My autobiography is definitely not a tragedy!
Chapter 117 - 96 Digging One’s Own Grave

Chapter 117: Chapter 96 Digging One’s Own Grave

"Click!"

Meng Lang closed the door and just got to the elevator when he paused, only to see Lin Haitang also waiting for the elevator at the hallway entrance.

"Uh... what a coincidence."

Seeing it was Meng Lang, Lin Haitang’s face turned slightly awkward.

"Yeah! Still have to go to work."

"Oh, I see."

The elevator doors opened, empty inside, and both of them silently walked in. They were on the 11th floor, and the elevator’s digital display slowly started descending.

"That... I’m sorry about just now."

"Ah? What?" Meng Lang didn’t quite catch on.

"I shouldn’t have lashed out at you earlier."

After getting angry, Lin Haitang calmed down and started feeling regretful.

After all... what kind of life someone leads is their own freedom. If two people are willing, whether they go to a bar or a hotel, what right does she, an outsider, have to judge?

She thought it must have been the events from last night that threw her off balance, with strange thoughts cluttering her mind.

"Oh, it’s nothing, actually... "

"Ding~" Just then, the elevator reached the ground floor, the doors opened, and several residents were waiting outside. Meng Lang had to stop mid-sentence and walked out of the elevator with Lin Haitang.

"What were you about to say just now?" Once they were outside the building, Lin Haitang looked at Meng Lang.

"Hmm..." Meng Lang hesitated for a moment, "Do you want to go somewhere with me?"

"Hmm? Where to?" Lin Haitang was puzzled.

"To... visit an old friend."

...

Su City First Affiliated Hospital.

Inside the hospital room, Lu Kexin lay on the bed with a somewhat vacant look in her eyes.

Since being brought to the hospital last night, she hadn’t been able to sleep. Her mind was a mess, but the only thing that remained clear was the suffocating feeling like falling into an abyss upon waking up.

And the first thing she saw in the darkness... that man’s ferocious face!

"Knock, knock!" The sound of knocking pulled Lu Kexin back to reality. She looked towards the door, paused for two or three seconds, then her eyes gradually widened.

"You... why are you here?!"

Meng Lang walked in, and Lu Kexin couldn’t help but shrink back towards the head of her bed, her eyes darting away in a very uneasy manner.

He helplessly placed the fruit basket he was carrying on the bedside table.

"Don’t be afraid, I didn’t come with any ill intentions today."

Entering behind Meng Lang, with a puzzled look on her face, was Lin Haitang.

She naturally recognized the woman who was somewhat shriveled up on the hospital bed as Lu Kexin, who had been with Meng Lang that day.

But now, with bandages around her forehead, she looked as if she had been traumatized, and upon seeing Meng Lang, she reacted as if a mouse had seen a cat.

What’s going on here?

Wait a minute! The marks on her neck... they look like strangulation marks, right?

Lin Haitang looked at the faint bruises on the other woman’s neck with a shocked face, her eyes full of confusion.

"I’m sorry, that day... it wasn’t my idea, I didn’t want to... I’m really sorry..."

Lu Kexin hugged her knees, not daring to look into Meng Lang’s eyes, and just kept shrinking back.

"Yeah! I know; it was Wang Zhiping, right." Meng Lang said indifferently as he looked at her.

Lu Kexin’s body stiffened, and she looked at Meng Lang in disbelief.

He knew? Did he know all along?

Meng Lang sighed, "I heard about last night; the child is okay, right?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Haitang’s eyes nearly popped out.

A child? You two... have already gone that far?

But judging from the atmosphere at the scene, it didn’t seem to be the case, and the relationship between these two seemed very strange.

She silently stood by, quietly being an observer.

"The doctor said it was just a scare and prescribed some medication for stabilizing the pregnancy, it’s nothing serious now."

Seeing that Meng Lang wasn’t there to hold her accountable, Lu Kexin’s emotions stabilized a bit, but she still kept her head down, not daring to look into Meng Lang’s eyes.

"That’s good to hear." Meng Lang smiled, pulled over a chair, and sat down.

"Can you tell me about what happened between you two?"

Lu Kexin looked up at Meng Lang.

Maybe it was her guilt towards Meng Lang, or maybe it was his gentle tone, as though speaking to an old friend, that after struggling for a moment, she began to speak softly.

"I left the countryside at 18, came to Su City to struggle on my own.

Because I only had a middle school education, I couldn’t find a good job. I worked in textile factories, electronics factories, sold goods on overpass bridges, and apprenticed in a barbershop; I did all sorts of work.

Back home, my parents favored boys over girls, so most of the money I earned had to be sent back home to pay for my brother’s education. That period was the hardest time of my life.

I lived in a basement, and every meal was clear soup with egg noodles.

Later at a foot spa, I met Wang Zhiping.

He was five years older than me. He always sought me out when he came, bringing me little snacks. Of course, I could tell he was interested in me.

He started inviting me to have dinner and watch movies.

I didn’t refuse, because he always dressed well and drove a fancy car, throwing money around easily, and I could see he was wealthy.

My life began to get better, I sent more money home; my brother no longer had to worry about university tuition, and when I returned home, I was treated like a successful career woman.

Later... he confessed to me he was married."

At this point, Lu Kexin’s eyes slightly reddened, showing a bitter smile.

"But you didn’t choose to leave him," Meng Lang sighed.

"Leave? Why leave?" Lu Kexin suddenly laughed, a laugh tinged with bitterness.