A Little Trick, the Scumbag Dad Can't Hold the Knife After Understanding Love-Chapter 222

When Ji Tingzhou found out Ji Nian was bringing Lu Jinghuai home, he merely lifted an eyelids.

After all, according to Ji Nian, the boy had apparently waited at the school gates all day.

At least he wasn’t like Ji Nian, whose judgment had been clouded by good looks to the point of lowered IQ.

Ji Tingzhou’s first thought was: "Has Lu Zhi’s son still not recovered his sanity?"

Had the experiments he was subjected to damaged his brain?

Only when Zhiliao announced that the car had arrived at the gate did Ji Tingzhou get up to change his clothes.

The first to rush in was Wei Yang, carrying Ji Nian’s backpack with an expression like he was constipated.

Ji Tingzhou couldn’t resist kicking him.

"Always with the bathroom emergencies."

Wei Yang: "……I don’t need to go."

After saying this, he sidestepped to reveal Ji Nian walking toward them with Lu Jinghuai in tow.

Lu Jinghuai stood half a head taller than Ji Nian, allowing Ji Tingzhou a clear view of the...

Blond.

Ji Tingzhou’s expression shifted slightly.

Seeing him waiting at the door, Ji Nian quickened her steps. "Dad."

"Lu Jinghuai is here!"

Ji Tingzhou swept an impassive glance over the face that, up close, was even more breathtakingly beautiful.

At such a young age, he already looked like a disaster for nations—what would he grow into later?

But that wasn’t the main issue.

The real problem was...

Ji Tingzhou side-eyed Ji Nian, who, after sparing her father one glance, kept stealing glances at the boy who seemed bathed in divine light.

Ji Tingzhou: Hmph.

A father knows his daughter best.

Ji Nian had always been drawn to pretty, delicate faces that evoked a protective instinct—the kind that looked harmless and fragile.

"Uncle Ji, hello."

"I’ve been unwell and haven’t had the chance to greet you properly before."

As if completely oblivious to the oddity in Ji Tingzhou’s gaze, Lu Jinghuai stepped forward with a soft smile and greeted him.

When Ji Tingzhou remained silent,

Ji Nian walked over, pinched her father’s arm, and signaled him to respond.

Ji Tingzhou shot her a glance and mentally scoffed.

Already defending him on their first meeting?

"Mn."

He forced out a single syllable in reply.

"You don’t take after Lu Zhi."

At least he hadn’t inherited that fox-like allure.

But somehow, that only made him more irritating.

Lu Jinghuai’s smile didn’t waver, his voice gentle. "Most people say I resemble my mother more."

At the mention of Princess Feia, Ji Nian perked up with interest.

She had never met the legendary princess.

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"Go take a shower. You’re filthy."

Now that he mentioned it, Ji Nian did feel sticky all over.

Raised by Ji Tingzhou, she had developed a habit of showering multiple times a day—she couldn’t stand even a hint of sweat.

"Alright, Dad, entertain him for me."

"I’ll go wash up."

Ji Tingzhou said it wasn’t necessary.

The next second, his emerald-green eyes locked onto Lu Jinghuai, and he tilted his chin. "You too. Go shower."

A more sensitive person might have taken it as an insult, a deliberate humiliation.

(Though Ji Tingzhou was genuinely disgusted by him for being dirty.)

But Lu Jinghuai merely nodded obediently, showing no trace of displeasure.

Clearly, he had done his research on his father’s friend and knew about the man’s severe mysophobia.

"Of course."

He handed his backpack to a servant, thanking them politely, then followed directions to the guest bathroom.

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Ji Nian backtracked a few steps and whispered, "Dad’s a clean freak. He even dislikes me sometimes—it’s not personal."

Amused by her earnest explanation, Lu Jinghuai’s silver-gray eyes deepened with warmth. "I know."

"Every time Uncle Ji visits, the Lu household undergoes a deep cleaning."

Ji Nian: "……"

[Princesses really do live differently—even visiting someone else’s home warrants royal treatment.]

Before she realized it, they had drifted close again. Ji Nian couldn’t remember moving, but just as she was about to step back, Lu Jinghuai smiled at her.

His eyes shimmered like starlight.

"Your eyes are beautiful too—do they also resemble the princess’s?"

Lu Jinghuai’s smile widened, leaning in slightly.

Inside the spacious elevator, the two stood unusually close.

"My hair and eyes are both from my mother."

He dipped his head slightly, lashes fluttering as he murmured, "Want to touch?"

The elevator began ascending. Aside from the two of them, the only other occupant was a servant crammed into the corner, pretending not to exist.

"Really? Thanks!"

Ji Nian didn’t hesitate, using both hands to run her fingers through his hair.

She even employed the same technique she used when petting Da Dan.

Pale gold strands slipped through her fingers like liquid gold, impossible to resist.

"Lucky you. My hair’s too curly—Zhiliao jiejie has to help me with it every day, or it gets tangled."

Letting go, Ji Nian ruffled her own hair and sighed.

Lu Jinghuai lifted his head, his now-mussed golden locks framing his face as his gaze landed on her voluminous black curls.

"No," he said softly.

"It’s beautiful."

"Full of life."

He sounded utterly sincere.

Ji Nian had only been complaining casually—she didn’t actually dislike her hair. It was a gift from this body’s mother, after all.

But the praise still pleased her.

"Really? Thank you."

As they stepped out of the elevator, she offered to let him touch hers in return, but Lu Jinghuai merely stared for two seconds before declining with a smile.

Ji Nian didn’t dwell on it.

Under the shower, her mind grew even clearer.

[You like him.]

The system finally spoke up.

Ji Nian closed her eyes, sculpting her soapy hair into cat ears as she lazily replied: [Who wouldn’t?]

[He’s gorgeous.]

[And his voice is so soothing—I wonder if it’s changed yet. The pace is just right, makes you want to listen to him forever.]

[Also… he’s different from other kids.]

[But just to clarify, this is purely aesthetic appreciation. Nothing inappropriate.]

Ji Nian might be superficial, but she wasn’t depraved enough to entertain thoughts about a minor.

Counting on her fingers, she realized the young royal was practically flawless.

[He’s recovering well. In the elevator, I peeked down his collar—no scars at all.]

System: ??

[You checked out his chest?!]

Ji Nian defended herself: [As a pharmacist, it’s professional curiosity. Problem?]

System: […Fine. Women always have their reasons.]

[What about Li Yuan? Have you forgotten him already?]

Ji Nian turned the showerhead, letting water cascade over her.

Pushing back her soaked hair, she opened her eyes—emerald irises glinting coldly.

"Of course not."

If her guess was right, Shen Qingtang would probably run into them on his way back.

...

"I won’t go! My wrist hurts!! Why should I apologize?!"

Li Yuan, his wrist clearly broken and face battered, was being dragged along like a ragdoll—untreated and furious.

The man standing beside him suddenly slapped him hard on the head, snarling, "Shut your mouth!!!"

Li Yuan, who had just been yelled at, stared fearfully at his father—a man who had always been affectionate toward him—as if he no longer recognized him. Tears welled up in his eyes but didn’t dare fall.