Be Careful, Scum Dad! Mommy Is Back!-Chapter 207 - What Did You Do That Night

Chapter 207: Chapter 207: What Did You Do That Night?

Chapter 207 -207: What Did You Do That Night?

The following day, early in the morning.

Ji Muye awoke in an unfamiliar guest room, sat up immediately upon recalling yesterday’s events, and then noticed something amiss with his body. Turning his head, he saw his shirt and trousers in disarray on the nightstand.

His handsome face instantly turned cold, the low pressure in his eyes congealed, fierce enough to tear apart everything around him!

Ji Lingyuan! How dare you!

Ji Muye went to settle accounts with Mr. Ji but didn’t see him anywhere; his calls also went unanswered for a long time.

He directly ordered his bodyguards to smash everything in the apartment!

Ji Muye had someone check the apartment’s elevator surveillance. They didn’t only scrutinize the time before and after his arrival, but also spotted a suspicion-inducing, fully-wrapped woman riding several floors that day.

She entered the elevator an hour before Ji Muye’s arrival. Mr. Ji’s apartment was on the 28th floor, and she pressed for the 26th floor. Not a single patch of skin was exposed; she even wore black lace gloves and lowered her head the moment she stepped into the elevator, clearly intending to avoid the camera inside.

This woman reappeared in the elevator, again on the 26th floor, her clothes unchanged but noticeably disheveled. At the hem of her coat was an unidentified liquid. She walked unsteadily, hurried and hasty, and at the building’s entrance, she got into a black sedan.

Yan Dong found out that this car was reported as lost.

Later, the car was found on the shore of a suburban lake, but everything inside had been thoroughly cleaned out; not a single clue left behind.

Mr. Ji also completely vanished since that day.

This time, Ji Muye not only didn’t cut off Mr. Ji’s cards but also deposited five million into them, though he arranged for restrictions, allowing only withdrawals in person and no online transfers.

For Mr. Ji, who loved luxury, the moment he was short on cash, he would immediately withdraw some. If he couldn’t transfer online, it was inevitable he would visit a bank.

As soon as there was any movement, Ji Muye would have him caught.

Though Mr. Ji was both despicable and irresponsible, Ji Muye never expected his biological father to strike at him.

He had, after all, underestimated human nature!

Ji Muye went to the hospital for a series of tests that day and took the necessary prophylactic drugs to prevent any accidents.

Fortunately, there were no needle marks on his body.

Regardless of what despicable deed Mr. Ji did to him that night, and whatever role that woman played, he wouldn’t let them go.

Lu Xining noticed that Ji Muye had been acting strangely recently.

He would regularly visit his daughter daily but never showed any affectionate gestures toward Little Dumpling, even hugs were gone.

Once, after Little Dumpling played until she was tired in the neighborhood, she asked him to carry her home.

The man refused.

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Instead, he had someone specially fetch a little toy car and asked the child to climb into it while he pulled the car to bring her home.

Lu Xining wasn’t one to meddle in others’ affairs.

As long as Ji Muye didn’t harm her daughter, she could let it slide.

Ming Yuan, who had moved abroad, was noticeably in better spirits and would occasionally video-call her. Just recently, Lu Xining learned a piece of news about the Ji Family from her.

“Ningning, do you know?”

“Ji Muye hung his own dad at the Ji family’s ancestral graveyard. It’s been three days and three nights now.”

Lu Xining was completely baffled by this, as she hadn’t paid much attention to the matter.

Ming Yuan continued, “I heard from Old Ming in our family that Ji Lingyuan set a trap for his son at a small hotel and hid for three days. When he was about to flee abroad, he was caught on the way to the airport and brought right back!”

“I’ve only heard of fathers beating their sons but never of a son tying up his father. Is it appropriate to say, your ex-husband has quite the guts.”

In the eyes of the older generation, a son striking back at his father was deemed as courting divine punishment, particularly within the grand families that highly valued hierarchy and respect for elders.

Thinking of Ji Muye’s recent changes, Lu Xining saw the tenderness in his eyes when he looked at his daughter, soft enough to melt water, yet all over him was restraint.

He seemed more like he dared not approach Little Dumpling.

So, what exactly did Ji Lingyuan, this unworthy father, do to his biological son to cause such a great transformation in Ji Muye?

“Do you think, Ji Muye wouldn’t really want to…”

Ming Yuan’s sentence stopped abruptly, yet Lu Xining caught his implication.

Whether as a son, husband, or father, Mr. Ji was worthless, but if Ji Muye really acted on impulse…

The consequences would be unimaginable.

Lu Xining called Ji Muye, but no one answered after a long wait.

Ji Chao and Ji Ze were still playing with Lu Nuonuo in the downstairs toy room, and both children were staying with the Lu Family that coming weekend.

Thinking of the key information Ming Yuan had mentioned,

Lu Xining had the Ji Family driver bring over Ji Muye’s car. She took the keys and drove alone to the cemetery.

Before leaving, she called over her daughter.

Little Dumpling was confused, but still did as she had been told.

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The night breeze swept through the cemetery.

The surrounding trees made a terrifying rustling noise.

Ji Muye sat on a mahogany chair, looking at Ji Lingyuan beneath the trees, his hands tied up, listening to his curses without changing his expression.

“That night, what did you… do?”

Ji Lingyuan’s lips were cracked, his trousers stained with incontinence, emitting a stench, but his eyes were filled with resentful defiance.

“What’s it to you what the hell I did! Don’t you forget, brat, I’m your father. You dare treat me like this, aren’t you afraid your grandfather will break your legs?”

Like Ji Muye, also a member of the Ji Family, had grown up in the Ji Family Mansion and had been carefully taught by his grandfather, Ji Yu’an. Whether it was his demeanor or his way of handling affairs, he resembled Old Sir Ji more.

On the contrary, his biological son, Ji Lingyuan, embodied all the vices of a prodigal son in their circle. Initially, Old Sir Ji had also wanted to save him, but later he simply gave up and focused on grooming his grandson.

Fortunately, he did not disappoint him.

In the eyes of Ji Lingyuan, it was his own flesh and blood who had taken away everything that should have belonged to him.

“If it weren’t for you, the Shi’an Group would be mine, everything of the Ji Family would be mine! I’m your father, and you should be filial to me!”

The autumn breeze was already growing cooler, and the special environment at the moment was adding to Ji Lingyuan’s mounting fear.

Ji Muye didn’t listen to his nonsense. It would be good if he could get some information from Mr. Ji, but it wouldn’t hinder his continued investigation if he couldn’t.

“President Ji, we found something!”

Ma Sai handed him the tablet computer, which displayed a video timestamped the day after Old Sir Ji’s birthday banquet.

Ji Lingyuan was seen leaving a bar, arm-in-arm with a heavily made-up woman. The woman kept her head buried in his chest, her hands restlessly roving.

She was clever, knowing to avoid places with cameras, but was caught in a frontal photo by a student taking a time-lapse photograph.

“This woman is Shen Molin.”

One might say how bold these two people were? Their car shook at the roadside for twenty minutes, drawing frequent glances from passersby.

Besides the bar footage, Ma Sai also discovered Shen Molin secretly transferring money to Ji Lingyuan using an international dummy account.

Hearing the name Shen Molin, Ji Lingyuan visibly panicked.

And Ji Muye’s face became colder, his gaze lacking any trace of father-son affection. He rose and walked towards Ji Lingyuan, who had been hanging for three days and had been given just enough water and food to prevent death.

“One last time.”

“That night, what did you do?”

Facing Ji Muye, whose presence was even more formidable than Old Sir Ji’s, Mr. Ji clenched his molars and suddenly laughed, his cracked lips instantly taking on the taste of rust.

He stared hard at Ji Muye and said, “Children are just an excuse, you actually want to remarry Lu Xining, don’t you?”

“Just like when you were a child, getting first place in every exam, and deliberately taking them out when I came home to eat. It seemed coincidental, but in reality, you wanted me to praise you, to hug you, didn’t you? You think I didn’t see through it?”

Ji Lingyuan did see, but he deliberately pretended not to, finding a slight sense of revenge in Ji Muye’s disappointed eyes.

“Your mother ruined my love affair, so she shouldn’t expect any chance of happiness, including… you, the unwanted child!”

“I did it on purpose. I deliberately slept with her maid in the hospital room right in front of her when she was pregnant with you. You don’t know how pale her face was then—it was truly satisfying.”

“I didn’t want to be so cruel to her, but this bastard child insisted on coming into this world. If it weren’t for your mother using disgusting and low methods, I would never have touched her. Her death is her own fault!”

He thought he could still see pain and despair in Ji Muye’s eyes, but there was only an unending calm and indifference.

Ji Muye’s pupils were dark, his hand tightening fiercely around his father’s neck, watching Mr. Ji struggle more and more to breathe, he continued.

Lu Xining drove Ji Muye’s car at high speed to the cemetery.

She didn’t need to have the guards open the barricade for her—Ji Muye’s license plate was on record here, simply scanning the license plate, she had unobstructed access.

From a distance, she saw the man gripping Mr. Ji’s neck.

Lu Xining shouted loudly, “Ji Muye!”