A Little Trick, the Scumbag Dad Can't Hold the Knife After Understanding Love-Chapter 279

Standing beside her, He Xiang—taller and thus able to see more clearly—glanced at Lu Jinghuai’s "father," then stole a look at Ji Nian, his dark eyes flickering with confusion.

A few students who had tagged along out of curiosity also caught sight of Lu Jinghuai’s father’s face, their expressions equally puzzled.

One whispered to their friend, "Don’t you think… Lu Jinghuai’s dad looks kinda familiar?"

The other, realizing they shared the same thought, nodded vigorously. "Yeah, yeah, yeah!"

"Strange… who does he remind me of?"

At this point, the homeroom teacher finally chimed in. "Lu Jinghuai’s Chinese is excellent, and his grades have been outstanding since he transferred here."

With a smile, she gestured for Lu Jinghuai to lead his father inside to take a seat. freēnovelkiss.com

Lu Jinghuai nodded obediently. The golden-haired, strikingly handsome boy tilted his head up toward the man beside him and said softly, "Dad, let’s go sit down."

The word "dad" rolled off his tongue with unsettling smoothness.

The homeroom teacher mused that Lu Jinghuai’s father must be quite strict—his son spoke to him so meekly, yet the man didn’t utter a word, merely lifting his chin to signal the boy to lead the way.

But seriously… that face was so familiar. Who did he resemble?

Some celebrity, maybe?

Parents had already settled into their children’s assigned seats by the time the man walked in, and nearly all eyes instinctively followed him.

Some were simply admiring his looks, while others were calculating more deeply.

The surname Lu, paired with that aristocratic air—definitely not from an ordinary family. But why hadn’t they heard of any rising Lu family in S City lately?

Wait… hadn’t there been rumors about that man’s son from overseas enrolling in a local school? Could it be…?

The pieces clicked for the sharper parents, and the man’s identity became glaringly obvious.

No wonder he’d married a princess. That face alone…

As the man passed the podium, he suddenly deigned to cast a glance downward.

A petite girl with black hair and green eyes stood frozen in place, staring up at him with an inscrutable expression.

"Move."

The girl was small enough that he could’ve easily sidestepped her, but no—this grown man demanded a child make way for him.

Ji Nian’s lips twitched with the urge to kick her pretentious, insufferable father square in the shin.

Yes, the man posing as Lu Jinghuai’s guardian—despite bearing zero resemblance to him—could be none other than Ji Nian’s dear dad, Ji Tingzhou.

Her gaze slid past Ji Tingzhou to Lu Jinghuai beside him.

The young royal heir’s silver-gray eyes brimmed with silent apology.

Clearly coerced by Ji Tingzhou. Poor kid.

Her heart softened.

"Oops, sorry, uncle," Ji Nian drawled with a saccharine smile before spinning on her heel and walking off.

The way she spat out "uncle" dripped with barely contained venom.

He Xiang, trailing behind her, mentally confirmed: Yep, that’s definitely Ji Nian’s dad.

Since He Xiang’s family hadn’t sent anyone, Ji Tingzhou got to occupy a seat alone.

Lu Jinghuai bent over, meticulously wiping down the desk and chair with disinfectant wipes, then slipped out briefly. He returned carrying a tray with a teapot, a cup—gilded bone china, no less—and a plate of exquisitely crafted petits fours.

Watching Lu Jinghuai’s attentiveness, other parents side-eyed their own kids loitering outside and suddenly found them sorely lacking.

Once Lu Jinghuai finished tending to Ji Tingzhou, he rejoined the students.

The parent-teacher meeting officially began.

Many had witnessed the standoff between Ji Nian and Ji Tingzhou earlier, and a few now connected the dots.

"Ji Nian, Lu Jinghuai’s dad looks just like you," someone blurted.

Leaning against the railing, Ji Nian fanned herself with a pink handheld fan and deadpanned, "Must be because I have one of those generic faces."

The group: "……"

Shen Qingtang, who’d just escorted her grandfather inside and now stood beside Ji Nian: Too scared to speak.

Who could’ve predicted Ji Tingzhou would crash the school event as Lu Jinghuai’s father?

This was too hilarious…

"Alright, stop crowding the hallway. Let’s head to the activity room," Shen Qingtang announced, slipping into her role as class monitor to herd everyone.

Lu Jinghuai positioned himself to Ji Nian’s right, studying her expression.

He’d expected anger, but instead, she turned to him and said, "Sorry about my dad’s antics."

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So that was why Lu Jinghuai had taken that call earlier—it likely hadn’t been Lu Zhi at all, but Ji Tingzhou.

Lu Jinghuai’s "my dad can’t make it" had been code for your father hijacked this event.

Ji Tingzhou, you absolute menace.

She then pivoted to explain to He Xiang that the man with Lu Jinghuai was actually her father.

That man.

The phrasing made Lu Jinghuai’s mouth quirk.

"It’s fine. Uncle Ji didn’t give me any trouble," Lu Jinghuai defended mildly.

And it was true.

When Lu Jinghuai had seen the unfamiliar number flash on his screen, he’d been startled.

He didn’t have Ji Tingzhou’s contact saved, but he’d glimpsed it once when Lu Zhi shared it, committing it to memory.

So he knew exactly who was calling.

Answering, he’d braced for a reprimand about taking Ji Nian out—or maybe a wrong number.

Then the deep, unmistakably adult voice came through: "Lu Jinghuai."

Yep. Definitely Ji Nian’s father.

"Hello, Uncle Ji," he’d replied evenly from the bench, tone respectful but unflinching.

Ji Tingzhou skipped pleasantries.

"Friday’s parent-teacher meeting. I’ll take you."

Lu Jinghuai hadn’t processed the statement before the line went dead.

Only when he’d gone to meet Ji Tingzhou—now with altered eye color—and recalled Ji Nian’s ban on her dad attending did the scheme click.

He did feel slightly guilty toward Ji Nian.

But honestly?

This was too entertaining.

Meanwhile—

Old Liu, standing at the podium, kept sneaking glances at the man seated in the back row, whose posture suggested he was here for a corporate debrief, not a school meeting.

The teacher found himself standing straighter than usual under that invisible pressure.

When his eyes landed on an empty seat in the front rows, a lightning bolt of realization struck.

He’d finally placed who Lu Jinghuai’s father resembled…

Wasn’t this just a male version of Ji Nian?????