My autobiography is definitely not a tragedy!
Chapter 118 - 96 Digging One’s Own Grave_2

Chapter 118: Chapter 96 Digging One’s Own Grave_2

"You think I was deceived?" she chuckled. "A woman who fought her way up from the very bottom of society, could she really be so naive that she couldn’t tell if a man was married or not?

I’m not that naive, but I still chose to follow him."

Meng Lang remained silent.

"I once had an abortion; the doctor said it was my last hope..." Lu Kexin caressed her belly.

"So when he asked me to get rid of it again, I refused and, like many mistresses, began to pressure him to marry me. It’s pretty melodramatic, isn’t it?"

Lu Kexin smiled as she wiped away her tears.

"Then he told me that if we could find some honest person to take the fall, we could continue our ’happy’ lives... Ha! More like continuing to use each other.

And then... he set his sights on you.

He said you were too naive, a genuine honest man, and you had just experienced an investment failure in the stock market crash, making you the perfect candidate.

And so our chance encounter on the street was staged, intended to strike at your lowest moment..."

"You probably know the rest," she said.

Meng Lang sighed helplessly.

So that’s how it was!

Apart from Ma Qiao, the company know-it-all, most of the others had gossiped about my investment to some extent.

After the stock market crash, I had probably become the ’number two fool’ next to the unlucky Chen Cheng.

But what they didn’t know was that I was ’shorting’ the market. Not only did I not lose money, I made a fortune overnight.

So, in most people’s eyes, wasn’t I just a disheartened young man at the lowest point in his life?

In such a ’vulnerable’ state, using a seduction trick worked perfectly to trigger a ’critical hit’!

I must say, Wang Zhiping was quite good at reading people; if it hadn’t been for my cheat-like prophetic foresight, I would have been the patsy by now...

That’s why you should never treat anyone like a fool.

Even Wang Zhiping, whom I despised for his slick appearance and who I had treated like a mere backdrop in my life, had his secrets that nobody knew.

Life is full of traps!

"Only at the hotel when I was exposed on the spot did I realize you already knew I was pregnant.

My mind went blank at that moment, and then I thought a lot and began to be scared...

What if the child is born and our deception gets uncovered? What then for me and the child?

So despite his desperate pleas, I no longer wanted to continue, but I had no way out.

So... I sent his wife a photo of us being intimate, trying to force him to make a choice!

But I never expected... he would actually try to kill me...

And yet my child was still inside of me!"

Lu Kexin’s tears fell like rain, and she finally couldn’t help but sob with her face in her hands.

Watching this woman shake and cry, Meng Lang felt not so much a sense of schadenfreude as a sense of heaviness in his heart.

She was a hateful person, but also a pitiable one.

Perhaps only those who are well-off are more likely to become good people...

"Please forgive me, I didn’t want to do this, I was just blinded by desire," she said.

Meng Lang sighed, slowly stood up.

"If I had known the former you, maybe I would forgive the present you... Unfortunately, that’s not a question the current me can answer."

He took a box out of his pocket and gently placed it on the bedside table.

"Since we’ve met, let’s just call this... an early celebration for the little one who hasn’t been born."

After that, Meng Lang turned and walked out of the hospital room with a sense of relief, his steps light.

To have loved and to have been in love, just one extra word but separated by a whole past, as if from another life...

After a while, looking at the empty hospital room, Lu Kexin who felt somewhat lost at a loss, picked up the box Meng Lang had left behind.

Opening the box, inside lay five bundles of neatly tied red banknotes.

For no particular reason, Lu Kexin’s tears suddenly flowed like rain...

...

"You’ve been staring at me for three minutes now. Stop looking at me like that; if you have something to ask, just ask," Meng Lang said with resignation in the hospital corridor.

"Could it be... she was actually trying to make you..."

"Yeah! Exactly what you’re thinking, that Murphy," he confirmed.

Lin Haitang looked puzzled. Such a melodramatic scenario and you happened to stumble upon it; how unlucky can you get?

Wanted to laugh, but couldn’t find it funny.

"So, that night you two went to the hotel because..."

"The hotel?" Meng Lang paused for a second, then understood what she meant.

"Oh! So you saw that day, huh!"

"That... I accidentally bumped into it," Haitang’s face showed a bit of embarrassment.

"So, after listening to my explanation this morning, you really thought I was the type of person who could casually take a woman to a hotel after meeting her twice?"

Meng Lang finally understood the whole story and couldn’t help but cry and laugh at the same time.

Who would have thought I’m actually a gentleman of integrity and virtue, with self-control?

Err... never mind, the wrong choices in ’Les Miserables’ are still fresh in my mind; a guy like me can’t say such things with much conviction...

"I... I didn’t think that way." Haitang’s eyes drifted a bit.

"You say that with such a lack of confidence... Are you sure you didn’t imagine something even more disrespectful?" Meng Lang looked at her skeptically.

"Ahem!" She felt even guiltier and quickly changed the subject.

"Right! Who is Wang Zhiping?"

"He’s my boss’s boss, but after today, he’ll probably be an ex-colleague..."

Meng Lang’s tone was heavy with regret.

"Boss’s boss..." Haitang was somewhat speechless.

Someone so many levels up still plots against you? Is workplace intrigue really that intense?

"You don’t hate him?" Haitang looked at Meng Lang and asked.

"Hate?" Meng Lang laughed.

The one who should hate is him, actually.

I just wanted a bit of Italian fury before I left the job, to vent some frustration, but due to a twist of fate, I ended up sending the old boss to jail...

On charges of attempted premeditated murder, Wang Zhiping will get at least five or six years this time.

Huaxia Life, you owe me an outstanding employee.

As for Wang Zhiping, let him stay confused; scum doesn’t deserve sympathy...

"Forget it, they’re both pitiful. Anyway, I’ll never see him again, so why hold a grudge?"

"You’re pretty open-minded," said Haitang.

When she thought about how devastated and struck Lu Kexin had been just now, Haitang couldn’t help but think of her own mother.

Her heart was suddenly filled with emotion, and she gently shook her head.

"Marriage really is the graveyard of love."

Err...

Meng Lang gave Haitang a puzzled look, thinking her point of view was indeed unique.

Indeed, Wang Zhiping’s marriage was doomed from the start, and Lu Kexin chose an even more unfortunate path because of it, nearly losing her own life in the process.

"Hmm... If marriage is truly the graveyard of love, then matchmaking is like consulting on the feng shui for a grave, and confessing love is like digging one’s own grave. Getting married is like mutual suicide, shifting affection to another is like relocating a grave, and a third party is... grave-robbing.

Logically speaking, the grave robber has the highest risk to life safety – they’re a potential customer group..."

Meng Lang summarized Lu Kexin’s choice from a professional perspective.

"Pfft!" Haitang couldn’t help but laugh. "Your summary makes quite some sense."

"Ah, it’s nothing, just a spontaneous thought. After all, I’ve dug my own grave before..."

Meng Lang wore an expression like he couldn’t bear to look back at the past, and winked at Haitang.

Haitang was stunned for a moment, her face looking somewhat unnatural. She pretended nothing had happened and walked forward a bit, then suddenly thought of something.

"Right, you said you’ve only met her twice. How did you know she was pregnant? That’s the key to your seeing through her plot, right?"

Blind man, you’ve finally touched upon a crucial point!

Meng Lang smiled.

"You know, I can take one look at something and tell its approximate size, so guess whether I can tell if someone is pregnant or not with just one glance?"

Haitang was speechless and decided not to answer.

"Don’t believe it, huh?" Meng Lang smiled at her. "Let me do a test for you."

"What test?" Haitang asked curiously.

"I just looked at you, and I know for sure you’ve done something to wrong me! Do you believe it?"

Something to wrong you?

Haitang rolled her eyes. What kind of talk was that...

"I don’t believe it!"

"Is that so..." Meng Lang smiled meaningfully.

"Then let me ask you, that recording of my ’self-dug grave’... did you not delete it?"

Haitang: "..."

Meng Lang laughed.

That look... was unmistakably one of having seen a ghost.