My autobiography is definitely not a tragedy!
Chapter 479 - 312 Experts Have Spoken

Chapter 479: Chapter 312 Experts Have Spoken

In the twilight hours.

"Mom! I’m back!"

"Xiao Lang’s back!"

When Yang Hui walked out of the courtyard full of excitement, she immediately froze...

...

"Haitang, Weiwei, come on, have some strawberries. You must be tired after sitting in the car for so long."

"Xiao Yu, this is a stir-fried rice cake made by Auntie herself, try it."

"Thank you, Auntie."

"Thank what? Treat this like your own home. Oh my! How can this little face be so cute? I felt a kinship the moment I saw it! Come, sit next to Auntie."

Meng Lang sat on the sofa, eyeing the enthusiastic Yang Hui with suspicion.

"Mom, didn’t you say you weren’t feeling well recently? I haven’t noticed it at all."

"Cough! Just a small cold, you’re making a fuss. I already said you didn’t need to come back to see me."

Meng Lang: "..."

A small cold?

"The way you sounded on the phone, anyone would think you couldn’t even get out of bed!" he muttered under his breath.

"What nonsense are you talking about, haha! Don’t listen to his gibberish. Look at this child, he’s been caring from a young age. We catch a cold or cough, and he gets all anxious."

Yang Hui glared at Meng Lang, and at the same time, she didn’t forget to sell them hard.

She looked from one to the other, her eyes blooming with smiles.

Who would have thought that her son, usually as quiet as a mouse, had unexpectedly brought two stunning beauties home without a word.

She liked each of them and didn’t know which one to pick. It was indeed a happy Trouble...

"You, bringing guests home without giving a heads-up, I didn’t have time to prepare properly to welcome them!"

"Auntie, we decided to come over on a whim, sorry for the inconvenience."

"Not at all, how could it be an inconvenience! It’s not easy for you to come all this way, stay a few more days.

The big city is nice, but our countryside has the quiet, and the air is good. I’ll have Xiao Lang take you around tomorrow.

You guys sit tight, I have soup stewing in the pot. I’ll stir-fry a couple of dishes, and we can have dinner in no time!"

"Auntie, let us help you."

"No need, no need! Sit and enjoy the fruit. Xiao Lang, come out and help me!"

"Ah?"

"What ’ah’!"

"Oh!"

After Yang Hui had dragged away a reluctant Meng Lang, Lin Haitang and Yan Weiwei finally sighed in relief almost simultaneously.

The two exchanged glances, both looking somewhat uneasy.

"Is this where Uncle grew up? It feels so warm and cozy..."

Xiao Yu tilted her little head, looking around the Meng family’s courtyard, her eyes filled with a hint of envy, as if she was reminiscing about something.

"It’s actually a bit beyond my expectations. I thought his home would be filled with hidden dragons and crouching tigers."

Yan Weiwei took a piece of the stir-fried rice cake and stuffed it into her mouth, curiously examining the decorations around her.

"Yeah! I thought it would at least be heavily guarded..."

The two looked at each other and couldn’t help but giggle.

The way Meng Lang usually switched personas was incredibly fast, one minute a secret agent in a mysterious organization, the next a hidden master in the Martial Arts world.

Lin Haitang thought his home would be full of traps, and Yan Weiwei thought everyone in his family could walk on walls...

But now, seeing it was just an ordinary farmyard, and Mr. Meng’s mother was a kind and friendly rural woman, they experienced an unexpected collapse of their imaginations.

This mysterious guy, his family background turned out to be so grounded...

It really was a bit unscientific.

He came from an ordinary family, so where did all his skills come from?

"Look, Uncle’s family photo!"

Turning their heads, they saw an old photo frame placed beside the living room window, containing a picture of a family of four.

Beside Mr. Meng and his wife, standing next to Meng Lang was a tanned, short-haired little girl.

In the picture, Meng Lang, still in his somewhat unfashionable high school uniform, looked to be only eighteen or nineteen years old, with a shy smile on his face.

"So the guy looked like this in high school? Pretty delicate, huh?"

"Huh? What’s this?"

Xiao Yu suddenly picked up a stack of small cards from the corner of the coffee table.

The back was filled with rows of writing, and when flipped over, she realized they were photos...

Xiao Yu, curious, flipped through one of the photos of a pretty lady and read the words on it aloud.

"Meng Xiaofang, the granddaughter of Uncle’s cousin, age 22, university graduate, height 163cm, quiet personality..."

Lin Haitang: "..."

Yan Weiwei: "..."

...

"Mom, what soup have you made that smells so good?" Meng Lang walked into the kitchen, casually grabbed a cucumber, and took a bite.

"What soup, you stand right there for me!"

Yang Hui snatched the cucumber from him and stood with a hand on her hip, staring at Meng Lang.

"Spill it, what’s the deal with those two girls?"

"What do you mean, what’s the deal? Didn’t I explain to you? We went to Xi An to hike the other day and just happened to come back together by chance.

You know how these city folks also like to run to our countryside these days, acting like they’ve never seen the world..."

"Don’t give me your cheek! They... just happened to come by?"

"What else?" Meng Lang said somewhat helplessly.

How else could he explain?

Considering the grudges and love affairs of many past generations, he felt he’d need to make a whole series like "Eternal Love" to fully explain it all.

The story was so bizarre and convoluted, even he couldn’t disentangle it, let alone explain it to others...

"Smack!" He got a hit on the shoulder from his mom.

"You fool, don’t you get it! If a girl is willing to come home with you, that definitely means she’s interested in you! Don’t you know how to grasp the opportunity?"

Meng Lang rubbed his shoulder and rolled his eyes.

"Ah! Mom, your insight is profound; so, who do you think is interested in me between the two of them?"

"How would I know that?"

"See, that’s the problem. If you can’t tell, how could your foolish son? So these next few days, please use your rich experience and profound wisdom to help me figure out which of them is actually interested in me!

Once you figure it out, won’t I know what to do?"

"Hmm..." Yang Hui was slightly confounded.

The logic seemed fine, but something was off, wasn’t it?

"Mom, hurry up and cook. How can you leave the guests hanging in the living room? I’ll go entertain them now!"

Seizing the moment while his mom was still dazed, Meng Lang quickly made his escape.

"Hey! You scoundrel, I haven’t finished speaking!"

...

When Meng Lang returned to the living room, he found two adults and a child gathered around the table looking at a pile of photos.

"Hey! I think this Xiao Li is quite good; the note behind her photo says she’s hardworking and capable, must be someone who knows how to live a life."

"I actually think this Pingping is better, an only child, lively and cheerful..."

Who on earth are Xiao Li and Pingping?

"What are you all chatting so merrily about?" Meng Lang walked over curiously, picked up a photo, and then...

Meng Lang: "..."

"Hahaha..."

Looking at the group in front of him laughing in unison, he awkwardly wanted to dig a three-bedroom apartment to crawl into; this was truly a social death...

Mom, what an assist from heaven!

I never thought that while I was agonizing over my own romantic troubles, you weren’t idle either.

This pile of profiles... it’s almost as thick as a deck of cards, isn’t it?

Are you sure my few days of holiday are enough?

He sighed internally in resignation.

Experts say that you should sleep at least 7 hours a day...

A person who can’t find time to sleep will eventually find time to get sick.

By the same logic.

A person who can’t find time for romance will eventually find time for matchmaking...