My autobiography is definitely not a tragedy!
Chapter 501 - 330 Greater Insult_2

Chapter 501: Chapter 330 Greater Insult_2

He gently stroked her soft, long hair.

"And then? Are you planning to invest today and withdraw tomorrow?"

All ambiguity and allure instantly dissipated, Haitang shuddered through her body.

She lifted her head in disbelief.

"I guess you’ve already packed your bags, just waiting to leave without a word tomorrow morning. The reason? It’s nothing more than taking on an urgent case..."

Haitang: "..."

"And then, by the time I chase you to Su City, you might have already applied for a job transfer, and we will become strangers from that point on, parting ways forever?"

Haitang: "..."

"If I find you, will you just act like someone who abandons others after causing chaos, asking me to not keep pursuing you out of unrequited love?"

Haitang: "..."

Her eyes widened in disbelief as she looked at the other person, starting to doubt her entire life.

Was I that obvious...?

"Do you feel like you owe me too much, and you’re too embarrassed to refuse my investment intentions, so you found this middle-ground compensation scheme?

But have you considered whether I, the person being compensated, am willing to accept this plan?

Okay, you are clear-headed, but have you ever considered that this kind of reckless investing, arbitrarily withdrawing funds, is completely a malicious acquisition?

How much psychological shadow would that cast on me, an investor who is starting a business for the first time only to face failure?

What if I get obsessed over it and become solely self-funded? How will you explain to Aunt Yang?"

"I..."

Haitang then realized that her actions might indeed have been somewhat unfair to Meng Lang.

But thinking about it, something still seemed off, how did this conversation... turn you into the victim?

"I’m actually not..." Haitang began, then paused halfway as if unsure how to explain.

She fell silent for a moment.

"I can see that you know what kind of future you want, and what you are doing now is extraordinary, a world I still can’t touch...

Since we originally are not from the same world, why don’t we each find our own freedom in the vast rivers and lakes?

Living together with mutual support is not as good as forgetting each other in the midst of life..."

"Ha! Are you sure... that’s your heartfelt truth?"

"...Of course!" Haitang instinctively avoided Meng Lang’s gaze.

"Do you know what I hated most about a childhood story?"

"Hmm?"

"When I was young, I was always bullied by my younger sister. Whenever we fought, my parents liked to use a well-known story to teach me.

They told me that as the elder brother, I should be more indulgent towards my sister..."

"What story?"

"Kong Rong giving up pears."

Haitang: "..."

In the darkness, she couldn’t see Meng Lang’s face, but those eyes seemed like they could see through everything...

"Helping Xiao Yu was my own choice, it has nothing to do with whatever choices you make.

I hope that if you want to invest, it’s because you see potential in me, not because you owe me anything or for any other messy reasons.

Choosing to be intimate for a night just to fulfill someone else... that’s a huge insult to my personality!"

Haitang: "..."

This guy... Can he read minds?

I didn’t say anything, yet he seems to know all my thoughts...

Could it be that there really is such a thing as a telepathic connection in the world?

But why can’t I figure out what he’s thinking right now?

Is this a talent?

If he has seen through all my thoughts, what’s the point of my doing all this?

Watching Haitang struggling, Meng Lang was actually also suffering.

Sharing the same bed, with a subtle fragrance stirring, claiming that the mind is as still as water is definitely false.

If this emotional trajectory continues, to sleep together through a thousand lifetimes... what a fortune that would be?

This might be the only chance in this lifetime, he was merely restraining his instincts, using reason to twist the determined future...

Feeling the agitation in his body...

No! Small impatience spoils great plans!

Meng Lang reminded himself not to ruin all his efforts, trying to look away from that lovely face so close to him.

But Haitang’s pajamas were somewhat loose.

A glance downward revealed an unfathomable "abyss"...

Alas! Buddha said... If I don’t enter hell, who will?

"I’m sorry! I was too presumptuous, you... just pretend I was never here today."

She endured the frustration and confusion in her heart, intending to get up and leave, but her wrist was suddenly grabbed by a large hand!

"Eh?"

Before she could react, she felt her body violently pulled.

"Ah!" In the next moment, after a whirlwind of confusion, her body was pinned beneath another...

"What are you doing?" Haitang’s face turned red.

"Isn’t it obvious?"

Only then did Haitang realize that his breath was somewhat ragged...

"You... don’t be impulsive! I was wrong!"

"It seems you know this a bit too late."

"But... you said it yourself, this is an insult to your personality!"

"Don’t you think in this situation, if I did nothing... that would be an even greater insult to me?"

"Wait... Mmm..."

"Whoosh~"

Outside, the downpour drowned all the subtle noises in the dark night.

In the small courtyard, a Haitang tree, like a tender willow braving the storm, swayed alone under the rain...

...

The next day, the clouds cleared and the rain stopped.

The remaining rainwater dripped from the eaves, and the entire Meng family’s courtyard bloomed with lush greenery...