pardize their own careers. He saw that the people he had found were all influential, yet they all shook their heads at him in the end. He knew then that things were developing toward the worst possib...Mom smiled warmly as she shared her hard-earned wisdom, tales of skinned knees, bumps on the head, and lessons learned through trial and error. These stories, she hoped, could save the young ones from making many mistakes, guiding them to navigate life more effectively. Though small in age, the two children listened intently, their expressions far different from other kids who might be frightened by tales of blood and violence or simply enthralled by the excitement. They absorbed her words with seriousness, their brows furrowing in contemplation at times, their eyes widening in alarm at others.
Lin Meng listened intently on the side. She never expected that Rong's mother would have such a past, and she never expected that she would be so fierce back then. In that case, her initial rejection of Lin Meng, shown only through indifference in attitude and displeasure in words, was truly lighthearted to the extreme.
She thought about it and smiled.
When Mama’s voice was dry and her face showed signs of fatigue, Rong Ling sent the two little ones to bed. The two were reluctant and wanted to keep listening, but as soon as they heard what Rong Ling said, they obeyed.
"The future is long, you want to hear grandma's stories, there will be plenty of time later. Today grandma is hurt and tired, you let grandma rest early!"
The two little ones quickly helped their mother, Rong, lie down. One patted her pillow and the other pulled up the blanket. Both of them were so sweet and endearing.
Grandma, get some rest!
"Get some rest, recover quickly, and then play with Youyou!"
"Good, good, good!" Mom replied with a smile, telling the two little ones to go to sleep quickly and then closed her eyes.
As the big light in the house was switched off, the family of four left Rong Mama's room. The two little ones habitually followed behind Rong Ling and Lin Meng, but they were stopped by Rong Ling.
"Grandma told you a story today, so Daddy won't. You two go to sleep early, don't miss tomorrow morning's training!"
The two kids must have been really scared, so after Rong Ling returned, they became extremely clingy to him. Before going to sleep every day, they didn't want to go back to their own rooms and insisted on hanging around in Rong Ling's room until they couldn't move anymore. When Rong Ling tried to shoo them away, the two kids looked at him pitifully and then slyly rubbed against Lin Meng, seeking support and reinforcements from their mother. Seeing this, Lin Meng naturally softened her heart. As long as it wasn't too late, if the two children wanted to stay, they could stay.
But let go of resentment!
We've got two new little ones, so sorry to interrupt the duo time of he and Xiao-Guang!
So, in the end, they made an agreement. Generally, he would tell the two children one or two stories, then let them go without further ado. The two children also developed a habit: after hearing the stories, even if they were reluctant, they had to obediently hang their heads and dejectedly return to their own rooms.
Want to stay
Absolutely not!
These two little schemers, they probably hid in the hospital for hours last time. If they stay any longer, anything good could be ruined by those two! Lin Meng didn't know, but Rong Ling was clear-headed and ruthless. So, he coldly, solemnly, and deliberately refused to let them sleep together. But the two kids still fought for their own benefits. They couldn't sleep together, but they wanted to hear a story, and it had to be told by Daddy himself. After all, they were his own little treasures, so when it came to spoiling them, Rong Ling agreed.
Now that the two children heard they wouldn't be told a story, they immediately became upset.
"Grandma is grandma, and daddy is daddy. The two are completely different." Little Youyou argued her point.
Little Hao dashed over with quick legs, taking only two steps to reach Lin Meng's side. He grabbed her hand tightly, refusing to let go!
Rong Ling just bent his index finger, bowed his head and tapped Xiao Youyou's forehead lightly, scolding.
"You've got so many ideas!"
Actually, it didn't hurt much. But Xiaoyou still patted his forehead with his hand and looked at Rong Ling innocently with a smile.
This smile just melts your heart. I guess this kid knows he smiles like his mommy, so he always uses that against him. But surprisingly, it actually works.
Let's go!
With that said, Rong Ling strode out and embraced Lin Meng's arm.
This is agreed!
The two kids smiled at each other and quickly caught up.
In the bedroom, storybooks are all ready, several thick ones. They aren't just simple fairy tales, but a wide variety that can inspire people, impart knowledge, or elevate their spirits through short stories. These include travelogues, adventures, explorations of family ties, portrayals of friendship, tales of love, motivational stories, and even guides to navigating the world...
Two kids would insist on having Rong Ling read to them, choosing somewhat mature books for them. If it were Lin Meng reading to them, they'd prefer fairy tales. This is because when Lin Meng reads stories to the children, his voice is light and energetic, vividly mimicking the tones of each character in the storybook, making it feel incredibly immersive. But Rong Ling is calm and collected; he would never behave that way to coax children. His deep, mellow voice is best suited for reading these more serious stories.
The two children quickly jumped onto the bed, each taking their position, and skillfully settled into their poses, beginning to enjoy the feeling as they half-closed their eyes, waiting for Rong Ling to continue reading from last night. Lin Meng, seeing that there was nothing she needed to do here for the moment, remembered about Fatty's situation. It just so happened that at this time of night, it was daytime in America, which meant her friend would be at work and easily reachable.
Then, she leaned down to Rong Ling's ear and whispered that she was going upstairs to the study to go online first. Rong Ling nodded but didn't stop reading to the two young masters. Lin Meng went out, but soon came back carrying a laptop. Rong Ling had an amazing memory; with just a glance, he memorized several lines of text. So even though his eyes left the book, he was able to effortlessly recite the words aloud. He looked at Lin Meng. Lin Meng blushed and stuck her tongue out at him.
She had originally planned to go upstairs to her study for a quick look at the internet and then come back. But as she walked, she couldn't bear the loneliness of walking alone in the corridor, nor could she stand the thought of being alone in the study for a while. So she quickly quickened her pace, grabbed her notebook, and returned just as quickly.
She still couldn't leave him, she missed him. Being away from him for even a little while made her feel anxious and terrified. These days, she had been following him everywhere, almost like a shadow. Now she was acting this way again, the man would probably laugh at her.
Ke Rong lifted his hand and beckoned her over. His face was strikingly handsome, with soft lines and deep-set eyes that shimmered like fine wine.
He was welcoming her, or perhaps he actually understood everything!
Her heart skipped a beat, and she ran towards him with the glee of a little fawn. The two children quickly made way for her, and Little Hao even eagerly patted the spot beside him.
"Mommy, here, here!"
This child, sometimes I just want to stick to Lin Meng!
Lin Meng then narrowed her eyes and walked quickly over.
Xiaoyou immediately turned jealous. Children, after all, have a strong sense of possession and want everything to belong to them. Although Xiaoyou sometimes acts like a grown-up, he is still a child, so it's inevitable that he will have childish moments.
"Mommy, here I am, come to Youyou!" The little boy patted the spot beside him and made a funny face at Xiaohuao.
Xiao Hao was taken aback for a moment, then started to fight back. This kid could be so sensible sometimes, it made people feel sorry for him. He didn't act like a child at all; sometimes he would even try to please Xiao Youyou by making concessions. But at times, this kid, when he craved attention, was just as capable and wouldn't back down. It could be said that the longer he stayed in this family, the more he integrated into it, and his childish nature returned more and more. He started to act like a younger brother, naturally competing with Xiao Youyou for things.
"Mommy, come here to Haohao! Here's big, over there is too small!"
The kid still glared at him, then turned back and made a silly face at Xiaoyou.
Lin Meng's quick steps came to a halt as she pondered her next move. However, before she could act, the two children were simultaneously reprimanded by Rong Ling.
"Don't you listen properly What are you peeking around for!"
The big hand unceremoniously slapped each of the two young ones on the head.
"That's it, I won't read next time!"
"No!" The two children cried out in unison, pleading frantically and fixing their gazes on Rong Ling with desperate hope.
Then be good for me!
The authority of Father was not to be trifled with, and the two children hastily replied, "Yes." Rong Ling then raised an eyebrow at Xiao Youyou.
“Move up a little, and make some room for Haohào!”
Turning back, she said to Little Haohao, "Come over here and give this place to Mommy!"
The two kids were currently lying on either side of Rong Ling. Upon hearing this, Xiao Haohuo, though reluctant, propped himself up, raised his little butt, and crawled over Rong Ling's long legs to the other side. Xiao Youyou just shifted slightly to the side. As their limbs collided, they both giggled together, rubbing against each other and pushing each other, like two little monkeys, as close as one person could be, with no trace of the previous rivalry. They both looked at Lin Meng again and called out affectionately.
"Mommy, here I am!"
Pointing at the now-vacant, fairly large bed!
Lin Meng couldn't help but chuckle. She didn't need such a large space for just a small notebook! Look at her husband, he had built her this entire plot of land.
She walked to the bed and put down her notebook, intending to kneel directly on the floor. The man patted the spot beside him.
"Come up!"
This place was intentionally left for her, naturally to claim it as his. What are the two children arguing about She belongs to him, none of their business, they should all just scram.
As soon as the expert arrived, it was immediately clear who was superior. The little ones couldn't compare to Rong Ling at all, so they could only watch helplessly as their mommy sat in the spot designated by their daddy – right next to him. Then, they watched helplessly as their mommy was forcefully embraced by their daddy and leaned against him.
"Don't press on him!" Lin Meng immediately reminded.
Rong Ling immediately snorted. "You're so light, like a feather, how could you possibly step on anything!"
Lin Meng giggled. "I'm not a feather!"
But he didn't move, instead fiddling with his notebook.
Two little ones looked at the big, prickly arms circling their mommy's soft little waist. They bit their lips but could only envy them, not daring to grab or complain!
Who made Daddy so strong!
They have to grow up, grow up fast, and become strong, strong fast!
Both of their hearts were filled with the same thought, and they continued to listen to the story with undivided attention. As for their father, he was also multitasking, reading a book while occasionally looking up to watch Lin Meng interact with others online. He would sometimes give her a light touch on her soft waist, taking advantage of the opportunity.
The comings and goings in the house soon settled into a steady rhythm: the deep, sensual voice of a man reading aloud, the rhythmic tapping of a woman's fingers on her keyboard, and the occasional chirpy questions from two little ones, like birds, that made the whole atmosphere as beautiful as a painting.
After having a deep conversation with a long-lost friend on MSN, Lin Meng said goodbye to her friend and logged off. When she turned her face to look at the two little kids, she immediately covered her mouth with her hand, suppressing the smile that was about to break out.
Two little kids were sleeping on their stomachs, their two tender faces, as white and pure as dough figurines, exuding a tranquil beauty. What's both funny and heartwarming is that the corners of their small mouths, without fail, both had suspicious translucent traces. Their little faces were tilted to one side because of their sleeping posture, with drool spilling out—it's just so endearing no matter how you look at it.
How can my own child be so good-looking!
Lin Meng thought with delight, reaching out to gently push Rong Ling. Then she raised her other hand and pointed a slender finger at the two smaller ones. Rong Ling's reading voice paused for a moment, tilted his head, and bit her ear softly in a low voice.
"Shh, he just fell asleep for a little while and wakes up easily. Let me finish reading this story to him, then he'll sleep more soundly. Then I'll take them both back home!"
Lin Mengwu silently nodded, gently turning off the computer and placing it aside. Then, with a loving smile on her face, she watched the two children and enjoyed listening to her husband's stream of words that sounded so pleasing to the ear.
I have to say, if her husband went into broadcasting, he'd definitely be popular. But -- she chuckled, she wouldn't want so many people sharing his voice! He's hers!
After finishing the book, Rong Ling put it down. Lin Meng got off the bed to hug Xiao Youyou. Rong Ling also got off the bed and reached out to Xiao Haohuo.
"Oh, don't move!" Lin Meng hurriedly stopped him, whispering. "You're injured, don't hug me, just let me do it!"
"How fragile! That little scratch, it's long gone!" He didn't care at all.
She still stopped him. "No, it's okay, I know what I'm doing. You can't move, just let me handle this!"
"Look down on me!" He scoffed lightly.
"How could that be I just want you to get well soon," she said softly with a laugh.
He wouldn't listen to her at all, he simply scooped up little Haohao. She was so flustered that she immediately reached out to grab him back, but no matter how fast she moved, she couldn't keep up with him. With ease, he lifted little Haohao into his arms and then warned her by raising an eyebrow suggestively.
She pouted.
"They're all doing this for you, you know nothing about how they feel! Humph!"
He chuckled softly. "If I didn't understand your heart, I would have taken both of them! I wouldn't have deliberately left one for you. Come on, let's send these two back home!"
She was still mumbling.
If you really understood, you wouldn't be holding on!
He fell silent for two seconds, then said instead.
Actually, I just want to hug you. You hold one, and I hold the other. If neither of us is empty, it feels like home!
Such sentimental words were rare to hear from him, so their impact was naturally tremendous. Lin Meng was instantly soothed by his words, sweetly cooing and picking up Little Youyou, no longer complaining but instead beaming with joy, her radiance surpassing even the springtime flowers.
Rong Ling's lips curled up slightly!
After sending the two children back, the couple returned to their room. Rong Ling went to get medicine, while Lin Meng ran to the bathroom to fetch water. This was a habitual thing they did before going to sleep.
After Lin Meng came out of the bathroom, Rong Ling had already taken off everything except his underwear. Lin Meng was used to being a little embarrassed and didn't dare to look at his raised area. His gaze fell on his wheat-colored skin, which also made him blush. Then his face flushed slightly. This was probably because he hadn't touched him for several days. It was also probably because, after such a long time apart, he had finally returned, giving him a fresh feeling.
In short, her feelings were rather complex.
However, this certainly didn't stop her from diligently wiping him down and changing his bandages every day.
The lukewarm water, due to the towel being wrung tightly, flowed down her fair skin along her hand and arm with a gentle lapping sound. Once the towel was slightly drier, she spread it out, knelt on the bed with her legs, and skillfully began wiping him down. Despite this, her face flushed uncontrollably once again, perhaps even reddening a little.
At this time, his eyes were always particularly deep, and once they met, it would make her feel like she was being drawn into those pupils. So, she always lightly touched his gaze with hers, then smiled faintly, and continued to lower her head, earnestly wiping, while carefully avoiding the injured area.
She didn't know that every time he looked at her like this, he had an urge to incorporate her into his bones. So beautiful, so peaceful, so pure, so sincere. The longer and deeper he looked, the more he would sometimes inexplicably feel a kind of panic, a fear that she would disappear. This little person he had placed on the tip of his heart, if she disappeared, what would he do! There was no second her in this world!
"Little one..." he called her softly.
"Hmm" she replied faintly, bending down to reach his lower abdomen.
He reached out and grabbed her hair, playing with it.
This is also her catch!
“My hair’s all falling out!” she complained softly, stretching out her finger like an onion and smoothing the stray strands he’d pulled back behind her ear. This revealed a flawless half of her face. He shifted his focus, gently rubbing her cheek with his slightly rough fingertips. His touch was tender, as if handling something precious.
Her ear tips flushed red.
"Don't move!"
His fingers tickled her face, not uncomfortably, but rather in a way that felt oddly pleasant. It was a kind of comfort she wasn't quite used to, leaving her unsure how to react. Ever since he returned, this man had developed countless small gestures, touching her here and there with random affection. She couldn't possibly dislike it, but the sweetness welling up from deep within her, entwined with a blush of shyness, was something she hadn't quite gotten used to.
So, every time she would only whimper like that, in a way that was not at all resolute.
Of course, he didn't take it to heart. He still looked at her with such deep eyes, completely enveloping her in his gaze. This was both an undeniable domineeringness and an irresistible infatuation!
She wiped his entire body, except for the wound and that forbidden area. Picking up the basin, she went back to the bathroom to change the water. She returned with a wrung-out towel and blushed as she handed it to him.
"Wipe the rest yourself!"
>This is always the most awkward time, but luckily, he's very cooperative.
But this time, as he reached out with his big hand to take the towel she offered him, he grabbed her hand and the towel together.
"Wipe me down for me!"
That voice, different and husky, like someone who had been thirsty for a long time. Those scorching eyes, with magic in them, deeply teased her, tempting her.
Her body suddenly heated up, and some past memories resurfaced. She recalled him holding her before, the similar look in his eyes, and she remembered his passionate and forceful embrace, so tight sometimes that she felt he might suffocate her. She also remembered his movements, like a volcanic eruption, pressing against her relentlessly, as if he wanted to destroy her...
Her heart began to race, and her face was no better. She could clearly feel herself blushing furiously. In addition, her body felt hot, her throat started to dry up, and her lips were tight, because she remembered the feeling of his passionate kisses...
Oh no!
She was in a muddle, thinking about what she was even thinking. It was all just this jumbled mess. The man's clearly defined body lay before her, and she immediately thought of the feeling of touching those muscles – dry, warm, hard, with a strong hint of power. It was completely different from her own softness. Even just touching them would make her palms feel hot, as if she would be burned by the power hidden beneath that thin skin!
Her heart skipped a beat again, and she quickly tried to pull her hand away.
Oh no, she seems a little off now!
He should know what crazy things she's thinking about now, it would definitely kill her!
This is so embarrassing!
He wouldn't let go of her, squeezing her hand tighter. After a wicked smile at her, he pulled her into his arms with sudden force.
"Ah--"
She whimpered, scrambling to avoid the wounds on his body, which only made it easier for him to control her. With effortless ease, he pinned her beneath him.
His towering figure, like a mountain, directly enveloped her! She fell into his shadow, with the feeling of being shrouded by him, and the illusion of almost suffocating!
He pressed his lips to hers, but didn't kiss her. He simply teased her softly, ambiguously, blowing a warm breath onto the sensitive skin of her lips.
"Honey, baby, please wipe me down for me!"
A faint tingling, like a pleasant itch, danced across her lips before quickly burrowing into her heart. She stared at the face before her, undeniably beautiful and captivating, her mind momentarily lost. Lost in his gaze, she forgot to react. Her slightly parted lips hinted at a childlike innocence, utterly entranced.
She looked so beautiful, it pleased him and made him chuckle.
She's simply the greatest gift heaven could have given him. With her by his side, life would never be boring!
"We've been married for ages, there's no need to be shy about it, honey. Help me out with this, would you"
In a captivating smile, he finally kissed her lips.
---Aside---
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