A Little Trick, the Scumbag Dad Can’t Hold the Knife After Understanding Love Chapter 278

For this parent-teacher conference, the school administration deliberated for a long ti before finally deciding to entrust the planning of the event to the student council president, Gu Xiuyuan.

Upon receiving the task, Gu Xiuyuan and the student council mbers engaged in intense discussions and ultimately decided to break away from the previous years’ roundtable discussions and auditorium-style summaries. Gone were the high-end black teas and Michelin-starred pastries.

Instead, they opted to follow the approach of ordinary schools, letting parents experience sitting in their own children’s seats while listening to the teachers’ reports from the podium.

One student council mber muttered under their breath: "Truth be told, the president just wants to save money so the funds can be redirected to helping students in need."

As soon as class ended, the students stread out of the classroom. So waited in the hallway, while the more energetic ones ran to the entrance to greet their parents.

Shen Qingtang went to pick up her grandfather, leaving Ji Nian as one of the only two students who remained motionless in the classroom.

She was texting Chen Mo about the restorative serum.

These past few days had been tough on him. After Ji Nian unveiled this ga-changing invention, Chen Mo’s assistant’s phone had been ringing off the hook.

When the news first leaked, everyone adopted a wait-and-see attitude. But after the initial clinical trial succeeded, various factions rushed to contact him.

So overenthusiastic professors even showed up at his doorstep with their students, subtly—or not so subtly—probing for information about the serum’s creator.

It wasn’t until they heard the Ji family’s na ntioned that they suddenly recalled the universal antidote jointly released by the Chen and Ji families years ago.

They had thought that was the pinnacle, but who could have guessed that years later, another groundbreaking invention would erge?

After venting a little, Chen Mo still managed to ask: "For the parent-teacher conference… Ji Tingzhou isn’t coming, right?"

Even with how busy he was, he still rembered the conference…

Ji Nian replied: "Nope~"

There was a reason she didn’t want anyone to attend.

If given the chance, Ji Tingzhou and Chen Mo could easily end up in a fight.

And it wasn’t just those two—even Zhiliao and Wei Yang were itching to join in.

So it was better to just keep everyone away.

System: [Who’s going to Ji Nian’s parent-teacher conference?]

[Dad: Pausing my project, I’ll go.]

[Uncle: Halting my eting, I’ll go.]

[Wei Yang: Suspending patrols, I’ll go.]

[Zhiliao: Putting murder on hold, I’ll go.]

Ji Nian: ["………Zip it."]

While bantering with the system, she suddenly heard movent beside her.

Turning her head, she saw He Xiang standing next to her.

Still in the midst of his voice-changing phase, he rarely spoke outside of being called on in class.

Noticing Ji Nian’s attention, he bent down and held his phone screen in front of her.

Ji Nian focused and saw the flower she had given He Xiang.

Hah, this guy had skills. Just a few days ago, the plant had been drooping pitifully, but under his care, it had perked up, its small blossoms proudly flaunting their vibrant petals.

"It looks so lively! I thought it might not make it."

Ji Nian tapped the screen, admiring the flowers with satisfaction.

He Xiang pressed his lips together, one hand braced on the desk as he leaned down, letting her examine the photo. Seeing the smile in her eyes, he couldn’t help but mirror it, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly.

"Oh, by the way, where’s the little crown prince?"

She rembered Lu Jinghuai saying Lu Zhi wouldn’t be coming today, but she didn’t see him around.

At the ntion of Lu Jinghuai, He Xiang’s expression cooled slightly. He shook his head to indicate he didn’t know.

Then he picked up the test paper Ji Nian had just set aside and pointed at her mistakes, clearly intending to explain them to her.

Ji Nian: "……..."

What had she done to deserve this punishnt?

Fortunately, He Xiang didn’t lecture her for long. Students soon began returning with their parents in tow.

Ji Nian stood up, grabbed her test paper, and tugged He Xiang toward the door. "Let’s go. We’re just in the way here."

His gaze lingered briefly on her retreating hand.

Just then, a parent, too busy looking around, failed to notice the shorter Ji Nian and nearly collided with her.

He Xiang stiffened, instinctively reaching out to pull her back—

But he was too late.

The parent, as if hitting an iron wall, staggered backward, almost losing their balance.

Ji Nian, on the other hand, remained perfectly steady: ?

Did sothing just bump into her?

Behind her, He Xiang exhaled in relief, his dark pearl-like eyes reflecting an unconscious admiration.

At least she was strong.

With the crowd growing, Ji Nian and He Xiang moved closer to the podium to avoid accidents, planning to leave once everyone had settled in.

It was then that she overheard a few parents whispering excitedly, unable to contain their enthusiasm:

"He’s even more handso than the celebrities at my company. Whose parent is that? Is he married?"

"Seriously… His son is standing right there. That’s Lu Jinghuai—my daughter told . He’s mixed-race, with golden hair."

"So that’s Lu Jinghuai’s father? Both father and son are so… They really hit the genetic jackpot."

Ji Nian nodded in agreent.

[Human nature at work.]

After all, Lu Zhi was that good-looking.

The horoom teacher, Old Liu, had arrived earlier and was stationed by the door like a greeter, exchanging pleasantries with each parent.

Suddenly, the crowd stirred.

Ji Nian imdiately guessed—Lu Zhi and Lu Jinghuai must have arrived.

Co to think of it, she had never seen the father and son standing together before. Curious, she rose on her tiptoes, peering through the crowd to catch a glimpse of the dazzling duo.

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He looked up naturally, first spotting the shorter Lu Jinghuai. The student’s face, as always, packed a visual punch.

Even after all this ti as his horoom teacher, Old Liu still hadn’t gotten used to it. Every ti, he’d freeze for a second, needing a mont to adjust before he could speak normally.

The thought flashed through his mind, and he quickly shifted his gaze to the man beside Lu Jinghuai, ready to greet him—only to find his mouth hanging open, words failing him.

The man standing next to Lu Jinghuai had jet-black hair and eyes so dark they seed deeper than the average Asian’s, with faint glimrs of light swirling within.

His features were strikingly sharp, suggesting he wasn’t of pure Chinese descent. His posture was elegant and poised, like an aristocrat stepping out of an oil painting, exuding an air of opulent classical charm.

Hmm… and he looked sowhat familiar.

The man’s gaze didn’t linger on Old Liu. Instead, it swept past the crowd, landing on a certain spot in the classroom.

The corners of his lips curled slightly, his breathtakingly handso face carrying a hint of amusent as he spoke in a voice as smooth as silk.

"Hello, I’m Lu Jinghuai’s parent."

Beside him, the golden-haired boy—who bore no resemblance to him whatsoever—smiled gently, his silver-gray eyes warm and bright as he introduced, "This is my father."

anwhile, standing in the classroom and locking eyes with the so-called "Lu Jinghuai’s father," Ji Nian:

"…………………………?"