Be Careful, Scum Dad! Mommy Is Back!

Chapter 78: Chapter 78: Could it Possibly be His Daughter?

Last night, Ji Muye didn’t get an answer.

During breakfast, his gaze frequently fell on Lu Xining and Little Dumpling’s faces, harboring an uncertain guess in his heart.

The former pretended not to see.

The latter thought he wanted to eat the paste in her bowl and generously scooped a big spoonful for him.

Lu Nuonuo pulled herself up from the child’s chair and handed it towards Ji Muye’s mouth, also signaling him to open wide.

“Uncle, a big bite, eat.”

Ji Muye was touched by her gesture, softly patted her little head, and said, “Uncle won’t eat, Nuonuo eat.”

Today was Saturday.

Ji Muye rarely didn’t go to the company; instead, he stayed at the Lu Family’s home to accompany the three children.

The happiest were Ji Chao and Ji Ze.

Lu Xining didn’t want to see Ji Muye at home, but the two children had just experienced an attack and were naturally unsettled. Having dad by their side made them feel more secure.

“Mommy, play building blocks with me.”

“Daddy, daddy, look at the little car godmother bought me!”

“Oh my, Nuonuo, that’s not how you play with it. Brother will teach you, do this first, then this, look, the little train is running now.”

“Daddy, this is my new drawing, here are mommy and daddy, brother and sister, and the handsome me…”

The morning flew by quickly.

Lu Xining and Ji Muye played many toys and games with the three children. The adults were tired, but the children were still energetic.

During that time, Ji Muye stole several glances at Lu Xining, his eyes complex and hesitating to speak.

“Xining…”

“Ji Muye, I just want to properly accompany the children.”

Catching the aloofness and indifference in her eyes, the man had to swallow back the words on the tip of his tongue.

Perhaps due to the soft material of the home clothes, it softened the mature fierceness hardened by the business world on Ji Muye.

When those deep-sea-like black eyes landed on her, Lu Xining actually sensed a hint of helplessness and grievance.

She felt like she was bewitched.

How could Ji Muye feel aggrieved? He radiated a strong aura of being in control, more likely to make others feel aggrieved.

Unable to bear his gaze any longer, Lu Xining headed directly to the upstairs study.

Since he wanted to accompany the children, she would leave him ample time and space, conveniently handling some lab work as well.

Lu Nuonuo’s hands were filthy from playing with playdough.

She pouted slightly and, with a slight disgust, raised her hands to Ji Muye, her sparkling eyes twinkling like stars.

“Uncle, wash hands.”

Ji Muye returned from his reverie, his gaze sweeping over the child’s playdough-covered hands, his voice gentle, “Okay, uncle will carry you to wash your hands.”

He scooped up Little Dumpling, cradling her with one arm, and strode towards the outside washroom.

Little Dumpling sat on the sink, leisurely swinging her legs, her fair and smooth hands rinsing under the water flow.

Ji Muye carefully applied hand soap to her, treating her as delicately as if she were fragile.

Lu Nuonuo’s fingers opened and closed under the water, splashing quite a few droplets onto Ji Muye’s clothes, yet the man didn’t mind at all.

If this were someone else, he would have had a stern face by now.

Even with Ji Chao and Ji Ze washing hands, Ji Muye didn’t allow them to splash around, strictly enforcing the Ji Family children’s code of conduct.

But Lu Nuonuo was an exception.

Every time he saw this child, Ji Muye felt an urge to buy her everything in the world that she liked.

After drying the child’s fingers, Ji Muye finally picked up Little Dumpling again.

The two of them, one big and one small, stood in front of the mirror for a long time without leaving.

He meticulously observed the facial features of himself and Little Dumpling in the mirror and scrutinized every detail.

The child’s face shape was like her mother’s.

Her eyes, nose, and mouth also resembled hers.

Particularly when her eyes curled up into crescent moons when she smiled, she looked exactly like Lu Xining.

Lu Nuonuo was just a mini version of Lu Xining.

The only thing slightly similar to him was the small mole between her eyebrows.

But could it be possible?

Could Nuonuo be his daughter?

Ji Muye felt uneasy in his heart.

Little Dumpling, hugging Ji Muye’s neck, also looked in the mirror and made faces at him to make him laugh.

“Uncle, pretty.”

Although she knew in her heart that Ji Muye was her biological father, Lu Nuonuo decided to act ignorant until her mother agreed.

Ji Muye couldn’t resist and kissed her cheek.

He praised her, “Nuonuo is even prettier.”

Hearing this, Little Dumpling shyly buried her cheek in Ji Muye’s neck, affectionately nuzzling him, and softly called him uncle.

“Mm, uncle is here.”

Ji Muye responded to every call of uncle.

Little Dumpling really enjoyed the feeling of being with him, and the dependence and joy in her eyes grew.

The cold, hard shell around his heart was completely melted by the child’s soft and adorable manner.

Just thinking that Nuonuo might be his daughter, Ji Muye wished he could pluck stars and moon for her right now.

He finally made up his mind.

“Nuonuo, the little butterfly on your head is crooked, can uncle help you redo your hair?”

Crooked?

Little Dumpling looked puzzled in the mirror at the hairstyle, which looked just the same as what her mother had done in the morning.

She shook her head and after a moment, realizing the little butterfly hairpin was still in the same place, she was about to head to her mother when Ji Muye had already put her back on the washstand and untied her ponytail.

Little Dumpling sighed internally.

…Okay.

She could only trust her bargain dad’s hair braiding skills again.

“Uncle, Nuonuo doesn’t want to go bald.”

Ji Muye felt a bit embarrassed, remembering his previous cluelessness.

“Nuonuo, don’t worry, uncle has practiced this time.”

Indeed, as Ji Muye said, this time his actions were much smoother, and only three or four hairs fell out.

He fixed Little Dumpling’s hair again, carried her back to the toy room, and instructed his two sons to take good care of their sister.

“Nuonuo, be good, play here with your brothers, uncle will be right back.”

Little Dumpling looked up at Ji Chao and Ji Ze in the room, nodded obediently, and waved her hand telling him to come back soon.

Ji Muye smiled and promised, “Okay.”

He returned to the washstand, picked up the comb, and placed Little Dumpling’s hair into a prepared clear bag, along with some of his own hair, as well as Lu Xining’s hair, all into a document bag.

By the door, Secretary Yan was already waiting early in the car.

Ji Muye commanded with a stern face: “Hurry!”

Secretary Yan took the document and was about to go straight to the DNA lab, but he received a call about an issue with a document at the company, necessitating his immediate attention, so he had to head to the office first.

“Secretary Yan, does this document also need to be dealt with?”

It was another female secretary of Ji Muye who spoke, wearing a conspicuous red dress but with a serene expression.

Secretary Yan’s heart tightened: “No need! I’ll handle this one personally!”

Seeing him quickly finish the work and rush off, the female secretary secretly followed him, and upon seeing the DNA lab, she immediately understood what was inside those documents.

After Secretary Yan left, she entered the DNA lab.

Half an hour later, she left with satisfaction.