Be Careful, Scum Dad! Mommy Is Back!-Chapter 208 - The Call of Dawn

Chapter 208: Chapter 208: The Call of Dawn

Chapter 208 -208: The Call of Dawn

Ji Muye faced away from Lu Xining, and although he heard her voice, he thought it was an auditory hallucination in his daze.

At this time, how could she possibly appear?

However, the very next second, he heard Little Dumpling calling out.

“Daddy—”

It was the voice he had been longing to hear.

The hand that was stifling Mr. Ji’s breath loosened, and Ji Muye’s dark pupils merged with the night as he turned around slowly.

Seeing the figure running toward him from not far away, Ji Muye looked like a puppet who had lost all power to move.

Lu Xining played the sound of Lu Nuonuo’s call once and, seeing that the man finally stopped, her anxious heart could finally settle down.

She went up to him and slapped him, “Ji Muye, are you insane?”

Ji Muye’s face was slapped to the side.

He turned his head to look at her angry eyes, his shoe started to step forward, but he seemed to remember something and instantly retracted his foot.

Lu Xining’s anger was still present.

She was questioning Ji Muye as though chastising a child.

She had seen it very clearly just now; if she had been even a moment later, Mr. Ji really wouldn’t have seen tomorrow’s sun.

Ji Muye had truly intended to end him!

“Do you have any idea what the consequences of this are? Is it worth it for such a person? Have you thought about the feelings of the three children?”

“Do you even know Xiao Chao and Xiao Ze are still at home waiting for you to come back, to put together the new puzzle with them, do you know how much they’re looking forward to it?”

Her tone was threaded with anger, “Ji Muye, look at me!”

The man’s thin lips parted slightly, “I’ve always been looking at you.”

Lu Xining: “…”

She unexpectedly saw a hint of grievance in his eyes.

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What kind of terrible thing must have happened to a man like Ji Muye, who was so adept at repressing his emotions and never showing weakness, to reveal an expression uglier than crying?

Her eyes widened in shock, and she glared at Ji Muye before reflexively slapping Ji Lingyuan.

Lu Xining suppressed the anger in her voice as she interrogated him, “What in the world have you done to him, you lunatic?”

Ji Lingyuan: “???”

Mr. Ji had just seen the scenario where his biological mother came to take him away.

His throat felt as if it had been burned, painfully sore. Helplessly tied up, hung against a tree trunk, he could only tip-toe forcefully against the ground to marginally relieve the pain in his arms.

Barely catching a breath, he was then slapped by Lu Xining.

He too burst out in anger, “None of your damn business!”

Lu Xining understood Ji Muye’s personality and temper; unless Mr. Ji had done something utterly intolerable, he would never do something as irrational as tying someone up in the Ji Family ancestral graveyard.

Right next to the tree lay the Ji Family ancestors, and Mr. Ji was facing his own mother’s tombstone, which under the moonlight seemed to smile down at him.

“Ji Lingyuan, I am not Ji Muye, we have no blood relation, and I won’t be struck down by karma for hitting you. Want to try me?”

From the moment she slapped Mr. Ji, a glimmer of light passed through Ji Muye’s dead eyes, his gaze unswerving as he watched the woman before him.

Now, hearing her defend him, his icy heart felt as though it was being placed in a greenhouse, slowly returning to a state of palpitation.

Ji Lingyuan: “Madmen! Every one of you is mad!”

Hitting someone was exhausting, and Lu Xining didn’t want to wear herself out. Her gaze shifted to Ma Sai behind Ji Muye, instructing him to fetch her bag from the car.

The man knew of Lu Xining’s importance to Ji Muye and without a second thought, he hurried down the slope.

With his numb limbs gradually regaining sensation, Ji Muye pulled her aside, not wanting her to get involved with his matter with Ji Lingyuan.

“If I don’t get involved, you’ll just kill him!”

Ji Muye, you keep saying everything is for the sake of the kid, have you ever thought about the consequences for them if one day both sons want to take the civil service exam? Your behavior just now could have what impact?”

Ji Muye spoke honestly, “They said not…”

Lu Xining, her fighting spirit at its peak, snorted coldly, “Saying no now means never?”

“Weren’t you the one who swore during the divorce, telling me not to regret it, and just the other day you were still saying you wanted to remarry?”

Ji Muye: “…” There was no way to refute that.

This despicable man had just recognized his daughter a few days ago, and was already hopping around on the edge of the law. Lu Xining was about to explode with anger.

Then, turning around, she saw Mr. Ji, who was mocking Ji Muye, and, unable to contain her anger, she slapped him again.

Ji Lingyuan: “!!!”

It was at this moment that Ma Sai returned her purse.

Lu Xining pulled out a small spray bottle and started spraying it all over Mr. Ji, releasing a pungent odor that was discomforting.

“What did you spray on me?” Ji Lingyuan shouted angrily.

Lu Xining spoke indifferently, “A nice thing extracted from a female snake. It only takes half an hour for all the male snakes in the vicinity to come slithering towards you, wrapping themselves into a ball around you…”

She had learned from the servants of the Ji Family Mansion that Ji Lingyuan had been terrified of snakes since he was a child, to the point where even hearing the word “snake” would immediately trigger a severe allergic reaction.

The cemetery where the Ji Family’s ancestral graves were located was a feng shui treasure backed by verdant mountains and clear waters—nature’s playground for snakes and insects.

Setting, medicine, and human voices… everything was fully prepared, and his imagination would magnify the fear in Mr. Ji’s heart.

Sure enough.

Mr. Ji soon started to show rapid breathing due to an allergic reaction, feeling like he was suffocating even though no one was choking him.

Ji Muye’s gaze fell on Lu Xining’s hands, hidden behind her back, as she opened the next audio file.

[Hisss hisss hisss…]

The sound of a snake hissing made Mr. Ji’s scalp tingle, and as Lu Xining increased the volume, his discomfort intensified.

“You dare… I’ll make you… utterly disgraced…”

He couldn’t finish his sentence before passing out completely.

The feeling of being protected by Lu Xining melted some of the chill surrounding Ji Muye, but he still felt somewhat uncertain.

When he awoke in the apartment, although he was not wearing the clothes he had on before, as a man who had been married for five years and lived a marital life, he was very aware of his condition that morning—it was definitely not post-event.

No needle marks were found on his body, but Ji Muye wasn’t certain whether Ji Lingyuan, who hated him so much, had injected him with anything else, especially since many innovative scientific products had appeared internationally.

Moreover, he suspected Ji Lingyuan of capturing some sort of evidence.

His complacent demeanor upon being caught didn’t seem like his original character who feared death but looked more like someone who had a grip on leverage.

Having dealt with Mr. Ji’s affair, Lu Xining turned her gaze toward him, “You’re a corporate president, and you threaten people with your own hands?”

“Don’t you know something even your daughter who’s over a year old understands?”

In front of her, the man who normally radiated power now hung his head with a lowered chin, looking just like Little Dumpling when he was in trouble.

Lu Xining felt like her anger was halfway deflated.

Ma Sai, standing to one side, quietly stepped back and looked up at the night sky at a 45-degree angle, unable to bear looking at his boss in his current state.

“Come back with me, your son is still waiting for you to puzzle.”

She took the lead walking down the steps, and after moving forward two steps, saw there was no movement behind her, she turned her head back and glared at him, “Do I need to have your daughter come over to see what you look like now? To see if she still wants a father like you.”

Finally, the man’s footsteps started to move.

He shot a discreet glance at Ma Sai, who nodded knowingly, indicating he would take care of the aftermath.

Lu Xining urged him, “Move it, if you dare let my son and daughter stay up late, you’re in for a beating!”

Watching the two figures leave one after the other, Ma Sai touched his nose. Why did he feel like his boss just then was playing the martyr?