A Little Trick, the Scumbag Dad Can’t Hold the Knife After Understanding Love Chapter 83

Suddenly grabbed by the arm, Ji Nian looked at Chen Mo in confusion.

The child seed startled, her expression sowhat dazed, and she instinctively answered Chen Mo's question: "...No need, teacher?"

In reality, only the system knew that this seemingly frightened individual was actually quite excited inside.

[Hehe? Why are you angry, beauty?]

[Hmm, earlier I ntioned the princess, and he didn’t seem happy. Now, such an obvious emotional shift—what’s the reason this ti?]

[What did I even say? Sweeter than poop, less sticky than poop?]

[Could it be that Teacher Mo’s family business is making dried yogurt?]

Though puzzled, Ji Nian chose to continue acting.

"Not that line."

Chen Mo tightened his grip, his fingers pressing harder, making Ji Nian’s arm ache.

The little girl looked terrified, her erald-green eyes welling up with tears.

At this point, the other teachers also reacted, stepping forward.

"Hey, Teacher Mo, what are you doing?"

"You’ve scared her."

The math teacher frowned and reached for Chen Mo’s hand, trying to free Ji Nian, but before he could touch Chen Mo, the latter let go first.

"Sorry..."

He looked at Ji Nian, her eyes brimming with tears.

It was the color he hated the most—green—yet sohow, when he t her gaze, it felt as if his heart had been bitten by a snake, a sharp pain piercing through.

Chen Mo closed his eyes, no longer looking at Ji Nian, and muttered again, "Sorry."

Then he turned and left the office.

The other teachers comforted Ji Nian, their voices tinged with reproach toward Mo Chen.

The math teacher, however, was puzzled: "What did we even say earlier?"

Ji Nian sniffled, waving her hand to reassure the teachers that she was fine.

"Teacher Mo didn’t use much force; it doesn’t hurt. I was just startled."

From an angle no one else could see, Ji Nian glanced in the direction Chen Mo had left, her expression thoughtful.

...

Chen Mo walked into the restroom and splashed water on his face.

Droplets soaked his bangs, sliding down his pale face. The reflection in the mirror looked disheveled, his dark eyes carrying a hint of regret.

He thought he had changed so much, yet his emotions were still so easily stirred.

He took a few deep breaths, clenched his jaw, the lines of his profile tightening as he suppressed the emotions swirling in his heart.

When he opened his eyes again, he had returned to the gentle, frail Teacher Mo Chen.

He went back to the office, but Ji Nian was no longer there.

Chen Mo apologized softly to all the teachers, saying that sothing had happened at ho, which had thrown off his mood all day. He promised to quickly adjust himself and ensure such an incident wouldn’t happen again.

He spoke sincerely. Despite being a man over six feet tall, there was a fragility in his brow that made him seem full of stories, evoking sympathy from many of the teachers.

...

Ji Nian, however, wasn’t doing so well.

She looked down at the reddened circle on her arm, took out her child-sized ergency dical kit (prepared by Zhi Le) from the locker with her na on it, and applied so ointnt to the red area.

She was afraid it might turn into a bruise later.

If the Ji family elders found out, they’d probably bombard Teacher Mo with cannons.

[Wouldn’t it be easier to just tell the princess instead of investigating yourself?]

After all, Ji Nian had just analyzed that Mo Chen might have a grudge against Ji Tingzhou.

[I can sense that, although he dislikes , he doesn’t seem to have any ill intentions.]

And yet...

Ji Nian thought of Mo Chen’s face.

It was strange, really.

She instinctively didn’t want to hurt him, and even knowing he might have ulterior motives, she still felt drawn to him.

How odd.

If Ji Nian weren’t in this line of work, she’d almost suspect Mo Chen had drugged her.

[So, are you still going to look for him during the afternoon break?]

Ji Nian smirked.

[Don’t worry. Just wait for Teacher Mo to co to .]

The system: ...How strange. Why does this feel like when Ji Nian had her father wrapped around her finger back in the day?

There was a math class in the afternoon, and even though Ji Nian was the class representative, she didn’t go to the office.

The math teacher understood and, seeing that Ji Nian seed fine, felt reassured and walked up to the podium.

Chen Mo couldn’t have missed such an obvious attitude from the child.

During the afternoon break, she hadn’t co, not even to see the math teacher. The reason was clear.

He couldn’t focus on the lesson plan. Chen Mo sat at his desk, thinking about what Ji Nian had said.

"Sweeter than poop, less sticky than poop."

Years ago, his sister had said the sa thing when eating a terrible roasted sweet potato.

Chen Mo had been triggered.

He even wondered if his sister had known Ji Tingzhou before she angered him...

No, the two of them weren’t on joking terms. So, for Ji Nian to say the sa thing as his sister—was it just a coincidence?

The pen in his hand shattered without him realizing it, plastic shards digging into his palm, drawing blood. Chen Mo didn’t seem to feel it.

If his sister’s child had survived, they might have been just like Ji Nian—cheerful, sweet-talking, and a little eccentric.

That child, a wrinkled baby boy, his nephew, had been born but was brutally killed while still in swaddling clothes. He might not even have had the chance to open his eyes and see the world.

Ji Tingzhou... it was all because of that murderer...

"Teacher Mo..."

Chen Mo’s anguish was interrupted. He looked up toward the source of the voice and saw a colleague standing beside him, looking concerned.

"Teacher Mo, are you okay? Are you feeling unwell?"

Chen Mo shook his head, smiling gently. "I’m fine."

The colleague sighed in relief.

"Here, this."

"That kid Ji Nian was sneaking around outside earlier. When I ca back from the restroom, she stopped and asked to give this to you."

He placed the item on Chen Mo’s desk and left.

Ji Nian?

She had co by earlier?

He thought she would avoid him like the plague after what happened.

What Ji Nian had sent was a small paper box folded into the shape of a rabbit, with cute facial features drawn on the front. Pulling out one of its ears opened the box.

Chen Mo expressionlessly turned the opened rabbit over.

Inside was a pile of candy, with a note on top.

The child’s handwriting was sincere and adorable.

"Teacher Mo, if I said sothing wrong, please don’t be angry. I’ve sent you so candy, and I hope you’ll be happy every day! (*╹▽╹*)"

His slightly overgrown bangs fell over his pale cheeks as Chen Mo stared at the note for a long ti.

...He had frightened the child without good reason, and she had even cried. He hadn’t controlled his strength well, and her arm might even be bruised.

Yet, despite being so scared that she didn’t even want to co to the office, she still wrote a note and sent candy to comfort him.

Even with his biases, Chen Mo could see it now.

This child... really had a good heart.

But why did she have to be Ji Tingzhou’s daughter?

...

When school ended, Ji Nian picked up her backpack and was about to leave when she saw an "unexpected" person outside the classroom.

Chen Mo was standing in an inconspicuous spot, but anyone with eyes would inevitably notice him.

"Ji Nian."

Ji Nian had been planning to slip away with the crowd, but Chen Mo had sharp eyes and imdiately spotted the shortest little figure.

When her full na was called, Ji Nian felt a secret thrill but acted ekly, shuffling over with small steps.

"Teacher Mo..."

She called out to him without looking up, as if afraid to et his eyes.

The system: [He actually ca... You just sent so candy and wrote a note, right?]

Ji Nian: [That’s why I say, you don’t understand humans.]

Chen Mo crouched down.

He handed her a large bag of familiar orange-yellow snacks.

"I heard you like these."

Ji Nian took a look.

Wow, it was her old friend—Mimi shrimp crackers.

They weren’t sold at the school store; you had to go to a big supermarket far outside the school to get them.

"I’m sorry about what happened this morning."

Ji Nian looked up and t Chen Mo’s gaze.

It was an extrely conflicted, rational, and complex look.