A Little Trick, the Scumbag Dad Can’t Hold the Knife After Understanding Love

“Mr. Ji, you must have seen the paternity test report.”

“As the report states, I am Ji Nian’s uncle. Her biological mother is my younger sister.”

Neither of them was one for unnecessary chatter. Chen Mo got straight to the point.

Ji Tingzhou gazed at him with an indifferent, emotionless stare.

As if to say… So what?

Even knowing that the man before him was his own daughter’s uncle didn’t change his opinion in the slightest.

Fortunately, Chen Mo didn’t care about his attitude.

He hadn’t come to make peace with Ji Tingzhou.

If divinities were to grant him a wish, he would probably wish for Ji Tingzhou to die on the spot.

That way, based on kinship, he could take Ji Nian away.

“My sister’s name is Chen Yueling. Do you remember her?”

Although it differed from his original vision where he imagined making Ji Tingzhou endure every imaginable torment, kneeling before him, only then allowing the man to die while recalling his sister’s name—

Even now, speaking about his sister to the man he had hated for so many years made his chest tighten with pain.

He stared intently at the man across from him.

There were subtle differences compared to the photos, but looking directly into those eerie emerald-green eyes felt akin to staring into the abyss—one could easily fall in.

If Ji Tingzhou showed even a sliver of realization, he feared he might lose control of his emotions.

But there was nothing.

Hearing the name, Ji Tingzhou’s reaction was like overhearing a random passerby’s name on the street. His emotional response was even less than a silent fart.

Chen Mo’s heart plummeted.

“…You really don’t know her?”

He didn’t notice the tremble in his voice that betrayed him.

Ji Tingzhou played with a stuffed toy that Ji Nian had left on the sofa, tugging on the little rabbit’s tail.

“Haven’t heard of her.”

Chen Mo suddenly stood up, slamming both hands onto the table that held the paternity test report. His body leaned forward, and his dark eyes burned with an emotion ready to burst forth.

“Eight years ago, Ji Corporation launched a hostile takeover of Tianxin Technology. Chen Yueling, the CEO of Tianxin, to save the company, formed an alliance with a business partner to fight for control against Ji Corporation.”

“The reverse takeover was almost successful, but the night before, Chen Yueling suddenly went missing, along with the managers of the companies she had partnered with.”

“By the time I received the news and returned from overseas to find her, all I saw was her body. She died from complications during childbirth.”

Chen Yueling had been close to her due date at the time. She was kidnapped on her way to the hospital, delivered without medical assistance in a harsh environment, and perished shortly after giving birth.

Every time Chen Mo thought of his sister’s tragic end, he felt an unrelenting hatred for the culprit.

From Ji Tingzhou’s dark eyes, Chen Mo sensed the vast depths of his anger and hatred.

Ji Tingzhou raised an eyebrow lazily. “You think I did it?”

Chen Mo didn’t waste time and directly tossed the evidence he had gathered over the years onto Ji Tingzhou.

Ji Tingzhou didn’t bother to be polite with someone who had lost control of their emotions.

He dipped his gaze and started reading.

He read quickly, swiftly consuming the long eight-year account of evidence.

No wonder Chen Mo had harbored hatred toward Ji Tingzhou for so many years.

Every piece of evidence was carefully concealed, but deeper investigations consistently pointed toward Ji Tingzhou.

Even a month before Chen Yueling’s death, Ji Tingzhou had driven a competitor to suicide. The man’s wife, somehow privy to Ji Tingzhou’s whereabouts, jumped from the top floor of the building where he was conducting business, landing dead at his feet.

Back then, just after rising to his position, Ji Tingzhou hadn’t spared a glance for the body. He simply strode over it and walked to his car.

The scene was captured by a journalist hired by the rival and, although Ji Tingzhou’s face wasn’t revealed, his icy, inhuman demeanor caused quite a stir.

To this day, although the photos have been censored and disappeared, there are still those who recall the incident and use it to condemn Ji Tingzhou.

“I don’t know Chen Yueling. I have heard of Tianxin, but this matter wasn’t mine to handle.”

“The person in charge at the time has already retired.”

“The acquisition was real, but murder… I assure you, he wouldn’t dare without my approval, not even with ten times his courage.”

His emerald eyes pierced into Chen Mo, sharp as a blade.

“It’s unfortunate that you’ve been wrong all along.”

Those few brief sentences

turned the hatred that had sustained Chen Mo for years into a mockery.

For ​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‍so long, aside from hatred, Chen Mo had almost forgotten what other emotions felt like. Hate, like love, could fuel life—one was sharp as a thousand knives, the other as sweet as honey.

“……Don’t.”

All his strength seemed to drain, causing Chen Mo’s body to sway.

His eyes burned with a crimson rage.

“……Don’t look at me like that.”

His voice was hoarse, practically unrecognizable.

Unable to bear it, he sank back into his seat.

Ji Tingzhou lowered his gaze and picked up the teacup in front of him, sipping it before putting it back down with disinterest.

“Find someone else to stare at rather than losing yourself in self-pity.”

“Thinking about who your real enemy is seems more productive than stewing in the bitter aftertaste, doesn’t it?”

“Or are you waiting to dip your toes and savor it? Preening over it can’t be satisfying alone.”

Ji Tingzhou’s words had a sharp edge to them, at times even cruel, leaving those he chastised flinching.

Although younger than Chen Mo, Ji Tingzhou’s scolding left no one questioning the veracity of his seniority.

Hearing Ji Tingzhou’s words, Chen Mo lowered his head and chuckled.

A slight tug at the corner of his lips instantly dispelled the gloom and confusion from his brow.

“If she were alive… you two might’ve had something to talk about.”

Chen Mo didn’t specify who ‘she’ was, yet Ji Tingzhou understood all the same.

Rubbing his temples, Chen Mo forced down his feelings and started discussing Ji Nian.

“My sister wasn’t one for marriage, but she loved children. Many years ago, she decided to have her child through in vitro fertilization.”

“But tell me…”

He glanced at Ji Tingzhou, his smile neither malicious nor benign. “My sister was already thirty when she gave birth to Ji Nian. Judging by age, no matter if it was a romance or… hiding in a coatroom, your age seems…”

Although many years had passed, each time Ji Tingzhou considered the circumstances behind this, he felt deeply shamed.

He wouldn’t dare tell Chen Mo about the past where he was tricked by Ji Wanting and forced to donate his… uh… genetic material.

However, his cold voice uttered, “Accident”.

Yet… the most suspicious aspects of the matter lay elsewhere.

After assuming his position, he had long since ordered the destruction of past genetic samples, which likely would have disappeared without a trace. Furthermore, there was no existing initial data. Why, under these circumstances, would it ever put him in contention with Chen Yueling?

Ji Tingzhou wasn’t unintelligent, and this inference he made signaled larger issues at play.

Perhaps this situation extended beyond Chen Mo’s own deception.

Whoever the agent of this scheme was likely existed in the same low depths like intangible inconsiderates. Crawling in uncertainty.@@novelbin@@

While Ji Tingzhou pondered, Ji Nian standing behind the corner, her back resting against the wall also deliberated.

【So…could it really be true? Mom’s Ji Wanting may have actually found my real uncle, Ms. Mo?】