My autobiography is definitely not a tragedy!
Chapter 156 - 130: Playing Possum

Chapter 156: Chapter 130: Playing Possum

"Uncle, I didn’t understand what you just said, but it seemed really impressive."

"Hmm...you think it’s impressive, too? To tell the truth, I also am..."

"Haha! Uncle, you’re so funny."

"No! I’m super serious."

"Hahaha..."

...

"Let go! Haitang, let me go, I need to beat this guy up, he’s just asking for it!"

Watching the two figures, one tall and one short, laughing and walking further away, Yan Weiwei finally couldn’t hold back her fury.

"Calm down! Calm down!" Lin Haitang was torn between laughter and tears as she held back Yan Weiwei.

"Shameless! This is just too shameless! Does he think he’s won a championship or something?

He actually said I don’t understand driving? I’ve never been spoken to like this as ’Su City’s Speed Demon’!

How could that bastard be so scared and yet come up with so many bizarre adjectives to show off?"

If it weren’t for the lack of lightning today, I swear he wouldn’t make it past this lamppost!"

Lin Haitang was speechless.

"Su City’s Speed Demon"? What kind of nickname is that...

Seeing Yan Weiwei gearing up to confront him again, she quickly restrained her.

"Alright already, so you can scare him, but he can’t get the upper hand verbally?"

"What do you mean ’verbally’? What he’s doing is worse than taking advantage of me!"

"Okay, I’ll remind him later that he should use his hands if he can instead of his mouth, alright?"

"He dare! I’ll break his damn paws!"

Lin Haitang rolled her eyes and then gave her a somewhat puzzled look.

"That’s strange, why are you so against him today?

Didn’t I already tell you that he doesn’t have a girlfriend, and that I was mistaken before?

Not long ago, weren’t you thinking about how to offer yourself to him? Today’s attitude doesn’t seem like you want to get closer, it’s more like you want to make an enemy."

Embarrassment flashed across Yan Weiwei’s face.

"I...I was impulsive at that moment! I’ve calmed down a lot recently."

Hmph! It’s his fault for knowing I was mistaken and not even offering an explanation...

"Hey! What are you two muttering about back there? Hurry up, come on!"

Ahead, Meng Lang held the elevator door open and called to them.

...

"Mmm! This smoked meat tastes good, nommm~"

Yan Weiwei devoured a piece of smoked meat with garlic sprouts, deliciously fatty and lean.

The lean meat had a distinct texture, with a chewiness different from fresh pork, beautifully paired with the succulent fat.

One bite in, the savory lean meat, juicy fat that wasn’t greasy, and the refreshing spiciness of the garlic sprouts created a unique smoked flavor.

Besides a few common dishes on the table, there were also spring rolls, duck necks, and smoked meat that Meng Lang had brought from his hometown.

"I didn’t bring much for everyone since I went home this time, these are some local delicacies from my hometown, try them out; Xiao Yu, taste this duck neck."

"Mmm! Delicious!"

"If it’s delicious, I’ll save a few more packs for you."

"Thanks, Uncle!" Xiao Yu smiled sweetly.

Seeing Meng Lang pull out several more bags of items like fungus and shiitake mushrooms from his hefty luggage bag, Lin Haitang couldn’t help but chuckle internally while she continued to eat.

Isn’t the typical special agent supposed to be a loner, or have family members who are part of some mysterious scientific institutions?

This one, however, came back from home like he’d been on a raid, the spitting image of bandits entering a village.

Hmm...this special agent is quite down-to-earth...

"Here! This is a return gift from my parents; they really liked what you got them."

Meng Lang smiled as he placed several carefully wrapped, yet not very expensive, delicacies in front of Lin Haitang.

"For me?" Lin Haitang was taken aback.

"Of course, it’s only polite to return the favor!"

"Return the favor?" Yan Weiwei’s eyes darted back and forth between the two.

"I didn’t know your relationship had progressed this fast. You’re already exchanging gifts without meeting? When do you plan to meet the parents?"

"Cough cough!" Just as he took a bite of his food, Meng Lang choked.

"Don’t talk nonsense!" Lin Haitang glared at Yan Weiwei. "Meng Lang has helped me so much, I’m just sending him something to express my gratitude."

"Express gratitude, and you had to do it behind my back..." Yan Weiwei sounded a bit aggrieved.

"What do you mean behind your back? You were so drunk that night you were out of it, insisting on showing off when you can’t hold your liquor."

"Hmm! Master Yan, with the way you roam the world, you really need to work on your drinking capacity," Meng Lang couldn’t resist throwing in his assist.

"What? My drinking capacity isn’t up to par!" Yan Weiwei glared at Meng Lang, getting angry just at the mention of it.

She had intended to probe him, but ended up embarrassing herself massively—it was truly a mortifying disgrace!

"Last time I was on my period and not feeling well. Do you dare to challenge me again today?"

Meng Lang was stunned. To think she’d use her period as an excuse—this woman was really fierce.

Lost in thought, he suddenly saw Yan Weiwei take out two bottles of Moutai from the same cabinet as last time, with a "Duang!" she slammed them onto the table.

Meng Lang was speechless.

Was that cabinet a "Moutai-specialized cabinet"? Why does it seem never-ending?

How much Moutai do you actually have stored in there?

It’s said that "those who buy Moutai don’t drink Moutai, and those who drink Moutai don’t buy it." What exactly does this person do for a living?

"What? Don’t dare?"

Meng Lang looked at Yan Weiwei with a mix of amazement.

Hmm... The collagen on her face is labeled "confidence," and the curve of her lips spells "provocation."

She definitely had a look of absolute certainty.

But... when it comes to drinking capacity, even if it’s something you train for, it’s not something that can be achieved overnight.

You just got knocked out by me a few days ago; what’s with this sudden burst of confidence?

Could it be that to seek revenge, you’ve gone off to train some sort of amazing skill to improve your alcohol tolerance?

Now the question arises: if she really knocks me out today... could it be counted as "rekindling an old flame"?

emm...

Making a choice isn’t hard; what’s hard is being forced to make a series of choices one after another, and each time you’re brutally questioning your personality!

So this time... am I a scoundrel, or not?

Fate’s gaze is so scathing, always challenging my weak spots time and time again...

Watching Meng Lang looking tempted yet seemingly hesitant, utterly torn, Yan Weiwei’s eyes narrowed.

"Do you dare or not? Stop hesitating like an old lady!"

Meng Lang looked at her resignedly.

[If marriage is truly the grave of love, then blind dating is checking the feng shui for the grave, confessing is digging your own grave, getting married is dying together, falling out of love is exhuming the grave, and a third party is grave robbing.]

Thinking of his own assessment, if marriage is truly the grave of love.

Then... what I’m about to do could be considered playing dead...

He sighed deeply.

Once, a beautiful woman forced me to submit, but I resisted. Only after losing her did I regret it, and nothing is more painful in life than this.

If heaven gave me another chance, I would tell that girl...

"Sorry! I have to go to driving school tomorrow; no drinking and driving, no driving after drinking!"

Yan Weiwei: "..."