A Little Trick, the Scumbag Dad Can't Hold the Knife After Understanding Love-Chapter 197

Ji Nian winced as her hair was yanked, instinctively raising a hand to clutch the other side where her strands had come loose.

Before she could speak, Ji Tingzhou’s expression had already darkened. Without a word from him, one of the bodyguards discreetly scattered in the crowd for their protection swiftly emerged, seizing the fleeing little boy by the arm and dragging him back roughly.

The boy kicked and flailed, twisting violently, but when he realized he couldn’t break free, he let out a piercing scream, crying for his parents: “Aaaahhh!!!”

“Mom!!!”

“Let me go! I’ll make my dad beat you to death!!”

“Liangliang! What are you doing? Let go of my son!!”

Hearing her child’s cries, a woman who had been standing nearby scrolling on her phone suddenly looked up, jabbing the burly man beside her—who was smoking—before rushing over.

Ji Tingzhou pulled Ji Nian closer, examining her hair with a frown.

At the sound of approaching footsteps, a storm of fury raged in his jade-green eyes.

So the parents had been standing there the whole time. Anyone would’ve thought the little brat was an orphan.

“Let go of my son!”

The boy’s father, relying on his intimidating size, charged forward with a menacing glare.

But when he got closer, the Ji family’s bodyguard—taller and broader by a significant margin—immediately deflated his bravado.

The woman, sensing the danger, softened her tone: “Oh, come on, it’s just kids playing around. It wasn’t on purpose—why make such a big deal?”

A crowd had begun to gather around them unnoticed.

Amid the tension, a voice laced with unmistakable disdain cut through the air.

The woman looked up and froze, meeting a pair of jade-green eyes that sent a chill down her spine.

The impossibly handsome man spoke, his tone icy: “Is that so?”

“Then if my daughter kills your son, I suppose that’s just playtime too.”

The woman paled.

Because Ji Tingzhou’s expression made it seem like he fully intended to follow through.

The kind of “murderous aura” she’d only ever heard described in dramas suddenly felt terrifyingly real.

“Everyone—did you hear that?! My son barely touched his daughter, and now he’s threatening to kill him!”

“What did we do to deserve this? We finally take a trip out, and we run into monsters like this!”

Noticing his wife’s silence, the man suddenly began wailing dramatically, and his son, sensing backup, cried even louder.

Ji Nian, seeing the shift in the crowd’s mood—some passersby stopping to listen, likely to be swayed—suddenly burst into tears herself.

Her sobs came in delicate, heart-wrenching hiccups, her red-rimmed eyes spilling pearls of tears as she shrank into Ji Tingzhou’s arms. “Daddy, my head hurts so much… I’m scared. That boy called me a monster and hit me… I don’t even know him…”

The contrast was stark: a beautiful little girl weeping softly, curled against her father, versus the other family’s vulgar screeching.

The onlookers’ sympathy instantly tilted.

“My heart aches for her—such a lovely child.”

“Her hair’s all messed up on one side. Did that little boy do that? If someone yanked my daughter’s hair like that, I’d kick their teeth in.”

“You can tell they’re father and daughter—they look so alike. Are they foreign?”

“They’ve got bodyguards too. Must be loaded. Lucky for them, honestly. If this were an ordinary family, they’d be bullied into silence.”

The crowd, putting themselves in the shoes of the victims, glared at the trio with rising anger.

Realizing the tide had turned, the couple’s faces stiffened.

“You think money makes you special? Stop harassing us and let go of my son! I’ll call the police!”

Ji Tingzhou couldn’t even be bothered to glance at the pair, whose brains clearly hadn’t developed past infancy. He simply signaled the bodyguard to drag the now-quieter boy forward.

The man, unable to stop the bodyguard, bellowed, “What the hell are you doing?!”

Ji Tingzhou turned to Ji Nian. “Do to him exactly what he did to you.”

“I don’t need to teach you how, do I?”

Ji Nian thought, *Classic Ji Tingzhou—always on the same wavelength.*

If not for the initial shock of pain, she’d have lunged to yank his hair right back.

“Okay, Daddy.”

But with so many eyes on her, she had to maintain some decorum.

Sniffling, she stepped forward and, amid the boy’s shrill protests, reached out and gave his hair a tug.

To the crowd, it looked like nothing more than a light pull.

In reality, Ji Nian had ripped out an entire patch, leaving a bald, inflamed spot on his scalp.

*Joke’s on you—did you think I trained with Zhiliao for nothing?*

At the thought of Zhiliao, she froze, quickly retreating to Ji Tingzhou’s side and tugging his sleeve.

“Daddy… can we not tell Zhiliao about this?” she whispered.

Ji Tingzhou arched a brow.

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But Ji Nian’s real thought was—

【If Zhiliao found out I couldn’t even dodge a sneak attack from a little boy, my training would get even harder】

No!!!

Seeing that Ji Nian had gotten her revenge, the bodyguard coldly tossed the wailing, nearly fainting boy back to his parents.

“That little girl’s hair was yanked so hard her bun came undone, and she didn’t even cry as dramatically as him. What a performance.”

“Yeah.”

As the commotion died down, the crowd dispersed.

Ji Tingzhou took Ji Nian’s hand to leave, completely ignoring the couple’s accusations about their son’s now-bald patch of hair.

But before walking away, he shot the bodyguard a subtle glance.

The bodyguard, understanding the unspoken command, nodded in acknowledgment.

Did they really think pulling her hair would be the end of it?

He’d never even tugged out that much hair while brushing Ji Nian’s.

Recalling the moment the boy had called Ji Nian a “monster,” Ji Tingzhou smirked.

It was faint—but chilling.

Stepping away from the noise, Ji Tingzhou led Ji Nian to a quieter spot at the edge, sitting her down beside him as he carefully examined her hair.

“I’m fine, Dad. It only hurt for a second, and now it’s okay.”

“He wasn’t even stronger than me.”

Gone was her earlier tearful act—Ji Nian was all smiles now.

Noticing Ji Tingzhou’s lingering dark mood, she turned and nudged her head toward him. “How about you rub it for me?”

She blinked up at him playfully.

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Ji Nian knew exactly how to handle her father.

Seeing her so quick to brush it off, Ji Tingzhou felt annoyed on her behalf.

“So forgiving.”

Despite his words, his hand still moved to gently massage the sore spot.

Ji Nian grinned at him, her emerald-green eyes—mirroring his own—reflecting the distant glow of the lights.

“Because you’ll always hurt for me, Dad.”