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

As the time for the commemorative dinner approached, Ji Tingzhou went to fetch Ji Nian, wondering if she was still upset.

Although she usually appeared to have a good temper and would smile at anyone, it was simply because she was too lazy to bother with petty matters.

Before leaving, Ji Tingzhou had slipped on a batch of containers he had recently commissioned.

Ji Nian had no particular preferences when it came to food, clothing, or housing, but she had a penchant for such items. She would stare at these bottles and jars just as intently as she would at beautiful men and women.

When Ji Tingzhou arrived, he did not expect to find Ji Nian right away, but there she was, crouched in the shade of a bamboo grove, peering at ants.

Bored from waiting, she yawned, and as she looked up, she spotted Ji Tingzhou approaching.

It was a sweltering summer noon, and he was holding a handcrafted green paper umbrella adorned with lotus flowers, whose design was most likely the work of some master artist.

The sight of that shade of green in the oppressive heat was enough to refresh the senses.

“Waiting here doesn’t make you feel the heat?”

Ji Tingzhou waved to her, and Ji Nian got up, sidestepped the row of ants, and scurried under his umbrella, scratching her arm.

“I just wanted some fresh air.”

In no time, her fair arm was adorned with a large mosquito bite.

Ji Tingzhou glanced at it and suddenly reached out to make a small cross on it with his nail.

Ji Nian: “………”

“Have Zhiliao put some medicine on it when you get back. Don’t scratch.”

Ji Tingzhou smirked after marking his little victory.

He himself was not often bothered by mosquitoes, but Shen Rushan and Wei Yang were always covered in bites during summer, and he often saw them scratching and inadvertently making crosses.

Now, having tried it himself, he found it indeed quite satisfying.

Seeing Ji Nian’s expression of exasperation, Ji Tingzhou cleared his throat, adopting a more serious tone: “The new batch of things I ordered for you has arrived.”

At this, Ji Nian’s displeasure vanished, and she eagerly went to take a look.

Ji Tingzhou watched her, noticing she no longer seemed upset from earlier, when she had learned Chen Mo’s true identity.

Ji Nian was thrilled upon receiving her new gifts. She went back herself to carefully organize the beautiful transparent containers before returning, her cheeks flushed with excitement.

“Thank you, Daddy.”

“How’s ​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​​‍the progress?”

Ji Tingzhou handed her a handkerchief, signaling her to wipe the sweat from her face, and casually asked.

Upon hearing the question, Ji Nian pondered for a moment before slowly shaking her head.

“Not very smooth.”

Truthfully, this was something Ji Nian hadn’t anticipated.

She had perfectly replicated the poison that Chen Mo had been injected with, and the antidote had been made without complications. However, the previously poisoned lab mice, after receiving the antidote, had abruptly died.

At first, she thought it might be a dosage issue, but even with three experimental subjects, they all perished, though at varying intervals.

It meant the problem lay with the antidote itself.

The failure didn’t upset Ji Nian much. In this line of work, failure was to be expected.

Unable to figure out what had gone wrong, Ji Nian had stepped out to clear her mind.

Upon hearing Ji Nian’s response, Ji Tingzhou didn’t seem particularly troubled. He simply said, “Take your time.”

“I’ll handle the matters related to the Vengeance poison.”

Chen Mo is dead, so… well, it just means he had bad luck.

Of course, he didn’t say this out loud, but Ji Nian read it in his expression.

From his demeanor earlier, it seemed he had already guessed it.

Chen Mo nearly killed Wei Yang, and Princess Feia must really despise him. Yet, at the time, Ji Nian had been more interested in seeing his embarrassment…

Sigh.

Ji Tingzhou likely desired the same thing—to send Chen Mo off to the next world.

Wait…

The next world?

In a flash, a fleeting thought struck Ji Nian, and she promptly grasped it.

Her lazily leaning posture straightened abruptly, and she turned to Ji Tingzhou: “Daddy, can you ask Uncle Bruce to come over? Or at least arrange a video call?”

“There’s something I need his help with. I’ll write down the problem for you, you record his process, and show it to me, okay?”

Seeing her urgency, Ji Tingzhou didn’t ask any questions.

“Lu Zhi is coming by this afternoon, anyway. It’s convenient. I’ll ask him to bring Uncle Bruce along.”

Hearing Lu Zhi’s name, Ji Nian thought of the recent political upheaval in O Country.

The king had suddenly died, and the succession was still unresolved.

“Will Princess Feia become the queen?”

She asked.

Ji Nian figured Ji Tingzhou would know the inside story.

Ji Tingzhou did know. He had asked Lu Zhi, as if his wife were to ascend the throne, the cooperation between the Ji and Lu families would have to be adjusted.

Lu Zhi hadn’t held back, revealing that Feia had no intention of taking the throne herself, preferring instead to choose a puppet she could control from behind the scenes.

The words were spoken so casually, it was as if they were discussing dinner. Hearing this, Ji Nian, a former commoner in her past life, couldn’t help but shiver.

Having the answer, she stopped dwelling on it, turning her full attention back to the antidote.

Two days later.

Almost at the end of his strength, Chen Mo lay in bed, his eyes unfocused.

The nurse came in to check on him, sighed, and left, unable to help but relay to another, “I think… it’ll be tonight.”

The other person was surprised: “So soon?”

The nurse nodded: “I’ve been doing this for over a decade. I know what a dying person looks like.”

The other person shook his head, murmuring softly, “So young… what a pity.”

After the nurse left to attend to other duties, the other person looked around, then slipped into the bathroom, checking each stall to confirm it was empty. From her apron, she pulled out a phone.

With a cold voice, she uttered two words: “Tonight.”

As soon as the words left her mouth, the door was suddenly kicked open, and #2 led the way in, catching her in the act.

Realizing her exposure, the woman immediately hung up the phone.

#2 sensed something was off and shouted, “Stop her! She’s going to kill herself!”

Someone quickly stuffed their sock into her mouth, restraining her at the same time.

But the woman’s body still went limp.

#2 cursed under his breath: “Damn it.”

“Wasn’t she… too late?”

After so many years, they had finally caught a clue, only to be denied even the slightest hope!

“Actually… it seems like she just fainted.” The man who had stuffed his sock in her mouth scratched his nose awkwardly.

#2: “………”

...

When #1 entered, Chen Mo, who had previously looked on the brink of death, was being propped up by someone, sitting upright on the bed.

The nurse who had earlier declared Chen Mo’s imminent death stood meekly by, nodding to #1 as he entered before quietly leaving.

Chen Mo silently looked at #1.

“We’ve caught her.”

He reported the situation, and when mentioning the woman’s phone, his voice was heavy: “When we called the number again, it had become a blank number—an international one.”

“The interrogation is ongoing. Would you like to see…?” #1 inquired.

Chen Mo lowered his eyes, not speaking, but #1 understood his silence to mean he didn’t want to.

The disappointment was palpable.

Even though he had little strength to think at this point, he knew that from this spy, they would likely gather little of use.

He had hoped… for someone more substantial to show up.

His lips moved slightly, as if trying to muster a bitter smile.

At this moment, his motionless, powerless body felt like a prison, shackling his soul.

If only he could move freely, if only he still had his energy, perhaps he could trace some of these meager clues.

But now, Chen Mo was nothing but a lump of rotting meat, unable even to speak. The enemy seemed to know this, showing no fear, even volunteering themselves, sending such a person to mock him.

It was as if they were saying, “You’ve been chasing me for so long, and now that I’ve shown myself, why haven’t you caught on?”

Chen Mo burned with hatred, but there was nothing he could do. All he could do was watch himself fade away, waiting for death without any dignity.

He didn’t want this…

His last shred of self-respect made him loathe the idea of losing control of his bodily functions, of being unable to hold in his waste.@@novelbin@@

With great effort, he dragged several pills hidden under his pillow into his mouth using his teeth.

Chen Mo stared at the tablets for a long while.

Swallowing them would put an end to everything.

Tears seemed to well in his eyes, and with his mouth open, Chen Mo picked up the pills and placed them in his mouth.

At the same time, Two, who was busy, suddenly received a report from his subordinate: "Brother Two...someone...broke in, and we didn't dare stop them."

The signal seemed a bit poor, and Two didn't quite catch the name, instinctively frowning: "Broke in?"

"What are the security teams doing, not even able to stop a single person."

With a fierce aura, he strode toward the door. Before he could even reach for the doorknob, the door was suddenly pushed open.

Two's eyes shot up and saw his usually tall and mighty subordinates now timidly treading like quails.

And, leading them was—

"Ji Nian!?"

He uttered in disbelief.