Scumbag God, I can see the entry of desire.

Lin Lang took a deep breath and concentrated his mind again. A faint light emanated from his body. That light was like a lively silk thread, slowly extending towards the depths of Zhao Lanshan's memory.

After starting to use the [Hypnotic Memory Modification Technique], Lin Lang took the lead in tampering with all the good impressions of Zhao Lanshan's father Zhao Qiankun in her memory.

Zhao Qiankun, the father who once doted on Zhao Lanshan, carefully prepared gifts for her birthday and gently encouraged her when she encountered difficulties, has been transformed into a gangster with a head full of feudal ideas and a preference for boys over girls in the process of memory reconstruction.

Ever since Zhao Lanshan was old enough to understand, Zhao Qiankun had always looked at her with disdain. If he was not satisfied with something, he would speak coldly to her, and even engage in some minor physical abuse when he was emotional.

The young Zhao Lanshan could only shed tears silently and curl up in a corner to endure it all.

Lin Lang had no intention of letting Zhao Chengkai go.

Zhao Chengkai was originally an unreliable playboy, and after his memory was modified, he became even more disgusting.

Zhao Chengkai, relying on the fact that he is the only son of the Zhao family, squandered the family's money recklessly and spent his days in debauchery. Not only did he not have the slightest brotherly love for Zhao Lanshan, he often spoke ill of her and mocked her position in the family, making Zhao Lanshan feel no warmth at all in this family.

Finally, Lin Lang implanted a memory deep in Zhao Lanshan's memory, in which she learned when she was a child that she was adopted by the Zhao family, not their biological daughter.

In this memory, little Zhao Lanshan hid in a corner and heard the conversation between Zhao Qiankun and others. She learned about her own life experience and was instantly overwhelmed by the feeling of being abandoned.

Since then, Zhao Lanshan has become more cautious, inferior and sensitive in this family.

In this way, after the unexpected deaths of Zhao Qiankun and Zhao Chengkai, in Zhao Lanshan's modified memory, they were people who were not good to her and the source of the "nightmare" of this family.

In this way, the sadness and pain in Zhao Lanshan's heart will be reduced to the minimum, and she will no longer be suffocated by the heavy sorrow.

Lin Lang looked at the new memories that were gradually taking shape, and he deeply hoped in his heart that this would become an opportunity for Zhao Lanshan to start over and help her cheer up quickly.

Lin Lang completed the final carving of details deep in Zhao Lanshan's memory. After confirming that the new memory chain was solid and intact, he knew it was time to withdraw.

His conscious spirit was like a wisp of light smoke, slowly withdrawing from Zhao Lanshan's dream.

As the last trace of consciousness returned, Lin Lang's spirit returned to his body. His eyes refocused on the real world, and what came into view was Zhao Lanshan sleeping soundly in his arms.

The room was silent, with only the occasional rustling of leaves in the breeze outside the window.

At this time, Zhao Lanshan was immersed in a modified sweet dream, playing happily with Lin Lang, Bao Bao and their family of three. The originally furrowed brows on her face had relaxed, as if covered by a layer of gentle glow.

The corners of Zhao Lanshan's mouth rose slightly, outlining a shallow arc, and her smile carried the sweetness and hope of new life.

In her sleep, Zhao Lanshan's eyelashes occasionally trembled slightly, as if she was chasing those beautiful phantoms in her dreams.

Looking at Zhao Lanshan's sweet sleeping face, Lin Lang felt a warm feeling in his heart and his eyes were full of relief.

That was the relief of seeing Zhao Lanshan free from pain.

At this moment, Lin Lang received a system prompt in his mind.

Ding! "Friendly reminder to the host, just when you sneaked into Zhao Lanshan's dream and tampered with her memory, the invisible clone you sent out to secretly film the evidence of Master Zhuang Jingxue's infidelity had already completed the task brilliantly."

"The secretly filmed photos of Zhuang Jingxue cheating with cardiac surgeon Xu Wenkang in the vice president's office just now have been stored in the personal space by the invisible clone."

Lin Lang's good mood disappeared in an instant, and he felt very sorry for his cuckolded master Zhou Zhongdang.

Lin Lang carefully pulled out the arm that Zhao Lanshan was resting on, and then he took out a stack of Polaroid photos taken by his invisible clone of his master's wife cheating from his personal space.

Unfolding the Polaroid photos, Lin Lang's hands trembled slightly uncontrollably, and his eyes were full of shock.

In one of the photos, Zhuang Jingxue was hugging her subordinate male doctor tightly, her arms were wrapped around Xu Wenkang's neck, and Xu Wenkang's hands were clasped around her waist.

Their lips were pressed tightly together as they kissed passionately. She closed her eyes slightly, and the blush on her face was clearly visible.

The Zhuang Jingxue in the photo is completely different from the dignified, serious and unsmiling master's wife in Lin Lang's impression.

On weekdays, Zhuang Jingxue is always gentle and reserved, her words and actions are extremely appropriate, and she treats others politely yet distantly.

Lin Lang couldn't help but be stunned on the spot. He could never have imagined that his master's wife would have such a hidden side.

But the Zhuang Jingxue in the photo in front of him had seductive eyes, an unrestrained and passionate posture, and was kissing the young male doctor madly, which was completely different from the appearance in Lin Lang's memory.

When his eyes swept to the next photo, his pupils suddenly shrank.

In the photo, Zhuang Jingxue and her subordinate Xu Wenkang were in disheveled clothes. In the vice president's office, her eyes were dazed and she actively clung to the wild man in an extremely wanton posture.

Zhuang Jingxue's hair was scattered messily on her shoulders, with a charming smile on her lips, completely losing her usual calm and reserved demeanor.

Lin Lang's breathing became rapid and heavy, and his eyes were full of disbelief, as if he was holding not a few photos, but the fig leaf of his master.

He could not reconcile the strange and indulgent Zhuang Jingxue in the photo with the gentle master's wife in his memory.

Lin Lang's fingers slid mechanically to the next photo. As soon as he saw it, his body shook violently, as if he was hit by an invisible electric current.

Under the ambiguous light in the photo, Zhuang Jingxue and the wild man were hugging each other tightly, her clothes were almost disheveled, and her face was intoxicated and wanton, completely different from the serious look she had in front of Lin Lang in the past.

Lin Lang could never have imagined that Zhuang Jingxue would appear in the photo in such an unbearable way and be shown in front of him.

After reading the photos that proved Zhuang Jingxue's infidelity with a critical attitude, Lin Lang felt mixed emotions, shock, confusion and sympathy for his master.

He was shocked by the huge gap between the scene before him and the image of his master's wife in his memory, and was confused as to why his master's wife, whom Lin Lang had always respected, would do such a shameful thing.

He clutched the photo tightly, silently thinking about how to tell his master about this and how to face everything in the future.

Lin Lang took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. He knew very well that the matter of his master's wife cheating should not be dealt with rashly. If handled improperly, the scandal of the master's sect would be exposed or the master and his wife's marriage would end.

After reading it, Lin Lang put the evidence photos back into his personal space. He decided to have an in-depth chat with his master's wife Zhuang Jingxue after he finished the funeral of Chu Tiannan and the Zhao father and son.

Lin Lang walked to the balcony of the bedroom, gently opened the window, lit a cigarette and started smoking.

After smoking a cigarette, Lin Lang's mood calmed down a lot. He lay back on the bed, hugged Zhao Lanshan and closed his eyes, but the unbearable figure of his master's wife was still lingering in his mind.

After an unknown amount of time, Lin Lang finally fell asleep after tossing and turning.

The next morning, the sunlight gently poured into Zhao Lanshan's bedroom through the gaps in the curtains.

Zhao Lanshan woke up slowly and instinctively reached out to hug Lin Lang beside her, but ended up hugging nothing.

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Zhao Lanshan slowly opened her eyes and looked at the empty bed beside her. She pouted unhappily and muttered, "What's going on? Is he gone?"

After stretching, she put on her nightgown, slipped into her slippers and walked to the bathroom. There was no sign of Lin Lang inside.

So, Zhao Lanshan pushed the door and walked out of the bedroom.

A maid happened to pass by and saw Zhao Lanshan. She immediately bowed respectfully and said, "Good morning, Miss!"

Zhao Lanshan nodded slightly, and asked with a hint of expectation and doubt: "Has Lin Lang left?"

The maid had a gentle smile on her face and quickly responded, "Miss, Mr. Lin got up a long time ago to make breakfast for you. He has been busy in the kitchen for a long time. It's really enviable that you have a boyfriend who loves you so much."

After hearing this, Zhao Lanshan felt happy and the corners of her mouth rose unconsciously.

She pulled her nightgown closer and walked towards the kitchen of Zhao's house.

Before I even walked into the back kitchen of Zhao's house, I could hear the sound of the range hood working, and occasionally the sound of hot oil "sizzling".

Pushing open the kitchen door, I saw Lin Lang wearing a white apron, busying himself in front of the stove, looking handsome and focused.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Lin Lang turned around and saw Zhao Lanshan, who was in good spirits. A bright smile immediately broke out on his face: "Wife, you're awake. Wait a moment, breakfast will be ready soon."

Zhao Lanshan leaned against the door frame, looked at Lin Lang with a sweet smile, her heart filled with emotion.

After her memory was modified, the Zhao residence in Zhao Lanshan's memory was a cold home. At this moment, because of Lin Lang's presence, it seemed to have a different temperature.

Zhao Lanshan walked towards Lin Lang with a smile, hugged the busy Lin Lang from behind, and said softly: "Husband, I didn't expect you can cook. You are really a hidden talent."

Lin Lang replied lovingly: "For you, I can do anything."

As he spoke, he put the freshly pan-fried foie gras with caramel apples on a plate, turned off the stove, turned around, put his arms around Zhao Lanshan's slender waist, and kissed her soft red lips.

"Honey, what delicious food did you make for me?"

Lin Lang scratched Zhao Lanshan's nose and replied with a smile: "You little greedy cat."

"I made you French crepes with blueberry jam, Parma ham with buffalo cheese and fresh tomatoes, smoked salmon and avocado poached eggs, with cranberry oatmeal scones, and a cup of extra strong espresso. How do you like it?"

Zhao Lanshan's eyes suddenly lit up and she said excitedly: "Wow, these are all my favorite foods. How do you understand me so well!" She stood on tiptoe and gently kissed Lin Lang on the cheek.

Lin Lang took Zhao Lanshan's hand and led her to the dining table, carefully placing each carefully prepared dish.

The steaming food exudes an enticing aroma, mixed with the unique warm atmosphere of the kitchen in the early morning.

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Zhao Lanshan couldn't wait to pick up the knife and fork, gently cut off a small piece of the pan-fried goose liver, and put it in her mouth. The delicate taste instantly spread on the tip of her tongue. The sweetness of the caramel apple perfectly neutralized the mellowness of the goose liver, making her sigh with satisfaction.

"Mmm~ It's delicious. Honey, your cooking skills are amazing."

Lin Lang sat opposite, smiling as he watched Zhao Lanshan devour her meal. He also picked up a piece of blueberry oatmeal scone and said as he ate, "It's a rare opportunity for me to cook for you. I'll make you something delicious. If you like it, eat more."

Zhao Lanshan seemed to have forgotten the sadness of losing her father and brother. She squinted her eyes and smiled sweetly, "Thank you, husband. I love you!"

Lin Lang felt very relieved to see that Zhao Lanshan had completely gotten over her sadness and had a smile on her face after her memory was modified.

The two of them ate and chatted sweetly with each other. The morning light shone through the windows of Zhao's restaurant and shone on them, creating an extremely warm picture.

After the couple finished breakfast, the butler walked into the dining room and said, "Miss, I need to discuss some matters concerning the funeral of the old and young masters with you before I can start to handle them."

Zhao Lanshan replied indifferently, "Just do whatever you want. After all, my father and my brother didn't die in a very glorious way. Keep everything simple and keep the funeral as low-key as possible. You can decide all the funeral matters yourself."

"Yes, Miss."

After leaving the restaurant, the butler thought to himself, "The eldest lady was very sad last night, but this morning she seemed to have put the grief of losing her family behind her and didn't care about the funeral of the master and the young master. What's going on?"