A Little Trick, the Scumbag Dad Can't Hold the Knife After Understanding Love-Chapter 250

Ji Nian went to find Big Egg, who hadn’t been in the main building lately.

After all, the big dog’s birthday was approaching, and they needed to prepare some things in advance—things it couldn’t see.

[Last year was all your fault! If it weren’t for your obsession with calculating how to get the limited-edition "Desperate Dad Seascape" merch bundle, Big Egg wouldn’t have seen my purchase history and discovered its gift!]

The system pouted: [How is that my fault? I told you to just buy everything outright, but you insisted on penny-pinching.]

Bickering like this, Ji Nian and the system finally found Big Egg.

The afternoon temperature wasn’t as high as the morning’s, and the big dog lay sprawled in a rocking cradle outside its room, tongue lolling as it napped.

Lately, it had been sleeping more and more. Every time Ji Nian came home from school, its eyes were always shut.

Big Egg’s "dad" (the one Ji Tingzhou once mistook for Ji Nian calling him "Dad") was still the same as before.

Over the years, the once-youthful caretaker had grown into a middle-aged man with a bit of a belly.

Seeing Ji Nian approach, he stepped away to prepare Big Egg’s dinner.

Ji Nian crouched by the cradle and ruffled the fur on its head. "Ji Big Egg, I’m home."

Hearing its little master’s voice, Big Egg opened its eyes. Though it didn’t move, its tail began to wag.

Ji Nian fetched its favorite ball. "Good boy, wanna play fetch?"

Big Egg perked up at the sight of the ball, pushing itself out of the cradle and looking at Ji Nian expectantly.

As always, Ji Nian threw the ball with all her might.

Big Egg lumbered after it, slow but steady. Ji Nian didn’t rush it, sitting on the cradle and resting her chin in her hands as she watched.

Waiting for it to grab the ball and amble back.

...

The day before Big Egg’s birthday, it seemed to sense something special. It didn’t nap at all, tail wagging excitedly as it kept nudging its caretaker to take it to the main building. freeweɓnovel.cøm

The man chuckled helplessly, trying to soothe the impatient pup.

He’d been given strict orders: Big Egg wasn’t allowed over until the time was right.

"Dad! What do you think of these balloons? I hung them up myself!"

Ji Nian dragged Ji Tingzhou over to admire the giant heart she’d fashioned on the wall with balloons.

Ji Tingzhou studied it, then raised a brow. "Why’d you put a butt on the wall? Hinting that Big Egg can’t stop eating crap?"

Ji Nian: "...It’s a heart, Dad."

She glanced again.

Okay, maybe it was a little flat, and the pointy part wasn’t very defined. Being mistaken for a butt was... understandable.

"Master Ji, one of the thirteen cakes for Big Egg has an issue."

Just as Ji Tingzhou was directing Ji Nian to reshape the "butt" into a heart, Zhiliao approached, sounding exasperated.

"What issue?"

Zhiliao turned wordlessly and returned dragging someone by the ear.

The owner of said ear—Wei Yang—was bent awkwardly, his tall frame folded in half.

"Ow ow ow—Zhiliao-jie, I said I was sorry! When I went to the kitchen, the cake wasn’t assembled yet! I thought the chef had just made it, so I took one bite!"

Ji Tingzhou eyed the crumbs still clinging to Wei Yang’s lips and doubted the "one bite" claim.

This fool had been gluttonous since childhood.

If he’d ever been curious about eating dirt, a dog’s cake wouldn’t stand a chance.

"Call the pastry chef. We’ll use this idiot as the cake base."

"Huh?" Wei Yang pointed at himself.

Zhiliao considered it. His height did match—nearly two meters, just like the cake—and it’d save time compared to making a new one.

Plus, Wei Yang was born in the Year of the Dog. Good symbolism.

"Understood."

"Wait, no—Brother, can’t we talk about this—?"

"Uncle ​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‍Ji! The button fell off the gift I made for Big Egg!"

Before Zhiliao could leave, Shen Qingtang came running over, clutching a handmade plushie and a loose button.

Ji Tingzhou took one look at the... creative craftsmanship and fought the urge to sigh.

Shen Rushan, come see what your daughter made.

"Give it here."

A servant promptly brought a chair, while another handed him a sewing kit.

Behind them, Ji Nian called out, "Dad! How about now? I turned the heart into a flower!"

Ji Tingzhou spared a glance mid-stitch.

Well.

Now it looked like a chrysanthemum.

By evening, everything was finally ready.

The birthday boy, Big Egg, was led to the main building by its caretaker.

The dog’s mood seemed excellent, its claws clicking eagerly against the floor as it searched for its masters.

At the entrance, Zhiliao suddenly appeared.

She wore a pair of dog-ear headbands and carried a tiny party hat.

Big Egg’s tail instantly tucked between its legs at the sight of her.

But Zhiliao didn’t do anything menacing—just gently placed the hat on its head.

"Happy birthday, Big Egg."

With that, she walked away.

Big Egg shook its head experimentally, but the hat stayed put. Giving up, it trotted forward.

The entire Ji household staff lined the hallway, smiling as the guest of honor passed.

"Happy birthday, Big Egg!"

"Many happy returns, little master!"

"To the birthday pup—cheers!"

Big Egg bared its teeth, as if to scare them off, but the humans didn’t flee like usual. They kept smiling.

Tilting its head, the dog stopped snarling.

It caught the scent of its masters.

Picking up speed, its paws thumped rhythmically against the carpet.

Just as it entered the familiar hall—before it could spot anyone—

BANG!

Confetti rained down, startling Big Egg so badly its hat slid sideways.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BIG EGG!!!"

The entire Ji family stood together, all wearing dog-ear headbands, grinning at the frozen dog mid-step.

The hall was transformed—walls draped with balloons and streamers, a photo collage of Big Egg from puppyhood to now, and thirteen towering cakes filling the air with sweetness.

Though the tallest, roundest cake looked... odd. Like it was twerking. What in the dog’s name—?

Surrounded by familiar scents, delicious smells, and its silly, beaming... family, Big Egg didn’t know the word for "happiness."

It just wagged its tail wildly, grinning at everyone.

Ji Tingzhou stood at the center, black dog ears atop his head, his usual sternness softened.

Meanwhile, Ji Nian—wearing a matching headband, a cute dress, and even stick-on dog whiskers—waved enthusiastically.

Big Egg stared at them for a moment before suddenly darting forward, spry as a pup again.

"Woof!"

It leaped at Ji Nian, licking her face just like their first meeting.

Ji Tingzhou took a step back. "Keep the slobber to yourself."

Ji Nian cheerfully commanded Big Egg, "Egg! Go! Give your big master a wild, passionate kiss!"

The joyful atmosphere infected the big dog, who, now completely wild with excitement, pounced toward Ji Tingzhou.

Seemingly caught off guard that the dog actually dared to jump on him, Ji Tingzhou was indeed knocked over.

"Ji Big Egg! Get off me right now!"

Seeing the muddy paw prints stamped on his pants, Ji Tingzhou's eye twitched in irritation.

"It's fine, Dad. Big Egg isn’t the kind of dog who licks his own butt after pooping."

Shen Qingtang nodded in agreement. "That’s right. He’s just the type who likes to paw at his own business after doing it."

Ji Tingzhou’s expression darkened, weighing as heavily as Wei Yang’s backside, before he roared, "Ji! Big! Egg!"