Chapter 565 Miss Han Amazed the Time

Han Zaiyin's eyes were filled with tears. She bit her lower lip with her pearly teeth and said aggrievedly, "Husband, you always say you love me, but you don't even want to give me the title of the third wife. It really makes me sad." As she spoke, tears rolled down her cheeks.

Lin Lang's eyes were full of pity. He gently wiped away her tears with his slender fingers, and a gentle smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Why would you be reluctant?"

"My little fool, I just didn't expect that you would resort to the tactic of inflicting pain on yourself."

Han Zaiyin's eyes sparkled with tears, and the corners of her mouth slightly raised: "You can trick me, but I can't trick you too?"

Lin Lang replied lovingly: "Okay, okay, I am willing to be trapped by you for the rest of my life."

Han Zaiyin felt warm at heart after hearing this, and said coquettishly with tears in her eyes and a smile: "Then I want a hug."

Lin Lang hugged Han Zaiyin tightly in his arms without hesitation, as if he wanted to merge her into his body.

Han Zaiyin pressed her cheek against Lin Lang's chest, whispering softly but firmly: "Husband, in this life, I am yours in life and your ghost in death."

"I will follow you through life and death. If you want to get rid of me, even if I turn into a wronged ghost, I will never leave you even a step."

Lin Lang's body stiffened slightly, then he patted her back and said softly, "Wife, don't say such scary words. Don't worry, I will never abandon you."

"Besides, after today, you will be pregnant with our baby. I can't wait to spoil you. Don't worry about gains and losses or have wild thoughts."

Han Zaiyin burst into laughter, her eyes full of sweetness and happiness: "Husband, I love you deeply. You are my warm support in this cold world. Without you, life will lose its color. Even if I have good painting skills, it will lose its meaning."

Lin Lang's heart seemed to be gently brushed by a feather, and warmth flowed slowly. His arms unconsciously tightened a little, as if he wanted to use his arms to build a solid harbor for Han Zaiyin to protect against all the wind, rain and loneliness in the world.

"Wife, I'm going to take you to do something now. Hurry up and get dressed, and follow me." Lin Lang said, loosening his arms.

Han Zaiyin asked curiously, "Husband, what are you taking me to do?"

Lin Lang said seriously, "Today, squad leader Bai Mengfan called me and said that during an interview, he accidentally discovered an 8-year-old boy named Ding Xiaoqiang who was suffering from advanced leukemia."

"This kid is my loyal boxing fan. He especially loves to watch my Sanda matches. His biggest wish is to become a boxing champion like me when he grows up."

"But now the child has reached the final stage of life. His bone marrow has become necrotic and he has completely lost his hematopoietic function."

"Bai Mengfan begged me to fulfill Xiaoqiang's dying wish, to let him see me in person and touch my fighting championship gold belt."

"I hope that you, as my girlfriend, will accompany me to visit Xiaoqiang, give him some warmth and comfort, and help him fulfill his dying wish."

After hearing this, Han Zaiyin's heart suddenly tightened. She felt pity for Xiao Ding and Xiao Qiang's fate, but she couldn't help but admire Lin Lang a little more. She responded readily: "Okay, husband, I'll go with you."

After saying that, Han Zaiyin hurriedly got up and put on her clothes.

The charming Han Zaiyin, while putting on stockings on her fair legs, exclaimed: "Husband, I never thought that you, a domineering president, would love your fans so much and be willing to fulfill the dream of a little fan who has leukemia."

Lin Lang's slender fingers skillfully buttoned his shirt, and his deep eyes revealed a hint of determination and warmth.

"In order to treat his illness, Xiaoqiang's parents have sold their house, spent all their savings, and even owed a lot of debt. This time I will go to the hospital to visit Xiaoqiang and donate 200,000 yuan in love relief funds to Xiaoqiang."

"At a time like this, being able to give something to Xiaoqiang may also help us accumulate blessings for our upcoming child."

Lin Lang did not mention that he wanted to use the [Healing Hands] skill to completely dispel the leukemia that was entangled in Ding Xiaoqiang, allowing that young life to break free from the shackles of illness and embrace a healthy future again.

Saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda.

How could Lin Lang, who dotes on his fans, watch helplessly as his loyal little fan lost his young life to leukemia?

After Han Zaiyin changed into a beautiful black dress, she walked up beautifully and gently adjusted Lin Lang's collar, her eyes full of love and admiration.

"Husband, I will fully support your kind act."

"I hope that for the rest of your life, no matter how the world changes, you can always keep this sincere heart."

“Even if you are in the world of fame and fortune, don’t be eroded by the temptation of money, the vanity of status, and the complicated emotions. Always maintain this shining kindness.”

Lin Lang's mouth corners raised, outlining a warm arc, and he gently held Han Zaiyin's white and warm little hand.

"Wife, don't worry."

"Although I don't dare to call myself a gentleman, I will never do those unkind acts when I am rich."

Han Zaiyin smiled gently and said, "Honey, what kind of gift should I prepare for Xiaoqiang?"

Lin Lang replied without hesitation: "It's up to you."

Han Zaiyin blinked her beautiful big eyes, tilted her head and thought playfully, then replied: "What Xiaoqiang needs most for treatment is money, so I will also bring 200,000 yuan in cash to donate to Xiaoqiang."

"It's rare that you, my wife, have done such a kind act. I will pay your share of the $200,000 donation."

Han Zaiyin refused after hearing this, saying, "How can that be possible? Since I am donating to Xiaoqiang, I must pay the 200,000 yuan myself. This is called one thing and one thing."

"Okay, honey. You're a wealthy woman anyway."

"This lady can make money with her pen, and the thing she has the least is money. The only thing missing in my life is you." Han Zaiyin smiled sweetly and kissed Lin Lang on the cheek.

After putting on their clothes, the couple walked out of the villa door hand in hand. The sunlight shone on them, as if giving a layer of golden glow to this pair of handsome men and beautiful women.

"Honey, should we drive your Lamborghini convertible to the hospital, or my Mercedes-Benz G?"

Lin Lang put on his sunglasses and replied cautiously: "Going to a place like the hospital where there are many people and eyes, my convertible sports car is too conspicuous, it's better to take your Mercedes-Benz G."

Han Jae-in put on LV sunglasses and said with a smile, "My convertible Mercedes-Benz G-Class is the only one in Shanghai. Wouldn't it be ostentatious to drive it to the hospital?"

Lin Lang said guiltily: "It's better for your car to appear in the hospital than for my car to appear in the hospital."

Han Zaiyin suddenly said, "Oh?"

"Honey, I understand. You're afraid that you'll be seen by those little fairies of yours in a Lamborghini convertible taking me to the hospital, right?"

Lin Lang had no choice but to reply: "Wife, you misunderstood. After all, I am a public figure now and I have fans. I just don't want to be photographed by paparazzi or fans."

"Hmph, well, you always manage to clear yourself with just a few words, so just drive my Mercedes-Benz G to the hospital." Han Jae-in pressed the car key to unlock the door.

After hearing this, Lin Lang just smiled, then opened the door of the Mercedes-Benz convertible Brabus G500 and sat in the back seat.

"Honey, which hospital is Xiaoqiang hospitalized in?" Han Zaiyin opened the car door and sat in the driver's seat.

Lin Lang replied: "Tongji Hospital in Haikou."

"Okay." Han Jae-in started the Mercedes-Benz G-Class with one click and slowly drove away from Han's villa.

On the bustling streets of the millennial Shanghai, Han Jae-in made a stunning appearance driving a convertible Mercedes-Benz G-Class, like a lively landscape.

Han Jae-in's bright smile bloomed on her delicate face. Even sunglasses could not block the star-like light in her eyes, which revealed her agility and intelligence.

The exquisite shoulder-length hair flutters freely in the wind, just like the lively ink rhythm dancing in the wind, showing Han Zaiyin's unrestrained and free soul.

She has a graceful figure, elegant and confident temperament. While enjoying the fun of driving, she is free and easy and calm.

Han Jae-in exudes the fragrance of art, making people unforgettable at first sight, whether in the noisy world or in the quiet time.

The local FM music broadcast program in the car radio was playing one of the most beautiful excerpts from classic Shanghai opera, "Arhat Money - Memories".

Lin Lang sat in the front seat of the car, looking at Han Zaiyin who was driving the Mercedes-Benz G-Class with one hand while humming Shanghai opera elegantly, and couldn't help but admire him in his heart.

There is such a charming and talented woman in this world, just like a muse walking out of a painting, fascinating and intoxicating.

Miss Han's beauty is very unique, which is related to her talent and her profession as a beautiful painter.

After all, Han Zaiyin's grandfather was a master of traditional Chinese painting. She was born into a scholarly family, and the temperament of a lady from a famous family in Shanghai was innate.

The wind blew gently outside the car window, and the classic Shanghai opera melody of anti-yin and yang flowed between Han Zaiyin's lips and teeth, like the singing of a nightingale or the gurgling of a clear spring in the mountains.

Han Jae-in grasped every note just right, either gentle or passionate, and the delicate emotions were spread layer by layer in the melody. The delicate and graceful parts seemed to be telling stories of the past, gripping the heart and leaving a lingering aftertaste.

Lin Lang, who was sitting in the back seat of the car, was instantly attracted by Han Jae-in's singing, his eyes full of intoxication and amazement.

It is no exaggeration to say that Han Zaiyin, who was driving, just casually hummed a short piece of Shanghai opera, but he sang out the flavor of Li Hai.

Han Zaiyin's slow and steady melody made Lin Lang feel that everything around him became blurry, and only the melodious song kept echoing in his mind.

After the song ended, Lin Lang was still immersed in it. It took him a long time to come back to his senses. He couldn't help but exclaimed: "Wife, you sing Shanghai opera so beautifully. You don't look like an amateur at all. You are simply at the level of a professional Shanghai opera actor!"

Han Zaiyin drove while looking at the road ahead, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, a hint of pride on his face.

"Hubby, you may not know this, but my grandmother Shi Yunqiu was a famous star in the Shanghai opera world. She founded the Shi School of Shanghai opera."

"My grandmother was well-known in the early years of her career for playing the roles of noble ladies and resentful ladies in the boudoir. She was a famous Shanghai opera performer!"

When Lin Lang heard this, his eyes widened with surprise and curiosity, and he couldn't help but blurt out: "Oh my God, I didn't expect that Xia Country's famous Shanghai Opera master Shi Yunqiu is actually your grandmother?"

Han Zaiyin smiled with a hint of pride and replied, "Yes!"

"I was brought up by my grandmother since I was young. Her obsession and love for Shanghai opera was like a fire that warmed me and ignited my interest in Shanghai opera."

"When I was a child, my grandmother taught me to sing Shanghai opera with great care, carefully studying every word, every frown and every smile. Under her guidance, the charm of Shanghai opera has long been integrated into my blood."

"Perhaps it is because I have been immersed in my grandmother's artistic brilliance for a long time and have been influenced by her that I have developed an indescribable love for Shanghai opera."

"Besides, I was lucky enough to inherit my grandmother's good voice, so when I sing Shanghai opera, it naturally has some flavor."

Upon hearing this, Lin Lang couldn't help but exclaimed: "Wow, I'm so surprised to learn that the famous Shanghai opera star Shi Yunqiu is your grandmother. Honey, you really were born into a famous family!"

Han Jae-in chuckled and said, "Yes, but I inherited more of my grandfather's talent for art."

"Compared to standing on the stage and singing Shanghai opera, I prefer to paint quietly by myself."

"So, I have never been a professional Shanghai opera singer. I only sing a few lines in my spare time or when I miss my grandma. It can be regarded as a way to express my emotions."

After hearing this, Lin Lang said arrogantly: "Wife, you can't waste your good voice for singing Shanghai opera."

"We at Wheatfield Music Company have released a music album for you, covering the classic Shanghai opera works of grandma during her lifetime. This will not only awaken the audience's memory of Shi Yunqiu, a famous Shanghai opera star, but also leave you a Shanghai opera album in memory of grandma."

"When our children grow up, they can know how well their mom sang Shanghai opera when she was young. It really kills three birds with one stone!"

When Han Jae-in heard this, her hands holding the steering wheel trembled slightly, and a bright smile instantly bloomed on her face. That joyful smile was very healing.

"Really hubby?"

Han Zaiyin tilted his head slightly, looking at Lin Lang in the passenger seat with sparkling eyes.