Be Careful, Scum Dad! Mommy Is Back!-Chapter 179 - Nuobao Wont Indulge a Worthless Dad

Chapter 179: Chapter 179: Nuobao Won’t Indulge a Worthless Dad

Chapter 179: Chapter 179: Nuobao Won’t Indulge a Worthless Dad

Lu Nuonuo trotted over and wrapped her arms around Ji Muye’s slender legs.

She cooed in a soft voice, “Uncle.”

Ji Muye didn’t hold her right away but simply looked down and asked her, “What’s wrong?”

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Little Dumpling pursed her lips, “I can’t see.”

Just as she was about to climb up Ji Muye’s leg as she had done before, he picked her up and placed her on a chair beside him.

Ji Muye’s hand didn’t leave her arm; he protected Little Dumpling with a caring gesture.

His voice was deep, “Sit nicely.”

Lu Nuonuo looked at him quizzically, wondering why he wouldn’t let her sit on his lap.

Cheapo Dad wasn’t like this before.

Where did the problem lie?

She bit her lip, thought about the change in Cheapo Dad’s attitude before and after, and her intelligent little mind had a spark of insight.

Could it be because…

She called Zhou Jiawang “pretty uncle,” but for him, she only said “uncle”?

To test her guess, Lu Nuonuo tugged on Ji Muye’s arm and whined, “Uncle~”

Noticing the softening of Ji Muye’s expression, she continued, “Pretty uncle is nice, but Nuonuo likes Uncle the most!”

“Uncle is the best to Nuonuo~”

With Little Dumpling’s talent for charming people, there hadn’t been an elder she couldn’t win over yet.

Sure enough, there was a change in Ji Muye’s eyes.

Lu Nuonuo: Oh~ Cheapo Dad is definitely jealous!

Her round eyes rolled, and she quickly got down from the chair, purposely saying, “Nuonuo’s going to find pretty uncle for a hug.”

Little Dumpling’s antics were much like haggling in the market: if it’s not a bit cheaper, I’m leaving—ow~

Just as she had anticipated, she didn’t get two steps away before Ji Muye picked her up.

Lu Nuonuo contentedly sat on Cheapo Dad’s lap.

Ji Muye pinched her chubby cheek, “Just like your mother.”

He couldn’t help but marvel, she truly was a very smart child, adept at catching adults’ emotions and psychology.

Lu Nuonuo: I definitely won’t spoil Cheapo Dad—ow~

Concerned that she might fall if she moved, Ji Muye held her in one arm.

He gazed broodingly, his eyes meeting Lu Xining, who was on stage presenting awards to Ji Chao and Ji Ze, all the while wondering who Little Dumpling’s biological father really was.

Lu Xining, all smiles as she handed out awards to her two sons, stiffened a moment at the corners of her lips upon seeing her daughter nestled in Ji Muye’s embrace; as Little Dumpling’s features matured, her resemblance to Ji Muye grew increasingly apparent.

Noticing Zhou Jiawang’s gaze drifting over, Ji Muye’s sharp eyes swept past him, catching the doubt in his eyes.

Just then, Zhou Jiawang had caught a glimpse of Little Dumpling’s actions, watching her entire process of “ensnaring” Ji Muye, which couldn’t help but bring a smirk to his face.

However, the moment she sat in Ji Muye’s lap and they both looked up towards the stage, Zhou Jiawang’s gaze faltered.

The profiles of Ji Muye and Lu Nuonuo… they were practically carbon copies of each other!

He stiffly diverted his gaze, looking towards the stage as they did, only to see Lu Xining’s contemplative gaze directed downwards.

A bold presumption began to take shape in his mind.

The next segment of the ceremony after the awards was a parent-child interactive activity.

The first activity was: Guess the Object.

Children were to find objects based on hints on a board and then have their blindfolded fathers guess what they were.

The pair with the shortest time and most correct guesses would win.

Standing next to Ji Muye was Zhou Jiawang, whose identity had also been introduced during the award presentation.

Since the children’s father was sick, he, as their uncle, stepped in on his behalf.

But as they were all part of the same wealthy circle, many knew the children’s father through social media.

Qiao An had just shared a video yesterday of him skiing abroad with a lover—hardly the picture of sickness, clearly indicating he simply didn’t want to come.

Everyone understood but said nothing.

From the first day Qiao Xinran attended the kindergarten with brothers Ji Chao and Ji Ze, she took a liking to them, but the brothers would rather play with the unappealing Shen Jibai than join her in games.

Seeing how they fed water and snacks to Lu Nuonuo, Qiao Xinran felt even more uncomfortable.

The game began.

In the beginning, the fathers all guessed the objects their children handed them.

As the game progressed, it got harder, and in the end, only Ji Muye and Zhou Jiawang remained.

Ji Ze and Lu Nuonuo continually cheered for Ji Muye and Ji Chao.

Lu Xining stood by their side, offering them water; the two children seemed even more excited than the competing pairs.

The final round was approaching.

Seeing the words on the prompt board: “Mom’s hand.”

Lu Xining’s mouth twitched.

Lu Nuonuo, who had not yet started school, could not recognize the word.

She stealthily tugged at Ji Ze’s hand and asked, “Brother, what does the board say?”

Ji Ze leaned in close to her ear and whispered the word from the prompt board, and Little Dumpling nodded in understanding.

The last challenge in the kindergarten was intended to pull on the heartstrings of parents and children.

But for Ji Muye and Lu Xining’s current relationship, it was somewhat awkward.

Zhou Ziyue had already been pulled onstage by her daughter.

And Ji Chao also came up to Lu Xining, hesitating, “Mom, if you don’t want to, I can forfeit.”

Not wanting to disappoint the child, Lu Xining patted his head, “It’s okay.”

Today was the first parent-teacher meeting since her children had started at the new kindergarten, and she naturally did not want to disappoint either of her sons.

To her, touching a hand was not a big deal.

The instant Lu Xining’s hand was in the man’s palm, Ji Muye recognized it. The skin he touched felt as if it were on fire, scorchingly hot, and he instinctively held on tight, feeling the stiffness of the other party.

Zhou Jiawang, standing nearby, announced his aunt’s name with a smile.

However, the teacher indicated that the answer was incorrect.

The opportunity for a second answer would not come until after Ji Muye gave his response, but at that moment, he was as mute as a fish.

Parents and children all looked uniformly at Ji Muye and Lu Xining, whose outstanding appearances made them especially pleasing to the eye as they stood together, waiting for Ji Muye to give the answer.

Lu Xining’s hand was held by the man, yet he said nothing for the longest time. Out of helplessness, she pressed her fingertips forcefully into the center of Ji Muye’s palm.

The man chuckled lightly and then gave the correct answer.

Lu Xining: “…”

In this round, Ji Muye had won.

He and Zhou Jiawang both removed their disposable blindfolds at the same time, one lowering his gaze to look at her, the other turning his head to look at her; Lu Xining paid attention to neither of their gazes.

As soon as the game ended, she immediately withdrew her hand and, holding on to Ji Chao, returned to their resting spot.

Ji Ze and Lu Nuonuo rushed over to hug her legs, happily exclaiming, “Mom, you’re amazing.”

Ji Muye, who was trailing behind, seemed to be in a very good mood.

The scene before him, harmonious and warm, made him happier than concluding a big business deal.

Just as Little Dumpling was about to dive into her mother’s embrace, she felt herself being picked up. Her little legs kicked and kicked, and then she found herself held in Ji Muye’s arms.

Face to face, she kindly reminded, “There’s a queue for hugs～”

With that, she struggled out of Ji Muye’s embrace and dove into her mom’s fragrant and soft arms, “Mommy hug.”

After cooing in her mother’s arms for a bit, Lu Nuonuo stepped back, took both her brothers’ hands, and sat down on the chairs in the resting area.

She patted the empty chair next to her, “Uncle, sit.”

Ji Muye: “…”

As soon as he took a seat, Lu Nuonuo climbed swiftly onto his lap. Without Ji Muye needing to lend a hand, she had already found the most comfortable position and nestled in his arms to continue watching the other children compete.

Ji Muye felt like a mere utility person.

Following behind Zhou Jiawang, Qiao Xinran was not happy for not winning the competition at all, not even listening to her brother’s attempts to comfort her, her eyes fixed on Ji Chao, who was held in Lu Xining’s arms.

In the subsequent rounds of games, it was the children who volunteered to participate.

Ji Ze was very enthusiastic about taking part.

Lu Xining and Ji Muye each accompanied him for a round or two of games, and without exception, they achieved first place. He and Ji Chao also received the most little red flowers among all the children.

The final round of activities.

It was a push-up competition for all the dads.

Ji Muye took off his windbreaker and placed it on the couch, unbuttoning his white shirt’s cuffs and rolling them up, each movement exuding a unique charisma.

Many brand-new yoga mats had been prepared on the field, and Zhou Jiawang, like a gentle and refined gentleman, was still positioned next to Ji Muye.

“All the dads look ready,” the host announced, “Now, let’s have the children sit on their dads’ backs and start the competition together.”

The school had twins other than Ji Chao and Ji Ze, and the teacher indicated that any child could sit on their dad’s back, with the score counting for both.

Ji Chao, knowing Ji Ze’s playful heart, generously said, “Brother, you go.”

“Thanks, brother!”

As soon as Ji Ze was settled, Ji Muye noticed the desire in Little Dumpling’s eyes to join in.

And there was Ji Chao…

Even though his eldest son seemed unconcerned, he didn’t want him to feel left out.

Ji Muye: “Xiao Chao and Nuonuo, come here too.”

Little Dumpling: “Huh?”

Was the frail stand-in dad finally rising to the challenge?