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Chapter 525 - 343 What baggage?_2

Chapter 525: Chapter 343 What baggage?_2

With such a tumultuous love life, didn’t it all boil down to carrying too much emotional baggage?

But discarding that baggage and moving forward without a care sounds easy, doesn’t it? How difficult could it be?

He couldn’t help but turn his gaze to Duan Xiaoxian again.

"Mr. Duan, you’ve been in so many relationships, don’t you carry any baggage, or do you always travel light?"

So... was the solution to learn from a playboy and take each relationship seriously?

"Of course I do, how could I not? It used to be manageable, but recently, my baggage has become so overwhelming that I can’t even interact with the ladies properly..."

Mr. Duan shook his head unexpectedly, with a sigh.

Meng Lang was curious, "What kind of baggage?"

"Idol baggage."

Meng Lang: "..."

"Hey! What are you doing?"

"You Versailles, get the hell out! Take your duck neck and your baggage with you!"

"Don’t be like that, I’m leaving for the set in Su City tomorrow, I wanted to have one last dinner and share a few drinks with you!"

"Share a drink? You’re already trending, what if I appear in the same frame as you? I’d become a target for your haters. Every extra minute I spend with you puts me in danger.

Stay silent when there’s no issue, and contact me privately if there’s anything important!"

"Hey, hey! What about sticking together through thick and thin?"

"I tossed it out with the other baggage!"

"Uh..."

"Bang!"

Staring at the closed door, Duan Xian felt downcast.

"Why do I feel like I’ve been discarded after being used..."

"Ding!" Just then, the elevator doors suddenly opened, and out came a sanitation worker, causing Duan Xian to quickly put on his sunglasses...

...

Behind the door.

After watching Duan Xian leave through the peephole, Meng Lang finally walked back to the sofa, which was reputedly worth hundreds of thousands, and sat down again.

Looking at the bank card lying quietly on the coffee table, he scoffed in his mind.

You think I forgot your birthday?

Seriously, does everyone have to be like you...

He took out his phone and found Duan Xiaoyi’s contact.

"Hey! Xiao Yi, haha! No worries, just wanted to ask when’s your brother’s birthday?

Oh! It’s nothing much, just that a senior wants to prepare a surprise for him...

Mhm, got it, and oh, make sure to keep this a secret from your brother... You know, for the surprise..."

After hanging up, Meng Lang heaved a sigh of relief.

Thank goodness I’m not like you...

I’m an actor with skills...

...

Meanwhile.

In a café in Su City.

"Ding-dong~ Welcome!"

"Sister Weiwei, over here!"

Seated by the floor-to-ceiling windows, the curly-haired woman spotted the recently arrived Yan Weiwei and waved at her with a smile.

After Yan Weiwei sat down and ordered a coffee, she turned to the curly-haired woman.

"What’s the matter? Why couldn’t you talk on the phone?"

"Ah, it’s about Yifei." The curly-haired woman’s smile faded, and she couldn’t help but sigh.

"Brother Hu? What happened to him?"

"Mr. Meng didn’t tell you?"

"Meng Lang? Tell me what?"

The curly-haired woman then recounted the recent events to Yan Weiwei.

"Ah, now that the investment has failed to return, Yifei’s company is facing a serious cash crunch.

He hardly ever goes home these days, either looking for funds or staying in the office around the clock, working on new products. He’s lost so much weight..."

"What? Mr. Bao’s investment actually failed?" Yan Weiwei was visibly shocked.

That guy actually predicted it right...

I’m glad I didn’t follow that investment. Otherwise, I might’ve ended up with nothing as well.

"But what can I do about it?

All my money is tied up in a movie right now, and with the little I have, I doubt I could make much of a difference, can I?"

"I’m not asking for your money. I want you to talk to Mr. Meng and ask for his help when necessary."

"Him? Can he..."

She was about to say that a sales consultant couldn’t be of much help.

But she held the words back. After all, that guy did seem to be like a genie in a bottle, always ready to grant wishes.

No matter if it was racing or mountain climbing, whoever asked him for help, no matter how bizarre the process, he always managed to do it...

"Why would you think to ask him for help? After all, he’s not exactly rich..."

"Rich? Yifei knows plenty of rich people, but who can help now?

And who would be willing to take such a huge risk to pour so much money into this pit?

If this keeps up, I’m afraid the company can only go bankrupt in the end, which would be a huge blow to Yifei.

The last time we spoke on the phone, I vaguely heard Mr. Meng seemed to have a way to help him, but he didn’t make it clear at the time, and Yifei is someone who has his pride...

Although Mr. Meng keeps a low profile, we can tell he must be an expert with unrevealed skills!

Ah! I had no other choice.

Seeing Yifei looking so worried and sighing these past few days, I racked my brains and had no choice but to come to you."

"It’s no use asking me, either. That guy is polite to everyone, but every time I ask him for help, he makes excuses..."

"But he ends up helping in the end, doesn’t he?"

"Uh..."

That’s true, the guy is really dependable when it comes to friends...

And, considering how he casually managed to move 200 million to invest in a movie last time, maybe he really could help Hu Yifei...

"Sister Weiwei, I don’t have any other extravagant hopes, just that Mr. Meng might do a favor for Yifei for your sake if it’s necessary. Can you?"

Looking at Meng Lang’s pitiful, pleading eyes, Yan Weiwei finally softened her heart and sighed.

"Okay, I’ll ask him when I have a chance, but don’t get your hopes up too high, after all, he’s not all-powerful..."

"Really? That’s wonderful! I knew Sister Weiwei wouldn’t stand by and do nothing!"

Yan Weiwei looked resigned and took a sip of her coffee.

The somewhat bitter taste spread in her mouth.

She had not wanted to owe that guy any favors after that night...

Thinking about how at this moment, a few people at home were probably happily having dinner together made her feel even more bitter...

"Waiter, check, please!"

"Sister Weiwei, are you going back? Let me walk you!"

"Who said I was going back? Come on, go shopping with me!"

"Ah? But don’t you usually dislike shopping?"

"Why so many questions? Isn’t it okay that I don’t want to go home so early today?"

"Uh..."

However, what Yan Weiwei did not expect was that Lawyer Lin, whom she imagined at home enjoying time with someone, was at that moment still buried in a pile of files and documents at the Zhongtian Law Firm’s office...

...

"Ah! Why does everyone look so busy as soon as I get back... "

Xiao Yu glanced at the clock; it was almost 9 PM, yet Yan Weiwei and Lin Haitang had still not returned.

Is the adult world always so busy?

Why am I the only one who can only do these boring elementary school problems and can’t help with anything...

Xiao Yu listlessly flipped through her elementary school exercise book, which seemed to her only slightly harder than 1+1, her face discontented.

"Ah!"

She sighed, stood up, and pulled out another book for higher grades from her small backpack.

If she chose to skip a grade, it seemed she could graduate earlier...

"Crack," suddenly, a printout of an A4 paper fell out of the small backpack...

"Huh? What’s this... "

Xiao Yu picked it up and saw it was the "Overclocking Scripture 1.0" that the uncle had given to everyone on the train...

"Seeing how Sister Weiwei treasures it, the book written by that uncle... seems really amazing?"

Xiao Yu’s heart stirred.

If I could learn it, I may not be as skilled as Sister Weiwei, but even being half as good, wouldn’t I be able to protect my sister too?

So what if I’m young?

Sister Weiwei said, to practice martial arts... you have to start building the foundation from a young age...

Xiao Yu held up the "Overclocking Scripture 1.0" and began to read it eagerly...

...

Around ten o’clock in the evening.

Lin Haitang had just barely returned to the residential complex.

She checked the time and then pressed the elevator button.

At this hour, Weiwei should have returned as well...

"Huh? Haitang?"

Lin Haitang turned around in surprise, only to see Yan Weiwei walking into the elevator, arms laden with shopping bags.

The two stared at each other for a moment.

"Weiwei, why are you returning so late?"

"I should be asking you that, why are you here?"

"Uh... I had some things to do, so I went back to the office, overtime..."

Yan Weiwei: "..."

Lin Haitang: "..."