A Little Trick, the Scumbag Dad Can’t Hold the Knife After Understanding Love Chapter 291

In the blink of an eye, just as the young boy was about to lunge at Ji Tingzhou, the man—whose gaze had been fixed in a certain direction—suddenly moved. The mont the boy made contact, Ji Tingzhou swiftly raised his leg—

and kicked him away.

It was clear he hadn’t held back. The boy flew through the air so fast he beca a blur.

Even with the cracked screen, Ji Nian saw it all clearly.

Bending down to pick up the iPad, Ji Nian was speechless: "………………………"

Her first instinct was to call Ji Corporation’s PR team: "Prepare for damage control."

Without a doubt, there would soon be backlash accusing Ji Tingzhou of brutality.

The dia would only see that he had kicked a boy who was clearly under eighteen, regardless of the reason.

But Ji Nian had underestimated the influence of Ji Tingzhou, who hadn’t been in the public eye for years. Most of the live chat comnts were defending him.

‘Daddy? So the Ji family has a crown prince now. Didn’t he have a daughter too? Maybe the dowry will be cheaper when she gets married. I’ll book my son in advance.’

‘Took 0 seconds to guess the gender of certain idiots. Wanna try?’

‘How can anyone call him cruel? If sothing suddenly lunges at you, what if they’re holding a weapon? Anyone’s first reaction would be the sa.’

‘Holy shit, that was so cool. Even the bodyguards didn’t react in ti.’

‘What are the bodyguards even doing!? What if he’d been holding a knife!?’

‘That kid looks exactly like him, like they were carved from the sa mold.’

‘I’m suspicious—could this be so kind of sche?’

‘Probably an accident. They probably pushed the daughter into the spotlight to cover for the son, but today backfired lol.’

The screen descended into chaos, and soon the livestream was abruptly shut down.

Wei Yang had originally been assigned to accompany Ji Nian. Ever since Ji Tingzhou reassigned him to her side, he no longer attended to Ji Tingzhou directly.

Who would’ve thought that in his absence, such a ss would occur?

Ji Nian could faintly hear Wei Yang’s furious phone call nearby, his voice roaring as he demanded answers.

Poor security team. Wei Yang usually seed easygoing, but when he was angry, it was no joke.

After his outburst, he quickly regained his composure and began issuing orders to stabilize the situation.

Ji Nian knew that even if she told Wei Yang to rush to Ji Tingzhou’s side now, he wouldn’t go. Ji Tingzhou’s command was clear—no matter what happened, Wei Yang was to stay by Ji Nian’s side.

Zhiliao appeared silently beside Ji Nian. At so point, she had projected the earlier scene onto a large screen.

No one knew where she’d found it, but this cara angle was directly opposite the livestream Ji Nian had been watching. The image froze at the exact mont the boy had first appeared, before he lunged forward.

The multi-million-dollar display was so clear it felt like the boy was standing right in front of them. Ji Nian could even make out his face.

[No wonder he dared to show up in a place like this.]

The young boy had jet-black hair and eyes, dressed in a sleek black suit. His delicate features remained flawless even in this unflattering, hastily captured fra.

He did resemble Ji Tingzhou—about sixty percent—but not enough to be identical.

"Hmm?"

Ji Nian had just finished whispering a few words to Shen Qingtang, who had co to check on her, when she heard Zhiliao let out a short, sharp sound.

"Sister Zhiliao, what’s wrong?"

She turned to see Zhiliao still staring intently at the boy on the screen who looked so much like Ji Tingzhou. Ji Nian tugged at her sleeve.

[Damn ​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​​‌‌‍it, Sister Zhiliao’s eyes should only be on ! Woman, I forbid you to look at anyone else!!!!!!!!]

Zhiliao didn’t look away, but she reached out and absentmindedly patted Ji Nian’s head.

The ssage was clear: Be good, don’t interrupt.

Ji Nian froze under the gentle touch.

[Beautiful won always have their reasons.]

Fortunately, Zhiliao didn’t stare for long. Her dark eyes flickered with a brief flash of disgust before it vanished.

"He doesn’t look like the family head."

Ji Nian looked up at her expectantly, only for Zhiliao to add aningfully, "He resembles you."

For a mont, if Ji Nian had been an animal, her fur would’ve stood on end.

"Huh?"

"I don’t have a son that big."

With that, Ji Nian whipped her head around and glared at the screen, scrutinizing the face she’d only glanced at before.

As ntioned earlier, as Ji Nian grew older, her feminine features beca more pronounced. Compared to Ji Tingzhou, her facial structure was softer and less severe, so there were differences.

But this boy who had suddenly appeared, calling Ji Tingzhou "Dad," looked more like a girl if you ignored his clothing.

Ji Nian had seen photos of Ji Tingzhou before he was taken in by the Ji family at fourteen—they looked nothing alike.

If anything, this boy resembled Ji Nian more than Ji Tingzhou…

And as it happened, Ji Nian had seen her twin brother, who had died at birth alongside their mother.

She knew exactly what Ji Tingzhou’s real son looked like.

"Sister Zhiliao, believe , I’m innocent."

Ji Nian’s face scrunched up as she grabbed Zhiliao’s hand.

The latter chuckled and patted her. "I know."

Unlike the online crowd, everyone in the Ji family imdiately assud this was a sche the mont the incident occurred.

............

Ji Xi lay pale-faced on the bed, letting the doctors examine him. Several towering bodyguards surrounded him, leaving no room for escape. He whimpered in pain between sobs.

His eyes held not just agony but also confusion and sorrow.

Tears stread down his cheeks in fat droplets.

anwhile, the perpetrator of this ss was currently—

vomiting.

You Er stood guard outside the door, listening to his boss retch as if he’d accidentally swallowed sothing vile, and directed soone to fetch a fresh set of clothes and shoes.

Ji Tingzhou hadn’t even been touched, yet his reaction was as if the boy had actually hugged him.

Well, a kick to the sole of the shoe still counted as contact, didn’t it?

After about an hour, Ji Tingzhou finally pulled himself together.

You Er took in his boss’s bloodshot eyes and the few loose strands of hair clinging to his forehead before dropping to his knees.

Even though he hadn’t been present, this was his responsibility.

But Ji Tingzhou rely glanced at him, his voice hoarse. "Go back and accept your punishnt."

You Er nodded.

Deserved.

He then reported the current situation—online backlash was being suppressed, but surprisingly, many were defending Ji Tingzhou.

Glancing at his boss’s face, You Er thought, Well, that’s human nature.

Then he asked about the boy’s fate.

At that, Ji Tingzhou’s expression darkened further, a storm raging in his eyes as he spat out two icy words:

"Kill him."