A Little Trick, the Scumbag Dad Can't Hold the Knife After Understanding Love-Chapter 215

The commotion from the second-year students went unnoticed by the third-years, as their first period was math class.

The elevator was taking too long, so He Xiang simply took the stairs up.

"Report."

The sudden voice disrupted the teacher's rhythm.

All the students in Class 1 of the third year instinctively looked up at He Xiang standing at the door.

Gu Xiuyuan, seated in the front row, set down his pen upon seeing He Xiang.

"Teacher, I need to speak with Gu Xiuyuan."

He Xiang steadied his breathing, his eyes scanning the classroom.

Hearing his name, Gu Xiuyuan stood up first before turning to the teacher at the podium.

Meeting the gaze of this young master, the teacher waved a hand. "Go ahead."

Only then did Gu Xiuyuan step out.

He frowned. "What's wrong?"

He Xiang quickly summarized what had happened earlier.

Upon hearing that Ji Nian had gotten into a fight, Gu Xiuyuan instinctively asked, "Did she kill him?"

He Xiang shook his head.

"What a shame."

Gu Xiuyuan scoffed lightly.

He didn’t seem the least bit anxious. Even after learning who the other party was, his expression remained unchanged—almost as if he had nothing to fear.

He Xiang observed his reaction before eventually looking away.

Li Yuan was someone he himself could never afford to provoke, yet to Gu Xiuyuan, he seemed insignificant.

No wonder he could maintain a close relationship with Ji Nian.

Perhaps only someone of his status deserved to stand behind her.

...

Though she had threatened to call her parents, Ji Nian didn’t dial Ji Tingzhou’s number—instead, she called Zuo Yi.

After all, bothering Ji Tingzhou with such a trivial matter would be like using a cannon to kill a mosquito.

By the time she finished the call, Li Yuan was still wailing in the background.

A teacher who didn’t know the full situation saw the homeroom teacher leading them away and advised, "Li Yuan’s family isn’t easy to deal with. You should try to calm him down first."

As he spoke, he cast a sympathetic glance at Ji Nian.

The homeroom teacher brushed it off with a vague response.

The dean, alerted by the disturbance, hurried over, dispersing the onlookers before summoning the involved students and their homeroom teacher.

"What exactly happened?"

Glancing at Li Yuan, whose face was swollen like a pig’s and who kept crying for his father, then at Ji Nian and Shen Qingtang standing calmly to the side, the dean waited for an explanation.

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After listening, the dean was baffled.

He looked at Ji Nian, hands in her pockets, then at Li Yuan, bruised and sobbing.

The dean: "……"

"Even if he was in the wrong, you shouldn’t have resorted to violence."

"You could have told a teacher, and we would have handled it."

Ji Nian nodded obediently. "Understood, sir. I won’t do it again next time."

Shen Qingtang chimed in, "We know we were wrong, teacher."

Seeing their immediate apology—unlike the usual stubborn boys who refused to admit fault—the dean’s expression softened.

"Have their parents been called?"

Just as he turned to the homeroom teacher, the office door was flung open with a loud bang.

The lack of a knock made him frown.

A man in a formal suit strode in, briefcase in hand. Without a word, he scanned the room before his gaze landed on Li Yuan’s face.

"Young master!?"

When his boss had first called, he’d assumed it was a minor injury—after all, this young master would wail as if he’d lost a limb over the tiniest scratch, even if it didn’t bleed.

But seeing him in such a state now was a shock.

He snapped, "Why wasn’t an ambulance called!? With injuries this severe, what kind of school are you running!?"

"Mr. Li, please calm down. Let’s first understand what happened."

The man clearly had no intention of calming down.

"No need. I already know everything."

"Our young master just made a few harmless jokes among classmates, and he got beaten up for it."

His eyes swept over Ji Nian and Shen Qingtang, pausing briefly on Ji Nian’s face.

He’d done his research beforehand. Shen Qingtang had some status, but her family’s influence was mainly in the south—nothing noteworthy in S City.

As for this Ji Nian… her background was even more ordinary. Though a local, her family ran some no-name pharmaceutical factory. He had no idea how she’d even gotten into this school.

Still, her demeanor didn’t match that of someone from a modest household.

The homeroom teacher retorted angrily, "Those weren’t just jokes. Li Yuan spread malicious rumors and hurled insults."

The lawyer sneered. "He was just curious about sanitary pads—never seen them before. And why were such private items left out in the open? What was the intention?"

"Our young master didn’t throw the first punch. He’s the victim here."

He dismissed Ji Nian and Shen Qingtang with a glance.

Having dealt with Li Yuan’s messes one too many times, he was beyond impatient.

And this teacher—he could tell whose side she was on. He’d report this to the boss later.

Annoyed enough at work, and now he had to deal with this childish nonsense.

The dean frowned at his lack of cooperation but could do little. Li Yuan’s family did have influence, so he swallowed his frustration—though the man’s attitude was hard to stomach.

This school had no shortage of well-connected students, but their parents treated teachers with respect, their manners reflecting refined upbringing.

It had been years since he’d encountered a parent with such poor etiquette.

Remembering Li Yuan’s past incidents, he felt a headache coming on.

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Ji Nian’s homeroom teacher spacing out, seemingly lost in thought, and blinked.

Seriously? You’re daydreaming at a time like this?

Meanwhile, Ji Nian, hearing the lawyer’s nonsensical arguments, nearly laughed in disbelief.

Shen Qingtang tugged at her sleeve, silently reminding her it wasn’t worth stooping to his level.

But to others, it looked like Shen Qingtang was afraid and trying to hold Ji Nian back.

Ji Nian couldn’t help rolling her eyes—far from gracefully.

"I admit I hit him, and I’ll cover his medical expenses."

"But only if he apologizes to Shen Qingtang and the other students he insulted."

"And if spreading vulgar rumors and casually calling someone a ‘slut’ counts as a joke—"

Ji Nian smirked sarcastically. "Then, Mr. Lawyer,"

"Just the other day, I saw you clutching your backside as you left Li Yuan’s house. Must’ve been tough, working your way up to becoming a lawyer."

Li Yuan whipped his head around, horrified. "What!?"

The lawyer’s face flushed red. Idiot, he cursed inwardly. Can’t even recognize a taunt?

The dean coughed pointedly.

Ji Nian reined it in, her emerald-green eyes sweeping over the lawyer’s face. Though he stood right there, it was as if he didn’t even register in her sight.

The lawyer, forcing himself to calm down, found it odd—but before he could dwell on it, Li Yuan cut in.

"How dare she hit me and then demand an apology!?" Li Yuan roared, face twisted in outrage. "And you—aren’t you sleeping with my dad!? Answer me!!"

The lawyer had no choice but to break off his train of thought, giving the other man a look that said "calm down," while muttering through gritted teeth, "I have no connection with your father. She’s clearly spouting nonsense!"

Having steadied himself, he recalled the information he’d previously gathered on Ji Nian and spoke with disdain:

"Compensation? Do you even have the means to pay?"

"Selling your family’s pharmaceutical factory wouldn’t cover it. Call your parents over—a child like you isn’t qualified to speak here."

The headteacher frowned. "Watch your tone."

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Li Yuan pointed viciously at Ji Nian. "I want her to kneel and apologize! And I never want to see her again!!"

But when his eyes met Ji Nian’s mocking, emerald-green gaze, he couldn’t suppress a shudder.

"You sure about that?"

Ji Nian tilted her head slightly, as if amused by the absurdity of it all.

"What’s there to be unsure about?"

"And where are your parents? Hiding after assaulting our young master? Showing up this late is downright disrespectful."

"Here’s the deal—when your parents arrive, the lot of you can kneel, kowtow to our young master, then quietly withdraw from school. That’ll settle it."

Of course, that was a lie. Knowing his employer’s temperament, they’d drag this to court, ensuring the family paid a price far beyond their means—a lesson in the cost of crossing his son.

"You want who to apologize?"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than the office door swung open again.

The headteacher: "……"

For heaven’s sake, could people knock?

Gu Xiuyuan strode in, with He Xiang following close behind.