Be Careful, Scum Dad! Mommy Is Back!
Chapter 439: Father-Daughter Connection

Chapter 439: Chapter 439: Father-Daughter Connection

The copilot’s position was already facing their direction.

"Take the brothers and head over!" Ji Muye immediately lifted his injured comrade and quickly moved toward the car.

Ma Sai couldn’t spare any time to think. He followed by helping another injured person, and under the cover of the helicopter overhead, they rapidly ran forward alongside the others.

Ji Muye’s movements were swift and clean as he placed the injured man in the back seat and secured him with the seatbelt.

He then quickly opened the car’s passenger door and immediately jumped in.

The car shot forward like an arrow, breaking through obstacles ahead that tried to block its path, heading swiftly back the way it came.

Lu Xining received a call from Fu Junhang, which was how she learned that Ji Muye hadn’t returned to the country.

Instead, he had appeared in C Nation’s infamous Evil Swamp.

The man turned to look at the woman driving the car, just about to speak when he spotted an incoming vehicle from the opposite direction. He shouted sharply, "Careful!"

The car maneuvered deftly, successfully evading the enemy’s ambush.

Ji Muye’s wound was pulled, and he let out a sigh of relief, saying, "Cough... cough cough... thanks."

She responded quietly.

Ji Muye: "How... did you find us?"

He knew well how vast this place was, especially since there was no signal.

Unless... it was through satellite tracking...

Lu Xining glanced at the little fat bird poking its head out of his pocket and said slowly, "You should thank Little Fatty. It’s the one who led us here."

Little Fatty?

"Chirp chirp chirp! I’m not fat!"

Ji Muye looked down at the half-dead bird in his pocket, quickly pulled it out, and opened the window to give it some air.

But as soon as it fluttered its wings, it ran off in a hurry.

The little fat bird immediately flew away from the roller-coaster-like car, skillfully heading toward the manor castle, ready to complain to Little Dumpling.

Xiao Bai: Not okay, we need sugar! Add sugar!

The car sped down the dark road, and before long, a wide highway emerged ahead.

A large truck that had been waiting there opened up its container. Lu Xining smoothly drove the car inside.

The container’s rear door automatically closed, and silence filled the surroundings.

The other cars followed suit with the same operation.

With so many injured, Lu Xining decided to take them back to C Nation’s ZN experimental lab.

Having already prepared for surgery, Jing Zheng looked at Ji Muye lying on the operating table, raised the surgical knife in his hand, and smiled, "Well, didn’t expect you to end up in my hands one day."

As the tension eased, Ji Muye quickly succumbed to the effects of the anesthesia.

Jing Zheng: "???" That’s it?

Lu Xining, traveling between C Nation and Fuxian, had arranged private jet routes for the journeys.

To prevent Xi Juan’s people from finding out, she had even contacted... Ji Muye’s grandfather to secure the necessary flight routes within such a short timeframe.

She didn’t hide this from Ji Muye; when he woke up, she told him about it.

Ji Muye remained silent for a moment, not expressing any opinion.

"But your grandfather had one condition."

"What condition?"

After hearing Lu Xining’s explanation, Ji Muye’s expression froze momentarily, his lowered gaze obscuring his true thoughts.

"Got it. This time, I owe you one."

Lu Xining recalled how last night, her daughter shuddered in her sleep and muttered, "Daddy, hurt."

Perhaps this was the inexplicable connection between father and daughter.

Ji Muye’s worst injury had occurred the previous night.

Lu Xining didn’t mention this incident to him; instead, she turned to leave and began arranging their return to the country.

Before losing consciousness, Ji Muye had handed over the collected evidence to trustworthy people to transport it back to the country.

This time, he hitched a ride on her scheduled flight.

Under Lu Xining’s skeptical gaze, he clenched his fist, coughed twice, and somewhat sheepishly said, "Cough cough, I’m going back to see my son and daughter."

"..." Lu Xining sighed inwardly.

At the ZN experimental lab, Lu Xining returned before dawn.

Ji Muye, still dressed in a hospital gown and looking exceptionally pale, sat in a wheelchair being pushed by Jing Zheng.

He spoke to the man behind him, "Just take me to Xiao Chao and Xiao Ze’s room, thanks."

Jing Zheng gritted his teeth. "President Ji, this is an electric wheelchair."

"Oh, is it?" Ji Muye didn’t see any issue with his request, even feigning realization.

He coughed twice and pretended to be weak, "But my arms seem unable to lift themselves... Alas... Mr. Jing, a doctor’s compassion surely wouldn’t leave a patient in the cold wind alone, right?"

Jing Zheng clenched his teeth: "!!!" This shameless old fox!

"Of course, I’ll make sure you get where you need to go."

"Thank you, Mr. Jing. You’re the uncle of my three kids, and I’m their father. We’re family, and the New Year is coming. I’ll make sure to give you a big red envelope then."

"Ji Muye, we’re peers. Why would I care about your money?"

"Eight million," Ji Muye reported an astonishing figure calmly.

Jing Zheng’s tightly clenched teeth suddenly seemed to loosen.

His expression immediately softened, and his tone became much warmer as he pushed the wheelchair forward. "Naturally, as your doctor, it’s my duty to assist you. Not because of the eight million, of course."

Ji Muye always knew that much of Jing Zheng’s earnings had been spent on Lu Nuonuo’s medical care.

Giving him the money was essentially giving it to his daughter.

Left hand, right hand—it was worth it.

Listening to Ji Muye’s calculated actions with Jing Zheng, Lu Xining shook her head internally.

No wonder they say nieces often resemble their uncles.

The look Jing Zheng had when he heard about the eight-million-yuan red envelope was identical to Lu Nuonuo’s expression upon hearing that she’d be allowed two extra candies today.

Little Dumpling opened her eyes to meet a pair of gentle, watery ones.

"Eh?" She rubbed her sleepy eyes, thinking she hadn’t woken up properly.

But upon seeing the man again, she immediately sat up and stretched her arms toward him. Her voice was clear and lively, "Uncle!"

"Uncle’s darling little one! Uncle’s missed you so much!"

Lu Xining walked into the room carrying the milk powder she had prepared for the child, witnessing their affectionate scene.

Jing Zheng took the bottle from her hands and handed it to the little girl in his arms. "Drink up, my sweet one."

Lu Nuonuo was just about to drink when her mother spoke up to remind her.

"Lu Nuonuo, you haven’t brushed your teeth or washed your face yet."

"It’s okay, drink it. Uncle doesn’t mind our little sweetheart."

The little girl was amused by his words and planted another kiss on his cheek. "Nuonuo doesn’t mind Uncle either."

"Lu, Jing, Zheng."

"Oh no, Mommy’s mad. Let’s go—Uncle will take our dear Nuobao to brush her teeth."

"..."

Over in the children’s room next door, Xiao Chao woke up to find the man sleeping beside the bed. The dark circles under his eyes made her heart ache.

Xiao Ze, who had started waking up early to practice archery, had also settled into a fixed biological clock.

Seeing Ji Muye by the bedside as soon as he woke up, Xiao Ze was about to call out to him loudly when his brother across the bed gestured for him to stop and quietly signaled.

Xiao Chao pointed at the dark circles under Ji Muye’s eyes.

Xiao Ze understood and nodded knowingly.

But all this calmness was shattered the moment Lu Nuonuo ran in, biting her milk bottle.