My autobiography is definitely not a tragedy!-Chapter 1024 - 597: Rest in Peace

People’s Hospital.

Glancing at Yan Weiwei, who was still keeping vigil by the bedside, Lin Haitang sighed lightly and walked out of the ward.

As a result, she bumped into Fan Shigang, who had just returned with a lunch box.

"Lawyer Lin, are you leaving?"

"Yes! Elder Yan’s condition is quite stable, and Weiwei is feeling much better. I’m going home to see Xiao Yu and will come back to check on Elder Yan tomorrow."

"Alright, we’re here, don’t worry about it! Oh, by the way!"

Just as Fan Shigang was about to enter the ward, he suddenly turned back and called out to Lin Haitang.

"What’s up?"

"Why hasn’t Master Meng come by these last few days?"

"Him? He’s probably been busy..."

Lin Haitang didn’t know why Fan Shigang asked this, so she could only answer in this way.

"No matter how busy he is, he should still come by. It’s such a good opportunity... Yan Master is definitely going to be upset!"

"Upset? Why?" Lin Haitang was puzzled.

"Isn’t it obvious? As Yan Master’s pursuer, shouldn’t he be there the whole time at such a critical moment? Master Meng is being foolish!"

Lin Haitang: "..."

...

1103.

Ten o’clock at night.

After Xiao Yu had fallen asleep, Meng Lang was just about to take out his phone to send a message to Lin Haitang to ask how Elder Yan’s acting was going when the sound of a lock turning came from the door.

Then he saw Lin Haitang walk in.

"Oh, you’re back?"

"Yes! Things are quite stable with Elder Yan, so I came back to check on Xiao Yu... Where’s Xiao Yu?"

"The little one just fell asleep."

Lin Haitang changed into slippers and looked at Meng Lang.

"These past few days... it’s been tough on you."

"You’re not an outsider, are you? You must be tired, go wash up first, I’ll make you something to eat."

"No need to go to the trouble..."

Watching Meng Lang head into the kitchen on his own, Lin Haitang felt a warmth in her heart, yet her gaze flickered with a hint of shyness...

...

When she emerged after showering and changing into a nightgown, a bowl of piping hot... zhajiangmian? awaited her on the table.

The freshly cooked noodles were drizzled with steaming sauce, and the rising steam wrapped with the scent of the sauce drifted into her nose, with a layer of cucumber and radish strips on top.

Such a simple bowl of noodles, yet it inexplicably reminded her of the taste of home...

Returning home late as a child, her mother would always cook a bowl of the same noodles, that warm feeling... how long had it been since she experienced it...

Lin Haitang looked at this bowl of noodles with a bit of nostalgia, stirred it, picked up a bite, tasted it, and immediately her eyes widened...

"How is it? I made it based on a gut feeling, not sure if it suits your taste." Meng Lang asked with a smile from beside her.

Based on a gut feeling?

Based on a gut feeling, you made it taste like Liubiju?

"Hmm... it’s very authentic. I haven’t had such an authentic old Beijing zhajiangmian in a long time..."

Lin Haitang gave Meng Lang a peculiar look.

"Has anyone ever told you that you have a knack for making noodles?"

Meng Lang chuckled.

There’s no such thing as being naturally gifted, it’s all thanks to brotherly help...

After all, with so much experience combined, how could it not be authentic?

"Haha! No, you’re the first."

"Hmm... what about the one who eats saozi noodles?"

"Uh..."

Meng Lang was sweating at this point, why bring up the "ex-wife" at such a warm and sentimental moment...

After so long, she still remembered the love-hate relationship between him and Lu Kexin?

Indeed, no matter how generous, the current girlfriend always holds a grudge against the ex?

"Don’t say that, my relationship with saozi noodles is pure, and besides, it’s a completely different story."

"What’s different?" Lin Haitang asked.

Meng Lang sighed.

"How can they be the same? Hers was something she couldn’t help, yours is something you can’t resist..."

Ultimately, Lin Haitang couldn’t withstand the cheesy lines of a thick-skinned man and tactically blushed while bowing her head to eat her noodles...

However, just as Meng Lang breathed a sigh of relief, thinking he had smartly gotten through this checkpoint, Lin Haitang suddenly muttered lightly as if speaking to herself.

"Weiwei... is also from West Shan..."

Meng Lang: "..."

Yes, Yan Weiwei is from Anxi, and of course, also from West Shan, but she really has nothing to do with this saozi noodles!

You know her, even if she did, it would be related to Dongpo pork!

Can I say she’s Lu Kexin’s hometown acquaintance, and this damn thing is just a coincidence of fate?

"Today at the hospital, Brother Fan complained to me, saying that while Weiwei was taking care of Elder Yan, why weren’t you there with her..."

Lin Haitang picked at the noodles, staring at the cucumber strips in the bowl, her tone as if discussing ordinary family matters.

Meng Lang was taken aback, how did it shift to Fan Shigang again?

Besides, that Yan Feng was purely putting on a show, why should I bother accompanying him in his act...

Wait! That’s not right!

"Weiwei is taking care of her father, why would I be there?"

"But... as Weiwei’s suitor, shouldn’t you be present at a time like this?" Lin Haitang looked at him with a half-smile.

"Uh..."

Meng Lang was stunned, then immediately recalled his first meeting with Fan Shigang.

Ah, back then, in order to find an ally against Yuan Li, I lied about being Yan Weiwei’s suitor to gather information...

Later, I never got the chance to explain it to him. That silly guy, could it be he still hasn’t realized I was just trying to get information from him?

What a mess this is!

How long ago did I throw that boomerang, and now it hits me right on the head...

"No, this is just a misunderstanding. At that time I..."

"So, do you prefer spicy noodles or fried sauce noodles?"

"Uh..."

Meng Lang was on the verge of tears.

I’m such a fool, really.

Why am I making noodles? Wouldn’t a simple egg fried rice be delicious?

Or maybe Yangzhou fried rice, Hujian fried rice, Cantonese style sausage fried rice, Hainan pineapple fried rice...

At least it’s not Beijing fried rice or West Shan fried rice... that’s safe!

"Actually I..."

"I like both of them quite a lot."

"Wha... what?"

Lin Haitang slightly lowered her gaze, "I mean, I like both of them a lot."

Uh...

You’re confusing me, is it you who likes them or is it me?

Something’s off! Today’s Lin Haitang is quite off!

Keep steering the conversation towards Yan Weiwei? Could it be that old fox Yan Feng is up to his tricks again?

Speaking of which, there’s always been a suspicion...

[Remember that day was Yan Weiwei’s birthday, to celebrate for her, Lin Haitang prepared a table full of delicious food and bought a lot of alcohol.

After a drunken night, Yan Weiwei left a note saying she was going "home to inherit the family fortune," and disappeared so suddenly from everyone’s world...]

Hmm... she left the next day, but the drinks that day were bought by Lin Haitang...

Analyzing it slightly, comparing the drinking capacities among the three: "Yan Weiwei<Meng Lang<Lin Haitang."

Without one person’s cooperation, it would’ve been quite difficult for Yan Weiwei to drink herself drunk, so...

It’s hard to say whether this was a "team operation" or not...

But regardless of whether it was, can’t we change the approach?

Always getting people drunk and only focusing on the outcome, does the process not matter?

No, no, that’s not the point, the point is...

Lin Haitang won’t be planning to fly to Beijing again, will she?

"Haitang, recently... has there been any change in your job, like on the Beijing side?" he probed carefully.

"Hmm? How do you know?" Lin Haitang was momentarily surprised, "The director did want me to go to Beijing to manage a new institution, but I’ve already declined."

"Really?"

Lin Haitang seemed to understand Meng Lang’s concern.

If it were in the past, maybe I really would have...

But now... 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

She lifted her almond-shaped eyes, glancing at him with a hint of reproach, then put down her chopsticks, "I’m full~"

She stood up, raising her arms and stretching with a big yawn.

"Ugh~ so tired, yesterday I shared a tiny hospital bed with Weiwei, today my back feels a bit sore."

At this moment, Lin Haitang’s hair tips were still slightly damp from the shower, emanating a pleasant scent of body wash.

She was only wearing a gray silk camisole nightgown, and with her arm raised, the sleeve slipped down, revealing a pair of smooth arms as white as jade, making her other assets even more striking.

The already short hem of the nightgown pulled up slightly with the movement, making her long and smooth legs appear even more graceful...

Meng Lang told himself not to look, but his eyes refused to obey.

Fool!

Seeing Meng Lang looking all dumbfounded, Lin Haitang suppressed her embarrassment.

"Ugh~ my neck feels a bit stiff, maybe I’ve got a crick in it... do you think I should have an old herbal doctor check it out..."

"Uh... ah? An old herbal doctor? Sure... no wait, I’m the old herbal doctor, how about... I help you with it?"

"Hmm... wouldn’t it be too much trouble for you..."

"No trouble at all..."

"Hmm~"

"What is it, did I hurt you?"

"No, it feels very nice..."

"Gulp~ then... I’ll go a bit lower..."

After a while, from the girl lying face down on the sofa with her head buried in a pillow came a response that was faint and muffled, as quiet as a whispered mosquito.

"Hmm~"

...

"Hmm? What’s wrong?"

"Don’t... not here, Xiao Yu... let’s go to your place..."

...

"Pfft!"

"Hey, hey, hey! I admit I’m a bit nervous, but laughing at this moment is a bit disrespectful."

"No, I just suddenly remembered what you said before, if marriage is the grave of love, when two people marry it means dying together... so what should we call it now?"

"Hmm... rest in peace?"

"Pfft~"

"Ah~"

"You scoundrel~"