A Little Trick, the Scumbag Dad Can't Hold the Knife After Understanding Love-Chapter 325

Ji Nian clutched the documents in her arms and hurried to find her father, eager to share the shocking news.

This was usually the time when Ji Tingzhou had just finished his injection of the black serum—when his emotions were at their most stable.

But the moment she barged into his room, he seized her, cupping her face and scrutinizing her forehead before even parting her hair to examine her scalp. His emerald-green eyes were icy, something dark and restrained flickering behind them.

"What’s wrong, Dad? Do I have lice or something?"

The word "lice" nearly made Ji Tingzhou recoil on instinct. But paternal love forced him to hold firm.

Staring at his bewildered daughter, his gaze wavered uncertainly.

Ji Nian had been snatched away right after birth, and no one knew what had happened during those missing years—until the day she suddenly appeared outside the Ji family’s gates.

He had always suspected that the Ravens were behind her disappearance, but their motives eluded him.

Now, after seeing the contents of the USB drive, he finally understood…

They had used Ji Nian as a test subject. They’d sent back a dead infant to spite him, yet somehow, she had survived—only to be discovered by Zhiliao.

"Dad? You’ve taken your meds, right?"

The look on his face worried Ji Nian. She feared he might lose control any second.

Fortunately, the storm in his eyes dissipated quickly. Ji Tingzhou even spread his arms and uttered a rare invitation: "Come here."

"Let me hold you."

He rarely embraced her like this since she’d grown up. She had no idea what had gotten into him today.

Blinking in confusion, she still took a step forward obediently.

Her father’s arms wrapped around her tightly—just for a brief moment—before releasing her. Then, his hand gently ruffled the top of her head.

Smoothing her tousled hair, Ji Nian changed the subject. "I’ve figured out what Mu Xiu’s team is experimenting with."

Seeing that his condition seemed stable, she shoved the already-reviewed files into Ji Tingzhou’s hands.

His eyes skimmed the pages—

And understood nothing.

A jumble of technical terms cluttered the documents, dizzying to read.

Because of Ji Nian, Ji Tingzhou had even studied relevant materials to grasp basic terminology. But this? Not a single symbol made sense.

Realizing her father was lost, Ji Nian summarized it for him.

At the mention of "replicants," a glint flashed in Ji Tingzhou’s emerald eyes.

So that’s why…

Even that woman had been swayed by Mu Xiu’s proposal.

If the experiment succeeded, it would achieve true immortality.

"I suspect Ji Xi is a replicant," Ji Nian mused after a pause.

After all, his physiological data was far from normal. The way his soul burned through his body daily was akin to a terminally ill patient’s final surge of vitality.

Ji Tingzhou’s expression darkened, his fingers unconsciously rubbing the jade ring on his thumb.

Most likely, the so-called "Subject No. 2" had been replicated from Ji Nian.

Meaning Ji Xi.

His stomach churned. He wanted to vomit.

His child—snatched at birth, subjected to brutal procedures, only to survive and grow into the young woman before him—and now this stolen copy dared to flaunt its pilfered gifts in their faces.

"Where’s that rat?"

His voice dropped to subzero, a tempest swirling in his eyes, his fury palpable.

Ji Nian had no clue why he’d suddenly erupted.

"Wait, Dad!" She rushed to placate him. "His blood is still useful to me. Don’t act rashly!"

But she was no match for Ji Tingzhou’s strength. He shoved her aside and strode out.

Ji Nian chased after him—only to realize he was heading straight for her lab.

Who pissed him off now???

Exchanging a glance with Wei Yang, who’d just arrived, she saw him freeze mid-step.

Wei Yang had come to ask Ji Tingzhou for money, but one look at his brother’s face made him pivot on his heel and vanish without hesitation.

"Dad…"

Worried his mental state was deteriorating again, Ji Nian quickly granted him lab access and sprinted ahead to grab a sedative.

[Did Ji Xi’s serum wear off?]

She frowned in confusion.

Meanwhile, Ji Xi gradually regained consciousness as the drug’s effects faded.

Bruce, fearing another outburst, had moved him out of the lab—though his limbs remained restrained, leaving him immobilized.

So when Ji Tingzhou arrived, Ji Xi’s gaze locked onto the man’s instantly.

Like a mouse facing a tiger, his body trembled on instinct.

Liu He actually handed me over to the Jis?!

Why?

Do they no longer care about treating Madam Yu?!

Before he could dwell on it, the shadow he feared loomed closer.

Now, Ji Xi’s face—so eerily similar to Ji Nian’s—became a thorn piercing Ji Tingzhou’s heart.

Ji Xi’s existence was proof of Mu Xiu’s crimes.

"Dad!!?"

Spotting Ji Tingzhou gripping Ji Xi’s throat and hoisting him up—as if to rip his head clean off—Ji Nian bolted over, sedative in hand.

No killing! Not yet—he’s still needed!

"STOP!"

She threw her arms around Ji Tingzhou’s waist, trying to yank him back.

The serum’s suppression shattered. Bloodlust clouded Ji Tingzhou’s vision as he watched Ji Xi thrash, murderous intent surging uncontrollably.

Something was in his way.

"Move…"

He shoved hard.

THUD.

Ji Nian was flung backward, crashing into a table before crumpling to the floor.

"Hiss—"

Her soft whimper of pain sliced through Ji Tingzhou’s rage.

"Ji Nian?"

Turning, he saw his daughter on the ground, tears welling from the pain.

Panic flooded him.

Ji Xi forgotten, he dropped to one knee, reaching for her wrist. "Let me see."

Ji Nian kept her lashes lowered, silent.

"Where else did you hit? Does it hurt? Why did you rush in like that? Idiot. You had the sedative—why didn’t you use it?"

Though his words scolded, his hands were gentle, lips pressed thin, jaw taut, brows furrowed enough to crush a fly.

Ji Nian glared.

"Where was I supposed to jab it? Your neck? I couldn’t even reach!"

Leaping to inject him would’ve risked stabbing straight through his throat.

Relieved she was talking, Ji Tingzhou helped her up. "Shorty."

Even now, he couldn’t resist mocking her height.

Ji Nian: "………I swear I’ll never forgive you, Ji Tingzhou."

"Disrespectful brat."

He chided halfheartedly, massaging her wrist. "Did you hit your back? Let Zhiliao check you later."

Forgotten, Ji Xi clutched his throat, coughing violently as he gasped for air.

Gradually, his breathing steadied. His eyes drifted to the father and daughter—their bickering, their easy closeness.

Unbeknownst ​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​‍to him, his gaze held something raw: envy… longing…

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