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

Perhaps sensing Ji Nian's indifference, the woman's expression momentarily turned sad, but it quickly disappeared.

She loosened her grip on the little boy's hand, crouched down, and looked Ji Nian in the eye.

Her face, which had just been smiling, slowly grew serious.

Ji Nian couldn't help but feel puzzled.

What’s the big deal?

Then the woman spoke, "Did the baby poop today?"

Ji Nian: "………"

Ji Tingzhou, is that you?

Seeing Ji Nian's stifled expression, the woman burst into laughter: "Hahahahahahahahahaha!"

"Sorry, I just wanted to tease you and see what expression you'd make, hahahaha."

Ji Nian said helplessly, "Woman, are you satisfied with what you see?"

Chen Yueling immediately lowered her head, feigning shyness: "Yes, I'm satisfied."

Seeing her pretense of shyness, Ji Nian couldn't help but chuckle.

The previous sense of strangeness was washed away by a few jokes, and the atmosphere lightened.

Chen Yueling, seeing her relaxed, finally got to the point.

"Baby, the only regret of your mother is Chen Mo, your uncle."

"Help him…"

Ji Nian thought she didn't know Chen Mo had already recognized her, so she explained.

But Chen Yueling only shook her head. Her eyes seemed to hold many words, but something seemed to be restricting her.

She could only repeatedly stress the words 'help him'.

"Only you can save him."

Ji Nian, who had been puzzled before, suddenly realized something from her words.

Just as she was about to say something, she looked up and saw that both Chen Yueling and the little boy had vanished.

Ji Nian suddenly woke up and sat up.@@novelbin@@

Zhiliao, who had wanted to take the child into the house to sleep, saw her suddenly wake up and reached out to touch her.

"Did you have a nightmare?"

Ji Nian looked at Zhiliao’s face, opened her mouth, and found herself in a state of confusion.

"I… I… had a dream."

Zhiliao sat down naturally, taking the child into her arms.

Compared to her earlier struggles with managing strength and being inexperienced in taking care of children, now she had mastered the art of soothing a child.

First, she gently stroked the child’s head, then rubbed her cheeks, followed by her hands, and finally patted her back.

"Was it a bad dream?"

Ji Nian nestled in her arms, breathing in Zhiliao’s faint scent, and shook her head.

Her gaze fell on the rose hairpin Zhiliao had been wearing since she gifted it two years ago and said, "It should be a good dream."

Zhiliao hummed in agreement.

"That’s good."

After resting in Zhiliao's arms for a while, Ji Nian suddenly thought about how she hadn’t had much time to talk with her since returning.

The fact that she could make antidotes, Wei Yang and Zuo Yi knew about it, but she had been keeping it from Zhiliao.

But when she tried to speak, she didn’t know where to begin.

Zhiliao’s hand touched the child’s cheek, her fingers roughened by calluses, making the touch feel a bit coarse, but Ji Nian didn’t mind and even leaned into her palm.

Zhiliao seemed to understand her hesitation and, unexpectedly, her lips curved slightly as she whispered, "No need to overthink it."

"I already know."

Ji Nian widened her eyes.

Zhiliao’s expression seemed to say: it’s all understood between us.

In fact, Zhiliao had figured it out long ago. From Ji Nian’s frequent visits to the lab, the occasional scents on her body, coupled with the sudden appearance of the mysterious apothecary and Ji Tingzhou’s attitude, she had guessed something was up.

As a killer, it wasn’t just brute strength that kept her alive.

Intelligence, adaptability, observation, smell, and vision were all precious skills that had kept her alive through countless missions.

Zhiliao, who had already been shocked, didn’t reveal anything to the child, and her attitude towards Ji Nian didn’t change because of it.

Ji Nian called out, "Zhiliao," then opened her arms wide to hug her tightly, rubbing her cheek against her.

["No wonder she’s so smart... Such a remarkable woman... The quintessential mother figure."]

Zhiliao happily returned the hug, then asked softly:

"Do you want some ice cream?"

Ji Nian nodded: "I want pistachio custard flavor."

Zhiliao said okay.

"Don’t tell the head."

Ji Nian assured her, definitely not letting Ji Tingzhou know.

After Zhiliao left, Ji Nian lay back down. It was then she noticed Da Dan had somehow climbed up and was sitting by her feet, silently watching her.

Ji Nian patted his fluffy doggy head.

"Da Dan, do you think my uncle... isn’t well because of poisoning?"

But she didn’t see the signs of poisoning in Chen Mo’s appearance; he just seemed unhealthy.

If the poison’s nature was mild, it wouldn’t have driven Chen Yueling to appear in a dream to make her sister’s plea for help.

Or maybe it was just an ordinary dream, a figment of her imagination fueled by her earlier thoughts about him.

Da Dan barked a few times: "Woof woof woof woof woof!" It’s poisoning for sure!

"Woof woof woof woof woof!" That human smells like rotting old tree roots!

Da Dan tried to convey to the pup that she was right.

But Ji Nian couldn’t understand dog language.

[Forget it, thinking herself dizzy won’t solve anything. I’ll figure it out later]

After standing up from the rattan chair, Ji Nian stretched and went to see Ji Tingzhou’s room.

The curtains were drawn because he was sleeping, and the room was dimly lit. Ji Nian stood by the bed, reached out, and felt his forehead to make sure his temperature had not risen before she felt at ease.

Ji Tingzhou slept lightly, and he felt someone touching his forehead. He knew it was Ji Nian and didn't open his eyes.

She tucked the blanket around him and, after confirming that the sleep aromatherapy was working, left the room.

Ji Nian returned to her own room.

Zhiliao was back and didn't see her; she had placed the ice cream she requested on the table.

Opening the box and taking a spoonful, Ji Nian found her tablet and browsed the documents Ji Tingzhou had sent her earlier.

Details about the Lu Family’s retaliation against Vengeance, along with some seized materials.

Ji Nian studied them intently, occasionally taking another spoonful.

"I wonder if that poison maker among those captured apothecaries."

But he probably wasn’t; otherwise, the Lu Family would have controlled him, extorted all value from him, and destroyed him when he was no longer useful.

If it were Ji Nian, that’s what she’d do.

However, this point wasn't something she needed to hide from Ji Tingzhou. After all, the Ji Family already knew they had their own apothecary.

["The Lu Family only struck out of retaliation, and that foreordained that they couldn’t act gently. There’s just too little information on that poison-maker...]

For some reason, Ji Nian had a feeling.

The person who stole her poisons had not been caught and was still lurking in the shadows.

System: "The trail seems to have gone cold."

Ji Nian crossed her arms and shook her head: "Who says?"

Her emerald eyes sparkled with cunning.

"There’s still one person."

Her dear uncle, Chen Mo.

System: "Huh?"

['In such a situation, he could still secure the poison check from Lu Jinghuai, and even when I came back, he seemed to have news ahead of time and was waiting"]

Earlier, she had said that Chen Mo definitely had formidable clout in O City, and Vengeance had been active there before. And it was said they had a secret relation.

Therefore, Ji Nian’s breakthrough point –

was Chen Mo.

The system pondered for a moment: [Thought… you genuinely treated him as your uncle.]

Ji Nian closed the tablet, took a big spoonful of ice cream, and tilted her head: [He *is* my uncle, isn’t he?]

[Treasuring him as my uncle and wanting to obtain information from him doesn’t clash, and besides, I’m not hurting him.]

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she thought about the dream she just had.

Chen Mo sat on the bed, staring blankly at the doctor, who had been treating him for the past five years.

Recognizing Ji Nian and realizing his sister’s bloodline had been carried on gave him a significant boost, making him overlook his recent physical discomfort.

Frequent use of a temporarily curative agent.

He didn’t want Ji Nian to know he had an uncle who couldn’t move freely. He wanted to be healthy enough to stand before Ji Nian and meet the promise he made to the child.

To take her out and play.

But life had other plans. The doctor's face turned pale, his gaze on Chen Mo filled with sorrow.

“Please, speak. I can take it.”

Chen Mo croaked, as if already sensing the worst.

The doctor suddenly couldn’t bear to meet his gaze, his eyes dropping downward.

"Mr. Chen…"

"The medicine you’ve been using. It’s starting to lose its effect, unless there’s new medication for your condition, otherwise…"

he took a deep breath.

"You only have about two weeks left."