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

Ji Nian's heart skipped a beat, and she instinctively turned to gauge Ji Tingzhou's reaction.

Twins.

Which meant the princess had originally given birth to two children.

Noticing Ji Nian's gaze, Ji Tingzhou, who had been resting his chin in his hand like a viewer watching some old-fashioned soap opera, showed no sign of emotion. He tilted his head to meet her astonished eyes.

"Need to pee?"

Ji Nian: "………"

No, Tingzhou, this is about your own flesh and blood, couldn't you at least show some reaction?

Ji Tingzhou remained incredibly calm.

Whether it was discovering Ji Nian's birth mother's identity from Chen Mo or learning he had another son, he acted as if he was listening to someone else's story.@@novelbin@@

The only reaction he showed was when he saw Ji Nian.

But even that was minimal, like the few drops that leak when you can't hold your pee.

"No, I don't need to…"

Ji Nian was a bit speechless, her eyes seemed to be saying, 'How can you be so calm?'

Ji Tingzhou genuinely didn't feel much.

After all, when Zhi Le brought Ji Nian to his doorstep all those years ago, Ji Tingzhou only glanced at her once, and even found her ugly, asking Zhi Le to take her away. Then he was left pondering how to dispose of the child.

The only thing that changed Ji Tingzhou's mind was Ji Nian.

He only acknowledged her.

The extra son was, in his eyes, just a remnant of the Ji Family.

He was blatantly biased.

"Then… Teacher, do you know who took me away?"

Turning her head back, Ji Nian looked at Chen Mo.

"I'm sorry… I couldn't find out."

The person had deliberately concealed their identity, which was why Chen Mo had been deceived for so long. Moreover, too much time had passed. Any clues that might have existed back then were now gone.

Chen Mo lowered his eyes, his pale lips tightly pressed together, his face filled with guilt.

Ji Nian shook her head: "It's not your fault, Teacher. You've done your best."

Alone, he built a company, conducted business, and at the same time investigated various matters, working to avenge his sister.

His body seemed to be in poor health, and it was hard to imagine how much hardship he had endured over the years.

Feeling the change in the child's mood, Ji Tingzhou suddenly reached out and pinched her cheek.

Ji Nian turned her head innocently.

What now, Your Highness?

"Finished talking?"

"The Ji Family doesn't keep outsiders. You can leave."

Ji Tingzhou didn't care about Chen Mo's feelings. Seeing that the child's full attention had been drawn away by him, he immediately began to usher him out.

Chen Mo, who had just been looking as if he could barely hold himself together, with a broken and fragile demeanor, upon hearing this, glanced at Ji Tingzhou with dark, deep eyes and said firmly, "I've come to take Ji Nian away."

Ji Tingzhou's expression was as if he were looking at a human trafficker.

If Ji Nian hadn't been by his side, he probably would have shot Chen Mo again.

"Are you sane?"

Chen Mo placed the documents he had collected on the table.

"Your genes were bought by my sister for eight hundred thousand."

"Strictly speaking, Ji Nian was born because of my sister's choice. She should have been surnamed Chen, a child of the Chen Family."

Ji Tingzhou didn't even glance at the documents. His emerald-green eyes narrowed, his gaze as cold as if he were looking at a dead man.

"You're asking for it."

Ji Nian was his child. No matter what, no one could take her away from him.

Ji Tingzhou was genuinely angry.

His fingers twitched slightly, and Wei Yang, who had always been keeping an eye on the situation from the shadows, understood his intent.

This meant Ji Tingzhou didn't plan to let Chen Mo 'leave' the Ji Family home.

He ​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​​​‍was serious this time.

Chen Mo, however, remained steadfast under the pressure, his black eyes sharp as he looked at Ji Tingzhou across from him. "It's not good for Ji Nian to be with you."

"You can't raise her properly. She needs a healthier environment to grow, not someone as unpredictable and emotionally unstable as you."

Chen Mo knew that Ji Tingzhou loved and cared for Ji Nian deeply.

But did Ji Tingzhou truly understand love?

Right now, he treated Ji Nian well, but would he continue to do so in the future?

Ji Tingzhou was just not interested in romance right now, but what if he met his destined partner later, got married, and had a new child?

What would happen to Ji Nian then?

Just thinking about it, Chen Mo felt a pang of distress.

The parents of the Chen Family always favored their daughter over their son. They remembered the daughter's preferences and tastes, but they always sent birthday wishes to Chen Mo on the wrong day.

He deeply understood the pain of an unbalanced family, and that's why he didn't want Ji Nian to experience that in the future.

Ji Tingzhou sneered at this.

"And what right do you have?"

"A sickly weakling?"

"How long do you think you'll live?"

These harsh words made Subordinate Number One, who had been standing quietly to the left of Chen Mo like a shadow, suddenly lose his temper.

On the other side, Wei Yang instantly appeared, his eyes fierce as he glared at the other man.

The atmosphere became tense and hostile.

Chen Mo, who had been hit hard, completely cooled his expression.

"It seems, there's no point in talking."

He said coolly.

Ji Tingzhou sat in his original position, leisurely looking at him, his eyes equally cold as they wandered over Chen Mo, as if considering which part of him to strike first.

Just as the conflict seemed about to erupt, Ji Nian, who had been excluded from the adult conversation, suddenly stood up.

She walked around the table and approached Chen Mo.

Standing in front of him, she said, "Uncle, I believe in my dad. I like it here. This is my home, and everyone here is really nice to me."

Hearing the child's voice, Chen Mo's first reaction wasn't disappointment that she didn't want to leave with him.

Instead, he was—

"You called me… what?"

He crouched down to look at Ji Nian, even doubting whether he had heard correctly.

Ji Nian, without any hesitation, repeated, "Uncle."

"Mr. Chen, aren't you my uncle?"

"…I am. I am your uncle."

Convinced that he hadn't misheard, Chen Mo's back sagged under that long-awaited, blood relationship-affirming address.

He instinctively reached out, as if wanting to embrace Ji Nian, but afraid she might be repulsed.

It was Ji Nian who noticed his intention, stepping forward on her own to hug the man who was kneeling on one knee.

The medicinal scent grew stronger. In this embrace, Ji Nian could more clearly feel his frail frame, the distinctness of his bones.

Chen Mo held tightly onto his long-lost, dearly missed relative. His bangs fell, covering his reddened eyes.

"You… you don't blame me for showing up so late, do you…"

The suppressed sob in his voice clearly reached Ji Nian's ears.

She gently patted Chen Mo's frail back, saying softly, "I don't blame you."

"Thank you for coming to find me, Uncle."

"You've been through so much all this time."

The empty shell of a body filled with bitterness and regret was now infused with emotions that brought tears to the eyes, as Ji Nian's thanks and the acknowledgment of his hardship poured in.

Chen Mo could no longer control himself. He hugged Ji Nian tightly, unrestrainedly.

His tall, thin body was supported by the small frame of Ji Nian, who embraced this child who had been away for far too long.

Chen Mo thought to himself.

Sister… do you see? This is your child.

And my kin.

While the atmosphere here was warm and touching, Ji Tingzhou's face looked as dark as if he wanted to kill someone.

In fact, he had genuinely intended to do so just moments ago.

Looking at Ji Nian, it was as if she was embracing not a person, but a sticky, warm piece of dog poop.

Chen Mo didn't get to hold her for long before Ji Tingzhou pulled her away.

He was already holding an antibacterial wipe, furiously cleaning the parts of Ji Nian that had touched Chen Mo.

Ji Nian felt embarrassed as she looked at Chen Mo: "My dad… he's like this, I'm really sorry."

Chen Mo thought to himself, I know.

Before coming to the Ji Family home, if it weren't for his own discomfort, he had seriously considered bringing a bucket of manure and pouring it directly on Ji Tingzhou, taking advantage of the moment to pull Ji Nian away and escape.