The Bumpy Road of Marriage: Divorce Now, Daddy Chapter 1412 - 1412 You Are Asking Me to Be a Ghostwriter

1412 You Are Asking Me to Be a Ghostwriter
The cute action put a tender smile on Ye Yuwei’s face. Finally, she turned to leave.
Ye Yuwei sat back down to resume eating. Gu Juexi looked at her and shifted his gaze towards the closed door. “How is Xixi?”
“Yuan Mo is keeping an eye on her,” Ye Yuwei replied.
“And you just left them in there?” Gu Juexi exclaimed.
Ye Yuwei glared at Gu Juexi and continued having her dinner.
“I sincerely feel that my daughter is happier than me.” Ye Yuwei sighed. Almost instantly, a piece of boneless chicken meat was shoved into her mouth.
“Let’s see if I can shut you up with food. Eat faster,” Gu Juexi scoffed.
Ye Yuwei couldn’t speak with food in her mouth, so she glared at him icily instead.
During the Golden Week holiday, Wen Shan thought she could relax in her dorm without anything to do but Professor Yin wanted to see her the next day.
Professor Yin’s office was decorated with luxurious things and furniture, and his office looked more extravagant than the dean’s. Professor Yin was fifty-six years old but he was so healthy and fit that he didn’t look his age.
At the moment, Professor Yin was drinking tea behind his desk and looking at Wen Shan.
Wen Shan stood straight like a good student.
“Wen Shan, I’m very glad that you can be my teaching assistant,” Professor Yin said in a pretentiously polite tone.
“I’m honored to be under your supervision, Professor Yin,” Wen Shan said, sounding like she was reciting lines from a textbook.
Professor Yin eyed Wen Shan. “Later, your senior will come. He will tell you what to do as my TA, so just listen to him closely.”
“Okay.” Wen Shan maintained a polite smile. She watched Professor Yin get to his feet and asked curiously, “Professor, are you going somewhere?”
“Yes. I heard that the scenery in the south is very breathtaking these days. Since it’s a holiday, I’m going there to take some pictures,” Professor Yin said and patted Wen Shan’s shoulder. “Listen to your senior and do as he says.”
Wen Shan nodded politely as she watched Professor Yin leave his office. “Okay.”
The story about Professor Yin embezzling public funds to travel was an open secret among the academic staff. However, due to his status, no one dared to confront him face-to-face, and the higher ups needed to maintain their image.
Wen Shan sent the professor away politely. Later, she stood upright and scanned the office, taking some pictures and sending them to Xiao Yaojing.
[The fair Mrs. Wen: Wow, corrupted to the core.
Wen Shan: Yup! Do you know what he just said to me? He said the scenery is awesome in the south so he’s heading there to take pictures. Haha.
The fair Mrs. Wen: Why is your college still keeping him on?
Wen Shan: To maintain their reputation.]
As Wen Shan was typing, the man Nalan Chunbo saw at the gate entered the office with a folder in his hands.
Wen Shan quickly put her phone away and stood straight. “Good morning, senior.”
The man’s name was Mao Cang. He was currently a lecturer in electromagnetics, but since he had not taught Wen Shan, Wen Shan had no intention of addressing him as a lecturer. The only thing she knew about him was that he was Professor Yin’s lackey, thus giving him the nickname hairless hamster.
Mao Cang eyed Wen Shan arrogantly before he handed the folder to her. “This is the professor’s schedule for the second half of the year. Remember, you must complete the professor’s lecture notes before November as well as the summaries of the lectures.”
Wen Shan took the folder and said in bewilderment, “Senior, the professor is supposed to do this himself, isn’t he? Besides, I don’t know any of the professor’s previous lecture notes.”
The most important thing was that Professor Yin had never attended his lectures before.
Mao Cang glared at Wen Shan and exclaimed, “Have you not taken any lectures before? Don’t you know how lecturers teach their classes?”
Wen Shan kept her head down and growled silently. She wanted to shred this lackey into a million pieces.
“Senior, this is cheating, you are asking me to be a ghostwriter.” Wen Shan looked up at Mao Cang innocently.