My autobiography is definitely not a tragedy!-Chapter 1015 - 589: You Can’t Hide It When You Like Someone

Chapter 1015: Chapter 589: You Can’t Hide It When You Like Someone

Looking at Yan Feng’s beaming face.

Meng Lang really wanted to just rush in and expose this old guy’s shameless true nature.

But seeing this "fatherly love, filial piety" scene before him, barging in to destroy this "harmonious atmosphere" seemed somewhat inappropriate?

The key point is that with Yan Weiwei’s fiery temper, suddenly being told it’s all a setup while her emotions are high might cause her to explode on the spot.

She’s crying like a child now, but when she gets physical, she becomes utterly ruthless.

And as proud as Yan Feng seems now, he’ll likely be utterly miserable later.

As they say, deceiver’s joy is fleeting, exposure leads to disaster.

Even if it doesn’t lead to immediate need for a rescue team, his old bones are bound to suffer...

Of course, this is deserved, and Meng Lang wasn’t ready to sympathize with this old coin.

But now, he’s my benefactor...

It doesn’t matter if he resents me afterward, but what if he pulls the funding on the spot?

After all, that 500 million from Lingjing Media was for real, and if Yan Weiwei punches him into the ICU...

Oh, the first step was pulling him onto the Wanwu Holding bandwagon, and the next was to personally push him off, breaking several old bones...

If word got out, how could I ever attract investors?

Moreover, although the tactics were shameless, was he wrong?

In fact, putting myself in his shoes, he’s just a poor old man carrying the burdens of family fortunes and martial arts prestige, trying hard to fulfill family responsibilities under dual pressures of having no successor and a rebellious daughter.

Setting aside the methods, he only wanted to find a good match for his daughter, hopefully have a chubby grandson to inherit billions, and then he saw me, standing out among the crowd...

Alas! Ultimately, it’s hard to dislike someone with a good eye...

Just as Meng Lang shook his head, lamenting his own excellence, hesitating about whether to expose the scam, Yan Feng, the drama king, finally noticed Meng Lang standing at the door...

His eyes instantly brightened.

"Xiao Meng is here, come in and sit."

"Uh... haha, Elder Yan, you look pretty good!" Meng Lang could only walk into the room and approach the bedside.

Yan Feng didn’t pick up the nuance in his words.

"Xiao Meng, don’t comfort me, I know my own body.

Used to be, I’d match strength with young men without hesitation, now I can’t even walk steadily, it doesn’t matter if I’m sick or not, I don’t have many years left.

It’s just a pity for Weiwei, so young to lose her parents..."

Sentimental! Keep laying it on thick!

The doctor already said you’re lucky to have a few years left, acting like you’re about to breathe your last, making it seem like a memorial service.

Just showing off your atmosphere skills, huh?

"Ah! When I first met Xiao Meng, you pitched to me saying insurance is preparation for the future, planning for when alive and when dead, parents planning for their kids.

You said people face sudden misfortune, unpredictable fate, never knowing whether tomorrow or disaster comes first.

Unexpectedly, it’s come true! Haha..."

What, blaming my jinxed mouth?

Turning around, I saw two women scowling fiercely at me.

Hey hey! Those were just insurance sales pitches, you two praised my guts back then...

"Xiao Meng~" Yan Feng grabbed Meng Lang’s hand, gently patting his hand back.

"Your abilities and character, I’ve observed them, and I know my time is limited. Before leaving, my greatest concern is my child.

After I’m gone, only Weiwei will be left in my thoughts..."

His voice trembled slightly, eyes moist, vividly portraying the image of a loving, helpless old man.

Then he looked at Yan Weiwei, holding her hand.

"So, today I want to entrust her to you..."

Before anyone could react, Yan Feng had already placed Yan Weiwei’s hand on Meng Lang’s hand.

Her fingers were slender, proportionate.

Meng Lang: "..."

Yan Weiwei: "..."

Lin Haitang: "..."

"What... what are you talking about?!" Yan Weiwei snapped back, immediately pulling her hand back as if shocked, face flushed with anger as she looked at Yan Feng.

Meng Lang’s mouth twitched, instinctively looking at Lin Haitang.

The other person looked calm, with an uninvolved demeanor, but the look was full of meaning...

Hey hey hey! Can’t you see?

He’s acting, he’s acting!

Alright, alright, playing this way, huh, you old rascal.

Meng Lang countered by gripping Yan Feng’s wrist, replying with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

"Haha! No need to be so pessimistic, Elder. Doctors say dragging this out for another few years isn’t impossible. The key is mentality.

Besides, did you forget, I have some medical skills?"

Yan Weiwei paused, eyes flashing with realization.

Oh right! How could I forget there’s an old Chinese medicine expert here?

Master Li almost reached the gates of hell and Meng Lang saved him with a few needles, maybe...

"Meng Lang, are you saying you can treat this illness?" Lin Haitang found it hard to believe.

After all, for traditional Chinese medicine, emergency aid works fine, but curing a brain tumor with a few needles and medicines seems too much like a fairytale.

"I’m no god; curing such illnesses is beyond me. However, assisting Elder with pulse adjustment and body’s conditioning is doable..."

Yan Feng instinctively wanted to draw back his hand, but was restrained by Meng Lang as he grabbed his pulse, three fingers together, pressing the pulse with their tips.

After a moment, he narrowed his eyes, gazing at the other person.

"Hmm... Elder is as vigorous as ever, his pulse rhythm is stable, steady and strong..."

Yan Feng felt a little uneasy under Meng Lang’s gaze, but being an experienced man, he maintained composure.

"Maybe because I’ve been practicing martial arts for years, I’m usually fine, but this afternoon, out of nowhere, I had a splitting headache, and then everything went black.

Now, I still feel weak all over and have a dull pain in my head... um..."

His face suddenly showed a hint of pain, and his breathing became rapid.

"What’s wrong?" Yan Weiwei stepped forward, looking worried.

"Hah~hah~... It’s nothing, maybe talking too much made me a bit tired." Yan Feng reassured with a slightly labored smile.

Meng Lang: "..." 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

Alright! Such a garlic move!

It’s because he counted his medical skills in, that’s why he chose a brain tumor.

If something goes wrong and he calls for a headache, which traditional doctor can continue the treatment?

Unless he’s like Hua Tuo treating Cao Cao, and performs a craniotomy...

The problem is, even if he could do it, he doesn’t have a medical practice license...

"Bed 18 patient, time for an IV drip."

Just then, a young nurse came in. Meng Lang had to make way for the nurse to approach the bed and hang the IV bag, inserting the needle into the vein on the back of Yan Feng’s hand...

Yan Feng’s face visibly relaxed immediately, and his breathing also steadied, allowing Yan Weiwei and the other woman to breathe a big sigh of relief.

Meng Lang couldn’t help but twitch his mouth when he saw the IV bag with no label as expected.

Alright! Go the whole nine yards with the act, right!

If it weren’t for the fear that tomorrow’s headline news would report a family ethical tragedy at the People’s Hospital...

Would you believe I’d finish those two bottles of glucose on the spot?

"You must be the patient’s family, right? The doctor said the patient needs more rest and it’s best for him to stay in the hospital for a few more days for observation.

Also, only two family members are allowed to stay in the special care unit. Don’t bring too many people."

"Okay, thank you, nurse."

After the nurse left, Yan Weiwei looked at Yan Feng, who seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep, and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes.

She returned to the bedside and, with an unusually gentle expression, tucked Yan Feng in.

Meng Lang clearly saw Yan Feng’s lips curl into a barely noticeable smirk...

His mouth opened slightly, but in the end, he didn’t have the heart to expose him on the spot.

Ah well! Forget it, forget it, for the sake of your old age, let you enjoy a few more days of this "final tenderness"...

Luckily, Lawyer Lin is also here; drawing up a will, she’s a professional...

Lin Haitang sighed as she watched the scene.

"Meng Lang, I want to stay tonight with Weiwei. I’ll leave Xiao Yu to you."

"Uh..."

Actually, Meng Lang wanted to say it’s completely unnecessary. With you all here, the old man still has to pretend to be sick.

Once we leave, who knows, he might even start dancing in the room...

"What’s wrong?" Lin Haitang asked, puzzled, seeing Meng Lang hadn’t responded.

"Nothing, step outside with me for a moment, I have something to tell you."

Lin Haitang took one look at Yan Weiwei by the bed, nodded, and followed Meng Lang out of the hospital room.

"What’s up?"

"It’s about Elder Yan, he..."

"Relax, I didn’t take Elder Yan’s words to heart."

"No, that’s not what I meant... uh... really not taking it to heart?"

Men can be so contradictory sometimes, worrying you’ll be jealous, and also worrying you won’t be jealous...

Lin Haitang rolled her eyes at him and then let out a soft sigh.

"Compared to Elder Yan’s thoughts, I’m more concerned about Weiwei’s feelings.

You know, you can’t hide liking someone..."

Meng Lang: "..."

...

In the end, Meng Lang couldn’t tell Lin Haitang the truth.

After all, their issues weren’t caused by Yan Feng.

At most, Yan Feng was just a trigger, while the real cause lies within themselves...

"Bang!" Closing the car door, he picked up the book "Meng Xiaolang’s Travelogue" again.

In the dim car light, he reopened the photo.

Meng Qingqing was holding a little girl standing beside Yan Weiwei.

At the time, he thought it was his niece; now it seems...

The little girl was very cute, indeed having a resemblance to Meng Qingqing in her features.

Hmm... and somewhat to him as well...

[There was a time when the little one ran to our house every day.

At that time, Meng Qingqing was also here, turning the little one into the second little rascal, sticking close to her.

That time was one of the rare warm moments in my life...]

Reading the description, he vaguely understood why the words in the book were so restrained.

Hints were there, but not many...

He probably only realized his daughter’s truth many years later, by which time, the emotional bond was already deep.

In such a scenario, would you directly reveal the truth, then let yourself stir the butterfly effect, making her disappear in another time and space?

Giving you hints, although not many, is already quite considerate.

Besides, it’s not just about the child...

The book also barely touched on Lin Haitang and Yan Weiwei, avoiding mentioning his emotional lines too much.

It almost seemed like something was being consciously covered and hidden...

Looking at Lin Haitang standing on the other side of Yan Weiwei, hand in hand, as close as ever, Meng Lang pondered...

After a long while, he let out a long sigh.

Lin Haitang was right, you can’t hide liking someone.

It’s only when you like two people that you need to hide...