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

The father and daughter hadn't seen each other for a few days and had a lot to talk about.

Ji Tingzhou woke up and, upon hearing from Zhiliao that Ji Nian had taken care of company matters for him, he wasn’t particularly surprised. After all, it sounded like something Ji Nian would do.

At just seven years old, she was already helping with company affairs. Ji Tingzhou didn’t say much outwardly, but inwardly, he was very pleased—so much so that he even thought about retiring at thirty.

On the flight over, he had reviewed what Ji Nian had been doing during his illness.

Her style of action clearly reflected the teachings he had instilled in her, making it obvious who she had learned from.

The more he looked at his daughter, the more he found her pleasing to the eye. Unable to resist, he reached out and pinched her cheek.

Ji Nian, used to her father's habits, turned her head to look at him. “Dad, feeling tired? Go to sleep.”

Ji Tingzhou’s condition had been fluctuating. Before boarding the plane, he had had a low fever. Just a while ago, it had come down again.

“I can go back by myself. You coming to pick me up, what if you catch it and get sick again?”

“Got it.”

Ji Tingzhou responded casually.

Ji Nian was right. He hadn’t slept much last night. With the child by his side and everything resolved, the sleepiness began to creep in.

The atmosphere grew quiet. When Ji Nian turned her head again, the person beside her had already fallen asleep.

His illness had caused the weight he had gained to melt away again. Despite being sick, Ji Tingzhou still insisted on keeping himself neat. His hair was clean and tidy, and he had styled it meticulously before leaving his room. After several days of fever, the skin around his eyes was red, and his long lashes cast shadows beneath.

Ji Nian decisively picked up her father’s phone from the table and snapped a photo of his sleeping profile.

Then, she got up to fetch a blanket and covered Ji Tingzhou with it.

Feeling the movement in front of him, he opened his eyes, saw it was Ji Nian, and closed them again to go back to sleep.

When Zuo Yi informed them that they were about to land, Ji Nian fetched a glass of warm water, inserted a straw, and placed it by her father’s lips.

“Dad, have some water.”

At the sound of his name, Ji Tingzhou drowsily opened his eyes and glanced at her.

His voice was low and raspy. “The cup’s ugly.”

Ji Nian looked at it and muttered, “It’s pretty, isn’t it? There’s even a crown on it.”

Nevertheless, she didn’t argue with him and obediently went to get a different cup, one with an iris pattern that suited her father’s taste.

This time, Ji Tingzhou didn’t complain and drank from it.

Ji Nian sighed with the air of an old soul. “Dad, no wonder you're still single.”

It was hard to imagine what would happen if he had a girlfriend one day and she asked him, “Honey, if I turned into a caterpillar, would you still love me?”

Ji Tingzhou: Disgusting and ugly. Who would love that?

Hearing Ji Nian’s remark, Ji Tingzhou let out a soft snort, clearly expressing his disdain for the idea.

Seeing his indifferent expression, Ji Nian leaned over, resting her arm on the armrest of the seat. “Dad, if I turned into a caterpillar, would you still love me?”

Ji Tingzhou’s eyebrows twitched as he imagined the sight of the child turning into a big, hairy worm right in front of him. His expression turned slightly disgusted.

“Can’t you turn into something better looking?”

Like a chick, at least it’s cute when it’s clean.

Ji Nian shook her head, sticking to her original choice. “No, I want to be a caterpillar.”

Ji Tingzhou pulled the blanket back a little, letting some air in. He replied slowly, “A caterpillar only lives for a few dozen days. I can’t have it carrying my bedpan when I’m a hundred.”

As he mentioned the word “bedpan,” his tone took on a sharp, disgusted edge.

Ji Nian thought about it and realized he was right.

“Well, forget it. I won’t be a caterpillar.”

She gave up quite readily.

Ji Tingzhou: “......”

Fine, he’d just count it as her being filial.

...

Zhiliao had received word and was waiting early.

Ji Nian spotted her from a distance and ran over.

She had taken a shower on the plane and changed into a short-sleeved shirt. Her hair was still slightly wet at the ends and swayed with her movements.

Zhiliao grabbed her and looked her over carefully.

“Are you hungry? What do you want to eat?”

Ji Nian thought for a moment and said she wanted to eat hairy crabs. She also pet the head of Da Dan, who had come running over. The dog had missed her and was wagging its tail so hard it almost blurred.

Zhiliao turned around and instructed someone to prepare the meal.

“Don’t go to school today. Have a good rest at home.”

Ji Nian nodded and agreed.

She chatted with Zhiliao about what had happened on her trip to O Country, while Zhiliao listened intently.

As they walked under the awning, Ji Nian was midway through her story when her gaze caught something off to the side, and her voice abruptly stopped.

“Uncle!?”

When Ji Tingzhou heard this title, his already uncomfortable head began to ache.

In front of them, standing in the shade under the awning, was a man with black hair, dressed in a white shirt and black trousers. His lips curved into a gentle smile as he looked their way.

“Come over quickly. It’s hot outside.”

Ji Nian hadn’t seen Chen Mo for a few days. He gestured for the child to come closer.

The sun was indeed quite strong that day. Ji Nian’s slightly wet hair ends had dried up in no time.@@novelbin@@

Cautiously glancing at Ji Tingzhou’s expression, seeing that he didn’t react, Ji Nian slowly walked over.

“Uncle, what are you doing here?”

She jogged a few steps closer, looking up at Chen Mo.

【He’s as beautiful as ever, and even more graceful than before】

To be honest, Ji Nian accepted Chen Mo easily, mostly because of his good looks.

System: Mostly? Try 100%.

“You went so far away, and you didn’t even tell me,” Chen Mo said, squatting down to look at the child. Seeing the slight dark circles under her eyes, he couldn’t help but feel a pang of worry. “Did you stay up late?”

After asking, his gaze shifted to Ji Tingzhou, who was standing there expressionless. The implication was clear: Is this how you take care of your daughter?

Ji Nian quickly shook her head. “No, I just didn’t sleep well at night.”

Chen Mo was quite worried too. “Was the accommodation or the plane uncomfortable? I have a manor in O Country with a very soft bed. Next time, sleep at my place.”

Originally, Chen Mo had learned that the Ji family’s pharmacist seemed to be meddling again and was planning to send someone to investigate, hoping to uncover the true identity of the pharmacist.

But once he heard that Ji Nian had gone to O Country, he dropped everything. He immediately sent people to secretly protect her, even coordinating with Wei Yang during her visit to the Lu Family’s estate.

When he found out Ji Tingzhou had arrived, and that things would likely be resolved, Chen Mo’s focus was on picking up Ji Nian. That’s why he hurried to the Ji household.

Throughout all this, he still kept people investigating the pharmacist.

His people reported that before Ji Nian arrived, the building had been empty.

So, how did the medicine that saved Lu Jinghuai end up being used?

Was the pharmacist’s potion prepared beforehand, brought over by Ji Nian?

But, even if a toxicology test had been performed, the pharmacist wouldn’t have been able to act that quickly.

Still, perhaps that was the only explanation.

Chen Mo didn’t bother digging further. Right now, the most important thing was his little niece.

“Keep that secluded manor to yourself. She doesn’t need it.”

Ji Tingzhou walked over and pulled the child away from Chen Mo, coughing softly.

Seeing this, Chen Mo gave him an insincere smile. “Mr. Ji, you should take better care of your health. Don’t go infecting her too.”

As the two seemed about to start another argument, Ji Nian quickly changed the subject.

“It’s hot outside. Let’s go inside. Dad, you should go back and rest. And, Uncle, come in and sit.”

Ji Tingzhou frowned. “Why are you bringing dirt into the house?”

Chen Mo ignored him, happy to spend more time with Ji Nian.

Just as he was about to respond, his expression changed slightly—so quickly that Ji Nian didn’t even notice.

“Next time, Nian Nian. Uncle suddenly remembered there’s something urgent I need to handle.”

Ji Nian didn’t insist on keeping him and nodded. “Go ahead, Uncle.”

After all, adults manage such large businesses. It’s normal for them to have urgent matters.

Chen Mo said his goodbyes to her with a calm expression and gave Ji Nian a small box, saying it was a little toy for her.

Then, he left in a hurry.

Once outside the Ji household, Chen Mo got into his car.

Seeing that his boss had rushed back so quickly, Subordinate No. 1 was about to ask if anything happened. But then he saw his boss suddenly bend over, covering his mouth with one hand as he coughed violently. The other hand clenched the seat so hard that the knuckles whitened, the veins on the back of his hand bulging.

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