Grandma, You Could Just Say My IQ Was Low!

At five in the afternoon, Li Ye drove to pick Wen Leyu up from work.

Wen Leyu was probably tired from work. The moment she got in the car, she began to doze off, even letting out faint little snores.

Li Ye adjusted his wife's seat and fastened her seat belt before slowly driving home.

As he drove, Li Ye could not help wondering why Guan Liang kept going out of his way to disgust him.

If it had only happened once, Li Ye would have thought it was an unintentional slip. But now, it did not seem that way. Guan Liang was doing it on purpose.

Why? I never wanted to snatch your position as the top penman.

Li Ye pondered it for a long while, yet even when they arrived home, he was still baffled.

Li Ye could understand Zheng Jiemin's "hostility" toward him. After all, in his previous life, Li Ye had been the diligent, suffering, bitterly grinding "Zheng Jiemin," while those damned parachuted-in newcomers had been "Li Ye."

Back then, Li Ye had cursed those parachuted newcomers' ancestors for eighteen generations more times than he could count, but it had been useless. From the moment that parachuted newcomer landed on Li Ye's head, it had been destined that for many years to come, Li Ye would be pinned firmly beneath him.

Younger than you + better educated than you + stronger connections than you, squatting above you year after year. Even if you worked yourself to death like an old yellow ox, it would be no use.

So Li Ye was not surprised at all when Zheng Jiemin gave him attitude to his face. Put himself in the other man's shoes, and everything became clear.

The only difference from his previous life was that the Light