Scumbag God, I can see the entry of desire.

Workshop.

Lin Lang and Han Zaiyin sat in the back seat of the car.

Han Zaiyin took Lin Lang's arm and snuggled into his arms, saying coquettishly, "Honey, let's not go home this afternoon. Can you take me out for some alone time?"

Lin Lang turned his head and kissed Han Zaiyin's pretty face, replying affectionately, "Okay! Where do you want to go?"

Upon hearing this, Han Zaiyin couldn't hide her delight and stuck out her tongue in a smile. She whispered in Lin Lang's ear, "I want to travel to the future and see what our daughter will look like."

Lin Lang held Han Zaiyin's warm little hand and said with a smile, "Aren't you trying to force things to grow too fast?"

"Oh, I'm just curious, so please tell me if you'll agree or not?" Han Zaiyin shook Lin Lang's arm and acted coquettishly.

"Fine, fine, I'll agree, okay?" Lin Lang gave in, both amused and exasperated.

Upon hearing this, Han Zaiyin immediately ordered, "Pull over."

The driver obediently did as instructed.

Lin Lang had no choice but to get off the bus with Han Zaiyin. Luckily, there was a bus stop without cameras on the side of the road.

Lin Lang asked with a smile, "So, how old would you like to be when your daughter is?"

Han Jae-in tilted her head and thought for a moment, then replied with a smile, "My daughter turns 18."

"Alright, let's set off now." Lin Lang hugged Han Zaiyin tightly, triggering the [Space-Time Mass Teleportation] skill, and a warm golden light immediately lit up in his palm.

The light slowly spread out, enveloping Lin Lang and Han Zaiyin like a thin veil.

The next second, with a "whoosh," their figures vanished into thin air in the timeline at the end of 2003, leaving only a faint golden light lingering in the air beneath the bus stop sign.

Immediately afterwards, Lin Lang and Han Zaiyin appeared on the 2019 timeline, at the Queen Elizabeth International Violin Finals.

As the host announced her entry, eighteen-year-old Lin Zhiruo, dressed in a white princess dress and holding a violin, walked confidently and gracefully onto the stage.

Seeing her daughter blossom into a beautiful young woman, her beauty almost identical to her own, Han Zaiyin couldn't help but cover her mouth with her hand and exclaim in a low voice, "Honey, look! Our daughter is standing on the stage, she's so beautiful she's practically glowing!"

Lin Lang put his arm around Han Zaiyin's soft waist and stood in the last row of the audience. He looked at his daughter Lin Zhiruo on the stage from afar, who was elegantly setting up her violin and about to start the competition. A doting smile appeared on his face.

"Wow, honey, look! Ruo'er looks exactly like you did when you were in high school!"

Han Jae-in's eyes involuntarily welled up with tears, and she whispered, "My daughter is so talented. Is she participating in the World Violin Competition?"

Lin Lang replied in a low voice, "Yes, my daughter won her first world violin competition when she was 6 years old. This competition is like an exhibition match, and she's almost certain to win."

"Really?" Han Jae-in was both surprised and delighted, her eyes crinkling with laughter.

Lin Lang replied according to the system prompt: "Of course it's true. When my daughter was 12 years old, she had already won the Grand Slam of all the world's most famous violin competitions."

Han Zaiyin's eyes lit up when she heard this, and a sense of pride as a mother welled up inside her. She was overjoyed.

The moment the bow lightly touched the strings, the entire hall fell silent, so quiet that you could hear the rise and fall of your breath.

When Lin Zhiruo raised her eyes, they held a calmness beyond her years. The first note that fell from her fingertips was like the first gust of cold wind at the beginning of winter, clear and penetrating, instantly capturing everyone's attention.

The chilling and passionate spirit of Vivaldi's "The Four Seasons - Winter" was vividly expressed through her bow.

During the fast bowing section, the bow leaps rapidly across the strings, the fingertips rise and fall like butterfly wings, and the notes are so dense that they seem to fall like snowflakes, yet each one is clear and bright, without the slightest disorder.

During the slow transition, the melody suddenly slows down, and the piano notes are low and melodious, like a cold wind carrying withered leaves swirling in the forest, carrying a touch of lonely poetry, making the listener's nose tingle with emotion.

Lin Zhiruo had a slender figure, and her white skirt swayed gently with her subtle movements. Her expression was so focused that it seemed as if the whole world consisted only of her and this Stradivarius violin.

A natural musicality, precise rhythm control, and exquisite contrast between loud and soft.

At its most stirring moments, the music is like a thunderclap breaking through the snow, the strings vibrating so violently they seem to burst into sparks, making one's heart race.

When it's soothing, it's like the first snow falling; the gentle sound of the piano can melt away the frost and soothe the whole body.

Those seemingly difficult technical passages become fluid and natural in her hands. Her overtones are as clear as moonlight, her double notes are full and mellow, and even the articulation of her spiccato has a unique rhythm. She exudes the composure and amazement of a "genius violin girl".

His amazing musicality and perfect rhythm control amazed all the audience members.

The audience below the stage had long forgotten to breathe, and many people leaned forward slightly, their eyes fixed on the figure in the center of the stage.

Some people unconsciously closed their eyes, their brows furrowing slightly with the melody, then quietly relaxing as the musical phrases changed.

Someone tapped their fingertips lightly on their knees in rhythm, a blissful smile playing on their lips.

A few young music fans in the back row, their eyes filled with admiration and longing, dared not even breathe loudly, for fear of disturbing the soul-stirring music.

The judges were deeply moved.

The elderly foreign judge on the left, with his white hair, was sitting upright but unconsciously swaying gently to the melody, his fingers tapping silently on the table, his eyes full of amazement and admiration.

The demanding foreign female judge in the middle nodded frequently, her fingertips tracing the score sheet, her smile impossible to hide.

The Black female judge on the far right simply put down her pen, placed her hands folded on her knees, closed her eyes, and immersed herself in the music. Her brows furrowed slightly with the rise and fall of the musical phrases, and then relaxed quietly at the exquisite transitions. Her face showed undisguised appreciation.

Han Zaiyin's tears had already silently streamed down her face. She gripped Lin Lang's arm tightly, her fingertips exerting a slight force, yet she was completely unaware of it.

Looking at my daughter shining brightly on the stage and listening to her soul-stirring piano music, a surge of pride welled up in my heart, overwhelming all other emotions.

"Husband..." Han Zaiyin choked out, her voice trembling uncontrollably, "Ruo'er... she plays the violin so well, so beautifully..."

The talent and skill in her daughter's piano playing, coupled with her composure and confidence on stage, filled Han Jae-in with both joy and pride, but even more so with the pride of being a mother. Her eyes welled up with tears, yet she smiled broadly.

Lin Lang gently patted Han Zaiyin's back, his gaze fixed on his daughter, his eyes filled with doting affection and pride.

The piano music was like a story, each note like a footprint of a daughter's growth, crisp and firm.

Lin Lang's smile was so gentle it could melt hearts, and he replied softly, "Yes, our Ruo'er is beautiful and outstanding!"

As the last note faded, Lin Zhiruo slowly raised her bow, the lingering sound echoing in the concert hall, carrying the crispness of winter and the relief of a final chapter.

The entire venue was silent for two seconds, then erupted in thunderous applause, cheers, and whistles. The audience rose to their feet, and the applause lasted for a long time.

Even the judges stood up and gave them a warm round of applause.

Lin Zhiruo gracefully took her bow, bowing slightly in thanks, a youthful yet confident smile on her face, the light in her eyes even more dazzling than the spotlight on the stage.

Just then, a miniature version of Lin Lang, who looked about seven or eight years old, ran onto the stage wearing a custom-made black suit, a bow tie, and shiny black leather shoes, holding a bouquet of flowers.

When Lin Zhiruo saw her younger brother Lin Haoqian, a sweet smile appeared on her face.

"Sister, your performance was absolutely amazing!" Lin Haoqian handed the flowers to his sister.

"Thank you!" Lin Zhiruo affectionately patted her younger brother Lin Haoqian's head.

Lin Haoqian chuckled and then jogged off the stage.

Next came the tense judging segment, as Lin Zhiruo was the last to appear in the finals, and the judges' scores would determine the champion, runner-up, and third-place winners of this violin competition.

Han Jae-in stood below the stage, completely bewildered. Watching the little boy run off the stage after presenting the flowers, she asked, puzzled, "Honey, whose son is this? Who will he live with in the future?"

Lin Lang replied to the system prompt: "Silly wife, this is the third child you will give me in the future, your own son Lin Haoqian."

Upon hearing this, Han Zaiyin's eyes instantly welled up with tears. She blinked her large, watery eyes and looked at Lin Lang, whispering in disbelief, "Really? Is this little boy, who's not even ten years old, really our son?"

Lin Lang replied with a smile, "That's right! Qian'er is eight and a half years old this year, which is exactly ten years younger than his older sister Lin Zhiruo."

Overjoyed, Han Zaiyin hugged Lin Lang tightly, tears streaming down her face, and whispered excitedly, "This is wonderful! I can finally give you a son!"

Lin Lang hugged Han Zaiyin tightly, gently patted her shoulder, and comforted her, "Silly wife, you don't need to rely on a child to gain status. Even if you only have Ruo'er left, your husband will still love you."

Han Zaiyin wiped away her tears of joy and asked eagerly, "Honey, is our second child a boy or a girl? How old is he/she? What's his/her name?"

Lin Lang, with Han Zaiyin in his arms, looked at his daughter Lin Zhiruo on the stage and proudly replied, "Our second daughter is 14 years old this year. Her name is Lin Zhinuan. She has already graduated with a PhD in Physics from Oxford University and has joined the Fifth Academy of China Aerospace Science and Technology Corporation as the chief designer of the manned spacecraft system."

Upon hearing this, Han Zaiyin asked in disbelief, "Honey, you're not kidding, are you? Our second daughter graduated with a PhD in Physics from Oxford University at the age of 14?"

"And he's still a minor, yet he's already joined the Fifth Academy of China Aerospace Science and Technology Corporation as the chief designer of the manned spacecraft system?"

Lin Lang replied earnestly, "That's right. Our second daughter is a genius student. At the age of 12, she won the Nobel Prize in Physics for her breakthrough research in key technologies of controlled nuclear fusion."

Upon hearing this, Han Zaiyin's eyes lit up, and she covered her mouth in disbelief, exclaiming, "My God! Our second daughter broke through the key technology of controlled nuclear fusion at the age of 12? And even won the Nobel Prize in Physics?"

Lin Lang replied according to the system prompt: "Not only that, our Nuan'er is also the youngest Nobel Prize winner in history, and has appeared on the cover of Time magazine five times."

"Wow... I can't believe it, I actually gave birth to a genius female physicist for Xia Kingdom, hehe..." Han Zaiyin smiled with her eyes crinkling, her surprised and delighted expression was so beautiful.