My autobiography is definitely not a tragedy!
Chapter 174 - 146: How Can One Have a Home When the World is Not at Peace?

Chapter 174: Chapter 146: How Can One Have a Home When the World is Not at Peace?

"No! Don’t! Please, no..."

Meng Lang jolted awake from his bed, his face already drenched in sweat.

"Huff~ Huff~" He was panting heavily.

It turned out to be a nightmare, thankfully just a nightmare!

His brain gradually cleared a bit, and he twisted his somewhat stiff neck, then got out of bed and washed up in a daze.

However, the dream from last night kept resurfacing in his mind.

In the dream, he had a family, busy all day working as if his life depended on it, and at night he would come home to a meal, a virtuous wife, and later they even had twins.

His parents were healthy, life was blissful, and the kids were also his.

Yet suddenly one day, he went into a frenzied rage, and blood filled the cozy little house in an instant, shattering the tranquil life completely.

The last scene of the dream was him slowly approaching the two chubby little ones in the crib...

"Slap slap!" He slapped his own cheeks hard, struggling to pull himself out of the inexplicable emotions.

"It was just a dream!" Meng Lang consoled himself.

However, this dream seemed to reflect the deepest fears of his heart.

Speaking of which, these several updated lives seemed to no longer mention any love interests...

"Is that the reason?"

Love is like a hand that wants to touch but then retracts...

He shook his head and smiled bitterly.

How can there be a home if the world is not at peace?

Being a man who can predict the future is tiring, but being a good man who can predict the future is even more exhausting!

"Don’t let me find out who’s messing with me from behind, otherwise, even if I stay single for life, I’ll make sure you pay!" Meng Lang grit his teeth in anger!

Blocking someone’s financial path is like killing their parents, and stopping someone from ending their single life is absolutely unforgivable!

He moved his body around, and the good news was that the fatigue from yesterday had vanished after a night’s sleep, and his energy was fully replenished after eating.

There was no noticeable discomfort in his body.

But a physical checkup was still necessary, things like ECG, brainwave tests, and a brain CT scan were in order.

What if there are some deep-seated sequelae?

He looked up at the clock on the wall, it was almost eight o’clock, he had slept for quite a while.

Meng Lang put on his sportswear, and just as he opened the door, he noticed a plastic bag hanging on the handle outside.

There was also a sticky note attached to the plastic bag.

Meng Lang picked it up to read it.

[Uncle, remember to eat breakfast, sister took me to school, and don’t forget to come to the performance tonight!（^_^）]

He opened the plastic bag, inside was a bacon egg roll wrapped in cling film, still steaming hot.

Meng Lang smiled knowingly.

The last bit of negative emotion in his heart was completely cured by the little girl’s breakfast.

Indeed, with no stomach cancer and having escaped prison, what’s a little thing like the end of the world?

If that’s not the future I want, then it can’t be written into history!

...

Meng Lang went downstairs to the complex and began his morning exercise.

Health is the capital of revolution, to refuse stomach cancer one must persevere.

First-class Residence, where Yan Weiwei lives, is a well-known upscale neighborhood in the area, with a price per square meter over 40,000.

The environment of the community needs no mention, with proper greenery, ample public space, and comprehensive security monitoring. Basically, those who live here have some wealth.

There were quite a few people doing morning exercises, and many others were leisurely walking their dogs.

Meng Lang jogged while taking in the scenery around him.

It’s been so many days living here, and he hadn’t really taken the time to walk around the place; today was a good opportunity to familiarize himself with the environment.

"Woof woof!"

A dog barked at him as a couple walked by with their pet.

Meng Lang, who came from the countryside, didn’t mind, glaring at it and quieting it down.

After running two laps around the neighborhood and working up a bit of a sweat, suddenly there was commotion ahead.

About a dozen people were gathered together, with the sound of arguing coming from within the crowd.

Meng Lang, curious, drew closer.

"Are you looking to die, not leashing your dog while walking it?"

"Are you blind? The road is so wide, why did you have to get close to our baby? If you hadn’t scared it, why would it bite you?

I haven’t even started with you yet! Why did you hit my baby?

If it’s damaged, you’ll be responsible. I’ll sue you!"

"Hey! Stop throwing ’Laozi’ around, who do you think you are? Do you know who I am? You should be careful when hitting a dog, you have to look at its owner!

Looking at how you’re dressed, all shabby, probably a construction worker, right? Do you know the feeding costs of my dog could cover your monthly wage?

Talk about killing my dog? You can’t afford the consequences if it’s injured!"

Meng Lang peered into the crowd, seeing three people and a dog in a standoff.

What a coincidence, one party was the dog-walking couple he had just encountered.

The couple wore branded clothes, with the middle-aged woman adorned in gold and silver, clearly possessing considerable wealth.

The middle-aged man was protecting his dog behind him, locked in a confrontation with another man.

Behind him, the black Rottweiler appeared injured and limped, as if it had been kicked, but its eyes remained viciously fierce, baring its teeth, drooling, glaring at the man opposite, and barking furiously from time to time.

It was clear to see, the dog truly wasn’t leashed.

The man facing them had a tough-looking face covered in meat, wearing a tank top with a jacket over it, his body rippling with muscles, looking somewhat ferocious.