HBWnovel Chapter 590 You can't hide your feelings for someone.
Chapter 590 You can't hide your feelings for someone.
Chapter 590 You can't hide your feelings for someone.
Looking at Yan Feng's smug (triumphant) smile.
Meng Lang really wanted to just rush in and expose the old man's shameless true colors.
However, seeing this scene of "filial piety and parental love" in front of him, it seemed somewhat inappropriate for him to rush in and disrupt this "harmonious atmosphere."
The key issue is that with Yan Weiwei's fiery temper, if she were suddenly told that it was all just a ruse while she was already emotionally charged, she would probably go berserk on the spot.
She's crying like a child now, but she'll be ruthless and heartless when she starts fighting.
The more smug Yan Feng is now, the more miserable he will likely be later.
As the saying goes, a liar may have a moment of fun, but once exposed, he'll face dire consequences.
Even if they don't end up needing a full-service cremation after failing to save them, they'll probably break a couple of old bones...
Of course, he deserved it, and Meng Lang didn't feel sorry for this old coin.
But now that person is his sugar daddy...
It's fine to hold a grudge afterward, but what if the other party withdraws their investment on the spot?
After all, Lingjing Media really meant their 5 million yuan investment. If they beat Yan Weiwei up and sent her to the intensive care unit...
Oh, I just got myself on the bandwagon of Wanwu Holdings, and then I pushed myself off, breaking several of my old bones...
How can we attract investment after this gets out?
Moreover, although his methods were a bit shameless, was he wrong?
In reality, if you put yourself in his shoes, he was just a pitiful old man burdened with the rise and fall of his family and the reputation of the martial arts world, struggling to shoulder the family responsibilities under the dual pressure of having no successor and a rebellious daughter.
Putting aside the methods, he just wanted to find a good husband for his daughter, and incidentally have a healthy son to inherit billions of dollars in assets, and then he saw himself standing out from the crowd...
Sigh! In the end, he just couldn't bring himself to dislike someone with good taste...
Just as Meng Lang was shaking his head and sighing at his own excessive excellence, hesitating whether he should expose the swindler's trick on the spot, Yan Feng, who was in the act of being a master of drama, finally noticed Meng Lang standing at the door...
His eyes immediately brightened a bit more.
"Xiao Meng is here! Come in and have a seat."
"Uh...hehe, Grandpa Yan looks to be in good health?" Meng Lang could only walk into the room and come to the bedside.
Yan Feng naturally didn't understand the underlying meaning in his words.
"Xiao Meng, don't try to comfort me. I know my own body best."
I used to be a formidable opponent for young people, but now I can barely walk. Even without this illness, I'm afraid I wouldn't have many years left to live.
It's just so pitiful for Weiwei, she's so young and she's going to lose her parents..."
Keep being sentimental! Keep being sentimental!
"Sigh! When I first met you, Xiao Meng, you tried to sell me insurance, saying that insurance is about preparing for tomorrow, preparing for death while alive, and parents preparing for their children."
It is also said that life is unpredictable, with fortunes and misfortunes arising from the unforeseen circumstances. You never know whether tomorrow or an accident will come first.
Unexpectedly, my words came true! Hehe..."
What, is it my fault for being a jinx?
He turned his head and saw two women glaring at him angrily.
Hey! It was just insurance sales talk. You two even praised me for my courage back then...
"Little Meng~" Yan Feng grabbed Meng Lang's hand and gently patted the back of his hand.
“I have seen your abilities and character. I also know that my days are numbered. Before my parents pass away, their biggest worry is their children.”
After I left, my only concern was Weiwei…
His voice trembled slightly, and his eyes were slightly moist, perfectly portraying the image of a loving and helpless old man.
Then he looked at Yan Weiwei and took her hand.
"So, today I want to entrust her to you..."
Before anyone could react, Yan Feng had already placed Yan Weiwei's hand on the back of his hand.
The fingers are slender and well-proportioned.
rash:"……"
Yan Weiwei: "..."
Lin Haitang: "..."
"What...what nonsense are you talking about?!" Yan Weiwei realized what was happening and immediately pulled her hand back as if she had been electrocuted, her face flushed red as she glared angrily at Yan Feng.
Meng Lang's lips twitched, and he subconsciously looked at Lin Haitang.
The other person remained calm, as if it were none of their business, but the look in their eyes was full of hidden meaning...
Hey! Can't you see it?
He's acting me out, he's acting me out!
Okay, okay, so this is how you play, old Deng.
Meng Lang grabbed Yan Feng's wrist with his other hand and said with a forced smile.
"Hehe! Grandpa, there's no need to be so pessimistic. The doctor said that it's not impossible for this disease to drag on for three to five years. The key is your mindset."
Besides, have you forgotten that I happen to have some medical knowledge?
Yan Weiwei was taken aback, a glint of light flashing in her eyes.
Oh right! How could I forget there's an old traditional Chinese medicine doctor here?
Master Li was on the verge of death back then, but Meng Lang saved him with just a few acupuncture needles. Maybe...
"Meng Lang, are you saying you can cure this disease?" Lin Haitang found it somewhat unbelievable.
After all, traditional Chinese medicine is only good for emergency treatment. To think that a few acupuncture needles and a few doses of medicine can cure a brain tumor is simply too far-fetched.
"I'm not a god, I can't cure this kind of illness, but I can still take the old man's pulse and help him regulate his body..."
Yan Feng subconsciously tried to pull his hand back, but Meng Lang seized the opportunity to grab his pulse point, pressing down on his pulse with the pads of his three fingers together.
After a moment, he narrowed his eyes and stared at the other person.
"Hmm... The old man is still vigorous despite his age; his pulse is steady and strong..."
Yan Feng felt a little uneasy under Meng Lang's gaze, but his seasoned experience kept him calm and composed.
"It might be because I've been practicing martial arts for many years. I'm usually fine, but this afternoon I don't know why I had a splitting headache, and then everything went black."
I still feel weak all over, and my head is throbbing... Ugh..."
As he spoke, his face suddenly showed signs of pain, and his breathing became rapid.
"What's wrong?" Yan Weiwei stepped forward anxiously.
"Heh heh... It's nothing, I guess I just talked too much and got a little tired," Yan Feng said with a slightly breathless laugh, trying to comfort him.
rash:"……"
Okay! Garlic paste is awesome!
This shows that she had already factored in her medical skills, which is why she specifically chose brain tumors.
If something goes wrong, I complain of a headache. Which traditional Chinese medicine doctor can continue to treat me?
Unless you undergo brain surgery like Hua Tuo treated Cao Cao...
The problem is, even if he really has that skill, he doesn't have a medical license...
"Patient in bed 18, it's time for your IV drip."
Just then, a nurse walked in, and Meng Lang had to step aside to let her get closer to the bed to hang up the IV drip. The needle was inserted into a vein on the back of Yan Feng's hand...
Yan Feng's expression immediately softened, and his breathing became much more even, which greatly relieved Yan Weiwei and the other woman.
Meng Lang looked at the IV drip bag, which indeed had no label, and couldn't help but twitch his lips again.
Fine! You're going to go all the way with this act, huh!
If it weren't for the fear of the next day's front page headline reporting a tragic family drama of father and daughter killing each other at the People's Hospital...
Do you believe I'll down both of your bottles of glucose right here and now?
"You must be the patient's family members. The doctor said that the patient should rest more and it would be best to stay in the hospital for observation for a couple more days."
Also, a maximum of two family members are allowed to accompany patients in the intensive care unit; there shouldn't be too many people.
"Okay, thank you, nurse."
After seeing the nurse off, Yan Weiwei looked at Yan Feng, who had closed his eyes and seemed to be fast asleep, and wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.
She sat back down beside the hospital bed and, with an unusually gentle expression, tucked the blanket around Yan Feng.
Meng Lang clearly saw a barely perceptible curve appear at the corner of Yan Feng's mouth...
He opened his mouth, but in the end, he couldn't bring himself to expose them on the spot.
Sigh! Fine, fine, considering your advanced age, I'll let you enjoy this "last bit of tenderness" a few more days...
Attorney Lin is here too; she'll help you draw up your will in a couple of days. She's a professional…
Lin Haitang sighed as she watched this scene.
"Meng Lang, I'd like to stay and keep Weiwei company tonight. Please take care of Xiaoyu."
"Uh……"
Meng Lang really wanted to say that it was completely unnecessary; the old man on the bed had to pretend to be sick.
Who knows, they might be dancing in their room while we're gone...
"What's wrong?" Lin Haitang looked over in confusion when Meng Lang didn't respond for a long time.
"It's nothing. Come out here for a moment, I have something to tell you."
Lin Haitang glanced at Yan Weiwei beside the hospital bed, nodded, and followed Meng Lang out of the ward.
"what's up?"
"It's about Old Master Yan, he..."
"Don't worry, I didn't take what Grandpa Yan said to heart."
"No, that's not what I meant... uh... you really didn't take it to heart?"
Men are sometimes so contradictory; they worry that you'll be jealous, yet they also worry that you won't be...
Lin Haitang rolled her eyes at him, then sighed softly.
"Compared to Grandpa Yan's thoughts, I actually care more about Weiwei's thoughts."
You know, you can't hide your feelings for someone...
rash:"……"
……
In the end, Meng Lang was unable to tell Lin Haitang the truth.
After all, their problems were not caused by Yan Feng.
At most, Yan Feng was merely a contributing factor; the root cause still lies within themselves…
"Bang!" He slammed the car door shut and took out the book "Meng Xiaolang's Travelogue" again.
In the dim light inside the car, he opened the photo again.
Meng Qingqing stood next to Yan Weiwei, holding the little girl in her arms.
He initially mistook her for his young niece, but now it seems...
The little girl is very cute, and her features do resemble Meng Qingqing's.
Hmm... and naturally, the same goes for him...
For a while, the little guy would come home every day.
It just so happened that Meng Qingqing was there at that time, and she turned the little guy into a second mischievous devil, and he became very close to her.
That period was a rare and heartwarming time in my life...
Looking at this description, he vaguely understood why the book always touched on things only briefly.
There are clues, but not many...
It is very likely that he will only learn the truth about his daughter many years later, and by then he will have already developed deep feelings for her.
In this situation, should I simply tell myself the truth and then let myself flap the butterfly's wings to make her disappear in another time and space?
I'll give you a hint, but not much; this is more than enough.
And it's not just children...
The book contains surprisingly little description of Lin Haitang and Yan Weiwei, and doesn't even mention their romantic relationships much.
There's a sense of something being concealed or hidden...
Looking at Lin Haitang standing on the other side of Yan Weiwei in the photo, the two women holding hands and appearing as intimate as ever, Meng Lang's expression turned strange.
He seemed to have vaguely grasped the state of mind he had when he first put pen to paper back then...
Lin Haitang is right; you can't hide your feelings for someone.
You only need to hide it if you like two people...
(End of this chapter)