After being reborn, my sister insisted on marrying me.

As August drew to a close, the winds of Yanjing already carried a hint of autumn chill.

Li Daiyuan remained silent. He leaned back in his chair, tilted his head back, and stared at the library ceiling for a long while.

Then, he sighed heavily.

"Why……"

That sigh was filled with bitterness, "I've endured thirty years, my hair has turned white, to finally get this opportunity. And you, you just latch onto a big shot and go. And you go, without even being on the list."

He grew angrier as he spoke, turning to Gao Mingyuan: "Mr. Gao, you be the judge. Hasn't this kid gone too far?"

Gao Mingyuan, holding Wei Yi's paper cup, also took a sip of cool water and said slowly:

"What's there to be so sour about? If you can't get him, it's because you're not capable. If he can, it's because he's lucky. Weren't there plenty of people envious and jealous of you when you were young? You two are a classic case of the older brother laughing at the younger brother—you're both the same kind of people!"

Li Daiyuan: "..."

Wei Yi: "Hehe."

Gao Mingyuan put down the paper cup, and as if nothing had happened, added another sentence:

"Besides, have you ever considered that the reason you were allowed to lead the group is simply because you know this kid? Isn't it because you're so opportunistic and quick to change your mind?"

Li Daiyuan was so choked up that he couldn't speak for a long time.

Old Gao's words may be rough, but the principle is sound.

Honestly, without this kid, my current situation wouldn't be this good!

Although my own decisiveness and audacity also played a part.

There was also a good opportunity given by her good daughter, Wang Xueli.

If she hadn't met this guy's sister, and if she hadn't been taken a liking to him...

I don't have that kind of opportunity myself.

Moreover, if this kid had refused back then, or hadn't been so decisive.

Then I really can't succeed so quickly!

Blame it on your own poor judgment back then.

They misjudged the future.

However, Li Daiyuan thought about it again and realized that he wasn't the only one who had been disappointed back then.

Many people have misread it!

Who could have imagined it? Who could have imagined it?

It actually worked!

Thinking about it this way, Li Daiyuan immediately felt mentally healthy again.

However, he still had to be angry. He looked at Gao Mingyuan, then at Wei Yi, and finally snorted angrily:

"I see now. You two are teaming up to annoy me."

Gao Mingyuan: "Who has that kind of free time?"

Wei Yi: "Exactly. We were just talking about Marxist philosophy. You were the one who brought it up."

Li Daiyuan: "..."

The three of them fell into a brief silence at a small table by the window in the Renmin University library.

Outside the window, in late August in Yanjing, the sycamore leaves were already showing signs of autumn.

Sunlight filtered through the leaves, falling on the corner of the table like scattered gold dust.

After a while, Li Daiyuan seemed to have finally digested his jealousy. He sat up straight again, looked at Wei Yi, and his expression became serious.

"Kid, since you're going too," he lowered his voice, "there's something I need to tell you beforehand, as your father-in-law. I don't know if anyone else has mentioned it to you, but I have to."

Wei Yi: "What?"

Li Daiyuan looked around and lowered his voice even further: "There are a few people in this group you'd better not get too close to."

Wei Yi raised an eyebrow: "Who?"

Li Daiyuan didn't speak, but simply extended a finger and dipped it into the water in the cup next to Wei Yi.

Before the old man could even write anything on the table, Wei Yi let out a disgusted "Eh."

She pushed the cup away and said, "I don't want this cup anymore!"

This cup doesn't actually belong to Wei Yi.

It belongs to Wei Xueni.

Wei Yi has been coming to the Renmin University Library to read books frequently these past few days, and he's been coming quite often.

It's not just Liu Yang and Zhao Min, two senior graduates from Renmin University who successfully passed the postgraduate entrance exam and stayed on at the university, whether through genuine ability or family background.

And Wei Xueni, for reasons unknown, was pushed onto his non-daughter student by this old man Li.

Everyone came over to greet him.

Wei Xueni practically hung around him every day, bringing him water and showing him concern—she was practically offering him blessings.

More of them came.

Of course, they wouldn't come empty-handed; they would bring snacks, water, and the like.

This way, even when Wei Yi is reading, it won't be too boring.

This cup, for example, was bought for him by Wei Xueni.

However, the mother who is currently in postpartum confinement at home doesn't seem to like this person very much.

So much so that the child's stepmother didn't even have a background check on her.

So Wei Yi accepted it, but he actually drank the mineral water he had brought with him.

This reflects a sense of alienation.

Seeing him like this, Li Daiyuan didn't pay any attention to him, and Lao Deng wrote a character first.

Wei Yi looked down and saw that it was the character "Zhou".

Before he could ask any further questions, Gao Mingyuan stood up, dusted off non-existent dust from his pants, and said, "You guys chat. This old man should go back for his afternoon nap."

After saying that, he put his hands behind his back and walked away slowly.

Before leaving, he glanced back at Wei Yi, his eyes holding a hint of an ambiguous smile:

"Little monkey, remember your question. Think it through and come back to me."

Wei Yi nodded.

Gao Mingyuan is gone.

Li Daiyuan watched his departing figure, then turned to look at Wei Yi, and suddenly whispered, "Old Gao just said you asked him a question? What question?"

Wei Yi: "The problem of Marxist philosophy."

Li Daiyuan was taken aback: "You? Marxist philosophy?"

He looked Wei Yi up and down, his gaze exactly the same as when he had just seen him reading Mao's Selected Works.

Wei Yi was too lazy to explain any further.

He closed the copy of Mao's Selected Works, stuffed it into his bag, stood up, and said, "Old Deng, what you just said isn't suitable to be discussed here. We'll talk about it in detail next time. I have something to do later, so I'll be leaving now."

Li Daiyuan didn't stop him, but behind him, he muttered something in an extremely complicated tone:

"What the hell is going on? Even Sun Wukong is starting to read scriptures, this world..."

Wei Yi didn't turn around, but simply raised his hand and waved it twice.

Behind him, Li Daiyuan's voice was broken and intermittent by the air conditioning in the library.

His phone rang as he walked out of the west gate of Renmin University.

It was a WeChat message from Jiang Wan.

"Honey, my older sister said she's checking on the renovation progress at the Yi Building and asked if you're coming over. She has a surprise for you."

Wei Yi stared at the message, his finger pausing on the screen for a moment.

surprise?

It's still the Yi Building, which is currently under renovation.

Knowing his older sister as he does, he figured that any surprise she received would most likely not be material or financial.

It can only be...

cough cough...

For some reason, he suddenly remembered the pine scent on Lin Xuening's body.

And that day on the 26th floor, when the hem of her shirt lifted up, revealing a small section of her waistline.

It's because he has such a good memory.

His eyesight is not nearsighted.

He remembered that his younger sister, Shirley, seemed to have dimples on her lower back!

This thing, how should I put it?

When it comes from behind, it really enhances the viewing experience.

Of all the women in the family now, it seems like only Tongtong is one.

But the last time he saw it was in his past life.

Oh, right.

Xiao Shu also has one.

She's been hidden away by her mother somewhere.

Half an hour ago.

Someone is still in the Renmin University Library, deeply concerned about the country and its people.

He was already telling himself this in his heart.

I'm not a lecher.

I just wanted to see that dimple on my lower back.

That's it.

He replied with two words: "Come here."

Then, he put his phone back in his pocket and walked toward the black Hongqi car parked on the side of the road.