A Little Trick, the Scumbag Dad Can't Hold the Knife After Understanding Love-Chapter 339

Hearing these words, not only Ji Wanting, but even Ji Tingzhou felt he should be angry.

But as his gaze met the window, where Ji Nian was efficiently settling the unconscious Chen Mo while nervously glancing their way, his mood remained unexpectedly calm.

He couldn’t even muster the energy to feel anything toward this madwoman.

A father with emotional stability could raise a child well and set the right example.

Ji Tingzhou had long since changed.

And Ji Wanting was the one who had stayed stagnant, unable to move forward.

"Congratulations on letting the whole family witness you farting in public."

Ji Tingzhou casually pulled out his handkerchief, wiping away the blood that had accidentally stained his skin.

At this response, Ji Wanting’s face visibly froze.

In the first half of her life, she had been doted on by many, treated like a treasure, and later, even after misfortune struck, Mu Xiu had enshrined her like a goddess. After all these years, this was likely the first time the esteemed Miss Ji had heard such vulgar language.

And from Ji Tingzhou’s mouth, no less…

Just then, as Ji Tingzhou wiped the blood away, her one good eye noticed something—

The scars on Ji Tingzhou’s fingers were gone.

His long, powerful fingers were now smooth and unblemished, with no trace of past injuries.

After Ji Nian had once again suggested he remove those scars, he had simply done so.

Now, not a single old scar remained on his body.

"Xiao Zhou, you’ve changed so much."

Back then, Ji Tingzhou had been all thorns, his hatred for them impossible to hide—a child who wore his emotions on his sleeve.

Even ​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‍after Ji Wanting was rescued by Mu Xiu, she could imagine what Ji Tingzhou would grow up to be.

He would hold onto his grudges, his hatred festering deep inside, ready to turn him into a monster at the slightest provocation.

Even with a mature body and strong will, it would still be the same.

But now, Ji Wanting couldn’t sense any emotion from him.

When those familiar dark green eyes turned her way, it was like looking at a corpse—utterly indifferent.

When she spoke again, the ever-present smile on Ji Wanting’s face was gone. The light in her one eye dimmed, now eerily clear, devoid of its usual madness.

Ji Tingzhou raised a brow. "Done pretending?"

Before Ji Wanting could reply, he continued, "You used Mu Xiu to do so much, and now you lured me here just to spout this nonsense?"

His tone dripped with impatience, his eyes frequently darting outside as if he couldn’t wait to leave.

Ji Wanting noticed his gaze, her eyes flickering. "You changed because of that child."

"She’s a lot like you when you were young."

Ji Tingzhou scoffed, as if to say, No kidding?

Ji Wanting leaned back, her beautiful face unexpectedly serene.

"Back then, after she was confirmed dead, Mu Xiu had her dumped at the Ji family’s doorstep."

"Years later, when I heard she had somehow survived in the Ji household, I tracked down the madman who briefly took her for experiments." frёewebηovel.cѳm

"Guess what he said."

Ji Wanting smiled, locking eyes with Ji Tingzhou.

Ji Tingzhou still looked like he couldn’t care less.

"He said…"

"He once tried to separate Ji Nian’s soul from her body. After the ‘surgery,’ when she stopped breathing, he inserted his own daughter’s soul into her—hahaha!"

Seeing the faint shift in Ji Tingzhou’s expression, Ji Wanting burst into laughter.

What a shame he probably didn’t know the experiment had succeeded.

Mu Xiu’s men had delivered that ‘dead’ infant to the Ji family without a second thought.

Ji Wanting’s face twisted with cruel amusement. "In other words."

"The Ji Nian you know now isn’t your child at all—just some stray ghost who crawled into her body."

"Finished?"

Ji Tingzhou cut her off, stepping closer with a vial of red liquid in hand.

It was one of the poisons from Ji Nian’s collection.

Originally labeled ‘0022,’ Ji Tingzhou had renamed it for its effects—

Blazing Ember.

Once ingested, the victim’s flesh would feel as though it were burning alive, though outwardly, nothing seemed amiss. The agony would last an entire year, until not a drop of blood remained beneath the skin.

The corpse would remain intact, just hollow—like a deflated balloon, the face forever twisted in pain.

Ji Tingzhou had handpicked this for Ji Wanting.

She didn’t recognize the poison, but as Ji Tingzhou approached, a smile crept onto her face.

Finally… it was happening.

She had been the one to leak their location to Ji Tingzhou.

She had deliberately sabotaged Mu Xiu at critical moments, putting him in danger.

Why?

At first, Ji Tingzhou assumed she wanted to provoke him for some goal.

But now, seeing her, he reconsidered.

Maybe there was a sliver of suicidal intent in her actions, but mostly…

She just found it fun.

To her, the world was a game. What she gained or lost didn’t matter—not even her own ending.

As long as it was entertaining, that was enough.

As the poison entered her veins, Ji Wanting calmly met Ji Tingzhou’s gaze.

"Mu Xiu was the only one who loved you—not for your looks, not for your art."

"Do you regret it?"

In a way, Mu Xiu had died because of her.

Had he never met Ji Wanting, with his abilities, he might have lived a dull but peaceful life—not a short one.

Pain paled her face, a sheen of tears glazing her good eye, making it look almost innocent.

She tilted her head. "I didn’t think you cared about such things."

After a pause, she murmured, "What is regret?"

"What is love?"

Exactly the answer he expected.

"Xiao Zhou, you’re still too soft…"

Twice now, he’d only gone as far as killing her.

Ji Tingzhou pulled out a disinfectant wipe, cleaning his fingers as he turned to leave.

"I’m not like you."

Back then, when Ji Wanting had desperately tried to warp him, Ji Tingzhou had been worn down, his mind fraying at the edges.

But at his core, he wasn’t like the Ji family’s lunatics.

He had family, friends. Though life hadn’t been kind, he had known humanity’s goodness—unlike Ji Wanting, who had never felt normal love and, in her pain, had chosen to become a butcher who corrupted others.

At thirty-two, Ji Tingzhou walked away, leaving behind the sixteen-year-old Ji Wanting.

...

Seeing Ji Tingzhou emerge, Ji Nian studied him and, finding him no different from usual, relaxed.

The ‘surgery’ must have gone well.

"Dad, Shen Qingtang isn’t here."

She tugged at him, leading him around to search.

Ji Tingzhou’s expression softened instantly. He unfolded the used disinfectant wipe and draped it over her head.

"Let’s go find her."

Ji Nian grumbled as she pulled it off, scolding him for littering.

Ji Nian was just about to step over the threshold when she suddenly froze.

She turned her head toward what looked like a storage room next to her, wondering if she had heard something.

Then, the door burst open, and a small figure rushed out, lunging straight at her.

Instinctively, Ji Nian raised her hands to throw them off, but the person frantically shouted, "Get out! NOW!!!!"

The next second—

A deafening BOOM—

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