A Little Trick, the Scumbag Dad Can't Hold the Knife After Understanding Love-Chapter 352

A particularly striking figure sat on the bench under the streetlight below, looking up toward Ji Nian.

He had changed out of his previous robe into casual clothes. Noticing Ji Nian’s gaze, he curved his lips at her.

Then, he lowered his head and tapped a few words on his phone. Soon, Ji Nian heard her own phone ring from where it lay on the table in her room.

She turned and ran back to check the message.

Lu Jinghuai: I came to introduce the little turtle to its good friend. What about you?

Ji Nian unplugged her phone from the charger, picked it up, and walked back outside while replying: A newly adopted little chicken friend came to visit, so I’m out here keeping it company.

The two of them exchanged riddles like children, thoroughly amused by their own game.

Just as she sent her reply, Lu Jinghuai called.

“Ji Nian.”

His voice carried a crisp clarity, like a breeze through the night.

Standing on tiptoe for too long was exhausting, so Ji Nian leaned against the railing, gazing at the young prince from afar.

“Yeah?”

She responded, casually picking up the small wooden chicken perched on the railing to keep it from being blown away by the wind.

She still hadn’t figured out how to make it fly.

“Did I scare you when I disappeared earlier? I had something urgent to attend to, so I left without saying goodbye.”

Actually, that wasn’t the real reason…

He just felt embarrassed.

Letting Ji Nian see those words…

Would she pick up on something again, like last time, and start distancing herself?

Then why could Chen Mo be so close to her without being pushed away?

Just because he was older?

How unfair…

“It’s fine. I thought you just really had to pee.”

Ji Nian’s tone was lighthearted.

At the same time, she secretly sighed in relief—so he wasn’t upset about the Chen Mo situation.

She’d have to mention Tiaotiao less around him from now on. Sigh.

Lu Jinghuai: “……”

“You’re leaving tomorrow, right? I probably won’t be able to see you off.”

Afraid Ji Nian would ask whether he’d actually gone to pee afterward, Lu Jinghuai swiftly changed the subject.

“That’s alright. You’ve been busy lately, haven’t you? Oh, I have something for you to pass along to Her Highness.”

Hearing that Ji Nian had prepared a gift for his mother, his expression remained unchanged, but he reacted quickly: “Does only she get one?”

“Of course there’s one for you too.”

The young prince’s face brightened, his radiance outshining even the flower-shaped lanterns above him.

Unfortunately, Ji Nian was too far away to see it.

“I’ll put it in a basket and lower it down with a rope in a bit.”

“Oh, and how do I make this little chicken fly? If I’m not mistaken, it flew over here with the wind earlier, right?”

Lu Jinghuai explained how it worked, adding that it would only glide smoothly when there was wind.

Ji Nian switched the call to speakerphone and asked, “Did you make it?”

The little chicken wasn’t particularly refined, but it had a charming, clumsy cuteness to it.

“Mhm.”

“Shen Qingtang mentioned that Uncle Ji once made you a chicken lantern, so I wanted to make you a toy too.”

Truthfully, Lu Jinghuai wasn’t skilled at crafting small items—his hands were clumsy. He had even sought out a professional to teach him, spending a long time to produce this paper-made yellow chick.

His fingers had been nicked by knives and pricked by needles countless times. Lu Zhi had been heartbroken seeing it but didn’t stop him.

Of course, he wouldn’t tell Ji Nian any of this.

Lu Jinghuai didn’t want her to know about his awkward, fumbling side.

“Thank you. I love it.”

Though puzzled as to why Lu Jinghuai was comparing himself to Ji Tingzhou, Ji Nian mused that now her little chicken lantern at home would have a companion.

Hearing her say she liked it, Lu Jinghuai—who had worried she might find it too simple—relaxed slightly, the tension in his shoulders easing.

They chatted a while longer, but it was getting late.

Ji Nian emptied the decorative basket in her room of its flowers, replacing them with the gifts she wanted to send down. Then, she tied a sturdy rope to the handle.

Holding the rope, she carefully lowered the basket.

From the phone beside her, Lu Jinghuai chuckled: “Like Rapunzel.”

Ji Nian thought that, given the roles, she was probably the witch.

Feeling the weight of the basket lighten, she knew Lu Jinghuai had taken the gifts and eagerly pulled the rope to retrieve the basket.

Just as she got it back, something caught her eye. She looked down.

Inside the woven basket lay a single yellow flower, its delicate petals quivering slightly as if sensing her gaze.

From the phone, Lu Jinghuai’s voice came again.

“A gift for the little princess.”

Even though he wasn’t right beside her, Ji Nian’s ears burned. freewebnσvel.cѳm

She poked a finger into her ear, scratching lightly.

After watching Lu Jinghuai leave, Ji Nian took the little yellow flower and placed it in a vase in her room.

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Watching Lu Jinghuai stride out without a care, one of the bodyguards turned to his colleague.

“…Should we report this?”

“You do it.”

“No, you do it.”

“You’re more senior. You do it.”

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“……”

That was… hard to argue with.

“Young Master.”

The attendants waiting by the car saw him return, holding something, and hurried to take it from him.

Lu Jinghuai shook his head, indicating he’d keep it himself, and nodded at them with a gentle smile. “Thank you for your hard work.”

They didn’t dare accept the gratitude, quickly shaking their heads in denial.

Once in the car, he looked down at the items in his arms.

There were three boxes, labeled Princess Feia, Lu Jinghuai, and Lu Zhi.

Setting aside his parents’ gifts, Lu Jinghuai opened his own.

Inside was a small green turtle, its translucent body filled with tiny decorations—fish, seashells, starfish—like a miniature ocean world.

Picking it up, the texture told him this wasn’t an ordinary figurine. Then, a faint fragrance reached him.

Among the subtle scents, he could distinguish gardenia and oakmoss, evoking the freshness of morning dew and the dampness of misty air.

It smelled wonderful.

A handwritten note was tucked inside.

‘Sleep well—it’s harmless.’

Ji Nian’s handwriting. Lu Jinghuai guessed she had made this herself too.

Her hands were clever, always crafting unexpected little treasures with effortless perfection.

Glancing at the other two boxes meant for his parents, a rare thought crossed his mind—what if he kept them for himself?

Of course, he wouldn’t actually do it.

Most likely, they also contained handmade incense, each with a different shape and scent.

Returning the turtle to its box, he adjusted it to the perfect angle, snapped a few photos, and posted them to his social media.

‘Goodnight.’

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