Ye Qi'an really did not want to admit it, but Ye Xunzhi's account had reconstructed at least ninety percent of what had happened. The remaining ten percent was the aftermath she had not imagined.
After Feng Ruoxue saw this, she began Fawn Snatching, grabbing his arm and pulling him away as if she were playing tug-of-war.
As they kept pulling, the deer caught the fabric over his backside in its mouth. If a middle-aged researcher on the same team had not reacted quickly, he would have gone down the mountain bare-assed.
[Besides that, her exploits included, but were not limited to, taking her son to school, putting him on the school bus, then discovering that afternoon that she had put him on the wrong one.]
[Or egging Third Brother on to steal because her own lab had run short of reagents-no, how could you call something an intellectual did stealing? It should be called fetching a few vials of reagents from the Dean's lab.]
[Later, when the Old Dean tracked them down with his dog, they said the child had been playing around and poured those vials into the soil.]
[The whole team got their story straight, all to save a little on expenses. So back then, the Old Dean really couldn't stand Third Brother.]
[Hahahahaha.]
So miserable, truly miserable, but also a little funny. Ye Xiao turned his back, holding in his laughter until his body began to shake.
Ye Lan understood at once. Aunt Feng really had gone all the way down the road of screwing over her son, with no turning back.
So when their third brother had come home setting off firecrackers and dancing, he had not merely been untroubled. He had practically been bursting with joy.
He had finally managed to marry his mother off.