Outside, in the bitter wind, father and son were having a conversation full of fatherly affection and filial devotion-with knives hidden beneath the affection.
Inside the warm living room, a strange atmosphere prevailed. The three brothers sat on the sofa to one side as background scenery, while Old Master Ye secretly lurked around the bend in the staircase.
Feng Ruoxue pulled Ye Xunzhi down onto the sofa, her manner utterly sincere:
"Zhizhi, may I call you that?"
"Of course."
"Wonderful." Feng Ruoxue took Ye Xunzhi's hand and shook it up and down. "I thought you might dislike me."
"Why would I?"
Ye Xunzhi kept smiling, but that really wasn't a lie. She genuinely didn't dislike Feng Ruoxue.
In fact, she rather liked this slightly ditzy mother. Aside from being exceptionally shrewd when it came to research, the woman didn't have a single calculating bone in her body in everyday life. She said whatever came to mind.
Feng Ruoxue's eyes curved into crescents as she thought that she still needed to salvage a little dignity for her younger son.
Although his first love was already doomed, they were classmates, after all, and were bound to keep running into each other. If Ye Xunzhi wouldn't even give him a friendly look, her younger son would be too pitiful.
With that thought, Feng Ruoxue took a deep breath and said:
"Zhizhi, please don't take what Ruchu said just now to heart. None of it counts. I'll be honest with you: there's actually something a little wrong with that boy's brain."
Her words came like machine-gun fire:
"Possibly because his IQ is too high, his language system often gets scrambled. Maybe that area didn't get its share of nutrients while he was developing, so sometimes he likes to spout nonsense."
"And his personality is