The Bumpy Road of Marriage: Divorce Now, Daddy

Nalan Chubno didn’t deepen the kiss and ended it with just a peck.

“Very well. I will depend on you from now on then, ma’am,” said Nalan Chunbo smilingly and stroked Wen Shan’s hair before leaving the room.

Wen Shan’s heart fluttered when she was teased again.

“About the phone call earlier… I contacted some seniors who were also victims of copying, but none of them were willing to come forward to report Yin Zhengdao,” Wen Shan said and followed Nalan Chunbo out of the room. He went and sat down on the sofa in the living room.

Wen Shan let out a sigh and sat down next to Nalan Chunbo on the sofa to show him her notebook. “I dug out all the theses that he published for the past ten years. He copied most of them from the seniors, but the seniors hadn’t said a word about it and they don’t want to report Yin Zhengdao,” she said and looked at Nalan Chunbo.

“Why wouldn’t they?” Nalan Chunbo asked curiously, “isn’t it their hard work that was copied?”

“It’s normal that they refuse to report their own teacher if it would label them as disrespectful. After all, we live in a country that emphasises on honoring teachers and respecting their teachings,” said Wen Shan mockingly.

The teacher-student relationship was a rather mysterious thing. While teaching was an honorable profession, some of them actually abuse their power to do unethical things, especially during the older days where the students would be forced to eat humble pie simply because the wrongdoer was a teacher.

“But isn’t being a good person the most basic way to be a good teacher?” Nalan Chunbo frowned.

“It might be different in Country X, but here we emphasize on honoring teachers and respecting them,” said Wen Shan, “things have become better now, but there are still students who refuse to report their own teachers, especially when it comes to copying theses. After all, awareness of copyrights in our country is considered weak, and most professors get suspended for the same reason which I am sure you know…”

“I don’t,” said Nalan Chunbo while reading a thesis on his laptop, “What could be worse than copying theses?”

Wen Shan was speechless at Nalan Chunbo’s response.

She should have known that this guy who grew up in another country wouldn’t know their culture.

“Let me put it this way. Between a professor copying his student’s thesis and a professor assaulting his student sexually, the headline on the newspaper would always be the latter. As for the former, you can easily notice that those who criticized me were all from academia. And this…” Wen Shan took the laptop and searched for viral news some time ago about a sexual assault in a high school and showed Nalan Chunbo the extent of the impact from the news.

“So, Papa Nalan, do you still think that what happened to me is something serious?” asked Wen Shan smilingly as Nalan Chunbo’s frown deepened.

“This is what happens when copyrights are not taken seriously, and it is exactly why Yin Zhengdao had the audacity to keep doing it without worrying about the consequences since there is nothing much the university could do and the students wouldn’t dare to speak for themselves.”

“So? Are you telling me this because you are ready to give up too?”

“Are you kidding me? I would have just let it go if I was the only one who got involved. Now that If and ‘If Only Time Froze When We First Met’ are involved, I vow to bring him to justice!” Wen Shan declared.

So it was for If and ‘If Only Time Froze When We First Met’? Very well.

Nalan Chunbo shut his laptop roughly.

Wen Shan jumped at Nalan Chunbo’s sudden action and began to wonder if she said something wrong.