Shen Yixian, "Alright, alright, your mom and I will listen to you."
After hanging up the phone, Ji Weitian leaned back in her chair. Suddenly, a small, exquisite, and handsome face flashed through her mind.
She thought of Ruirui again.
What was going on with her family lately? If she wasn't picking up kids, then her parents were. Were they on a child-collecting spree?
It's a pity, though; they weren't hers. No matter how much she liked them, she couldn't just steal them home to raise.
Ji Weitian let out a small breath, adjusted her mood, and continued organizing the documents.
She had just marked, archived, and neatly put away all the documents at top speed when a familiar silhouette, someone she could recognize even if they turned to dust, floated past her office window.
Qin Nanyu?
What was he doing lurking outside so sneakily?
Ji Weitian furrowed her brows, cautiously took the pepper spray out of her bag, and carefully moved to the window. She peeked out and discovered he was on the phone.
And his expression didn't look good.
She didn't know what the person on the other end of the phone said. His brows knitted into a tight frown, but after a moment, he coldly said, "I'm really busy right now; you handle it."
Then he hung up the phone, ready to return to the lab.
As he turned, he caught a glimpse of Ji Weitian inside through the corner of his eye. His footsteps paused, and his gaze landed on the pepper spray in her hand, his eyes narrowing a bit.
"Miss Ji, it's broad daylight. Do you have delusions of persecution?"
"..."
Holding a grudge, Ji Weitian tightened her grip on the pepper spray in her hand. She felt a little like she wanted to spray him to death; if not to death, then at least silent.
Qin Nanyu seemed to have guessed her little thoughts and strolled to the window, looking at her through the security grid, and said softly, "Do I need to remind you of the penalty for intentional harm?"
"No need to tell me; I know. Otherwise, do you think you'd still be standing here alright?" Ji Weitian retorted without backing down.
Hearing this, Qin Nanyu surprisingly raised an eyebrow, rarely praising, "Not afraid of rascals, just afraid of cultured rascals; isn't that describing you?"
Ji Weitian, "..."
Realizing it wasn't a compliment, Ji Weitian looked up and glared at him, "You're the rascal; your whole family are rascals!"
Qin Nanyu, with a teasing smirk, stepped into the lab.
The arrogant figure seemed to mock Ji Weitian, who he decided wasn't qualified to participate in the project.
Ji Weitian was so angry she almost bit her silver tooth. The next second, her phone vibrated.
She took it out and looked; it was a message from Su Sumei, reminding her that the banquet started at seven in the evening and that she should return to the Ji Family house early today.
In the message, Su Sumei's words were sincere, her tone caring, like a mother worried about her daughter's every move.
Ji Weitian took a glance and deleted it.
It felt like watching the birth of a drama queen... it was so eye-rolling!
The message was deleted, but she still had to go back to the Ji Family.
Ji Mofeng couldn't educate his wife and daughter but was particularly good at educating other people's parents. Whenever Ji Weitian went against him, Ji Mofeng would call her adoptive parents the next day and question how they were raising their daughter.
If they couldn't teach her, they should send the daughter back to the Ji Family.
Such shameless words, Ji Weitian could do nothing but laugh in disbelief. Yet her adoptive parents were too honest and simple. Without children of their own, they always felt having a daughter accompany them all these years already meant they owed the Ji Family.
They were not afraid of anything, but they were afraid the rich and powerful Ji Family would sue them for custody, which made them give in to Ji Mofeng.
No matter what Ji Weitian said, it was useless. Instead, she was tearfully begged to be filial to her biological father, as if repaying a bit of the debt to the Ji Family on behalf of her adoptive parents.