A Little Trick, the Scumbag Dad Can’t Hold the Knife After Understanding Love Chapter 290

When Ji Nian returned ho after school, she had barely stepped inside when she saw her father lounging leisurely on the sofa, watching TV with a plate of exquisite pastries and a fruit platter beside him. His face was the picture of contentnt as he leaned back, enjoying a shoulder massage from soone behind him.

Ji Nian, who had been juggling school and work all day: "……"

[I’m about to snap.]

After all her hard work, how could Ji Tingzhou be living so comfortably?

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Ji Nian drifted over like a ghost, standing beside him with a chilling tone.

Hearing his daughter’s voice, Ji Tingzhou casually shifted into an even more relaxed position. "It’s alright."

Ji Nian signaled for the masseuse to leave. Once the person was gone, she plopped down next to him.

Noticing that his daughter hadn’t showered or changed her clothes, Ji Tingzhou scooted away slightly, shooting her a disdainful look as if to say, Get your butt off my sofa.

But Ji Nian, who was usually so perceptive, pretended not to notice. She grabbed a pillow and hugged it, chatting casually. "I’ve been thinking of trying sothing new lately."

"Dad, why don’t you be my test subject?"

How brazenly she said the words test subject.

Ji Tingzhou was still fixated on her unwashed state, eyeing her warily as if she might pounce on him at any mont. "What kind of thing?" he asked offhandedly.

Ji Nian turned to look at him, her erald-green eyes brimming with amusent.

"A potion that makes taste buds grow in your anus."

Ji Tingzhou: "……"

His lips twitched, and he closed his eyes briefly.

"Absolutely not."

If sothing like that existed, the world would descend into chaos.

Who knew Ji Tingzhou actually cared about the state of the world? What a rare sight.

Ji Nian snorted. "Don’t you think it has market potential, Dad? Sure, people might act disgusted, but they’d secretly buy it while complaining."

The more she thought about it, the more convinced she beca. She stood up, ready to jot down the idea.

Ji Tingzhou stopped her.

"I’m going out tomorrow. Co straight ho after school."

The statent derailed her train of thought. "What for?" she asked curiously.

Work? The drug developnt project was progressing smoothly—there shouldn’t be anything requiring his personal attention.

"A speech."

The mont he said it, Ji Nian instinctively gasped. "Wow."

Ji Tingzhou’s sharp glare instantly landed on her.

Naturally, he had no interest in such events, but he couldn’t exactly refuse the higher-ups.

After showering and changing, Ji Nian even asked Zhiliao about it. When she learned it would be livestread, she was delighted.

Watching her glee, Zhiliao ruffled her hair, thinking, Enjoy it while you can. Once Ji Tingzhou appears on screen, the school won’t be able to keep it a secret anymore.

Sure enough, the next day at 10 a.m., when Ji Nian pulled up the livestream on her iPad to watch Ji Tingzhou’s speech, it finally dawned on her.

[Oh crap.]

The system’s voice was dripping with schadenfreude. [Finally figured it out?]

Ji Nian: "……"

Well, it was bound to happen sooner or later. If the truth ca out, so be it.

anwhile, a wealthy socialite doing yoga with headphones on was chatting with another lady. "Mrs. Liu, have you heard? The Ji family head is attending."

"Really? The last ti I saw him was at his daughter’s fifth birthday, but I was too far away to see clearly. All I rember is that he was handso."

"Exactly! And it’s a livestream—he’s up next."

"You’d think it was an idol audition. The viewership was pitiful until the Ji Corporation’s turn ca up. Then the numbers skyrocketed."

Mrs. Liu chuckled. "Of course. Chairman Ji is a top-tier celebrity."

Back when she had just gotten married, she had witnessed the entire upheaval of the Ji family.

The more reclusive this legendary patriarch was, the more the public’s curiosity grew.

His life story had inspired countless films, novels, and tabloid articles—entire dia outlets thrived on his fa.

As she asked a servant to pull up the livestream, she mused, "It’s been years. Ji Tingzhou must’ve gained so weight by now."

Just as she said this, the screen mounted on the opposite wall flickered to life.

It was the Ji Corporation’s turn to speak.

Nearly everyone watching the livestream fixed their eyes on the screen.

Then, a figure slowly stepped into fra.

Unlike the other corporate leaders, this man was strikingly young. Against the predominantly red backdrop, his deep erald-green eyes stood out.

He walked forward with effortless grace, stopping at the podium. No amount of understated attire could hide a face so unfairly blessed by the heavens.

The cara zood in, capturing his even more striking features. The comnts section exploded.

‘No wonder Chairman Ji never attends these events—he’d literally kill people with his looks!!’

‘God, is he immortal? I thought he was in his thirties?’

‘Did soone turn on a beauty filter just for him? The cara didn’t look like this earlier!’

‘Hubby hubby hubby hubby, are you married? I’ll marry Ji Tingzhou even if it ans driving luxury cars and living in mansions!’

‘Wake up! His daughter’s already a teenager. Wonder how that little girl who used to stand in the corner with the dog is doing now.’

While the comnts section thirsted over him, Mrs. Liu’s pupils constricted the mont she saw Ji Tingzhou’s face.

"He—"

The other socialite on the call was equally stunned.

"Isn’t that the parent from the parent-teacher eting…?"

Both won were baffled. Wasn’t he introduced as Lu Jinghuai’s father back then? His eyes had been black at the ti, but now they were green.

And from what they knew, green was the real deal.

"I’m calling my son over."

Her kid had co ho babbling sothing about Lu Jinghuai’s dad not actually being his father. She’d been too busy editing photos for her social dia posts to pay attention.

...

anwhile, Ji Nian watched the barrage of comnts and the rapidly climbing viewer count, her lips twitching.

Shen Qingtang was also watching the livestream and sent her a ssage:

: Uncle Ji, drop-dead gorgeous

Ji Nian: "……"

After the speech, a swarm of reporters gathered outside the venue.

Security tried to shoo them away multiple tis, but to no avail.

The livestream had already moved on to the next speaker, but Ji Nian imdiately switched to a reporter’s unauthorized live feed inside the venue, tracking Ji Tingzhou.

"He’s not even scowling."

Despite being surrounded by caras, Ji Tingzhou seed surprisingly composed—a rare sight.

He stood there calmly, even engaging in small talk with a few people. Though his expression remained neutral, he responded politely to each one.

This was a far cry from the lazy, slouching Ji Tingzhou at ho.

Dressed in a tailored suit, he exuded an air of untouchable elegance—aloof, indifferent, with only the occasional polite smile.

Ji Nian watched, feeling almost like she was looking at a stranger.

Wow, this ridiculously handso man is actually my dad.

Suddenly, Ji Tingzhou’s gaze locked onto sothing in the distance. Whatever he saw must have caught him off guard, because a young boy broke through the crowd, dodging the bodyguards with surprising agility before reaching him.

Until that figure rushed over, her face—strikingly similar to Ji Nian's—streaming with tears as she sobbed out, "Dad!!"

With a sharp crack,

the tablet crashed to the floor, Ji Nian's screen shattering into pieces.