My autobiography is definitely not a tragedy!-Chapter 1031 - 604: Stockholm Syndrome

Meng Lang was driving, glancing at Yan Weiwei who sat in the passenger seat with a dark face.

"Ahem! Actually, it’s understandable why the old man did this..."

Before he could finish, Yan Weiwei, who had nowhere to vent her anger, snapped back.

"Understand what? You understand nothing. You don’t even know the situation, nor how insidious and shameless that guy is!"

Meng Lang thought to himself, heh! I know a lot more than you do.

I even know what you’re planning to do next...

Of course, he couldn’t say this out loud.

With Yan Weiwei’s personality, if she found out he knew, she might just get so embarrassed and angry she’d silence him right there...

"How dare he joke about something like this. Does he know I’ve been crying these past two days... I should have hit him harder just now; should have made him stay in the hospital a few more days!"

Clearly still fuming, Yan Weiwei gritted her teeth.

"Uh... try to put yourself in his shoes. It’s not easy for the old man either, holding up such a large family all by himself.

Though his methods are a bit despicable, it’s somewhat understandable after all."

"You’re defending him? He uses such despicable means to gain sympathy, and I almost...

And here you are, not condemning the fraud, but speaking well of him?

Whose side are you on exactly?"

Meng Lang tugged at the corner of his mouth.

Honestly, logically, I’m on your side.

But emotionally, does it really hurt if the kid’s grandpa just wants a grandson?

"Ahem! I’m just speaking up for the old man from an outsider’s perspective."

Yan Weiwei was still simmering, glaring at Meng Lang fiercely upon hearing that.

Fair? The fraud wants fairness, and I, who was almost deceived... don’t get it?

Speaking of which, this whole thing is partly this guy’s fault!

If it weren’t for his ’one-time Power Transformation experience card’, the old man wouldn’t have resorted to pressuring her like this...

"Now that you mention it, I’m angry. Did you already notice when you were taking his pulse? No wonder yesterday at the hospital, you sounded a bit off!"

Somewhat realizing the situation, Yan Weiwei stared at Meng Lang and questioned.

"Uh..."

How did the conversation turn against me?

"You think I’m a human B-scan, can see a brain tumor coming? At most, I just had suspicions, and had to proceed with bold assumptions and cautious verification!"

Yet Yan Weiwei still didn’t believe him, "Really? You weren’t deliberately watching to see me make a fool of myself?"

"What stupidity is there to watch in this situation?"

"Hmph! Don’t tell me you didn’t notice that guy was... when he did that..." Yan Weiwei blushed slightly.

Thinking of Yan Feng pressing their hands together and saying, "I leave her to you."

She was so embarrassed she wanted to turn back now and beat him up again!

"What were his intentions?" Meng Lang grinned inside, intentionally teasing her.

Yan Weiwei, seeing Meng Lang’s expression, understood he was pretending to be dense and was determined to confront him.

"He wanted to matchmake us! What’s with that smug look of yours?"

Er... How should I respond to that?

Saying I’m not happy feels too fake.

Saying I am, fearing Yan Weiwei would throw a punch.

All he could do was feign modesty and cough gently.

"Ahem! The old man’s vision is commendable..."

Seeing Yan Weiwei about to explode, he quickly added.

"Of course! In reality, it’s human nature, nothing to feel awkward about. It’s just parents pushing for marriage!

Look at me, miles away, with no ancestral martial arts hall to inherit or any lineage to carry forward.

Even so, my parents sent a special messenger to push me to marry.

Oh right! Last time you visited my house, you saw how my mom was, wanting me to meet every girl within ten miles.

Don’t pretend you didn’t notice she wanted to set us up too! Did I look awkward?

Elders, when they find the right match, instinctively want to arrange life’s major events for the next generation!

We can refuse, but we must understand!

As the saying goes, love might be late, but the push to marry never is!"

Meng Lang’s self-deprecation finally eased Yan Weiwei’s mood a bit.

In fact, she had thought a lot over the past two days, about that broad back, her own stubbornness, and the past...

Toward Yan Feng, she really couldn’t bring herself to hate him...

But still, she had to maintain her tough facade.

"Hmph! What do you know, if that old guy was just pushing for marriage, it wouldn’t be a big deal. But he also..."

"Also what? Don’t tell me he wanted you to have a baby?"

"You..."

"Just kidding, why so tense?"

"Who... who’s tense!"

Meng Lang chuckled secretly.

Yan Weiwei felt a bit guilty and resorted to "It’s all your fault" to switch topics.

"Anyway, it’s all your fault. You suspected yesterday and didn’t say so directly. Why hint today? I think you wanted to see me make a fool of myself!"

Uh... you’re hitting the incident core!

How can I tell you I was indecisive then?

Was it right to reject such ’bad temptation’?

Or was it not enough to just say no...

"Ahem! I was afraid saying it straight would anger the old man, so I thought of a more tactful way.

You said earlier, what if he got so angry he fed me to the fish in the Ba River..."

Yan Weiwei rolled her eyes.

"Now you’re scared? Back at the mountaineering event, weren’t you all guts and called him out to his face?"

"Back then, I was just standing up for us."

"You... us!"

Yan Weiwei huffed, turning to the window, but couldn’t help a smile from curling her lips.

Meng Lang knew she didn’t understand his underlying words.

He just sighed quietly.

The first time Yan Feng duped me, I was angry enough to yell at him.

The second, I, the victim, actually defended and argued for his innocence...

In psychology, this is a classic case of Stockholm Syndrome.

Clearly, my mindset has subtly changed...

When did it start?

Hmm... perhaps since the mountain hike, when I grabbed Yan Weiwei and boarded the train back home together, our fates became entwined...

Jumped on the train first back then, and now it’s time to pay for the tickets...

"Girl!"

"What?" Yan Weiwei didn’t hear clearly. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

"I said, if it’s a kid, I’d rather prefer a girl..."

Yan Weiwei: ⁄(⁄⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄⁄)⁄⁄

"You... you’re nuts! Who cares if you like boys or girls!!!!"

"Tsk~"

The black bulletproof SUV weaved an S shape on the road before getting back on track...

In life, a man’s maturity is not about walking straight lines.

But turning detours into a scenic route...