A Little Trick, the Scumbag Dad Can't Hold the Knife After Understanding Love-Chapter 291

In the blink of an eye, just as the young boy was about to lunge at Ji Tingzhou, the man—whose gaze had been fixed in a certain direction—suddenly moved. The moment the boy made contact, Ji Tingzhou swiftly raised his leg—

and kicked him away.

It was clear he hadn’t held back. The boy flew through the air so fast he became a blur.

Even with the cracked screen, Ji Nian saw it all clearly.

Bending down to pick up the iPad, Ji Nian was speechless: "………………………"

Her first instinct was to call Ji Corporation’s PR team: "Prepare for damage control."

Without a doubt, there would soon be backlash accusing Ji Tingzhou of brutality.

The media would only see that he had kicked a boy who was clearly under eighteen, regardless of the reason.

But Ji Nian had underestimated the influence of Ji Tingzhou, who hadn’t been in the public eye for years. Most of the live chat comments were defending him.

‘Daddy? So the Ji family has a crown prince now. Didn’t he have a daughter too? Maybe the dowry will be cheaper when she gets married. I’ll book my son in advance.’

‘Took me 0 seconds to guess the gender of certain idiots. Wanna try?’

‘How can anyone call him cruel? If something suddenly lunges at you, what if they’re holding a weapon? Anyone’s first reaction would be the same.’

‘Holy shit, that was so cool. Even the bodyguards didn’t react in time.’

‘What are the bodyguards even doing!? What if he’d been holding a knife!?’

‘That kid looks exactly like him, like they were carved from the same mold.’

‘I’m suspicious—could this be some kind of scheme?’

‘Probably an accident. They probably pushed the daughter into the spotlight to cover for the son, but today backfired lol.’

The screen descended into chaos, and soon the livestream was abruptly shut down.

Wei Yang had originally been assigned to accompany Ji Nian. Ever since Ji Tingzhou reassigned him to her side, he no longer attended to Ji Tingzhou directly.

Who would’ve thought that in his absence, such a mess would occur?

Ji Nian could faintly hear Wei Yang’s furious phone call nearby, his voice roaring as he demanded answers.

Poor security team. Wei Yang usually seemed easygoing, but when he was angry, it was no joke.

After his outburst, he quickly regained his composure and began issuing orders to stabilize the situation.

Ji Nian knew that even if she told Wei Yang to rush to Ji Tingzhou’s side now, he wouldn’t go. Ji Tingzhou’s command was clear—no matter what happened, Wei Yang was to stay by Ji Nian’s side.

Zhiliao appeared silently beside Ji Nian. At some point, she had projected the earlier scene onto a large screen.

No one knew where she’d found it, but this camera angle was directly opposite the livestream Ji Nian had been watching. The image froze at the exact moment the boy had first appeared, before he lunged forward.

The multi-million-dollar display was so clear it felt like the boy was standing right in front of them. Ji Nian could even make out his face.

[No wonder he dared to show up in a place like this.]

The young boy had jet-black hair and eyes, dressed in a sleek black suit. His delicate features remained flawless even in this unflattering, hastily captured frame.

He did resemble Ji Tingzhou—about sixty percent—but not enough to be identical.

"Hmm?"

Ji Nian had just finished whispering a few words to Shen Qingtang, who had come to check on her, when she heard Zhiliao let out a short, sharp sound.

"Sister Zhiliao, what’s wrong?"

She turned to see Zhiliao still staring intently at the boy on the screen who looked so much like Ji Tingzhou. Ji Nian tugged at her sleeve.

[Damn ​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​​‌‌‍it, Sister Zhiliao’s eyes should only be on me! Woman, I forbid you to look at anyone else!!!!!!!!]

Zhiliao didn’t look away, but she reached out and absentmindedly patted Ji Nian’s head.

The message was clear: Be good, don’t interrupt.

Ji Nian froze under the gentle touch.

[Beautiful women always have their reasons.]

Fortunately, Zhiliao didn’t stare for long. Her dark eyes flickered with a brief flash of disgust before it vanished.

"He doesn’t look like the family head."

Ji Nian looked up at her expectantly, only for Zhiliao to add meaningfully, "He resembles you."

For a moment, if Ji Nian had been an animal, her fur would’ve stood on end.

"Huh?"

"I don’t have a son that big."

With that, Ji Nian whipped her head around and glared at the screen, scrutinizing the face she’d only glanced at before.

As mentioned earlier, as Ji Nian grew older, her feminine features became more pronounced. Compared to Ji Tingzhou, her facial structure was softer and less severe, so there were differences.

But this boy who had suddenly appeared, calling Ji Tingzhou "Dad," looked more like a girl if you ignored his clothing.

Ji Nian had seen photos of Ji Tingzhou before he was taken in by the Ji family at fourteen—they looked nothing alike.

If anything, this boy resembled Ji Nian more than Ji Tingzhou…

And as it happened, Ji Nian had seen her twin brother, who had died at birth alongside their mother.

She knew exactly what Ji Tingzhou’s real son looked like.

"Sister Zhiliao, believe me, I’m innocent."

Ji Nian’s face scrunched up as she grabbed Zhiliao’s hand.

The latter chuckled and patted her. "I know."

Unlike the online crowd, everyone in the Ji family immediately assumed this was a scheme the moment the incident occurred.

............

Ji Xi lay pale-faced on the bed, letting the doctors examine him. Several towering bodyguards surrounded him, leaving no room for escape. He whimpered in pain between sobs.

His eyes held not just agony but also confusion and sorrow.

Tears streamed down his cheeks in fat droplets.

Meanwhile, the perpetrator of this mess was currently—

vomiting.

You Er stood guard outside the door, listening to his boss retch as if he’d accidentally swallowed something vile, and directed someone to fetch a fresh set of clothes and shoes.

Ji Tingzhou hadn’t even been touched, yet his reaction was as if the boy had actually hugged him.

Well, a kick to the sole of the shoe still counted as contact, didn’t it?

After about an hour, Ji Tingzhou finally pulled himself together.

You Er took in his boss’s bloodshot eyes and the few loose strands of hair clinging to his forehead before dropping to his knees.

Even though he hadn’t been present, this was his responsibility.

But Ji Tingzhou merely glanced at him, his voice hoarse. "Go back and accept your punishment."

You Er nodded.

Deserved.

He then reported the current situation—online backlash was being suppressed, but surprisingly, many were defending Ji Tingzhou.

Glancing at his boss’s face, You Er thought, Well, that’s human nature.

Then he asked about the boy’s fate.

At that, Ji Tingzhou’s expression darkened further, a storm raging in his eyes as he spat out two icy words:

"Kill him."