“Are you following in the psychotic old man’s footsteps? How did he manage to look at your thesis?” Le Tian was raging while Ding Yuejia sat at the table and munched on snacks, watching as Le Tian threw a fit. He didn’t look scared at all, in fact, he looked somewhat in awe of her.
“How was I supposed to know?” Wen Shan whimpered pathetically. “It must be that despicable Mao Cang. I’ve used the computer in the laboratory to write my thesis before, and he’s always been that old man’s faithful lackey,” Wen Shan said furiously, raising her voice.
“He should have been beaten to death back then,” Le Tian added resentfully. She wanted to take her little bun out to buy some food but the house was surrounded by reporters. Defeated, they could only eat the junk food at home. Her temper had only been fueled by Wen Shan’s news.
Except for Gu Juexi which was the never-changing highlight of the finance and economics section, both of them had occupied the front pages of the entertainment and education sections.
Wen Shan also felt that he should have been dealt with more heavily last time. They weren’t sure of the perpetrator but secretly hoped that when Mao Cang was discharged, he would be beaten to a pulp again.
“What are your plans now?” Le Tian asked, frowning.
“Papa Nalan said he will deal with it. I’m not sure what to do now. You suggested reporting him when he copies my thesis, but nobody expected that he would attack first,” Wen Shan complained.
Wen Shan’s words felt like a slap in the face to Le Tian. Her statement seemed like a public display of affection of having someone to back her up and deal with her problems.
Le Tian lowered her head and glanced at the little bun who was happily eating his snacks. When would this little guy grow up? She could only depend on him in this lifetime.
As for the little bun’s father, he could jump off a cliff.
Back then, Ding Junqi was the male idol she had been most infatuated with, given his good looks and unique charisma. Dong Feng and her had argued about it plenty of times because he claimed Ding Junqi had a higher position than him in her heart.
Le Tian felt that Dong Feng had been unreasonable. Liking a male idol was different from having a relationship in reality. However, ever since she actually started interacting with Ding Junqi two years ago, she realized that the man was trash.
“I think you had better remove the thesis from the forum to prevent others from attacking you,” Le Tian suggested.
“Why are you asking me to delete it as well? I’m not the one who plagiarized it.” Wen Shan was unwilling to.
“This is the best way to minimize the damage to yourself,” Le Tian said frankly.
Wen Shan looked up at Nalan Chunbo who was walking into the room. “I’m not going to. That old man is definitely waiting for me to delete it as well. I’m not going to remove it no matter what. Why do I have to pave the way for him?”
Those words were meant for both Le Tian and Nalan Chunbo.
Nalan Chunbo shook his head helplessly at the stubborn girl. Didn’t he already agree to her decision of not removing her thesis?
“Alright, I’ll just watch as you get bombarded by nasty comments then.” Le Tian went to the kitchen and poured a glass of milk for Ding Yuejia. She placed the glass next to his hand and squeezed it before walking away to turn on the air conditioner. “When will the heater arrive? Little Bun’s hand is cold.”
