A Little Trick, the Scumbag Dad Can't Hold the Knife After Understanding Love-Chapter 349

Gu Xiuyuan turned his head away with an expression of utter disbelief, signaling He Xiang to plug her other nostril as well.

The poor girl now had both nostrils stuffed with tissue paper, her face dazed.

"That’s the young imperial grandson, right?... Unless I’m dreaming."

Had she really reached the point where she automatically superimposed Lu Jinghuai’s face onto every attractive person she saw?

Shen Qingtang patted her shoulder, reminding her to breathe through her mouth. "Yes, that’s Lu Jinghuai."

Honestly, when she realized the person on stage was Lu Jinghuai, she was stunned.

She never expected her classmate to be the one performing the ceremonial dance.

Not just Ji Nian—even the rest of them couldn’t tear their eyes away. After it ended, they were still spellbound. If not for spotting Ji Nian’s nosebleed and snapping out of it, she might still be lost in that trance.

It was utterly breathtaking...

"But what did the young imperial grandson mean by what he said earlier? The crowd’s reaction was insane."

"Insane" was an understatement. If not for Princess Feia sending guards to protect them, some bold onlookers might’ve rushed forward to touch Ji Nian.

This wasn’t the place for explanations, so they hastily retreated to their car.

"My god, that was madness... What’s wrong with everyone?" Shen Qingtang clutched her chest.

Beside her, Gu Xiuyuan scowled as he straightened his crumpled clothes. He Xiang fared slightly better, though a few stray chicken feathers were tangled in his hair.

A servant handed them non-alcoholic sparkling drinks, soothing them. "Such a rare blessing would naturally stir excitement."

Once her nosebleed stopped, Ji Nian pulled out the tissue plugs and inhaled deeply.

"So... what did Lu Jinghuai’s words mean?"

She thought her grasp of the O language was decent, yet she hadn’t understood a single syllable.

The servant’s gaze at Ji Nian held unmistakable envy, though he remained composed. "That was an ancient dialect."

"Have you heard the origin of the Oulei Festival, Miss Ji?"

Ji Nian nodded.

The servant smiled knowingly.

"One of the goddess’s identities was said to be a queen of the royal family. After her passing, people erected statues in her honor. Over time, the devotion of worshippers elevated her to divinity."

"The ceremonial dance must be performed by a royal descendant because they’re believed to carry the goddess’s bloodline."

"Legend says the dancer briefly channels divine power during the ritual. Those blessed by them will enjoy lifelong health and fortune."

"To prevent public frenzy, blessings are rarely given in modern times."

He then looked at Ji Nian with reverence. "You are truly fortunate."

Clearly, he was a firm believer.

Ji Nian recalled Lu Jinghuai’s flushed face after the dance, his golden markings shimmering as he descended before her. His silver-gray eyes had locked onto hers, solemn yet tender as he spoke those ancient words to bless her...

[If he ever gives the order, I’d poison anyone for him.]

...

"Mother."

After changing out of his ceremonial robes and washing off the markings, Lu Jinghuai went to see Princess Feia.

She was stroking Lu Zhi’s hair when he arrived and beckoned him closer.

"Who upset you? You look displeased."

In truth, Lu Jinghuai’s face showed no trace of displeasure—just a post-bath flush and damp silver-gray eyes.

"Mother, why didn’t you tell me?"

About Ji Nian’s arrival...

The Oulei Festival dance didn’t strictly require a pure-blooded royal—any descendant would do.

Dancing skill or gender didn’t matter either. The only requirement was beauty.

So Lu Jinghuai had been chosen.

He hadn’t minded, treating it as duty.

But as he took his position onstage, his gaze snagged on a strikingly familiar figure in the front row.

At first, he thought the lights were playing tricks.

Why would Ji Nian—who should’ve been in China—be here, draped in Oulei’s traditional attire, her silhouette so ethereal she could’ve been the goddess herself?

The realization threw him off so badly he missed the opening beat.

Luckily, he recovered fast. Once certain it was really her—not some divine illusion—he poured himself into the dance.

Afterward, it hit him: if Ji Nian was here, his parents must’ve known.

They’d kept it from him, orchestrating this so-called "surprise."

Princess Feia’s lips curled at his accusation. "Didn’t you like the surprise?"

Lu Jinghuai lowered his eyelids. "No."

When he’d leaped down, he hadn’t overthought it. If the dance truly granted temporary divinity, he wanted that blessing to go to her.

But he’d overlooked one thing.

Post-performance, he must’ve looked disheveled. Did she think he appeared pathetic?

Lu Zhi studied him, then smirked knowingly. freeweɓnovēl.coɱ

"How nostalgic."

"I was just as insecure when courting my wife."

After all, Princess Feia outranked him in status and life experience.

Lu Zhi was handsome, but she’d never lacked equally attractive suitors.

Princess Feia pinched his cheek. "Are you blaming me for not reassuring you enough?"

Lu Zhi glared—more playful than angry. "You always twist my words."

Watching his parents’ shameless flirting, Lu Jinghuai didn’t even blink. He was used to it.

At least Lu Zhi remembered their son’s presence and offered advice. "Don’t rush it."

"Ji ​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‍Nian’s still a child. China’s education system is nothing like ours—she might not even be emotionally aware yet. You’re sprinting while she hasn’t even learned to walk."

"She probably sees you as just another friend, no gender distinction at all."

His gaze lingered pointedly on Lu Jinghuai’s earring, hidden beneath his hair.

This "comfort" only made things worse.

Lu Jinghuai thought gloomily, Who said I’m not in a hurry?

He hadn’t forgotten about Chen Mo for a second.

Without another word, he turned to find Ji Nian.

Lu Zhi sighed at his retreating back. "A grown son’s heart belongs elsewhere..."

If he’s like this now, imagine when he’s older.

Better start sending Ji Nian more gifts. His son seemed destined to become quite the handful...

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