A Little Trick, the Scumbag Dad Can't Hold the Knife After Understanding Love-Chapter 342

Knowing the child wouldn’t obediently wait for them to return, Ji Tingzhou didn’t bother asking. He simply extended his hand, signaling Ji Nian to take it, and led the boy inside.

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"Eldest Senior Sister, there’s no point struggling."

"After all these years of twists and turns, you’ve still ended up in our hands, haven’t you?"

The woman in black at the forefront lowered her gaze to meet Zhiliao’s bottomless dark eyes, her lips curling into a smirk.

"Such detestable eyes."

Pitch-black and inscrutable, impossible to decipher her thoughts.

Just like back then, when she had knelt on the ground, begging her not to leave—only to be met with that hollow, indifferent glance.

"Mei, stop wasting time. Our mission is elimination. Get it over with."

Mei—the woman speaking to Zhiliao—whipped her head around, glaring at the speaker with venom. "What right do you have to rush me?"

The man she berated flushed crimson, yet dared not retort.

What could he do? Mei was the current top enforcer of the organization.

Zhiliao was conscious, but strangely, her limbs refused to move. The moment she noticed her movements were imprecise, she had suspected poisoning and injected herself with a universal antidote.

Yet it had no effect…

No—perhaps it wasn’t ineffective. Maybe she hadn’t been poisoned at all.

No one had even gotten close to her. She had no idea what method they’d used.

"Why aren’t you saying anything, Eldest Senior Sister?"

"Then again, you abandoned me long ago. You probably don’t even remember who I am, do you?"

"You left without a care, leaving me to face everything alone. To this day, I still remember our days at St. Maria’s Noble Academy, when we stole that priceless jewel together."

"Now, Nangong Yuchen is searching for you like a madman. Dongfeng Yi remains celibate for your sake. Ximen Kai severed ties with his family. And Beiyue Chun—after ascending the throne, he drowns his sorrows in drink, chasing your shadow in every woman he meets."

As she spoke, Mei crouched down, leaning in close to Zhiliao’s face, her eyes a tangle of love and hatred.

"Senior Sister, what did you gain by throwing away everyone’s love to become a lowly servant?"

Zhiliao: "Money."

Mei: "……"

She paused, then let out a derisive laugh. "You’ve been away from high society for too long, haven’t you? Your definition of money must be warped. How much could a servant possibly earn?"

"Could it really be more than what a killer makes!?"

Without batting an eye, Zhiliao stated a nine-figure sum.

Mei’s expression froze.

Everyone else: "……"

Enough to buy out the entire assassin organization.

Zhiliao added, "Monthly salary."

"WHAT!!!!!?"

The lifelong training of "Assassin’s Composure" instantly crumbled. Every face twisted in shock at those two simple words.

Ji Nian: "……Dad, they seem to be getting along pretty well."

Ji Tingzhou: "I can see that."

"WHO’S THERE!?"

Mei snapped her head toward the voice, her tone sharp.

Ji Tingzhou stepped out of the shadows with Ji Nian in tow.

The moment she saw the man, Mei narrowed her slender eyes. "So you’re the employer of our Eldest Senior Sister."

The others: This is the guy paying a servant

a month!?

Under the scorching, almost lovestruck gazes of the group, Ji Tingzhou swept a glance over them, then frowned in disgust.

"Men, scram."

"Women too."

Ji Nian: [Yeah, Ji Tingzhou is the ace of asexuality. He probably only likes fluffy things.]

System: [Not necessarily. He dislikes shedding fur too.]

"Zhiliao-jie!"

Though the internal monologue was lengthy, only a second passed in reality.

Seeing Zhiliao lying on the ground, Ji Nian was frantic.

Her condition was unclear—the dim lighting in the cavern and her black clothes made it hard to assess.

"Let her go!"

Ji Nian’s fury surged, his gaze icy as it locked onto the woman beside Zhiliao.

Mei barely acknowledged him, her wariness reserved for the tall, aristocratic-looking Ji Tingzhou.

"Don’t come any closer! Take one step, and I’ll kill her!"

Ji Tingzhou didn’t move.

The moment he saw her, he knew—Zhiliao was alive, but immobilized for some reason.

They’d made it in time.

But the situation was far from ideal. The scent of blood hung in the air, and whatever method they’d used to paralyze her was unsettling.

No reckless moves.

"She’s repaid her debts. She owes your organization nothing."

Ji Tingzhou’s gaze fixed on Mei, instantly recognizing her as the one in charge.

Mei sneered, her eyes venomous.

This man…

This is the one.

The reason her revered senior sister had abandoned everything without hesitation, vanishing from the world—no longer the legendary, enigmatic assassin K-Queen.

Not even the four prodigies who’d worshipped her, who would’ve laid the world’s treasures at her feet, could make her stay.

All because of him!

All because of this man!!!

He’s the one who took my senior sister from me!!!

Unforgivable…

"UNFORGIVABLE!!!!"

Her eyes bloodshot with hatred, she lunged at Ji Tingzhou without hesitation.

Her movements were erratic, and Ji Nian caught glimpses of Zhiliao’s style in them.

Unbeknownst to her, her earlier rant had laid everything bare for Ji Nian.

Though the full picture was missing, this snippet was enough.

Ah. A toxic stan.

"What’s so unforgivable?"

"Just have Zhiliao-jie kiss you, and call it even."

In an instant, the murderous rage on Mei’s face froze. She stumbled mid-charge, nearly tripping over her own feet.

Even in the gloom, Ji Nian could see her face burning crimson.

"You—you brat! What nonsense are you spouting!?"

She glared at him.

"H-how could Senior Sister… k-kiss… m-me…"

Ji Tingzhou frowned, shooting Ji Nian a disapproving look. "Don’t bully a woman in her thirties."

At his objection, Ji Nian hesitated. "Then… never mind?"

Mei’s glare shifted to Ji Tingzhou. "This is a conversation between women. Stay out of it, you foul man."

Ji Tingzhou scoffed.

Hah. She totally wants that kiss.

"Zhiliao-jie, is it okay?"

Ji Nian raised his voice toward Zhiliao.

Zhiliao, who seemed on the verge of dozing off, opened her eyes and replied, "Whatever."

"She said ‘whatever’—does that mean no?" Ji Nian blinked innocently at Mei.

Mei scowled. "What does a child know? When Senior Sister says ‘whatever,’ it means yes."

"Oh! I see!"

"But Zhiliao-jie can’t move right now. She can’t kiss you. What should we do?"

Tilting ​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‍his head, Ji Nian feigned puzzlement.

At this, Mei’s sharp instincts kicked in.

"You’re playing me."

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