A Little Trick, the Scumbag Dad Can't Hold the Knife After Understanding Love-Chapter 210
The investigation into the mysterious substance from Country O still yielded no progress.
It didn’t seem suitable for use as a toxic agent, but Ji Nian had no intention of giving up. Her intuition told her this thing must have some purpose.
...
When Chen Mo arrived the next day, Ji Nian enthusiastically showed him her little chicken-shaped lantern.
The moment Chen Mo saw the lantern in her hands, his expression flickered with a brief daze, but he quickly snapped out of it and showered Ji Nian’s little lamp with praise.
Upon hearing that Old Master Chen had helped her make it, a hint of understanding flashed in his eyes.
"He was always good at making these. When I was a kid, all the neighbors envied my sister and me during festivals."
"But later, as the family business flourished, he no longer had time to make new ones for us."
Chen Mo’s eyes held a trace of nostalgia as he spoke.
It was unclear whether he was reminiscing about the person or the carefree days of the past.
"If Uncle likes it, I’ll learn from Dad and make one for you!" Ji Nian grabbed his hand.
Chen Mo chuckled, tapping her nose lightly. "No, no, this is too difficult for you."
"How about you make one for Uncle when you’re older?"
"Then Uncle can be the coolest old man in the neighborhood with the best lantern."
Ji Nian pouted. "No matter how big I get, Uncle will never be an old man."
Staring at Chen Mo’s handsome, youthful face, she couldn’t even imagine him with wrinkles.
Chen Mo patted her head affectionately. "Our Nian Nian always knows just what to say."
Then he stood up. "Where’s your dad?"
He had recovered quite a bit since his detoxification and rest. Though he couldn’t return to his peak condition from his youth, he was in much better shape than his previously sickly state.
"Looking for me?"
Having just finished showering, Ji Tingzhou descended the stairs, his hair still damp and a faint mist of water clinging to him.
His sharp eyes swept between Chen Mo and Ji Nian with an almost aggressive scrutiny.
Faced with Ji Tingzhou’s piercing gaze, Chen Mo remained composed, his voice gentle. "Yes."
He then turned to Ji Nian. "Be good, Nian Nian. Go play by yourself for a bit. Uncle has something important to discuss with your dad."
Assuming it was work-related, Ji Nian nodded obediently, hugging her little chicken lantern as she skipped away.
Ji Tingzhou crossed his arms, tilting his head slightly. "What could you possibly have to say to me?"
Chen Mo’s warm expression instantly frosted over.
"I haven’t settled the score with you yet about Nian Nian."
Thinking of the boxing lessons he’d been forcing himself to endure these past few days, Chen Mo clenched his fists.
Ji Tingzhou raised an eyebrow, sensing Chen Mo’s sudden hostility.
Not that he feared a fight—Chen Mo was hardly a threat—but he’d just showered, and letting Chen Mo get close would mean exposing himself to germs.
With that in mind, Ji Tingzhou’s gaze flickered over Chen Mo, a faint, mischievous smirk curling at the corners of his pale lips.
Chen Mo, still glaring at him, noticed the shift in expression. For some reason, a bad premonition surged through him, an inner voice screaming at him to leave—immediately.
But it was too late.
Ji Tingzhou arched a brow, his tone teasing. "Couldn’t you have picked a better time, Jumpy?"
The moment those last two words left his mouth—
Without exaggeration, Chen Mo’s entire body erupted in goosebumps. An electric current seemed to crackle from the top of his head all the way down to his toes, leaving him numb with shock.
"Ji Tingzhou! Are you insane!?"
The veneer of gentleness was finally ripped away, revealing a side of Chen Mo that Ji Nian had never seen—feral and furious.
With a snarl, Chen Mo lunged forward, his fist aimed straight at Ji Tingzhou’s smirking face.
Ji Tingzhou had expected him to storm off in embarrassment, not escalate into outright violence.
Annoyed, he watched the incoming punch and thought: Troublesome.
Now I’ll have to shower again.
With ease, he caught Chen Mo’s fist mid-swing.
...
By the time Ji Nian heard the two were fighting again, she was feeding Da Dan some dog treats.
"Huh?"
Hadn’t they been getting along just fine earlier?
"What did Dad do to upset Uncle this time?"
The child sighed deeply.
Beside her, Da Dan wagged his tail excitedly, tugging at Ji Nian’s sleeve as if urging her to go watch the spectacle.
"What are you so hyped about!?"
She turned—only to see Wei Yang wearing the exact same eager expression as the dog, practically vibrating with anticipation.
Suddenly irritated, Ji Nian remembered the humiliation Wei Yang had caused her a few days prior.
With a sweet smile, she blocked his path and pulled out a small vial.
"Wei Yang, I almost forgot! This is a new nutritional supplement I made. Try it out for me, will you? I need some test results."
Wei Yang, touched by her thoughtfulness, accepted it without suspicion. Trusting her completely, he uncorked it and downed the contents in one go, promising to provide detailed feedback.
Ji Nian grinned sweetly.
Her system immediately sensed danger.
Since when did Ji Nian, a poison specialist, know how to make nutritional supplements?
[So… what does this actually do?]
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Ji Nian maintained her angelic smile, her tone cheerful.
[This little bottle?]
[Guaranteed to make your farts sound like thunder and your diarrhea shoot like arrows.]
The system: [………]
And so—
As Chen Mo and Ji Tingzhou brawled relentlessly, Ji Nian munched on sunflower seeds, occasionally tossing one to the dog, thoroughly enjoying the chaos.
Meanwhile, a certain burly man in black kept emitting earth-shaking fart noises, coughing loudly in a futile attempt to cover them up.
Chen Mo threw a punch—BAM!
Wei Yang’s rear—POOT!
Again and again.
Ji Tingzhou, already annoyed by Chen Mo’s persistence, shot Wei Yang a glare. "You sick or what? Providing a soundtrack for him?"
Ji Nian clung to Da Dan’s neck, laughing so hard she nearly collapsed.
A passing cicada, taking pity on Wei Yang’s reddening face, kindly offered a wine cork. "Plug it up, and it won’t make noise."
Wei Yang stared at the cork, tears of despair welling in his eyes.
"A butt is meant for pooping quietly!!!"
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"
Ji Nian rolled on the ground, kicking her legs in unrestrained glee.
Finally catching on, Wei Yang whirled toward her, heartbroken. "JI NIAN!!!"
She scrambled to her feet and bolted. Normally, Wei Yang could catch her in two strides, but now, clutching his thunderous backside, he could only hobble pathetically after her.
And so, the Ji household descended into its usual state of pandemonium.
