Chapter 312: Chapter 312: Uncle, Beat Him Up!

He hugged the child a little tighter and adjusted her hat for her.

Seeing the child’s eager desire to avenge her mother, Ji Muye turned to look at his red-eyed friend in the car, his gaze also dropping a degree colder.

“Brother, it’s cold outside, you guys wait in the car for me. Nuonuo can take down the big baddie by herself.”

Ji Chao and Ji Ze exchanged glances, hesitated for a moment, then nodded their heads.

With dad here, sister definitely won’t run into trouble.

“Uncle, it’s him!” Lu Nuonuo pointed at Su Ting’s pitch-black face, huffing angrily.

Just as Su Ting got out of the car, getting ready to have a proper discussion with Ji Muye about the issues his ex-wife and daughter were causing him, he was kicked on the knee and the pain sent him down on one knee to the ground.

“Ji Muye, are you freaking sick or something, coming here to pick a fight this early in the morning!” Su Ting woke up completely in an instant.

Just as he was about to get up, he took a punch from Little Dumpling on his cheek.

Although the force was as negligible as a brush, being hit by a child, doesn’t he care about losing face?

Lu Nuonuo swung her little fist and warned Su Ting, “Hmph! Don’t you dare bully my godmother and mother again, or else I’ll… I’ll beat you up!”

Just as Su Ting stood up: “???”

So his good brother brought the kid over early in the morning just to let off steam on behalf of his ex-wife?

Ji Muye wrapped his hand around the child’s and gently rubbed it, saying, “Does it hurt? Let uncle handle these things in the future. His skin is thick and his flesh is tough, you might hurt your hand beating him.”

Shocked by his words, Su Ting looked at him in disbelief, “Ji Muye, have you been possessed? Coming over to pick a fight with me first thing in the morning!”

The man’s eyebrows lifted coldly: “Is there a problem?”

Great, great, great! So now he’s universally despised, right?

Su Ting looked at his long-time friend with cold eyes, taunting sarcastically, “I must have been blind, Ji Muye, you’re just a love-struck idiot, daughter-obsessed numbskull. I obviously wasted my time befriending you.”

Having spent the night sleeping in the car and not resting well, coupled with his inability to communicate with Ming Yuan, Su Ting was like a walking firecracker, which Ji Muye had just lit.

But do you think it’s over?

Ji Muye countered, “You made my daughter cry, do you think you did nothing wrong?”

“When did I make your daughter cry? Don’t slander people! With Little Dumpling’s way with words, I’m patient, otherwise…”

Lu Nuonuo, called out by name, once again stretched out her hand from the fluffy sleeve of her coat, clenched her fist, and waved it in front of him.

She threatened, “Say it again, and I’ll hit you.”

Su Ting: “…”

He caught the irregularities in the child’s address for Ji Muye, and letting the anger in his heart out on his friend, uttered words that hit the man’s heart sharply and straightforwardly.

“Heh, your daughter? She’s not even willing to call you dad, and you still claim she’s your daughter?”

Hearing the man’s mocking words, Lu Nuonuo turned her head to look at Ji Muye, who was holding her, to see his reaction.

He rubbed her little head and said, “Nuonuo can call me whatever she wants.”

“Mhm mhm.” Little Dumpling beamed with a sweet smile.

She turned her head towards Su Ting and stuck out her tongue, mockingly returning his taunt with a lalala.

Ji Muye was not enraged by his words but glanced towards the white suit on the passenger seat of his car.

His mocking and sarcastic words instantly set Su Ting off.

“Whether or not she calls me dad, she’s still my daughter.”

“But you, will soon no longer have a wife,” Ji Muye said.

Struck where it hurt, Su Ting swung his fist towards Ji Muye’s cheek.

“I’m telling you, Ming Yuan and I will definitely not get divorced!”

“You’re the one without a wife!”

Ji Muye smoothly lifted the hat on the child’s head a bit higher and kicked the man in the stomach.

During this period of training, he wasn’t just sitting idle; his physical condition had undergone a leap in quality.

After a night of poor rest and not eating for a day and a night, Su Ting was directly kicked to the ground.

“Be good, wait for uncle in the car.”

Ji Chao and Ji Ze hurriedly got out of the car and walked her towards it.

Worried that her hands were cold, they stuffed her hands into her sleeves and had just walked two steps, holding the sleeves, when they heard the sounds of a fight behind them.

Compared to Su Ting’s frenzied moves, Ji Muye was clearly a bit more systematic.

“Ji Muye, are you for real?”

“What do you think? Su Ting, I don’t care if you hurt others, but I’ve said it before, you’re not allowed to lay a finger on Lu Xining or my daughter.”

The words of Ji Muye ignited all of Su Ting’s emotions like a fuse.

The two of them entangled in a fight once again.

But evidently, Ji Muye’s martial skills and strength were superior.

Ming Yuan, who had slept comfortably until she naturally woke up, had just come downstairs when she heard the butler say that a member of the Ji Family had started fighting with Su Ting.

Ming Yuan, full of question marks, asked in surprise, “Which member of the Ji Family? Ji Muye?”

The butler nodded: “Miss Nuonuo is also there.”

Ming Yuan, who had been concerned about having breakfast, quickly put on a coat to head to the entrance and, thinking of Little Dumpling, also casually grabbed a shawl–she couldn’t let her goddaughter catch a cold.

When Lu Xining received Ming Yuan’s video call, she and Xu Zhi had just finalized the last adjustments needed for the laboratory base.

She pinched the bridge of her nose and asked, “What’s wrong?”

Ming Yuan immediately turned the video camera around and aimed it at the lively Little Dumpling.

“Wow! Uncle is so awesome!”

“Uncle, he also said mom was…not to be greedy…”

Despite her young age, Lu Nuonuo had an excellent memory and recounted all the words Su Ting had previously said to Lu Xining.

Great, the punch Ji Muye swung at Su Ting’s face got even harder.

Su Ting had an unspoken bitterness–he did say those words, but definitely not in the tone that Little Dumpling recounted.

Ming Yuan, who had originally been worried about her goddaughter catching a cold, now standing at the entrance’s blind spot, looked at Little Dumpling dressed in fluffy clothes with a black overcoat, and then at Ji Muye wearing only a shirt, and felt she had worried unnecessarily.

“I must say, watching Ji Muye pummel Su Ting with such ferocity, I’m quite enjoying it.”

Lu Xining, seeing the two men tangled up in a fight on the other end, paused in her action of pinching the bridge of her nose.

In the morning, Lu Nuonuo said that the amusement park had new little foxes, and she wanted to go buy some with her brothers.

Lu Xining thought that Little Dumpling had dragged Ji Muye and her two brothers out early to buy the new foxes at the amusement park.

Turned out to be a diversion.

She actually took Ji Muye to make a scene.

This child really is…

Not until Su Ting was beaten down and couldn’t get up did Ji Muye take two steps back, beginning to straighten his disheveled shirt sleeves, and his sharp aura instantly dissipated.

“Don’t drag my daughter into the mess between you and Ming Yuan.”

“If I hear you made my daughter cry again, don’t expect to keep this leg of yours.”

Su Ting propped himself up with one hand on the ground, wiping off the blood from the corner of his mouth.

Looking at his impeccably dressed friend in front of him, the frustration that had built up in his heart lately seemed to have dissipated with the fight.

He asked Ji Muye, “Do you believe that I haven’t touched Qin Xueyuan?”

Ji Muye gave him a look that said, “What do you think?”

“Heh…” Su Ting gave a bitter laugh–why did the whole world not believe he hadn’t laid a hand on Qin Xueyuan?

Before leaving, Ji Muye threw a sentence at him.

It made Su Ting, and the approaching Ming Yuan, as well as Lu Xining on the phone, freeze where they were.