I am chasing a rough man in the 80s
Chapter 924: Fate is Really Damn Suspenseful

Chapter 924: Chapter 924: Fate is Really Damn Suspenseful

Suizi’s cup of tea was empty, and it wasn’t until then that Yu Jingting returned.

Everyone in the room was busily discussing wedding matters, treating the two individuals who were actually getting married as if they were superfluous, all listening to Wang Cuihua and the godmother go on and on.

Su Zhe noticed that Yu Jingting had been gone for quite a while and gave him a questioning look; Yu Jingting squeezed his eyes at him, signaling that there was no significant problem.

Suizi asked him with her lips, "All set?"

Yu Jingting ran his hand through his hair, "Heh, as if you need to ask who’s handling things."

With him around, how could there be anything he couldn’t sort out?

The godmother had come to realize that Wang Cuihua was genuinely capable of handling things.

Although not a local, she had, through her outstanding "intelligence gathering" over several years in the alleys, mastered the marriage customs here, considering every detail thoroughly.

What was most amazing was her preparedness in astrology and choosing the auspicious date for the wedding, all done in one go.

Although Suizi’s parents were teachers, not the superstitious type, they still held simple values when it came to marriage, preferring to believe rather than to be skeptical; hence, they had nothing but praise for the date Wang Cuihua had picked.

Wang Cuihua was all smiles, pleased with herself; the I Ching divination she had learned from her daughter-in-law was indeed very useful.

With this skill, Wang Cuihua could mix in with the wives of the wealthy to gather information for her son, or slip into the ranks of market aunties picking vegetables, attracting admirers wherever she went.

"Who was that, taking so long?" Wang Cuihua, seeing her son return by himself, asked as no one followed behind him.

"Oh, someone was asking for directions, I just helped them out," Yu Jingting casually deflected the conversation, and the two families resumed their discussion.

By the time they finished discussing, it was already past eight in the evening.

Yu Jingting’s family was ready to leave, and Su Zhe followed suit as he needed to work late at the laboratory.

The time slot for getting the marriage license tomorrow was bought by his overtime work tonight.

At the Research Institute, Su Zhe got out of the car and saw that Suizi and Yu Jingting also got out.

Siye drove away with Wang Cuihua.

"You guys?" Su Zhe asked, puzzled.

Yu Jingting laughed and slung his arm around Su Zhe’s shoulder in a friendly manner.

"You do your work, and we’ll do ours."

Su Zhe understood there was more to it and, after a brief thought, began to grasp what was going on.

"Who was that knocking on the door of my future father-in-law’s house just now?"

"Your son."

"??? Bobo is here?" Su Zhe’s first reaction was that it might be his godson Bobo.

Suizi shook her head.

"Little Luobo and Jiaojiao are home, watching the house. How could the kids come all this way?"

Su Zhe thought about it and realized she was right, but he did find himself missing his godson and goddaughter.

Wang Cuihua had just suggested that when they get married, the boy and girl twins should sit on their bed, a suggestion everyone thought was feasible.

For a moment, Su Zhe even thought about what the kids would wear on that day, taking three seconds before realizing something was off.

"If not Bobo, where would I get another son from?"

Yu Jingting made a face of disdain and turned to comically complain to Suizi.

"Wife, look at him, and to think he’s a scientist. Such slow reactions."

Suizi nodded, indeed.

"What exactly is going on?" Out of the lab, Su Zhe found it tough to catch up with these worldly matters.

"This is the ’overtime’ she and I were talking about—though it’s called work for two, it’s really just me who’ll be doing anything. This lass just wants to come over to look on," Yu Jingting said, making a face at Suizi.

Suizi looked innocent; an opportunity to witness such a spectacle, which was far more exciting than any TV drama—not attending would mean regretting for years to come.

"It’s not that I’m unwilling to help, it’s just that my husband is so capable on his own, he doesn’t need me."

"Hmm, I can do it, I can do anything."

Standing by the side, Su Zhe slowly saw a big question mark materialize over his head. Although he didn’t understand, he vaguely felt that Yu Tiegen was up to no good again.

Yu Jingting and his wife followed Su Zhe to the laboratory.

The laboratory was divided into several layers, the further inside, the higher the level of confidentiality. Suizi and her husband couldn’t enter the inner parts, so they waited outside.

Su Zhe didn’t know what this couple was up to, anxious to proceed with his experiment, he changed into a lab coat and was about to enter.

An older man stepped out from within, with sparse hair on his head, and glasses as thick as the bottom of a beer bottle.

He seemed very surprised upon seeing Su Zhe.

"Professor Su, what brings you here?"

Su Zhe didn’t catch his drift, just nodded his head and was about to walk in when Yu Jingting sauntered over.

"He’s here, and you’re disappointed, aren’t you? Thinking to yourself, ’fate, such a goddamn suspense’?"

"Who are you?" The middle-aged man was taken aback by Yu Jingting’s forthright comment and peered at him through the thick glasses with cautious scrutiny.

Yu Jingting had intended to snatch a few words first; after all, his wife said he was now a civilized man and shouldn’t start by hitting people, which would be a disgrace.

But some people naturally have a face that just begs to be hit.

When Yu Jingting saw him, he tilted his head and pondered why this guy’s vibe was so familiarly annoying.

"Huh? Doesn’t he look like Li Youcai?" Suizi exclaimed in surprise.

She thought if Li Youcai could live to this age, he’d probably look like this.

Yu Jingting slapped his forehead, no wonder he looked a bit like Li Youcai—an older version of Li Youcai, no wonder he was so annoying!

Having clarified this thought, Yu Jingting’s hand bypassed his brain and took action on its own.

The middle-aged man was still waiting for Yu Jingting to respond, while Su Zhe also stopped to see what was happening on this side.

Before the middle-aged man could take a good look at Yu Jingting, he felt a lightness on the bridge of his nose.

The glasses he had worn for decades were now in Yu Jingting’s hands.

Middle-aged man: ???

Yu Jingting’s hand opened, and the glasses fell to the ground with a muffled crack.

One lens shattered.

The now blurry-eyed middle-aged man bellowed, "Why did you grab my glasses?!"

"Blame yourself..." Yu Jingting stepped on them, shattering the other unbroken lens, "you were born with a face that curses glasses."

There was no helping it; his family and Li Youcai were sworn enemies. Li Youcai had gone to eat steamed buns in prison, and when Yu Jingting saw someone who resembled Li Youcai and was equally unsavory, he couldn’t resist giving a few stomps.

"Jingting, what is this?" Su Zhe was confused, "Do you have a grudge against Professor Wang?"

"Not at all, we just met today; where would the grudge come from?" Yu Jingting grinned, showing his teeth, "But he, he’s particularly fond of you, even wanting to offer you a free son."

Upon hearing Yu Jingting mention "giving a son," Professor Wang already knew what was up, hurriedly turned around and attempted to enter the laboratory, not wanting to continue the conversation.

Seeing him trying to flee into the lab, Suizi quickly urged Yu Jingting to grab him.

Yu Jingting lifted his chin, stood in place, and didn’t move an inch.

Then there was a loud bang, as Professor Wang’s greasy forehead hit the glass door.

Being severely nearsighted without his glasses, in his panic, it wasn’t an accident that he hit the wall; it was inevitable.

"Tsk!" Suizi winced at the noise, wondering if that would knock him silly.

"Why are you running like a dog that just stole something?" Yu Jingting watched the disgraced Professor Wang with a smirk, "Running so fast won’t do, you dropped something."

"What?" Clutching his forehead, Professor Wang only saw stars dancing before his eyes.

"Dropped a... big son."

"???"