My autobiography is definitely not a tragedy!
Chapter 279 - 196: The Siren’s Song

Chapter 279: Chapter 196: The Siren’s Song

Taking the torch from my senior with a sense of inevitability, I ran alone toward an unknown future.

In the Grain Rain season, the sun still shone brightly at noon, but by evening, it was already a continuous spring rain.

Just like my melancholic mood...

At half-past five in the afternoon, I walked out of my room in a state of despair, pondering the next path in life amid the wind and rain.

Death was almost inevitable.

How to die was the question...

Before long, the rain had soaked my clothes.

"Hey! It’s pouring, what are you doing out here?"

Suddenly, an umbrella appeared beside me, shielding me from the gloomy skies above.

I looked at Yan Weiwei’s puzzled face and gave a bitter smile.

"What can I do? Everyone dies eventually, all that’s left is to eat, travel, and wander from place to place..."

Yan Weiwei: "..."

It proved that sensible children aren’t pampered, but those who cry get the treats.

Under my naturally emanating defeatist vibe, and through Yan Weiwei’s friendly persuasion, Lin Haitang finally lifted the ban and actually took the initiative to invite me to her house for dinner.

Life’s fluctuations are indeed miraculous; when my career flourished, it often hit a low, but when life disappointed me, it suddenly climbed to a peak.

My career and love life seemed always to be half a wavelength out of sync, huh...

Luckily, during our time alone, I finally ascertained the truth.

About why I had suddenly offended Lin Haitang...

Alas! The Qin people have no time to grieve for themselves, yet later generations lament for them...

The dinner’s braised pork with preserved vegetables was particularly appetizing.

The fragrant Rice made me have two bowls.

It proved that there’s no melancholy that a bowl of rice can’t resolve.

If there is, then have two bowls!]

Seeing this, Meng Lang couldn’t help but stop.

Why had he suddenly offended Lin Haitang?

Yes! This completely piqued his curiosity.

But after going back and carefully reading it twice, confirming every word, there seemed to be no answer in the text...

He couldn’t help but twitch the corner of his mouth.

I want to know the answer, not how many bowls of rice I had for dinner!

Either the answer was 404’d, or... this dude was up to something!

The Qin people have no time to grieve for themselves, yet later generations lament for them?

Translated into plain language, it means: You later generations also experience Laozi’s pain?

Hey! Dude, you’re kinda asking for trouble here!

Meng Lang felt an urge to drag this guy out and beat him up, but alas, the book didn’t have that function.

He could only continue reading.

[After dinner.

"Hey! Here, take this!"

"What?"

I puzzledly took the ticket Yan Weiwei handed over.

"Got an extra ticket, and since you’re always idling around, eating, traveling, wandering, you might as well come along!"

Yan Weiwei pursed her lips casually, her tone nonchalant but her eyes showed a bit of concern...

...

Two days later, as a film investor, Yan Weiwei and I, at Mr. Bao’s invitation, boarded the luxurious cruise ship "Carnival Dream."

Initially, I refused.

But later, knowing that this luxurious cruise ship hosted over three thousand people, had a displacement of 130,000 tons, featured fifteen decks, and more than a thousand cabins, its scale comparable to an aircraft carrier.

And that it was equipped with comprehensive life-saving equipment...

I gladly went.

That day, standing on the shore, looking at the enormous vessel over 300 meters in length, I wore a thoughtful expression...

The investors’ gathering went smoothly, Mr. Bao was a mature investor, business was discussed as business.

There were no cheesy scenes of the poor guy getting humiliated, everyone enjoyed themselves.

It was finally agreed that Wanwu Holding would invest 300 million, Yan Weiwei 20 million, Mr. Bao and other investors 180 million, a total investment of 500 million to jointly fund "Pegasus."

Afterward, Yan Weiwei dragged me around the casino, participated in an auction, toured the mini golf course, water park, public deck dance floor, bar, entertainment room, spa center...

As an ordinary person, I fully witnessed the grand complexity and dazzling luxury inside this cruise ship in one night.

However, I lacked interest in those entertainment options, instead always heading down to the facility areas of the lower decks.

The more I saw, the brighter my eyes became.

This was not just a cruise ship, it was a city...

A floating city on the sea, away from all conflicts, an oasis!

A plan gradually took shape in my heart...

"Eh? What are those people doing?" Yan Weiwei’s voice pulled me out of my reverie.

Following her gaze, I looked towards a dark corner at the stern not far away.

There, three shadowy figures were sneaking about, seemingly pulling up something long and rope-like together.

By the dim moonlight, I saw a dripping wet black waterproof bag being hauled up by several people.

I looked around.

This spot was far from the entertainment area, quiet and deserted.

A foreboding feeling suddenly emerged in my heart, a premonition borne from numerous close encounters with fate...

"Let’s go!" I whispered.

"Hey! What are you guys sneaking around here for!"

"..."

I looked incredulously at the carefree Yan Weiwei as she walked out from the corner.

"What are you doing?"

"What do you mean what? These guys obviously look like no good. They’re clearly up to no good, we caught them, so naturally, we need to eradicate harm for the people and enforce justice!"

Yan Weiwei wore an undaunted expression as if she had never known what strategic retreat meant.

The three shadowy figures were clearly startled, their fierce gazes immediately turned towards us.