Han Zaiyin pouted slightly after hearing this, and asked playfully and cutely: "Then how many concubines am I now?"

Lin Lang stood up and changed the subject, "Wife, I have to pee urgently, so I need to get up and go to the toilet."

"No, you have to keep it in until you make yourself clear." Han Zaiyin pretended to be angry and pulled Lin Lang to stop him from getting up.

Lin Lang laughed and said, "Wife, the weather is great today. It's sunny outside. Can I go for a walk with you?"

"Humph, don't try to change the subject. Tell me which concubine I am."

Lin Lang counted with his fingers dejectedly, and when he failed to count with one hand, he began to count seriously with the second hand.

When Han Zaiyin saw this, she was so angry that she sat up from the bed and kicked Lin Lang under the bed. Lin Lang fell down and rubbed his butt and cried "ouch".

"Honey, why are you suddenly turning into a wild girlfriend? My butt has been broken into four pieces."

"Lin Lang, stop pretending to be pitiful in front of me. You are a three-way fighting champion who dominates the boxing world. I will just give you a light kick. It won't hurt you much."

After hearing this, Lin Lang chuckled, climbed back onto Han Zaiyin's bed, and said with a playful smile: "Wife, why are you suddenly angry?"

Han Jae-in was as angry as a little puffer fish and started crying in grievance, with tears falling down her face.

"You scumbag, even if Chu Yiren, the daughter of a wealthy tycoon, is the principal wife, and Zhou Mengyao, the daughter of a famous family, is the second wife, I was born in a scholarly family, and I am at least the granddaughter of a Chinese painting master. Can't I even get the status of the third wife in the Lin family?"

Lin Lang gently wiped Han Zaiyin's tears and said distressedly: Wife, I was just joking with you just now! How can I count how many concubines you are with my hands! "

Han Zaiyin looked pitiful, looking at Lin Lang's eyes with grievance, and asked in tears: "Then tell me the truth, which room am I in?"

Seeing Han Zaiyin crying so sadly, Lin Lang hurriedly comforted her with a smile: "Seven..."

When Han Jae-in heard the number seven, she immediately sat on the bed, twisted her body, and cried even louder.

"Lin Lang, you scumbag, I didn't expect that I was actually the seventh concubine, wuwuwu..."

Lin Lang quickly changed his words and said tentatively with a melancholy look: "Five..."

When Han Zaiyin heard the number five, she was so angry that she fell on the bed, hugged the pillow and cried loudly, even her body was shaking with sobs.

Helpless, Lin Lang could only change his words again, gently stroking Han Zaiyin's thin back, and replied with a bitter face: "Third room. Don't cry, dear, isn't it okay that you are the third room?"

Han Zaiyin sat up immediately after hearing this, wiping her tears while gently stroking her flat belly. She raised her eyebrows and snorted, "Baby, I have won you the position of the third son of the Lin family."

"This is the maximum benefit that I can get for you. I really don't have the ability to compete with your eldest aunt Chu Yiren and your second aunt Zhou Mengyao, so I can only let you become the son of the third wife of the Lin family!"

Lin Lang was stunned and asked in astonishment: "What's going on?"

"No way, Zaiyin, are you trying to put on a self-torture trick for me, crying to get ahead?" Lin Lang looked melancholy.

Han Zaiyin continued to stroke her flat belly and said with a giggle, "Husband, the baby has heard your promise that I would be the third wife of the Lin family. It's too late for you to regret it now."

"Uh...wife, you...I am really defeated by you." Lin Lang was speechless.