Chapter 815: This damn broken feeling

That night.

Korean house villa.

The broken moonlight shines through the curtains onto the cashmere carpet in the bedroom.

The TV screen was shaking bluely, replaying the movie "Titanic". The wind was whistling at the bow of the ship, Jack and Rose opened their arms, their figures walking in the wind between the sea and the sky, as if they wanted to embrace the whole world.

Han Zaiyin, with tears on her face, sat on the head of the bed, pouting her lips as she tore open a bag of shrimp crackers, and the golden crumbs fell on her silk nightgown.

The salty and fishy smell of seasoning powder penetrated into her nasal cavity, causing her to sneeze slightly. Tears were still hanging on her eyelashes, like butterfly wings stuck to the rain.

Like many girls who overeat when they are sad, she wiped her tears while watching TV and eating puffed foods and various snacks.

When the ice cola poured down his throat, the carbonic acid bubbles exploded in his stomach, mixing with the half piece of cheesecake he had just swallowed, creating a sour and astringent taste.

Han Jae-in, who used to drink whenever she felt sad, could only vent her dissatisfaction with Lin Lang's fickleness by eating snacks because she was pregnant.

When the seventh bag of potato chips was opened, the plastic bag made a sharp tearing sound.

It started raining outside the window at some point, and the raindrops hit the bedroom window, making crackling sounds, which mixed with Han Zaiyin's crying, making her, who was already in a low mood, feel even more upset and depressed.

"Lin Lang, you bastard, you still don't come to comfort me, I think you don't love me at all!"

"I hate you!"

"Hmph, I won't like you anymore, woo woo..."

Han Zaiyin was seen condemning Lin Lang to herself while eating snacks in a depressed mood, with tears streaming down her cheeks in pairs.

As she cried, Han Jae-in gently stroked her belly and murmured tearfully, "Baby, Mommy is so sad!"

"Does your father not love your mother?"

"In the past, whenever I got angry, he would come over to cheer me up, but this time, I don't know where he went to fool around."

"Mom is so helpless right now. I'm so scared that your dad will change his mind and abandon us. Woo woo woo...

Han Zaiyin lay on the bed, hugging the pillow and crying. She cried so sadly and looked so pitiful that anyone who saw her would feel heartbroken.

Han Zaiyin was in an extremely depressed mood. Suddenly, she felt her stomach churning. She jumped out of bed barefoot, staggered into the bathroom, and vomited while grabbing the edge of the toilet.

After vomiting out all the puffed food she had just eaten, Han Zaiyin felt a little better.

But she also seemed to be hollowed out.

A distraught Han Jae-in stood in front of the sink, turned on the faucet, washed his face with cold water, trying to calm himself down.

When Han Zaiyin raised her head while holding the shampoo basin and looked at herself in the mirror, her eyes were as red as a rabbit's and her mascara was smudged into two gray-black clouds. It was a makeup that was smudged by tears and could not be washed off without makeup remover oil.

Tears mixed with water rolled down Han Zaiyin's face. In anger, she threw all the toiletries on the dressing table to the ground while crying.

After returning to the bedroom, Han Zaiyin once again started eating snacks in a huff. The puffed food made a hollow crisp sound between his teeth, like stepping on dead branches on the snow.

The packaging bags of puffed food made rustling sounds in the silence, like the convulsions of some small animal before death.

Han Jae-in grabbed the potato chips and stuffed them into her mouth. The salty and spicy seasoning powder made her eyes sore, and she couldn't tell whether it was because of the seasoning or the tears.

The rain outside the window was getting heavier and heavier as the score went on.

Han Jae-in curled up in bed, continuing to vent his depressed mood by overeating.

She kept stuffing shrimp crackers into her mouth, her salty tears flowing like a flood, she was so aggrieved that she couldn't stop crying.

"Lin Lang, you are such a big liar."

"You clearly said that you would love me forever and that I was the woman you loved the most, but where are you now? In the arms of another woman?"

"Woooo..."

Han Zaiyin grabbed the phone again and couldn't help wanting to call Lin Lang, but she felt that Lin Lang was the one at fault, so why should she beg her to accompany her.

The more I think about it, the angrier I get, and the angrier I get, the more wronged I feel.

Han Zaiyin couldn't stop crying, and the tissues she used to wipe her tears were thrown all over the floor, making a mess.

At this moment, the sound of leather shoes stepping on the wooden stairs and quickly going up the stairs reached Han Zaiyin's ears, causing her to stop sobbing immediately, and she subconsciously looked at the closed bedroom door.

Only Ma Yili and Lin Lang have the key to Han Zaiyin's house. Ma Yili is filming in Kyoto, so the only one who is hurrying upstairs is Lin Lang.

Sure enough, the bedroom door was pushed open suddenly, and Lin Lang's anxious figure appeared in the darkness.

Seeing Han Zaiyin with red eyes and tear marks on the bed, Lin Lang's heart suddenly tightened. His Adam's apple rolled, and he strode forward and stretched out his long arms to hug Han Zaiyin, who was sitting on the bed, into his arms.

"I'm coming, wife!"

The moment Lin Lang embraced her, Han Zaiyin cried even louder in grievance. Every sob of hers made Lin Lang feel extremely distressed.

"Don't cry, honey, it's all my fault!" Lin Lang rested his chin on the top of Han Zaiyin's head, his hand gently stroking her trembling shoulders, his voice filled with regret.

Han Zaiyin raised her red eyes, angrily pushed Lin Lang away, punched his shoulders with her little fists, and said in a crying voice: "Go away! Who asked you to come..."

"I, I don't like you anymore, you philandering scumbag!" Han Jae-in's tears fell down.

"Honey, please don't be sad, okay? Seeing you crying so sadly, my heart is about to break."

Lin Lang let Han Zaiyin beat him, and when her strength gradually weakened, he held her waist tightly again and pressed her tighter against his chest.

Han Zaiyin sobbed and said, "Go away, go away..."

"Wife, I won't leave. I'm not going anywhere." Lin Lang lowered his head and kissed away the tears on Han Zaiyin's cheeks.

Han Zaiyin looked at Lin Lang with tears in her eyes, her eyes full of grievance, and she pursed her lips and cried, "You big liar, you keep saying that I am your most beloved concubine, but in the end you got several women pregnant at the same time."

"I don't believe your lies anymore, woo woo..."

Lin Lang gently wiped Han Zaiyin's tears with his fingertips, and coaxed her distressedly: "Wife, be good, don't cry anymore, be careful not to get a miscarriage."

Han Zaiyin bit his trembling lower lip and cried, "You told me to be good, but you weren't good at all. You double-standard scumbag, I hate you!"

Lin Lang comforted her softly, "It's all my fault. I'm a bastard, isn't that enough? Don't be angry, honey. If you keep crying like this, you'll really get pregnant."

"Humph, are you feeling sorry for me, or for your child in my belly?"

"Wife, of course I feel sorry for you!"

Lin Lang hooked his fingers under Han Zaiyin's chin and lifted it up slightly, saying with a look of heartache: "My little crybaby is about to cry like a faucet, can we stop crying?"

Han Zaiyin suddenly took the initiative to kiss Lin Lang on the lips. Her action was full of ruthlessness, and tears were still condensed on her eyelashes, but she clenched the shirt on Lin Lang's back with trembling fingertips. The kiss was passionate and sour, as if she wanted to crush all the grievances in her heart into this kiss.

Lin Lang was stunned for a moment and then took the initiative to deepen the kiss, but when he kissed Han Zaiyin back, he suddenly groaned.

It turned out that Han Zaiyin bit Lin Lang's lower lip hard after a passionate kiss, causing Lin Lang's eyebrows to twitch in pain. He could only beg for mercy in a vague way, "Hiss... Honey, I was wrong... Can you let go?"

After Han Zaiyin let go, before Lin Lang could catch his breath, she bit Lin Lang's shoulder through his thin shirt, using this method to vent her dissatisfaction with Lin Lang's fickleness.

"Ouch... it hurts!" Lin Lang grimaced and hugged Han Zaiyin's waist tightly, tapping her back with his fingertips and begging for mercy: "Little ancestor, spare my life... you're going to bite through my shoulder!"

Han Zaiyin whimpered and let go. Her cheek rubbed against the wet teeth marks on Lin Lang's shirt. She glared at him with red eyes: "It hurts... If you dare to lie to me again, I will bite you every day and bite your face into a clown, so that you won't go out and fool around behind my back."

Lin Lang was still showing off his acting skills, grimacing in pain.

Han Zaiyin said coquettishly: "Don't act like that in front of me. You are a fighting champion, and it won't hurt that much if I bite you.

“Uh…” Lin Lang couldn’t pretend anymore and laughed awkwardly: “Wife, as long as you feel relieved and stop crying, you can bite me in any way you want.”

Han Zaiyin blinked her tearful eyes and met the indelible tenderness in Lin Lang's eyes. Her lips opened slightly, the accusatory words stuck in her throat, but she suddenly deflated when she touched the tenderness in Lin Lang's eyes.

Han Zaiyin cried and hugged Lin Lang tightly, saying in a sobbing voice: "You bastard, you dare to bully me like this just because I can't leave you."

Lin Lang gently stroked Han Zaiyin's thin back, comforting her again and again, and said distressedly: "Wife, you are my sweetheart, how can I bear to bully you?"

"Hmph, I'm not the only woman you love and cherish, so I don't believe what you say." Han Zaiyin's nasal tone was muffled, but she took the initiative to shrink into Lin Lang's arms.

"Wife, it doesn't matter how many women I have. What matters is that we love each other. We can't live without each other. We want to be together for the rest of our lives, right?"

Han Zaiyin choked up and said aggrievedly: "Of course I am determined to spend my whole life with you, but you got several women pregnant at the same time, which made me feel uneasy. Now I am so afraid of losing you!"

"Don't be afraid of your wife. You are my high school classmate. We have a foundation of love. What's more, you are pregnant with my baby. We love each other so much. We have already agreed that we will never break up!"

"Really?" Han Zaiyin raised her head slightly, and in the flickering light of the TV, she looked at Lin Lang's eyes, which were filled with a softness brighter than the stars.

Lin Lang replied with a solemn oath: "Of course it's true! You are the love of my life. Without you, my world will be dark."

"Hmph, you're trying to make me happy with sweet words again, but I won't fall for it!" Han Zaiyin said this, but she felt much better in her heart.

Seeing that Han Zaiyin's mood had stabilized a little, Lin Lang stroked her tear-stained face and said distressedly: "If you are unhappy or dissatisfied with me in the future, you must communicate with me. Don't keep your grievances in your heart, and don't lock yourself in the room, crying and overeating."

Han Zaiyin nodded with tears in her eyes, pouted her lips, and complained: "As long as you don't make me unhappy, I won't be so sad. It's all your fault."

"Okay, okay, my husband promises you that he will never make you sad again. My dear wife, I won't cry anymore!"

Han Zaiyin sniffed, leaned into Lin Lang's arms and said coquettishly: "Husband, you are everything to me. The baby and I can't live without you. You must do what you say."