I transmigrated to ancient times and became a king with a title equal to mine.

Having shown Lin Zhong his strength, Long Bin had no choice but to lie to cover up that he wasn't the real Ning Long. He said calmly, "A year ago, I found the Great Rejuvenation Pill and the Solid Pill on the Six Eagles of the Desert, which allowed me to break through my limitations."

In fact, this is correct; Long Bin did accept the training treasures offered by Yuan Liuying and others.

As the sun was setting, Long Bin, who was resting, was awakened by the silvery voice of a child.

Where is Father?

"Mom, brother, I can't remember what Dad looks like anymore."

Ning Long's heart skipped a beat; that childish voice must belong to his youngest daughter, Ning Sinian.

He muttered to himself: You rascal, I will try my best to be a good father.

I opened the door and there stood a woman holding two children.

Upon seeing the beautiful woman with moist phoenix eyebrows, Long Bin was stunned: the woman had a graceful figure, was charming and elegant, and possessed a refined demeanor; her steps were light and graceful, like a willow swaying in the wind, making her intoxicating.

Her beauty was so captivating that it could make fish sink and geese fall from the sky, and her charm could shame the moon and flowers.

Her beauty is like that of a finely carved magnolia flower, noble and elegant.

Her beautiful eyes were watery, like a deep, vast pool in autumn.

Beneath her straight nose was a dignified and beautiful face, paired with cherry-like lips.

A gorgeous dress perfectly showcased her figure; her waist was slender as a willow, and her gait was light and graceful, like a fairy walking in the wind.

Whether it was his own queen, Lan Yue, or Xiao Rong, the daughter of the King of Hainan, although they were known as the Ten Beauties of Great Xia, they were not even half as beautiful as Fu Yao.

Because Fu Yao's beauty always exudes simplicity and elegance.

Long Bin was stunned by Fu Yao's beauty: Where did that deadbeat find such a beauty?

Seeing her husband staring blankly at her, Fu Yao blushed and whispered, "Husband, what's wrong?"

Long Bin snapped out of his daze, inwardly scolding himself: "Haven't you changed your lecherous ways after traveling two thousand years? This is Ning Long's wife, what are you daydreaming about?"

Long Bin blushed and stretched out his arms to pull the beauty into his embrace.

Fu Yao was startled and clicked her tongue, saying, "What's the rush? Your son and daughter are watching you."

Upon hearing this, Long Bin immediately let go, quickly kicked down, grabbed one child with each hand, and hugged the two children.

"Son, daughter, your father misses you so much."

Ning Huaide was already choked up, but Xiao Sinian asked in her childish voice, "You're Daddy? You're so handsome."

"No, Father is lying. If you miss us, why haven't you come home for a year and 83 days?"

The little girl started crying as she spoke.

Long Bin's heart was trembling with pain: how could a child not even three years old remember the time his father left? You damned devil, you have truly wronged your mother.

His heart melted at the sight of the little girl. He held the dead man's two children tightly in his arms and prayed silently: Dead man, can you hear me?

“Niannian, De’er, I swear, from now on, I will come back once a month to spend a few days with you.”

"Really?" Ning Sinian smiled, her face streaked with tears.

"Really!" Long Bin said solemnly, "Father swears to God, if..."

When Fu Yao saw her husband about to swear an oath, she hurriedly kicked him down, covered his mouth with her hand, and said with tears in her eyes, "Father, you can't."

With her face so close, her hands carrying a faint fragrance, and her phoenix eyes brimming with deep affection, Long Bin saw nothing but love and tenderness, without a trace of resentment or blame. Who wouldn't love such a woman? Who wouldn't cherish her?

He couldn't help but tilt his head back and kiss her.

Fu Yao hesitated for a moment, then agreed.

The woman's breath was sweet and fragrant; her kiss was the joy of a long-awaited reunion, filled with the tolerance and love of her two husbands.

The man's words were full of sweetness; his kiss was an involuntary expression of tenderness, devoid of any frivolity, but filled with respect and affection.

Time seemed to freeze in the presence of their love, as Lin Zhong, Ning Mei, and Ning Lan quietly withdrew from the distance.

"Mom, cover me up!" Xiao Sinian's voice made the two quickly separate.

Fu Yao raised her flushed face and glared at him, her eyes conveying a thousand unspoken words.

One glance was enough to completely captivate Long Bin. His heart suddenly fluttered: "You rascal, I'm sorry, it's not that I'm lustful, but your wife is so beautiful and virtuous that it makes my heart ache."

Fu Yao got up and went into the bedroom, leaving space for the three of them to talk.

Long Bin held one child in each arm and chatted with his son and daughter.

Ning Huaide is already five years old. He is much more sensible now, asks fewer questions, and leans on his father's broad shoulders, enjoying his father's love to the fullest.

However, Ning Sinian, who was only three years old, kept asking questions, leaving Long Bin completely bewildered.

Fortunately, he had three sons and two daughters in his previous life, so he was not troubled by his daughter in this life.

Soon it was dinner time. At Long Bin's insistence, Uncle Lin, Ning Mei, Ning Lan, and the nanny, Aunt Fang, all sat down at the table, making a total of eight people.

According to Ning Huaide, this dinner was the warmest family gathering ever.

A warm home is a haven of happiness.

On behalf of Ning Long, Long Bin thanked his wife for her understanding and affection, thanked Uncle Zhong, thanked Fang Ma, Ning Mei, and Ning Lan, and also thanked his two children for their tolerance of Ning Long, their incompetent father.

……

It was late at night. After putting the two children to sleep, the two adults quickly embraced each other.

Long Bin said with deep remorse, "Yao Yao, I'm sorry. I couldn't get away from things in Kyoto, and I made you worry for more than a year. I'm an irresponsible husband and an irresponsible father."

"Stop talking." Fu Yao covered his mouth and said gently, "You made it clear before the marriage that as Ning Long's wife, you had to be able to withstand the test of living alone, and get used to loneliness and longing. You are a man destined for great things, so I don't blame you."

A simple sentence thrilled Long Bin. He gently combed through her hair with his fingers, parted his lips slightly, and lightly bit her lower lip. His tongue gently pried open her teeth, and their tongues danced together.

They clung tightly together, unwilling to separate.

Their deep affection for each other was revealed in their tender moments, as beautiful as a poem, as picturesque as a dream.

Time seemed to stand still, leaving only two hearts beating.

Bathed in the moonlight streaming through the window, they nestled close together, like two stars illuminating each other in the darkness, warming and melting one another.

A young woman waiting alone in her empty room, a young man in urgent need—at this moment, no words are needed…

Unable to repay the kindness shown to him by the beauty, Long Bin toiled tirelessly all night, hoping to make up for the dead man's guilt towards the woman in his arms.

The beautiful woman, from silently enjoying herself to joyfully dancing with him, filled the bedroom with the warmth of spring...

No details of the night

The next morning, Long Bin personally cooked a lavish breakfast.

Looking at the pancakes, egg dumplings, porridge, and steamed buns on the table, neither the two children nor Fu Yao recognized them.

"Husband, did you make this?"

Long Bin nodded, picked up one of each for the mother and her two children, and said softly, "Try it."

The three of them took a bite, smacking their lips a few times. Fu Yao exclaimed in surprise, "This is so delicious! Where did you learn to make this? Why didn't you make it for us before?"