Scumbag God, I can see the entry of desire.

At noon that day.

"Cheers, let's celebrate the housewarming!" The crisp sound of clinking glasses rang out in the villa restaurant.

The high-heeled glasses of Lin Lang, Li Moli and Zhang Qiaoyun gently collided with each other, and the freshly squeezed juice in the glasses rippled slightly, reflecting the light of the restaurant's crystal chandelier, flashing charming colors.

Below the three people's cups was a table full of sumptuous dishes.

16 delicious dishes are neatly arranged, like a gourmet feast.

The sea cucumber is stewed until it is soft and glutinous, and the soup is rich and mellow; the abalone has an attractive luster on the plate, and the sauce poured on it is fragrant; the hairy crab is red, and the crab shell is slightly open, as if telling of the deliciousness inside.

The shrimps are plump and firm, piled up like a small hill on the plate, and the shrimp meat is fresh pink.

The wild mushrooms flown in from Yunnan are stewed in chicken soup, and the aroma permeates the restaurant, making people salivate.

There are also various stir-fried dishes with both meat and vegetables, as well as exquisite cold dishes. Each dish embodies Lin Lang's care, and makes people's appetites grow just by looking at them.

Zhang Qiaoyun looked at the heartwarming scene in front of her, her eyes filled with relief.

Her eyes first fell on her daughter Li Moli.

At this moment, Li Moli's cheeks were flushed with happiness, there was always a sweet smile on the corner of her mouth, and there was a gleam in her eyes.

Looking at Lin Lang beside him, he was looking at Li Moli tenderly. The love in his eyes seemed to overflow, and the smile on the corner of his mouth never disappeared, full of doting.

"Mom, try this dish. Lin Lang made it so delicious!" Li Moli picked up a piece of wild mushroom with chopsticks and put it into Zhang Qiaoyun's bowl, her voice full of pride.

Zhang Qiaoyun smiled and nodded. She took a bite, and the fresh wild mushrooms spread in her mouth. The delicious broth instantly swept over her taste buds. "Mm, it's so delicious! Alang's cooking skills are amazing!"

Lin Lang smiled shyly, "Mom, as long as you and Jasmine like it."

As he spoke, he picked up another hairy crab, peeled the crab shell skillfully, carefully picked out the plump crab roe and crab meat, and put them into Li Moli's bowl, "Baby, try this crab roe, it's so fragrant."

Li Moli looked at the crab meat in the bowl, her eyes full of emotion. "Husband, you are so good to me." After that, she picked up a piece of crab meat and fed it to Lin Lang's mouth, "You eat too."

Looking at the sweet interaction between the young couple, Zhang Qiaoyun's mouth corners unconsciously curled up, and her heart was filled with joy.

She looked at Lin Lang, the child she had watched grow up, and now he had grown into such an outstanding and considerate man who took care of his daughter meticulously.

The little boy who used to be as naughty as a monkey in front of Zhang Qiaoyun can now cook delicious food for his lover in the kitchen and pamper his daughter Li Moli like a little princess in life.

Lin Lang picked up another shrimp that had been deveined in advance, quickly peeled the shell, and put the crystal clear shrimp meat into Li Moli's bowl, not forgetting to remind her, "Be careful, it's hot."

Li Moli nodded obediently, a happy smile on her face. She ate the shrimp peeled by Lin Lang one bite after another, and fed Lin Lang a bite of vegetables from time to time. The sweet atmosphere between the two seemed to infect everything around them.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Qiaoyun felt a warm feeling in her heart.

She thought of the difficult days her daughter had experienced, and her heart was filled with heartache.

Now, her daughter has found someone who truly loves and cares for her and is living a happy life. As a mother, she is happy from the bottom of her heart.

Lin Lang seemed to have noticed Zhang Qiaoyun as well. He smiled and picked up a shrimp, quickly peeled it, and put it into Zhang Qiaoyun's bowl. "Mom, you should eat more shrimp too, to supplement your nutrition."

Zhang Qiaoyun quickly thanked him, "Okay, okay, Alang, don't just take care of us, eat yourself too."

Lin Lang smiled and nodded, but his eyes could never leave Li Moli. Whenever he saw that there was less food in her bowl, he would immediately fill it up for her and carefully ask her if she liked it.

Li Moli would also pick up some food for Zhang Qiaoyun from time to time, and the family would chat and laugh happily at the table.

While enjoying the delicious food, Zhang Qiaoyun looked at the happy scene in front of her, feeling filled with emotion.

She looked at the eye contact between Lin Lang and Li Moli, which was a tacit understanding that could be understood without words.

Watching them casually holding hands and smiling, every detail reveals deep love.

She knew that her daughter had found her own happiness, and Lin Lang had also proved his love for Li Moli with his actions.

This lunch is not only a delicious experience, but also a testimony to the happiness of a family.

In this warm atmosphere, Zhang Qiaoyun felt full of warmth and happiness. She hoped that time could stay at this moment forever and let this beauty continue forever.

After lunch, Zhang Qiaoyun looked at the tenderness in the eyes of the two young men at the table and stood up with a smile.

"Alang, Jasmine, I'm a little tired. I'm going back to my room to rest. I won't be a light bulb and affect your sweet love."

"Mom, what are you talking about!" Two red clouds suddenly rose on Li Moli's cheeks. She reached out to pull the corner of her mother's clothes, but Zhang Qiaoyun gently patted the back of her hand.

"Mom is right!" Zhang Qiaoyun curled her eyes and shook her shoulders exaggeratedly. "Looking at you two being so sweet and loving gives me goosebumps all over my body."

Li Moli stuck out her tongue and smiled playfully.

Zhang Qiaoyun continued to laugh and joked, "Hey, you said you two grew up together and have known each other for so many years, and you're still so affectionate with each other. You've been playing together since you were little, and you haven't had enough fun together?"

Lin Lang wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin, a smile spreading across his eyes. The voice that escaped from his throat was so gentle that it could drip water: "Mom, the older I get, the more I realize how good Jasmine is."

"Now, I wish I could hold her in the palm of my hand, and think of ways to make her happy every day." Lin Lang said, and naturally reached out to tuck Li Moli's hanging hair behind her ear. When his fingertips brushed her hot earlobe, they both couldn't help laughing.

Zhang Qiaoyun looked at this scene and her eyes suddenly felt hot.

The little boy in her memory who chased after her daughter Li Moli every day was now protecting her precious daughter under his wings with the most appropriate tenderness.

Zhang Qiaoyun waved her hand in mock disgust, "Alright, alright, stop saying those cheesy things to me." Turning around, she quietly wiped her eyes and said, "You young people, stay put. I'm going to take a nap."

As soon as Zhang Qiaoyun's footsteps disappeared around the corner of the stairs, Li Moli immediately threw herself onto Lin Lang's shoulders, her voice muffled by his shirt: "It's all your fault. My mom even laughed at us for being so affectionate."

"How can you blame me? I can't help but love you." Lin Lang put his arms around Li Moli's waist, rubbed his chin against the top of her head, and the fragrance of jasmine shampoo lingered on his nose.

"Hubby, we're full now. Let's go for a stroll in the back garden downstairs."

"Okay, let's go!" Lin Lang took Li Moli's hand and walked out of the villa restaurant with her fingers interlocked.

In the guest room on the second floor, Zhang Qiaoyun leaned against the window, looking at her daughter and son-in-law who were walking hand in hand and sweetly in the garden downstairs, with a satisfied smile on her face.

Lin Lang was holding a freshly picked rose, and Li Moli tried to grab it with a smile, the curl of her hair was sweet.

"These two children have such a good relationship!" Zhang Qiaoyun murmured softly.

The wind outside the window blew through the treetops and drifted into the room with the sweet fragrance of roses. Zhang Qiaoyun gently drew the curtains, sat on the high-end massage chair, closed her eyes, and enjoyed the warm afternoon in her new home.

Lin Lang and Li Moli strolled along the garden path, the sunlight filtering through the rose trellis and casting mottled shadows on the ground.

Looking at the dancing light on the ends of Li Moli's hair, Lin Lang's throat rolled, and finally he couldn't help but hold her hand tightly: "Baby, I have good news to tell you."

"What's the good news, husband? Did your new book win another award?"

Lin Lang replied pretentiously, "Thanks to my efforts, Miss Chu has already recognized your status as the second wife."

Li Moli's steps suddenly paused, the rose in her hand trembled slightly, and a few petals fell to her feet.

Her almond-shaped eyes were filled with shock: "Husband, tell me again, what did you just say?"

Lin Lang raised the corners of his mouth gently, and held her shoulders with both hands. His voice was rare and serious: "I said, Yiren has recognized your status as the second wife."

"From now on, you don't have to be sneaky with me."

"From now on, you will have an official status in our Lin family. You can be written into the Lin family tree and buried in the ancestral tomb with me and Chu Yiren a hundred years later. Are you happy?"

Li Moli's eyes instantly became misty, and the fingers holding the flowers trembled slightly.

The next second, she suddenly threw the bouquet into the air and threw herself into Lin Lang's arms, jumping up and down excitedly: "Great! Great!"

Warm tears slid down her cheeks and wet Lin Lang's clothes. Li Moli bit her lower lip, choking with sobs and unable to utter complete sentences.

"Silly wife, why are you crying? This is a good thing." Lin Lang hugged Li Moli's trembling shoulders with heartache, and gently wiped the tears that kept flowing from the corners of her eyes with his fingertips.

Li Moli buried her face in Lin Lang's chest, her voice trembling with muffled voice: "Hubby, I know it's a good thing, but I really... I really can't believe it."

"When you kept me as your mistress, I always felt like a shadow that couldn't see the light. Now I finally have a legitimate status, hehe..." Li Moli raised her head, tears still hanging on her eyelashes, but her smile was brighter than the sun above her head.

Lin Lang scratched her red nose and said with a hint of teasing, "Besides, Yiren also said that she would hold a formal family dinner and invite you to the Chu residence to meet her family. You must offer her tea when the time comes."

"Hubby, I understand! I've seen it in TV dramas. During the Republic of China, the second wife had to offer tea to the first wife when she entered the house!"

Li Moli's eyes sparkled as she suddenly clenched Lin Lang's arm, her tone so firm it made people feel distressed. "As long as Chu Yiren acknowledges my status as the second wife, I would be willing to kneel down and kowtow to her, let alone offer her tea!"

Lin Lang's heart trembled suddenly, and a sour feeling rose in his throat.

He held Li Moli's face in his hands, and gently stroked her wet cheek with his thumb. "Silly girl, what nonsense are you talking about? You are my sweetheart, how could I let you suffer such an injustice?"

He hugged Li Moli tighter, resting his chin on the top of her head, "From now on, I will give you all the best and let you stand by my side with dignity."

Li Moli leaned in Lin Lang's arms, listening to his strong heartbeat, and suddenly remembered the countless days she had spent hiding in the dark in the past.

Those anxious moments, those nights when I could only watch him from afar, now turned into tears of happiness.

She looked up at the azure sky. A gentle breeze blew by, carrying the sweet scent of roses. She felt as if she were dreaming.

"Honey, this isn't a dream, is it? It's real, right?" She reached out and pinched Lin Lang's arm.

"Hiss—" Lin Lang shouted in an exaggerated manner, "Of course it's not a dream! On the day of the family banquet, you will wear a beautiful cheongsam and enter the Chu family in style."

"Well, I will definitely be able to make Chu Yiren happy and make her like me too." Li Moli burst into laughter, leaning on Lin Lang's shoulder, looking at the roses blooming in the garden, and suddenly felt that even the air was sweet.

Lin Lang took a deep breath and hugged Li Moli, who was so sensible that it made people feel distressed, as if he had finally put his mind at ease.