With a forehead full of confusion, she walked into the kitchen, only to see ng Lang, wearing an apron, bustling nonstop around the stove...
"Uh... what are you doing?"
"Mom, good morning! Look at this beautiful weather, don’t bother yourself, I’ll cook breakfast this morning!"
ng Lang flashed his trademark grin at his own mom—a smile best described as that of a ferocious yet beautiful beast.
That brilliant set of teeth seed to emit a "ding" as a crisp sound.
"Uh..."
What’s this situation?
"Shh~ shh shh~"
Not long after, Mr. ng also ca out, just in ti to catch ng Lang with a watering can, whistling while diligently watering the potted plants in the small courtyard.
His cheerful vigor was reminiscent of a happy spinning top.
"What’s this situation?" Mr. ng asked, his forehead crowded with question marks as he approached his wife.
"How would I know? He seems to be in a good mood, doesn’t he?" Yang Hui also had a puzzled expression.
Could it be the effect of receiving two pieces of good news yesterday?
But why didn’t he react like this yesterday?
Is his excitent delayed?
Watching ng Xiaolang, grinning foolishly and eagerly sprinkling water onto their own potted Haitang, Mr. ng couldn’t help but twitch the corners of his mouth.
"I don’t know about his mood, but his brain must be waterlogged now.
It just rained heavily yesterday, my flowers..."
...
The commotion downstairs was naturally audible from upstairs.
Lin Haitang looked through the window at the happy "spinning top" in the courtyard below, feeling both annoyed and amused.
She had intended to cut through the ss quickly, only to end up throwing the sheep into the tiger’s den.
The good news was, they hadn’t gone all the way in the end.
The bad news was, the relationship between them had beco even more entangled...
While it was unbelievable that he could hold back at the last mont under those circumstances, he had pretty much taken all the advantages he could...
Thinking back on it, having gone through with it last night would have made it easier to convince herself that they were even and simply walk away.
But it seed like he had precisely calculated her psychology, neither too much nor too little, just stepping on her defensive line.
This in turn made her unusually tangled...
If she left, the reason didn’t seem sufficient enough.
If she stayed, after being like this with each other, how could they go back to being just friends in the future?
"Shh~ shh shh~" Listening to the slightly smug whistling from downstairs, Lin Haitang felt a knot of frustration in her heart.
When she first t him, he seed to be a straightforward, steel-strong man.
Yet now she actually found herself completely manipulated by him...
This detestable man... was too good at pretending!
"Sister, let’s go downstairs." Xiao Yu, already dressed, suggested.
"Mm... you go ahead. My head hurts a bit; I want to sleep a little longer. I’ll go down when Weiwei wakes up."
She hesitated for a mont, truly uncertain about how to face him and chose to play ostrich instead—avoiding it as long as she could.
Fortunately, during the dayti... he should probably restrain himself a bit...
"Headache? Are you okay, sister?"
"I’m fine, probably just didn’t sleep well."
"Oh! Okay then!"
"Tat tat tat~" Xiao Yu went downstairs, and the sound of conversation faintly drifted up.
"Hey, Xiao Yu, why are you by yourself?"
"Oh, my sister didn’t sleep well last night and said she wanted to sleep in a bit more."
"I see..."
The voices gradually beca inaudible.
But it wasn’t long before Xiao Yu scampered back up, carrying a plate covered with a lid.
"Sister, Uncle said it won’t taste good if it cools down, so you should eat sothing before you sleep again."
"Mm... Okay, thank him for ."
Lin Haitang took the plate with a touch of awkwardness and, just as she uncovered it, she imdiately snapped the lid back on.
"What’s wrong, sister?"
"Uh... nothing, you go ahead and eat. I’ll eat in a bit."
"Oh! Then make sure you eat it while it’s hot, sister."
"Tat tat tat~"
It was only after Xiao Yu descended the stairs again that Lin Haitang let out a sigh of relief and lifted the lid once more.
Inside was only a steaming heart-shaped, sunny-side-up egg with a runny yolk...
Lin Haitang: "o(*///▽///*)o"
Expecting him to restrain himself... was just too naïve of ...
...
ng Mountain, an ancient temple constructed against a mountain side and rocky cliffs.
"Who would have thought there’d be such a large temple deep in the mountains!"
"Yeah, when I was a kid running away from ho, I’d often sneak here to hide and read."
"Running away from ho?"
"It couldn’t possibly be because your little sister bullied you into fleeing in disarray, right?"
"Cough! Well, you know... the struggler shall not be dismantled, ha!"
What relieved Lin Haitang was that, perhaps noticing her deliberate avoidance, ng Lang didn’t do anything that made her blush or heart race during the rest of today’s outing.
In front of everyone, he acted as if nothing had happened the day before...
ng Lang glanced at Lin Haitang, who was staying far away from him, and felt sowhat helpless inside.
It wasn’t that he didn’t want to tease her; that kind of thing was quite thrilling, you know!
It was simply because he knew that continuing to tease her could easily lead to trouble...
Although it deviated sowhat from his initial plan of "no regrets in placing stones, a true gentleman amidst chaos."
Yet after an intense struggle between instinct and reason, ng Xiaolang ultimately prioritized the bigger picture and prevented the situation from spiraling out of control.
This was not only out of respect for Lin Haitang, but it also left her without a reason to leave.
Last night was almost the limit of her psychological tolerance; any further enjoynt and she’d definitely have to follow the script and fly to Beijing.
The brother who took the 737 max has taught us a lesson with his life...
One mont of abusing your wife feels great, but chasing after her is like entering a crematorium...
When dealing with Lin Haitang, one must proceed step by step, gradually eroding her boundaries.
From Lin Haitang’s reaction, at least she doesn’t seem to have the intention to leave right away...
This is a big step forward!
[Am I too foolish, too naive in love...]
Suddenly, his phone rang, and ng Lang picked it up to see who was calling.
"Hmm..."
What did he want to talk about by calling him?
After thinking for a bit, ng Lang excused himself to take a call and then walked under a Chinese parasol tree to answer it.
[Hello? Is this Mr. ng?] The voice on the other end sounded unusually respectful.
"It’s , Mr. Hu. Didn’t you go back to Su City? What do you need from ?"
[Cough! Well, it’s like this...]
Hu Yifei explained the situation with a hint of embarrassnt.
But he wasn’t foolish enough to lay all his cards on the table; he tried to paint his current situation in a better light.
"Ha ha! Mr. Hu, I’m just a worker, not a businessman. You’re talking to about investing and all that, but that’s really not my strong suit."
[Mr. ng, you jest. I’ve co to realize belatedly that your previous comnts were incisive and invaluable.
It’s not for any other reason, just hoping, for my teacher’s sister’s sake, you could offer a few pointers.]
"Hmm..."
The sincerity in his tone seed genuine, and he did seem quite earnest.
Combined with his reputation of "good for nothing but leading in shutting down business," it naturally made him feel sowhat closer...
Yeah! If Mr. Hu was willing to listen, he certainly wouldn’t mind launching his AI empire plan ahead of schedule.
"Mr. Hu, what I’m about to say might be a bit unpleasant to hear. Are you sure you want to hear it?"
[Of course! Mr. ng, please speak freely. I, Hu Yifei, am not so small-minded.]
"Alright then, since Mr. Hu wants to hear it, I’ll just share a bit of my humble opinion.
The analysis process is too complicated, so I’ll just go straight to the conclusion.
I believe Mr. Bao and your company are basically done for within a year."
[Uh...]
The person on the other end was clearly stupefied by ng Lang’s blunt "the process is too complicated, let’s just stick to the conclusion."
The conclusion was so direct, wasn’t it?
But that one year... wasn’t too far off from his own estimate.
Even if he borrowed all the money he could, persisting for a year was the ultimate limit...
But how would soone on the outside know so precisely what he had intentionally obscured?
An expert indeed!
[So, Mr. ng, do you have any suggestions that could help get out of this predicant?]
"Hmm... I have three strategies: upper, middle, and lower. Which one would you like to hear first?"
[Three strategies? Then I’d like to hear the upper strategy first!]
Hu Yifei was a decisive man.
"The upper strategy... Have you ever heard of a certain saying?"
[What saying?]
ng Lang looked at the three people in the distance and chuckled.
"Kong Rong giving up pears."
Mr. Hu: "???"
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