A Little Trick, the Scumbag Dad Can't Hold the Knife After Understanding Love-Chapter 263

Zheng Jianjun pondered all the way whether he had offended anyone recently, but he couldn’t come up with any leads.

He studied the bodyguard leading the way—none of the security personnel they had encountered along the route had reacted.

In other words, this was permitted by the Gu Family.

Could it be someone from the Gu Family who wanted to see him?

Gu Jing?

He speculated silently.

Though his heart had been uneasy the entire way, by the time they reached their destination, his expression was perfectly calm. He even noted that this was a guest room.

Why would Gu Jing meet him in a guest room? The other party’s identity seemed even more puzzling now.

"Miss, the person you requested has been brought here."

The bodyguard knocked on the door and spoke respectfully.

Hearing ​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌‍this address, a flicker of surprise passed through Zheng Jianjun’s eyes.

He didn’t recall the Gu Family having any young mistress—was she Gu Jing’s illegitimate daughter?

"Come in."

A distinctly youthful female voice rang out from inside, clear and bright, easing some of the restlessness in his heart.

The door opened, and under the bodyguard’s watchful gaze, he stepped inside. Before he could take in the room’s decor, his attention was immediately drawn to the girl seated on the sofa.

Dressed in a white gown adorned with lace and chiffon, her long black hair cascaded smoothly over her shoulders. The ruby on her choker refracted dazzling light under the illumination. She sat there with an elegance that belied her age, her emerald-green eyes accentuating her exquisite features.

She looked like a beautiful doll, yet the gaze she swept over him was anything but vacant—sharp as the cold glint of a blade.

This was a young lady of noble standing. Zheng Jianjun needed only one glance to reach that conclusion.

"Mr. Zheng, have a seat."

The girl’s eyes skimmed over the man who had just entered before she slightly lifted her chin, gesturing for him to sit.

Zheng Jianjun complied and asked politely, "May I ask who you are, Miss?"

He truly couldn’t fathom what business a girl this young could have with him.

The person across from him unhurriedly took a sip of her black tea before finally meeting his expectant gaze.

She smiled faintly. "I forgot to introduce myself."

"My surname is Ji."

Zheng Jianjun’s first thought was: Ji?

Which Ji??

"The universal antidote developed through the collaboration between the Ji and Chen families has encountered some issues. Coincidentally, it also happens to be related to you, Mr. Zheng."

At these words, how could Zheng Jianjun not realize which Ji she meant?

The Ji family collaborating with the Chens—aside from that Ji, could there possibly be another?

And if so, then the identity of the person before him…

A storm of shock surged within him.

Yes, the Ji family did indeed have a daughter around this age.

As for impersonation…

Who would be foolish enough to pretend to be the Ji family’s young mistress at the birthday banquet of the Gu Family’s young master? Moreover, given the current situation, it was clear the Gu Family was cooperating!

"Miss… Miss Ji."

Zheng Jianjun took a deep breath, suppressing the turmoil inside.

"I’ve heard about this matter, but I don’t understand what you mean by ‘related to me’?"

The smile on Ji Nian’s face faded. Studying the confusion on his face, she set down her teacup, her gaze lingering on him with an inscrutable expression.

Only when he began to fidget uncomfortably, sweat beading on his forehead, did she speak again.

"The deceased, Wang Zhiping, was a worker at your Yue Dong construction site in Nanhai City."

A flash of surprise crossed Zheng Jianjun’s face.

Whether he was startled that one of his own employees was involved with the Ji family or puzzled as to why Ji Nian would seek him out even if that were the case, he couldn’t say.

He had countless employees under him—it was impossible for him to remember every name, especially when the person was already dead.

"If Miss Ji needs—"

Zheng Jianjun had barely started speaking when Ji Nian cut him off.

"Time is limited, so I’ll be direct."

"Wang Zhiping wasn’t his real name. Perhaps Mr. Zheng knows something about that?"

Zheng Jianjun wore an expression of being unfairly pressed. "Miss Ji, though I’m the boss, I don’t know every detail about my employees’ private lives, let alone a worker at a distant project in another city."

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Faced with his exaggerated look of despair, Ji Nian remained unmoved.

"Is that so? Then I should reflect."

Before Zheng Jianjun could even exhale in relief, Ji Nian’s next words came—

"I haven’t made it impossible enough, wasting so much breath."

She raised a hand.

The bodyguard, who had been standing motionless in the room, suddenly stepped forward. In a few swift motions, he pinned Zheng Jianjun to the sofa while smoothly producing a small vial with his other hand.

Ji Nian sipped her tea, adding calmly, "Injections take too long. Just pour it down his throat."

As Zheng Jianjun’s pupils dilated in horror, she explained airily, "You’re in luck, Mr. Zheng. This is a newly developed product by the Ji family’s team. After consumption, it induces an insatiable hunger."

"A hunger that food can’t satisfy—until the subject discovers that their own hands, feet, and limbs emit an aroma so tantalizing it makes their mouth water…"

The rest needed no elaboration.

Ji Nian clapped her hands in mock congratulations. "What fortune, Mr. Zheng. You’ll be its first human test subject."

The girl’s face, which had moments ago seemed enchantingly beautiful, now appeared no different from a devil’s in Zheng Jianjun’s eyes.

At least a devil would simply drag him to hell—this person was cruel enough to make him eat himself!

Zheng Jianjun inwardly wailed.

This wasn’t how it was supposed to go!

Shouldn’t it have been a battle of words, him retreating strategically, both sides going back and forth for over an hour?

But what was happening now?!

Since when did they skip straight to violence?! How on earth did Ji Tingzhou raise his child?!

As the vial’s opening loomed closer to his lips, cold sweat drenched his forehead. He screamed, "Wait! I’ll talk! I’ll talk!!!"

Ji Nian’s expression didn’t change, as if she was determined to witness the gruesome spectacle of a man devouring himself.

Zheng Jianjun’s anxiety skyrocketed, his eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets as he stared fixedly at the moist rim of the vial above him.

"Sun Xiao!! His name is Sun Xiao!!!!!"

The vial stopped just a centimeter from his lips.

The bodyguard withdrew.

Zheng Jianjun, having narrowly escaped disaster, collapsed onto the sofa, his dignity in tatters—he was practically on the verge of wetting himself.

Ji Nian resumed her initial polite demeanor, as though she hadn’t just nearly driven a man to his doom.

"How interesting that you’d know so much about a worker at a soon-to-be-abandoned project, Mr. Zheng."

Zheng Jianjun cursed inwardly—you’re the one who brought it up!

But he didn’t dare voice it. Instead, he forced an ingratiating smile.

After all, this girl, angelic in appearance, wielded methods so ruthless she’d resort to force at the slightest provocation.

"This person… he’s a special case."