Scumbag God, I can see the entry of desire.

The headquarters of Taicheng Group in Hai City.

In the chairman's office, golden sunlight filtered through the gaps in the blinds like silk threads, casting a hazy halo on the two people who were embracing each other after their passionate lovemaking.

The leather of the sofa still retained a slight warmth, mixed with an ambiguous scent, flowing quietly in the air.

"Wife, you're sweating!" Lin Lang's voice was low and hoarse, with a hint of tenderness.

Zhao Lanshan pounded Lin Lang's chest coquettishly, buried her face in his arms, and said coquettishly, "You are so annoying. I am pregnant, and you don't even show any mercy to me."

There was a hint of tenderness in her voice, and her warm breath penetrated her skin, making Lin Lang's heart palpitate again.

"Honey, I just lost control of myself and only cared about my own comfort. Being pregnant is hard enough for you. Next time I will definitely not be so rude, hehe..."

Lin Lang gently tucked Zhao Lanshan's messy hair behind her ears, and stroked her blushing cheeks with his fingertips, his eyes full of doting.

Zhao Lanshan raised her head and looked at Lin Lang with her big watery eyes, her eyes full of dependence, "Husband, people say that sour boys and spicy girls, I have recently started to like spicy food. If I give birth to a daughter, will I lose your favor?"

Lin Lang lowered his head and kissed Zhao Lanshan on the forehead, saying lovingly: "Silly wife, it doesn't matter whether it's a boy or a girl. As long as it's our baby, I like it whether it's a boy or a girl."

"Really?" Zhao Lanshan put her arms around Lin Lang's neck and pecked him lightly on the lips.

Lin Lang replied with a gentle smile: "Of course it's true. We will have a second child anyway. Don't feel pressured whether the first child is a boy or a girl. My husband doesn't have the old idea of ​​favoring boys over girls."

Zhao Lanshan pouted and muttered, "But husband, I don't want to have a daughter. I'm afraid that you, as a father, are too promiscuous. The sins you commit by playing with women will be retributed to your daughter. As a mother, I'm too worried."

"Uh...wife, what are you talking about? How could I have done anything wrong?" Lin Lang felt somewhat guilty.

"Humph, I want to have a son anyway. I heard that the Goddess of Childbirth enshrined in the Shou'an Temple in Chongming District is very effective. When I come back from Australia this time, I will go to Chongming Temple to worship and donate some incense money, and ask for blessings to bless me to have a son."

After hearing this, Lin Lang chuckled: "Silly wife, you don't have to go to the trouble of burning incense and praying to Buddha. Your husband is a traditional Chinese medicine doctor. I will feel your pulse and know whether you are having a boy or a girl."

Zhao Lanshan's eyes lit up after hearing this, and she couldn't hide her excitement and said, "Husband, what are you waiting for? Feel my pulse quickly, and let me know as soon as possible whether it's a boy or a girl, so I can feel at ease."

"Okay, the left hand pulse indicates fetal qi, honey, give me your left hand."

Lin Lang sat up straight on the sofa with a serious look, and gently placed his slender fingers on Zhao Lanshan's wrist pulse, and his fingertips probed back and forth at the three points of Cun, Guan and Chi.

Zhao Lanshan's eyebrows moved, and she blinked her big, kazilan eyes, looking at him expectantly, her eyelashes trembling slightly with nervousness.

"Honey, is there any result?"

Lin Lang suddenly frowned, pressed his fingertips hard again, and groaned in his throat.

Seeing this, Zhao Lanshan's voice was filled with anxiety: "Don't scare me! Tell me quickly! Am I pregnant with a son?"

Lin Lang raised an imperceptible arc at the corner of his lips, and continued to act mysterious, saying mysteriously: "Wife, your pulse is deep and strong, the pulse on the left inch is slippery and stringy, and the pulse on the left inch is stronger than the right inch..."

Zhao Lanshan was confused and couldn't wait to say, "Hey, husband, please speak like a human being."

Lin Lang finally smiled brightly: "Congratulations, my dear wife, your pregnancy pulse is definitely a boy!"

Before she finished speaking, Zhao Lanshan was already so excited that she held Lin Lang's face tightly with both hands, and kissed him on his forehead, nose, and lips like raindrops: "I knew it! I can give you a son! Hehe..."

Seeing Zhao Lanshan's joyful look, Lin Lang also said happily: "Wife, your belly is really good. Your first child is a boy for our Lin family."

Zhao Lanshan couldn't hide her happiness and smiled sweetly: "Husband, if I really give birth to a son, how will you reward me?"

Lin Lang said thoughtfully: "You are not short of money, villas or luxury cars, so what reward should I give you? I have an idea. How about my husband asking someone to build a vault in the basement of Zhao's house and buying you five tons of gold sheets as a gift?"

Zhao Lanshan smiled and said, "Hubby, you're so funny. Only the central bank reserves gold. If you buy five tons of gold for me and store it at home, won't that attract thieves?"

"Honey, you're right. That's fine. I heard that Kweichow Moutai is preparing to go public. It will probably be listed on the Shanghai Stock Exchange next year. The expected issue price is only about 30 yuan per share."

"Moutai shares have gone through the approval and listing procedures, just in time for our baby's birth and before the 500th day celebration. How about my husband buying million shares of Moutai and giving them to you and our son as a gift?"

Zhao Lanshan smiled sweetly and said, "Okay, but honey, does Moutai stock have great appreciation potential?"

"Wife, Kweichow Moutai is the leading liquor company in China and a world-famous liquor brand. I can tell you without exaggeration that your husband is giving you 500 million shares of Moutai stock, and the initial purchase cost is less than 2 million yuan."

"When our son turns 40 and becomes an adult, it is conservatively estimated that the value can appreciate to billion Chinese yuan." Lin Lang shook his hair exaggeratedly.

Zhao Lanshan's eyes lit up after hearing this, and she exclaimed in disbelief, "Is this true, husband?"

"Of course it's true. Don't you believe in your husband's investment vision?" Lin Lang scratched Zhao Lanshan's nose, his eyes full of pampering.

"Husband, you are so good to me, of course I believe you!" Zhao Lanshan smiled sweetly and charmingly.

Lin Lang said proudly: "Wife, if I tell you that holding 500 million shares of Moutai for 20 years can reach a market value of 130 billion yuan, would you think I am bragging?"

"Uh...husband, are you so optimistic about Moutai shares?" Zhao Lanshan was obviously shocked by Lin Lang's words.

"Wife, I am sure that after Moutai is listed, it will continue to rise and become a bull stock that has been rising for 20 years. With these 500 million shares of Moutai, even if you don't have the assets of Taicheng Group, you and your son will have strong protection for the rest of your life."

"Honey, I know that you angel investors are very forward-looking. You speak so logically and I believe in your investment vision."

Zhao Lanshan was deeply moved. She snuggled in Lin Lang's arms and firmly believed in the big picture that Lin Lang had painted for her.

It was also because of her unconditional trust in Lin Lang that Zhao Lanshan and her son held 500 million shares of Moutai in the future, and the return rate after 20 years was actually more than 72 times.

The two of them snuggled together, saying sweet words to each other, and time seemed to slow down.

Occasionally, Lin Lang would gently tease Zhao Lanshan, causing her to giggle. Her clear laughter echoed in the office, adding a bit of liveliness to this sweetness.

However, happy times are always short-lived.

Zhao Lanshan's cell phone suddenly rang, a reminder about her flight to Australia in the afternoon.

After reading the flight information, Zhao Lanshan showed a trace of reluctance on her face, "Husband, I have to go home to pack my things. The flight is at 3 o'clock in the afternoon. I will go to Australia to attend the funeral of my uncle Zhao Chenkun and his family."

Rather than saying that she went to attend the funeral of Zhao Chenkun's family, it would be more accurate to say that Zhao Lanshan went to Australia as a niece to inherit her uncle's family's inheritance.

Of course, Zhao Lanshan also has the responsibility and obligation to hold the funeral for her uncle Zhao Chenkun's family. Even if she has no feelings for them, she has to perform it for the living.

After all, the Taicheng Group's business was built by Zhao Chenkun and his elder brother Zhao Qiankun.

Although Zhao Lanshan's father, Zhao Qiankun, has passed away, as his niece, she must give her uncle Zhao Chenkun and his family a proper burial to maintain the reputation of the Zhao family.

Lin Lang hugged Zhao Lanshan and was unwilling to let go. "Wife, you are still pregnant. Do you have to go in person?"

Zhao Lanshan put her face against Lin Lang's chest and replied, "This is a matter of family reputation. I must go to Australia in person to attend the funeral and see my uncle Zhao Qiankun and his family off for the last time."

Lin Lang sighed and said reluctantly: "Okay, since you have made up your mind, I won't stop you, but you have to eat well, rest well, and don't let me worry about you and the baby in your belly."

"Well, don't worry, husband. Once I'm done with this, I'll fly back to the sea and be with you."

Lin Lang continued to hold Zhao Lanshan's soft body and said gently, "Then I'll take you to the airport. I'll feel relieved when I see you board the plane safely."

"No, husband. You are so busy at work, I don't want to waste your time. Besides, I am afraid that if you send me to the airport, I will be even more reluctant to leave."

"Silly wife, no matter how busy I am, I can still spare the time to take you to the airport!"

"Really." Zhao Lanshan raised her head and kissed Lin Lang gently on the lips, "When I come back from Australia, you can pick me up at the airport."

Lin Lang looked at Zhao Lanshan's stubborn look and knew that he couldn't persuade her, so he nodded, "Then you must take good care of yourself, and bring bodyguards with you wherever you go. When you arrive in Australia, let me know that you are safe, understand?"

Zhao Lanshan poked Lin Lang's chest with her fingertips and said with a charming smile: "I know. You have to take care of yourself too, and don't pick up girls behind my back."

Lin Lang readily agreed, "Okay, okay, don't worry, honey. I will definitely save the public grain for you and wait for you to come back and pay it."

"You're so annoying. You're so frivolous again." Zhao Lanshan punched Lin Lang's shoulder lightly with her pink fist, pouting and acting coquettishly.

The couple cuddled together for a while before Zhao Lanshan reluctantly got up and prepared to leave.

Lin Lang helped Zhao Lanshan tidy up her hair and skirt. Every move he made was full of reluctance and he gave Zhao Lanshan enough emotional value. People who didn't know him would think he was so loyal and affectionate!

Finally, at the office door, Lin Lang and Zhao Lanshan hugged each other tightly and kissed goodbye affectionately.

"Wait for me to come back and let you kiss me enough." Zhao Lanshan whispered in Lin Lang's ear, then turned around and left, looking back every few steps.

"Have a safe trip. Goodbye, my wife." Lin Lang looked at Zhao Lanshan's departing back, his heart full of concern for her and the fetus in her belly.

But because the system prompted that Zhao Lanshan would not be in any danger on this trip, Lin Lang felt at ease and let Zhao Lanshan fly to Australia.

As soon as Zhao Lanshan left, Lin Lang's cell phone started vibrating.

Seeing that the caller ID was Gu Ran, Lin Lang answered the phone immediately, "Hello, my dear secretary."

Gu Ran's sweet voice came from the receiver: "Boss, do you have time to accompany me now? I miss you so much! Don't you miss me too?"