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

Saturday morning, bright and early, Chen Mo arrived at the Ji Family home, just as they had agreed. He held a large bouquet of pink and white tulips, interspersed with a cute heart-eyed teddy bear.

Due to Ji Tingzhou's command, no one stopped him, but knowing that their master didn't welcome this guest, the servants merely served tea as a formality and left without a word.

Earlier, when it was clear that Chen Mo had intentions of taking Ji Nian away, Zhiliao had prepared to resume her old profession, planning to assassinate him.

But when Ji Nian chose to stay, Zhiliao no longer considered Chen Mo a threat.

With a completely calm attitude, she said, "She's still asleep."

Chen Mo nodded to show he understood and naturally chose a comfortable spot to sit down.

"No need to wake her; let her sleep a bit longer."

Zhiliao thought to herself that she hadn't planned to wake her anyway.

Fortunately, on days when Ji Nian had something scheduled, her smart home assistant would wake her up at the right time.

At the appointed time, the pink-headed turtle began to call her.

Ji Nian didn't dawdle and, after a moment, got up.

After getting ready, hearing that Chen Mo had already arrived, she thought she might be late and quickly made her way downstairs in her pajamas.

To her surprise, Ji Tingzhou was also there.

He was sitting opposite Chen Mo, and the two seemed to have been engaged in some unspoken contest, the atmosphere a bit tense.

"Dad, good morning."

"Uncle Chen, good morning."

As soon as the child approached, the subtle tension between the two men seemed to dissipate, and they both turned to look at her.

"Good ​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​​​‌‍morning, Nian Nian," Chen Mo said, taking in the sight of Ji Nian still in her pajamas, her long, wavy hair a bit messy. He thought to himself, so this is the style of pajamas she likes.

He also couldn't help but marvel at/be impressed by the power of genetics.

Back when her sister was still alive, her hair would also be like this in the mornings, and she often complained about how hard it was to manage.

Ji Tingzhou let out a light scoff from his nose.

Still calling her Nian Nian.

What a dog name.

Chen Mo ignored his sarcastic tone and took the flowers from beside him, bent down, and handed them to the child.

"Here, for you."

Ji Nian took them, pleasantly surprised. "Thank you, Uncle Chen."

Two lifetimes combined, and this was her first time receiving flowers.

System: 【Who said that? Didn't Ji Tingzhou give you a spanking two years ago? So soon forgotten?】

Ji Nian: "………"

She had almost forgotten about that incident...

Usually, Ji Tingzhou just talked a lot, but that time, he was genuinely angry. He spanked her twice.

The reason was that Ji Nian had been in the lab, so engrossed that she forgot time, only realizing she was hungry when she suddenly snapped out of it and realized she had been inside for three days.

Only she had access to the lab, and when she came out, Ji Tingzhou was already outside, directing people to cut the door open, thinking something had happened to her inside.

And this wasn't the first time... There had been another incident before, and Ji Tingzhou had warned her once, but since Ji Nian didn't consider herself a real child, she brushed it off.

That time, the anxious and furious Ji Tingzhou spanked her twice.

Later, Ji Nian started wearing a timer...

Shaking off those memories, Ji Nian thought that even though only two years had passed, so much had happened to her here...

"Uncle Chen, give me a moment; I'll go change!"

Chen Mo naturally had no problem with that, speaking softly, "Take your time. Uncle Chen will wait for you."

Ji Nian nodded and then looked at Ji Tingzhou.

"Dad?"

She wasn't afraid that Ji Tingzhou would go back on his word. The main concern was if she couldn't go out, her Vengeance probe plan and the dream-like reality would have to be postponed.

Since they had already agreed, Ji Tingzhou naturally wouldn't embarrass her in front of an outsider, nodding to let her go.

Seeing the princess seemingly unangry, Ji Nian carried the flowers Chen Mo had given her and went upstairs.

As soon as she left, the smile disappeared from Chen Mo's face, and he silently returned to his seat, looking down at his phone.

Ji Tingzhou, on the other hand, stared at the person across from him for a few seconds.

The first time he saw Chen Mo, he could accurately call him a sick man without even looking properly.

But now, compared to before, today's Chen Mo had a slightly ashen complexion, and a sickliness had seemingly turned into something else.

Judging from Ji Tingzhou's perspective, it looked more like...

Death.

The current Chen Mo was filled with the heavy, dying aura of a person on their way out.

Ji Tingzhou narrowed his eyes.

He had seen this before—no, he was very familiar with it.

In his youth, the woman who had repeatedly thrown him into the streets, sold him to old men with perverse fetishes, or tried to send him to illegal organ trading clinics, one day, had suddenly exuded this aura.

Soon after, she had been bedridden, and before dying, her murky green eyes stared at him with hatred.

Usually, thinking about this would make Ji Tingzhou's mood plummet, but now, perhaps because he was a father.

Reflecting on that woman, Ji Tingzhou felt very little emotion.

His fingers brushed against something soft in his pocket, and Ji Tingzhou snapped out of his thoughts.

When he looked back at Chen Mo, although he still found him unpleasant to look at, the feeling wasn't as intense.

Soon, Ji Nian would only be with him.

What was the point of arguing with a dead man?

Ignoring the gaze from across the table, Chen Mo finally looked up when the table suddenly shook, disturbed by a kick.

He wanted to see what madness Ji Tingzhou was up to now.

As soon as he looked up, he happened to see Ji Tingzhou pull out something oddly shaped from his pocket, with a recognizable nose and eyes. Judging by the color, it seemed to be a representation of Ji Tingzhou himself.

What an ugly thing, he thought.

The next second, Ji Tingzhou raised his eyes and looked straight at Chen Mo, a smile that Chen Mo found repulsive twisting his lips.

"Handmade by Ji Nian in class."

Chen Mo's eyelid twitched, and he heard Ji Tingzhou continue, "This child is clingy."

"Even making crafts, she has to shape them like her dad, all because she misses her father so much that she wants to carry him with her."

With that, he shook his head, looking a bit troubled.@@novelbin@@

"I worry she might be teased as a daddy's girl at school."

Chen Mo: "………"

Biting back the urge to roll his eyes, Chen Mo forced a smile. "Mr. Ji, you're overthinking."

"You don't hear Ji Nian talk about you at school because you don't interact with her much. It's normal for her not to mention family matters."

Ji Tingzhou leaned back, looking lazy. "You don't know her well, so it's understandable."

Just then, Ji Nian returned, quickly, worried that the two men might start a fight downstairs.

"I'm ready."

Chen Mo no longer looked at Ji Tingzhou, standing up and walking directly toward Ji Nian.

Not knowing where Chen Mo was taking her, Ji Nian wore a grey-blue Chinese-style top, with breathable fabric pants below, her hair neatly tied into a braid, adorned with a matching lotus flower hairpin, making the petals look like a hairpin from the front.

This outfit was made by a master who had long retired, commissioned by Ji Tingzhou through sheer financial power. The patterns on the clothes were made with genuine gold threads.

When Ji Nian first learned the cost of this outfit, she was shocked, so she only wore it today to go out with Chen Mo.

Ji Tingzhou also knew this, and seeing the child wear it, his eyelid twitched.

Noticing Ji Tingzhou's change in mood, before leaving, Ji Nian leaned over and whispered, "Dad, I'm wearing this outfit to go out and make you look good."

"Otherwise, if we stay too low-profile, people might think our family only has cotton in the middle of our underwear."

Ji Tingzhou: "………"

Even if he went out in a potato sack, no one would think he only had cotton in the middle of his underwear!