My autobiography is definitely not a tragedy!-Chapter 788 - 474: Old Photos_2

I don’t know why, but there’s a vague pain in my heart...

"Ha! You’ve met him, now you regret it, right?

"Marriage isn’t just about two people; it’s about two families, and I was inherently lacking that condition."

You looked at me, didn’t say anything, just asked,

"How much debt does he still have?"

"Compounding interest, probably over ten million. A son’s duty is to pay off his father’s debts. I probably have no hope of paying it off in this lifetime, just don’t drag Xiao Yu into this."

"Don’t worry, the bride price will satisfy him!"

"..."

"Don’t just stand there, let’s go! Next stop!"

"Wha... what next stop?" I was still a bit dazed.

"Of course, to meet your mother! Meeting the parents, you can’t just meet one half, right?"

"You... still want to meet my mother?"

"Of course! Perhaps my approach was wrong from the beginning, but that’s a possibility..."

"Possibility?"

"Cough! Think of it as a possibility of receiving an official blessing..."

Meng Lang couldn’t help but be a bit astounded as he read this far.

Though it was ghostwritten, at least the intended plan’s outcome was generally explained.

The attitude of this prospective father-in-law...

was particularly poor!

I thought it should have been a significant dialogue about the fate of the world, a mutual understanding between the ages.

But what I got was just a mercenary marriage transaction?

How does that resemble a quietly dedicated mentor? He’s clearly just a total jerk!

A disguise?

No reason for that, I’ve already approached them myself, spoken to this extent, even a man of riddles would reveal the answer by now.

If he really were my elder, I can’t think of any reason for him to keep up the façade.

Was I wrong from the start?

Haitang and her sisters becoming my neighbors, including all the subsequent entanglements and the special talents of the two... were they just coincidences?

In light of this unexpected situation, that Mr. Hu who suddenly appeared isn’t so concerning anymore.

With a mind full of doubts, I continued reading...

"Mother was naturally surprised when I suddenly brought someone home.

"Xiao Meng, out of all your suitors, you weren’t the most excellent one, but you were the only one who succeeded. How did you meet Haitang?"

"Ha! Well, that’s a long story..."

Mother asked all sorts of questions, and you seemed unfazed, answering every one of them.

My mind was a mess, and I couldn’t stand the overly harmonious and awkward atmosphere in the living room, so I actively volunteered to cook in the kitchen.

However, when I came out again, my mother was pleased, but you looked at me somewhat strangely.

"What did you two talk about?" I asked while my mother was washing dishes.

"Hmm... nothing much, just some stuff from your childhood..."

"My childhood? My mother rarely brings that up, and even I can hardly remember it."

"You can’t remember...? Do you still remember how your father got rich overnight?"

"Um... I was young back then, I don’t really recall, but I heard from my mother that it should have been around 2000. That was when he started dealing in Little Smart business."

"Mobile communications? Indeed, an industry with tremendous future development potential.

Now, isn’t Apple the first in corporate market value? Done well, one could become as wealthy as a nation..."

"Yeah, he made quite a bit of money initially, but everything has its time to be superseded."

"That may indicate that your father no longer had the ability to keep up with the times..."

"He was never really a visionary entrepreneur; to me, it was more about luck then."

"Yeah, his luck was indeed good..."

"You’re discussing him, why are you looking at me so strangely?"

"Cough! Nothing, maybe I’m just overthinking..."

"Okay, well now that you’ve met him, we can go back, right?"

"Go back? Hmm... I plan to stay in Beijing for a couple more days. After all... I haven’t gotten the household registration book yet..."

"Household registration book?" I paused, then realizing after a moment, pushing you out of the room with a laugh and a cry.

That night, not knowing how to face you, I didn’t return to the hotel and chose to stay at home.

Staying in the room I lived in when I was a child left my mind in a mess.

Reflecting on the scenes after our meeting, I alternated between frowning and smiling foolishly, impulsively picking up an old family album in the house.

Sure enough, I found that identical old photo inside...

I turned the photo over and stared blankly at the crookedly written word "Encounter" on the back.

There was a moment where I had to believe in the wonderful fate.

Perhaps as you said, our meeting was some sort of inevitable arrangement...

...

Two days later, you indeed came before me, carrying my family’s household register...

"Hehe! Your father agreed to our matter, how about that? Surprised or not?"

I stared at the household register for a few seconds, vaguely guessing something.

"Hmm! Let’s go then." I said indifferently.

"Uh... go where?" you paused.

"The civil affairs office, of course, otherwise don’t you think all that bride price money was wasted?"

"What? Although... although I want to go... oh, not mean that, I didn’t expect you to agree so quickly... not that, I mean, I didn’t intend that.

Please don’t misunderstand; this is just a friend helping a friend, absolutely no strings attached.

This isn’t any bride price money, you can just pay me back gradually..."

I looked at him, perhaps accustomed to mass-produced gentleness, so clumsy sincerity was especially touching...

"Are you regretting?"

You froze for a long time, finally realizing I wasn’t joking.

"Of course, I won’t regret, but it’s a bit unexpected, can you tell me why?"

"Hmm... maybe it’s just because I met you among the crowds of people, and then... I wasn’t willing to let you go back to that vast sea of faces..."

You always said that everyone is a book.

I think a book must be an ice axe, capable of splitting the frozen ocean within our souls...

...

Years later, I still remember my heart thumping ceaselessly as I was being led by the hand into the civil affairs office.

"What’s wrong?"

"Just a bit nervous, it feels like a dream, aren’t you nervous at all?"

"Nervous? Not really, after all, this isn’t my first time."

"Hmm?"

"Cough! I mean, I have imagined it more than once in my mind!"

"What else have you imagined?"

"A lot, love and hatred, partings and death..."

"I hadn’t realized you had such a rich imagination normally? Isn’t it tiring..."

"Most of the time, it’s out of necessity, struggling for a living and for love, how come we are so greedy?"

"We?"

"Of course, you don’t think that we have come this far just by one-sided randomness, do you?"

You smiled and shook our clasped hands.

Indeed, reaching out takes a moment, but holding hands takes many years.

Whoever you meet is meant to be in your life, never by chance...

"You really have no regrets?" After finishing the paperwork, you looked somewhat uneasy and asked me again.

I turned my head, pretending to be casual, "Even if I regret it, it doesn’t matter, breaking up is a normal part of life, we are no exception..."

At the moment the stamp was pressed down, I had also thought about whether I would regret this impulsive decision in the future.

But humans are such creatures.

Only when we’re sure we are an exception will we be content..."

"Ah this..."

I couldn’t help but be dumbfounded, completely unexpected that the plot would develop in this way.

With so many brothers, although there have been successful cases, in terms of efficiency, this one is absolutely unparalleled!

Just going to meet the parents, and it turned into getting a marriage certificate?

Isn’t the pace a bit too fast?

Haitang is also, what the heck? A marathon planned, and suddenly taking a shortcut?

What exactly caused such a major turn in the plot?

Was it this trip to Beijing, or...

That so-called "old photo"?!

Meng Lang read it all over again to confirm, and indeed, that peculiar old photo was mentioned numerous times!

It was this photo that, on a quiet night, struck through Mr. Lin’s heart and led to his acceptance.

Women, indeed are creatures of emotion.

All my earnestly advised motivational talks and yet they can’t match the two words "Encounter"?

But... what exactly is this old photo?

Will you tell me?"

...

The Meng family.

Yang Hui was humming a tune while cleaning the room.

On the windowsill, an old photo album was flipped open by the strong wind from outside.

The sunlight streamed in through the window, framing the figures of a boy and a girl together.

Just like the most incredible encounter in the world...

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