A Little Trick, the Scumbag Dad Can’t Hold the Knife After Understanding Love

Chapter 24

Heart racing wildly.

When Ji Nian's gaze met that of the man's from across the way, she calmly looked away.

Bored from waiting, she yawned and kicked a stone away from her feet.

Then, pulling on her braid, she peeked into the restroom and called out, "Mom, are you done yet?"

Her footsteps pattered as she ran inside.

The walls blocked the view of the onlookers, and Ji Nian walked past the women's restroom without a glance, heading straight for the men's.

Once inside, she saw Ji Tingzhou washing his hands.

Hearing the footsteps, Ji Tingzhou turned to look at her: "What are you doing in here?"

"Your dad is at home shoveling dog poop, you little idiot who's not even tall enough to reach the urinal."

Ji Nian walked over with a serious expression, signaling him to bend down.

Ji Tingzhou, still in a state of despair, naturally wouldn't indulge her as he used to.

It wasn't until Ji Nian made a gun gesture that his expression slightly changed.

Quickly pulling out his phone to send something, Ji Tingzhou scooped up Ji Nian with one hand and headed further into the restroom.

The person who usually only walked as far as the lake next to the main building at home, climbed out of the window with surprising agility.

Ji Nian gripped his collar tightly, silently thinking to himself that the princess was not a completely useless shut-in.

The two of them had just stepped outside when someone suddenly appeared around the corner.

Still a foreigner.

Blonde and blue-eyed, upon seeing Ji Tingzhou, he smiled at him and said, "Hello, my name is John."

"I noticed you over there just now. May I get to know you? What's your name?"

Ji Tingzhou held the commemorative's head with one hand, protecting her against his chest, preventing her from showing her face. With a look of impatience, he said to the person in front of him, "Get lost."

Foreigners were relentless, shamelessly blocking his way: "Hey, tell me your name."

Ji Tingzhou's emerald-green eyes, sharp as knives, swept over the person in front of him, with the corners of his eyes suddenly lifting to reveal a chilling smile.

"My name?"

"My name is jeeba."

No one expected that the man in front of them, whose appearance combined the essence of both Eastern and Western cultures and whose form was as elegant as that of an ancient noble, would catch them off guard the moment he opened his mouth.

By the time the other party reacts, this sentence has already been etched in their mind.

If foreigners who don't understand Chinese can't understand, then that's fine.

But this one in front of me is clearly not.

Before he could comment on Ji Tingzhou's name, the other party delivered a high kick to his chin.

'With a crack that makes one's bones ache, the foreigner was suddenly flung out and hit the wall.'

Jin Mian was embraced by Ji Tingzhou, seemingly tranquil, but in reality, the person had already been gone for a while.

How could it be gone? Holding back laughter makes it even more impossible to hold on.

God damn jeeba ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!

“No, how can a person be so talented to this extent, hahahahaha! Ji Tingzhou is really a talent, hahahahahahaha!!”

Not just her; the system crackled with a rippling current of laughter.

Soon, a sound of footsteps came from behind Ji Tingzhou, accompanied by gunfire: "He went that way!!"

Sure enough, that foreigner was just stalling for time for these people.

Because he was coming to attend Wei Yang's mother's funeral, Ji Tingzhou didn't bring many people; the few who came were all staying in the car.

Just now, after receiving the order from Ji Tingzhou, I hurried over here.

The sound of gunfire created chaos.

Remembering the moment when Ji Tingzhou held me in his arms, with the sound of his heartbeat and the rush of bullets flying by in my ears.

What happened?

The host of Wei Yang's mother's funeral rushed out with the crowd and immediately spotted Ji Tingzhou making his way over, his face full of panic.

Ji Tingzhou was just about to ask him about Wei Yang's whereabouts when he suddenly furrowed his brows, feeling that something was off. Just as he suspected, at the moment the other party approached, a flash of cold light swept by, and a sharp blade was thrust straight at him!

If Ji Tingzhou was alone, he could easily avoid the knife, but at this moment, he had a child in his arms who had been obediently holding onto him since just now.

The evasive path just happened to expose the monument. Ji Tingzhou didn’t think twice as he turned to the side, allowing the sharp blade to slash his arm, blood splattering everywhere.

Then, he kicked the person in front of him in the chest.

Picking up the knife stained with his own blood, Ji Tingzhou continued to walk towards the door.

The criminals are not just a group of people.

More armed face-covered people surged in, and from a distance, one could see the ferocity in their eyes about to explode along with their obviously abnormal excitement.

Ji Tingzhou turned around without hesitation and ran in another direction with Ji Nianchao.

The other party was clearly targeting Ji Tingzhou, whose appearance was eye-catching enough that even with many people fleeing, they could not escape his presence.

As time passed, Ji Tingzhou's arms and thighs were all wounded, leaving drops of blood on the ground wherever he went.

This is like a landmark for the murderous fiend who wants his life.

“The master of the house…”

In memory of the unexpected realization that he had never really let himself go.

Looking at the blood on his body and his disheveled black hair, my eyes immediately became red.

“Stay here, and someone will take you away after it’s over.”

“Someone is coming, no talking and no moving.”

The temperature in the morgue was very low, and Ji Tingzhou spoke with mist rising from his breath. His dark green eyes, in such moments, gave a shocking sense of calm.

After sustaining so many injuries and being in such a critical situation, there was no sign of panic on his face, as if he had everything under control.

But ironically, what he did was hide the mementos, divert those people away, and at the risk of everything, sacrifice himself.

Any lingering bias before completely dissipated as Ji Nian watched Ji Tingzhou's blurry figure walking out of the morgue, following the trail of bloodstains.

She lifted the white cloth and lay down inside.

Next to me is a relative of someone I don't know.

Commemoration is too daunting to look at.

Hi, buddy, I hope we can both wait for our parents to claim us.

She fluttered her eyelashes and said softly.

The soundproofing in the morgue is quite good, but occasionally I can hear noises from outside.

To be honest, it's a lie to say I'm not afraid. It commemorates an ordinary person living in a peaceful era who is experiencing gunfire for the first time.

She didn't even know what to do without Ji Tingzhou's words.

What about Ji Tingzhou?

Who else is a deadbeat dad?

Did he run into Wei Yang? Or was he caught by those people? They fired one shot after another, seemingly not intending to kidnap him, but rather to take his life.

If Ji Tingzhou dies, what will happen to Zhi Liezhi, what will happen to Wei Yang, what will happen to the servants of the Ji family, and what will she do in the future?

Commemorating, one can imagine the scene of property being divided, with a haggard cicada begging on the streets.

With a sudden motion, she lifted the white cloth off her head, sat up, and slapped herself hard on the face with a loud 'smack'.

"Damn it, I'm not really a five-year-old!"

With hair all messy like a bird's nest blocking her eyes, she thanked the 'brother' beside her and then jumped down.

She didn’t know where the cheap dad was, but the memorial wouldn’t allow herself to do nothing.

"Jeeba Ji, wait for me to save you!"