My autobiography is definitely not a tragedy!
Chapter 439 - 290: Practice or Not_3

Chapter 439: Chapter 290: Practice or Not_3

"Forget it, no need to worry, don’t I know him well? He must have gone messing around with those no-good friends again—he’s definitely not the one to rely on when it matters most..." Xu Bonian sighed and waved his hand dismissively.

"Jing Feng is still young; it’s normal for him to want to have fun. Here, Dad, have some water."

Watching this "heartwarming" display of filial piety, Cui Jizhong, who stood by, silently admired his boss’s acting skills.

The young Master Xu Jingfeng, having heard that his father was "not in great danger," was probably about to lose points again...

Xu Jingsong had been waiting all night, probably just for this moment...

"Thump, thump!" Just then, a knocking at the door was heard, Cui Jizhong hurried to answer it.

"Oh Boli, you all right? I rushed here from Hainan as soon as I heard you had an accident. What happened to your hand? Is it serious?"

The door opened, and Xu Bolin and his son entered with looks of concern, quickly striding to the bedside.

"Haha! It’s nothing serious, just a car accident. The doctor said there’s nothing to worry about," said Xu Bonian with a smile.

But he failed to notice that nearby, Xu Jingsong’s expression had become slightly unnatural.

"Really? I heard it involved a drunk driver. It’s a society governed by law, yet it’s still not safe out there. Just the other day, my villa nearly got robbed—it nearly scared me to death!

Can you believe that?" Xu Bolin shook his head in dismay.

"What? There was a robbery at your place?" Xu Bonian was startled.

Xu Jingsong’s expression became even more unnatural, and unwittingly, his eyes met Xu Jinbai’s, which were locked onto him as if they could kill.

His heart skipped a beat.

"How did the burglary happen? Was anything lost?" Xu Bonian asked.

"It’s the weirdest thing; nothing was stolen. The guy just toured around my bedroom, and several of my bodyguards failed to catch him. The intruder’s skills must have been impressive for him to be so bold... haha!"

Xu Bonian frowned at Xu Bolin, suspecting that there was more to his words than he let on...

Turning his head, he saw Xu Jingsong standing silently by the side, looking somewhat pale and not his usual self, which made Bonian’s heart sink.

Before leaving, Xu Bolin cast a meaningful glance toward Xu Jingsong.

"Since you’re not in bad shape, then I’m relieved. We’re not young anymore; we should be enjoying the good life instead of waiting for accidents to happen.

Isn’t that right, Jingsong?"

"Haha!" Xu Jingsong could only give a forced laugh.

Once the visitors had left, the hospital room fell into silence.

"Jizhong, leave us," Xu Bonian commanded with a stern voice.

"Yes!" Cui Jizhong, sensing the uneasy atmosphere, quickly exited and shut the door.

"Tell me, what happened?"

"Dad..."

"What? You still want to keep it from me?" Xu Bonian spoke coldly.

"Do you take me for a fool, unable to see the implications in Xu Bolin’s words?"

Xu Jingsong’s face shifted colors for a moment, and at last, he had no choice but to explain what had happened...

"What?!" Xu Bonian’s face darkened completely.

"You actually... went ahead and... are you out of your mind!"

"Dad! It’s because he has gone too far! He keeps using underhanded tactics against me, time and again. I was left with no choice..."

"Enough!" Xu Bonian shouted, his face livid with anger, his chest heaving.

"Don’t be angry, Dad. The situation might not be that serious. Maybe they just think it was a petty thief..." Xu Jingsong said, lacking confidence.

"Idiotic! Nothing was stolen, and the intruder went directly to Xu Bolin’s bedroom with evident skill. Do you think he’s an idiot, not knowing what was intended?

Even if he doesn’t know who’s behind it, won’t he guess? What do you think Xu Bolin came here for today?

And how do you think my car accident happened?!" Xu Bonian slammed his good hand on the table in a rage.

"This... Your car accident..." Xu Jingsong’s complexion changed.

"He’s warning us, you make the first move, he’ll reply with an even bolder one! If you dare use such methods again, you’re forcing him to a point of mutual destruction!

You can hire an assassin, but can’t he do the same?!"

Xu Jingsong: "..."

...

The setting sun cast its last glow, and before him were Xiao Yu’s joyful laughter and chatter.

Meng Lang silently put away his phone, unable to help but sigh.

"Internal struggle, it’s everywhere..."

"Huh? What internal struggle?" Lin Haitang, licking the cotton candy in her hand, turned her head in confusion as she watched Xiao Yu playing with the water.

Meng Lang looked at the usually so "dignified" Mr. Lin, now so down-to-earth, and smiled.

"Let me tell you about a man who had an enemy he wanted dead. They were evenly matched in martial arts, neither one could best the other.

One day, he saw the Sunflower Manual in a bookstore and bought it, gritting his teeth... and he mastered the secret techniques.

His enemy, scared stiff, did the same and practiced the secret techniques as well.

In the end, their martial arts were still equal, and they still couldn’t do anything to each other, but now... that’s what internal struggle is all about."

Lin Haitang couldn’t help but roll her eyes.

"What about you then? If you had such an enemy, would you practice it?"

Meng Lang carefully pondered the question.

"I wouldn’t."

"Why not?"

"Because I have the Dugu Nine Swords, unbeatable; it’s lonely at the top..."