Chapter 767: In the name of love, embrace her

Lin Lang hugged Zhou Mengyao tightly, gently patted her back which was shaking with sobs, and gently comforted her: "Don't cry, honey, your crying makes me feel so sad!"

As soon as Lin Lang finished speaking, Zhou Mengyao's new round of sobs choked her throat, and she sobbed, "I don't know why, but my head is a mess. Many of the good memories with Dad have been shattered into pieces, and I can't put them together no matter how hard I try."

At this point, Zhou Mengyao's voice became more aggrieved, with a heartbreaking tremor.

Lin Lang felt distressed upon hearing this, and his eyes flushed.

He carefully tightened his arms, holding Zhou Mengyao in his warm embrace, and gently patted her back with his palms again and again.

"Good wife, don't cry."

Lin Lang's voice was low and gentle, with a reassuring power, and he comforted her distressedly: "There is a 'post-traumatic stress disorder self-protection mechanism' in psychology. When the brain can't bear the heavy emotions, it will instinctively choose to forget."

"Wife, you don't have to feel guilty just because you can't remember the memories of the deep love between father and daughter. This is your body protecting you."

Lin Lang explained that the tampering of Zhou Mengyao's memory caused Zhou Mengyao to selectively forget the good memories of her father as a self-protection mechanism of post-traumatic stress disorder, and his brain circuit shows that he has a high emotional intelligence.

After hearing this, Zhou Mengyao raised her eyes slightly, looked at Lin Lang with tears in her eyes, and choked up and said, "Really?"

Lin Lang held up Zhou Mengyao's tear-stained face, wiped away her tears with his fingertips, and comforted her softly: "Of course it's true."

"Selective amnesia is not your fault. It is the self-optimization and self-protection of your brain. Stop crying, honey. Be good and listen to me."

After saying that, Lin Lang lowered his head and placed a kiss on Zhou Mengyao's tearful eyes.

After hearing this, Zhou Mengyao felt much calmer. It seemed that with Lin Lang's company, she felt very safe.

"Hubby, I'm lucky to have you, otherwise what would I do?"

Looking at Zhou Mengyao with tears in her eyes, Lin Lang's heart almost broke. He hugged Zhou Mengyao into his arms again and continued to comfort her softly.

"Wife, please stop making things difficult for yourself. Master certainly doesn't want to see you so sad. He is living a good life in heaven now. Seeing you safe and happy every day is his greatest wish."

"Believe me, once you've adjusted your state and slowly come out of the pain of losing your father, those beautiful memories of the deep love between father and daughter will naturally return."

Zhou Mengyao snuggled in Lin Lang's arms, sniffed, and pursed her lips and muttered, "Really?"

Lin Lang replied confidently: "Of course it's true, I guarantee it."

"Hubby, I believe you." Zhou Mengyao adjusted her posture to make herself more comfortably nestled in Lin Lang's arms.

Lin Lang gently stroked Zhou Mengyao's smooth long hair and said earnestly: "When some things happen that are beyond our control, we must learn to let go and allow everything to happen."

“We must accept the separation and death in this world, accept all disappointments, and allow everything to go against our wishes.”

"All we can do is allow everything to happen, and then be brave enough to be ourselves. In the end, you will find that everything that happens is good for me. If it goes against my wishes, there must be other arrangements."

Lin Lang's words had some healing effect on Zhou Mengyao, but she still choked up after hearing it: "Allow, what a heavy word, but I can't let go of the knot in my heart about my father's accidental death, and I haven't had time to fulfill my filial piety yet."

Lin Lang continued to comfort her: "Silly wife, you are not filial enough? You are the pride of Master. Your birth has brought Master countless joy and happy moments."

"The master has a deep fatherly love for you. He does not ask for anything in return from you. He only wishes you well. He is in heaven. Seeing you dwelling on his death and in pain, the master would be more sad than you are."

"In order to prevent Master from worrying about you and feeling uneasy, you should also try your best to adjust your mood and feel better."

With Lin Lang's gentle comfort, Zhou Mengyao's sobs gradually turned into even breathing.

There were still undried tears hanging on her eyelashes, shining with tiny gleams in the dim light, but her frowned brows had slowly relaxed in Lin Lang's warm embrace.

Zhou Mengyao's fingers unconsciously tugged at the buttons on Lin Lang's shirt. After a long while, she spoke in a sullen voice, "Well, husband, I will listen to you. I won't be entangled anymore. I will allow everything to happen."

After hearing this, Lin Lang finally breathed a sigh of relief and gently kissed the top of Zhou Mengyao's head, as if a heavy burden had been lifted from his heart.

Zhou Mengyao snuggled in Lin Lang's arms. After she recovered from her grief, she asked in confusion, "Husband, how did you open the door from the outside when I locked it just now?"

Lin Lang lied perfunctorily, "I had a college roommate whose family inherited the art of lock picking and key making. I learned how to pick locks from my father and grandfather since I was a child. He taught me how to pick locks during college."

After hearing this, Zhou Mengyao slowly let go of Lin Lang and asked doubtfully, "Is this true?"

Lin Lang took off the small black hairpin that held her bangs from Zhou Mengyao's hair, shook it in front of her eyes, and replied with a smile: "If you don't believe me, lock the door again, and I'll use the hairpin to poke the door lock open and show you how."

"Okay, then unlock it for me." Zhou Mengyao first turned the door lock button, then took Lin Lang's hand and walked out of the room.

After closing the door, Zhou Mengyao stood outside the locked door, turned the door handle, and after confirming that the door was locked, she stood outside the door and said, "Okay, husband, open the door for me to see."

Under Zhou Mengyao's gaze, Lin Lang half-knelt in front of the door, holding the door handle with his left hand, and poked the keyhole a few times with the small black hairpin in his right hand.

With a "click" sound, Lin Lang used his mind power to open the door lock, but in Zhou Mengyao's eyes, it was Lin Lang who poked the door lock open with a small black hairpin.

Lin Lang opened the door again, looked at Zhou Mengyao with a gentle smile and said, "The door is open, honey, you should believe it this time, right?"

Zhou Mengyao opened her eyes wide, her face full of surprise, with a hint of admiration in her eyes.

"Wow, husband, you really can pick a lock. I didn't expect you to have this skill!" As she said that, she took Lin Lang's arm affectionately, and the gloom on her face seemed to fade a lot.

Lin Lang touched Zhou Mengyao's cute little head, secretly thanking himself for his mind power, but he kept saying, "I am not talented, I know a little bit about everything, a little bit, a little bit!"

Zhou Mengyao smiled again: "Hubby, you're pretending again."

Lin Lang chuckled and half-jokingly said to himself: "It's not my character not to pretend. All day long, I'm either pretending or on my way to pretend."

"Hehe..." Zhou Mengyao squinted her eyes and covered her mouth with her hands and smiled sweetly.

Seeing Zhou Mengyao with a sweet smile on her face again with his company, Lin Lang's mood also improved a lot.

"Wife, I didn't eat enough at night and I'm hungry now. Can you cook some instant noodles for me?"

Because Zhou Mengyao, the daughter of a wealthy family, only knew how to cook instant noodles, and if Lin Lang wanted to order other midnight snacks, Zhou Mengyao didn't know how to cook either.

Zhou Mengyao knew very well in her mind that Lin Lang saw that she had not eaten much for dinner and was afraid that she would be hungry at night, so he made the excuse that he was hungry and wanted her to cook instant noodles for him.

But she joked, "Hubby, I think you must have been tired and hungry after tossing yourself in Xueman's bed, right?"

Lin Lang raised his hand and scratched Zhou Mengyao's nose, pretending to be innocent and said: "Xue Man told me that you gave her the task, saying that you were having your period and it was inconvenient for her to comfort me on your behalf."

Zhou Mengyao pretended to be angry and pouted, saying, "Xue Man is not careful enough. She actually betrayed me."

Lin Lang smiled and said, "Xue Man is not betraying you. She wants me to know that you love me deeply and wants me to accompany you well and treat you better in the future."

Zhou Mengyao felt warm in her heart after hearing this, and she said with a giggle, "Xue Man and I are sisters, so you'd better not let Xue Man down, or I won't forgive you."

Lin Lang kissed Zhou Mengyao on the cheek, which tasted like the slightly salty taste of tears. Then he smiled and said, "In this world, only love and food are not to be wasted."

"Wife, I'm so hungry. Will you cook some instant noodles for me?" Lin Lang shook Zhou Mengyao's arm.

Zhou Mengyao had no resistance to Lin Lang's coquetry, and replied readily: "Okay, okay, I'll go downstairs and cook noodles for you now, okay?"

Lin Lang chuckled and said, "Then cook two servings and eat with me, okay? It's not pleasant to eat alone."

Zhou Mengyao was touched after hearing this, and couldn't hide her happiness and said, "You just wanted me to have a midnight snack, so you lied that you were hungry and wanted to eat noodles. Don't think I don't know."

Lin Lang smiled gently at first, then insisted that he was really hungry, and asked Zhou Mengyao to add two poached eggs to the instant noodles, one for each of them.

Zhou Mengyao no longer exposed Lin Lang's little thoughts. She took Lin Lang's arm intimately, slowly went down the spiral staircase, and came to the back kitchen of Zhou's house to start cooking instant noodles.

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Zhou Mengyao was standing in front of the stove cooking noodles, while Lin Lang was holding her and making trouble behind her. The laughter of the couple echoed in the kitchen, full of warmth and romance.

After a while, the instant noodles were cooked. Zhou Mengyao put the noodles into a bowl and carefully separated the poached eggs.

Lin Lang lowered his head and smelled the noodles, praising them, "Wow, the noodles my wife cooked are so delicious!"

"Honey, your expression is so exaggerated, your praise of me seems a little fake!" Zhou Mengyao said this, but she felt happy in her heart.

"Thank you, my wife, for cooking instant noodles for me. Let's go." Lin Lang smiled and placed two bowls of cooked instant noodles on the tray and brought them steadily to the restaurant of Zhou's villa.

The couple sat down at the dining table facing each other.

Lin Lang couldn't wait to pick up the chopsticks and took a bite, with a satisfied expression on his face: "Mm, it's delicious, my wife's cooking skills are great!"

Zhou Mengyao looked at Lin Lang wolfing down the food, and happily picked up her chopsticks to eat the steaming instant noodles.

When Lin Lang was eating instant noodles, he slurped them with an exaggerated expression and looked like he was enjoying the food so much. It seemed that he wanted to stimulate Zhou Mengyao's appetite in this way.

"Wife, the instant noodles you cook must be the most delicious in the world." While eating, Lin Lang did not forget to flatter Zhou Mengyao to make her happy.

Zhou Mengyao ate her noodles gracefully and said with a smile, "You are the only one who is so sweet. It's just instant noodles, how delicious can it be?"

Lin Lang smacked his lips and said intoxicatedly, "This is instant noodles cooked by the motorcycle goddess Zhou Mengyao. Apart from me, Lin Lang, who has the good fortune to eat it, no one else can even dream of the taste of love in this bowl of instant noodles."