Has this scumbag finally come out?
Ji Ran had no favorable impression of him whatsoever.
Opening the trending comments, his reputation wasn’t much better either.
@EatingIceCreamGivesMeDiarrhea: “Didn’t Actor Shen and Actress Ji date back then? They were so sweet together, how did they break up?”
“No idea, just know that Actress Ji even left the industry for him, but he ended up marrying another woman for money!”
“What a scumbag! I heard his wealthy father-in-law went bankrupt not long after, and he even got imprisoned for economic crimes—serves him right!”
Shen Ji had been in prison for three years.
Although he was Qi Bao’s biological father, he had abandoned Qi Bao and her mother before Qi Bao was even born.
What’s the point of contacting such a scumbag father?
Ji Ran couldn’t help but advise, “Little Qi Bao, are you sure about this? Does your mom know you’re going to see him?”
“Dunno.”
On the other end of the phone, little Qi Bao shook her head vigorously, her voice soft and childish, “But Qi Bao wants to see what he looks like, no talking.”
After all, he is her biological father, and children naturally yearn for paternal love.
If it’s just a brief meeting without any interaction, Ji Ran thought it over and agreed.
“Then wait for me, Qi Bao. Auntie will drive over to pick you up.”
Fu Jingyuan had left a Rolls-Royce at this new residence for Ji Ran.
Ji Ran drove over and quickly picked up little Qi Bao.
“Qi Bao, are you really sure you don’t want to tell your mom?”
The whole way, Ji Ran felt a bit uneasy.
But the little girl was quite determined, clenching her small fists and shaking her chubby little face. “Not telling. Baby also has the right to see bad daddy.”
The two originally planned to just take a few glances near the prison gate.
As luck would have it, with a loud clang as the prison gate swung open, Shen Ji was released from the prison area.
The man was wearing the custom-made black suit he had on when he was arrested three years ago. Standing nearly 1.9 meters tall, three years of prison life had honed his disciplined physique to perfection.
Not only did he have broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and long legs, but he also wore expensive silver-rimmed glasses. He had the noble, mixed-race appearance of Nordic royalty, yet resembled a scheming business elite.
At a single glance, one could tell his brows carried a cold indifference, skilled in ruthless calculations.
Ji Ran wasn’t sure if it was her imagination, but compared to his former sharpness, this man now seemed more composed and desolate.
“Is this the bad daddy?”
Little Qi Bao’s two chubby hands tightly gripped the car window ledge. This was the first time she had ever seen Shen Ji, her father, since she was born.
The little girl’s chubby face showed little emotion, her large, dark grape-like eyes filled more with confusion and curiosity.
Over the years, her mother, Ji Nanjin, had never spoken ill of her father, Shen Ji.
When she had asked before, Ji Nanjin would only say indifferently that adult matters had nothing to do with children.
So, little Qi Bao didn’t harbor much hatred toward Shen Ji, only resentment, after all, Shen Ji had never once come to see his daughter.
“Auntie, do you think bad daddy will come to see Qi Bao in the future?”
Qi Bao was also a proud little girl. If Shen Ji didn’t take the initiative to find her, she wouldn’t make the first move.
Even if he did come looking for her, she wouldn’t acknowledge him as her daddy! Unless Mommy forgave him.
“This… Auntie doesn’t know either.”
Ji Ran wasn’t even sure if Shen Ji knew her second sister was pregnant.
Just as Ji Ran was pondering how to discuss these matters with a child, a sudden turn of events unfolded before her eyes.
As they were driving, having just followed Shen Ji into a small alley, a group of black-clad thugs suddenly emerged from nowhere in the lane!
Ji Ran’s face instantly paled with fright.
What was going on?
Were these people targeting Shen Ji?
While Ji Ran’s mind was still in a muddle, the black-clad men wasted no time, brandishing wooden clubs and charging straight at Shen Ji!
They were indeed after Shen Ji!
Twenty men surrounding Shen Ji alone—this was surely going to end in disaster!
Ji Ran could already imagine the scene that would follow. She even covered Xiao Qibao’s eyes with her hands.
But then, something astonishing happened.
Shen Ji, standing before her, seemed utterly unafraid. A cold, obvious sneer appeared on his lips, and a flash of bloodthirsty ferocity flickered in his eyes.
Shen Ji’s combat skills were exceptional. Amid the chaotic brawl, it quickly became apparent that he was about to turn the tables!
Ji Ran never expected Shen Ji to be this formidable.
But just then, another twist occurred. From behind the black-clad thugs, Ji Ran caught sight of a familiar figure.
A tall, aloof beauty in a black high-heeled shoes and a long black dress.
Her red lips were lazily curved, her aura commanding—a beauty that seemed indifferent to others’ fates yet possessed a dangerously alluring, decadent charm.
She was an exquisite, otherworldly creature who shouldn’t have existed in the mortal realm, yet she held Buddhist scriptures in her hands, appearing both world-weary and inscrutable.
“Second Sister?”
Ji Ran nearly gasped aloud at the sight of Ji Nanjin.
She never imagined that the mastermind behind the attack on Shen Ji would be her second sister.
“Mama? It’s Mama.”
The little toddler seemed equally surprised to see Ji Nanjin.
She guiltily tucked her small head in, as if afraid her mother would discover she had sneaked out.
“Ajin.”
Shen Ji, still in the alley, also noticed Ji Nanjin’s arrival.
The moment he saw her, the man let out a bitter laugh and almost immediately gave up resisting.
What followed was a one-sided beating as the black-clad thugs overpowered Shen Ji.
Despite having the upper hand earlier, he made no further attempt to fight back.
After a full five minutes, with Shen Ji bleeding from the mouth, covered in wounds, and one of his ankles crushed, Ji Nanjin finally issued a cold command: “Stop. Bring him to me.”
“Yes, Miss.”
Shen Ji was forcibly dragged before Ji Nanjin.
“Kneel!”
“Kneel before Miss!”
Shen Ji’s injuries were severe, making it difficult for him to kneel steadily.
To prevent him from retaliating and harming Ji Nanjin, the black-clad thugs handcuffed his hands behind his back.
He still offered no resistance.
Kneeling on the ground, he looked up with a bitter smile. “Ajin, it’s been a long time. You still hate me so much.”
Ji Nanjin grabbed his bloodied hair.
She sneered repeatedly. “Hate you? Shen Ji, you’re not even worthy of that! I’m just in a foul mood today and felt like beating you up for fun!”
Ji Nanjin’s beautiful eyes coldly fixed on Shen Ji, as if searching for anger in his expression.
But she was disappointed.
Facing her, Shen Ji never seemed to get angry.
A weak smile lingered at the corner of his lips. “If Ajin enjoys playing around, then so be it. After all, I owe you a life. You can take it anytime.”
Back when they were in love, Shen Ji had once sworn that if he ever betrayed Ji Nanjin, he would repay her with his life.
“Regret it?”
Ji Nanjin stared fixedly at the man before her: “Shen Ji, I’m asking you—do you regret abandoning me for revenge and marrying another woman?”
Shen Ji shook his head.
He lived only for revenge—for the hatred of his family of five, for the powerful figure in the capital who had run over and killed his entire family of five, then settled the matter with money without paying with his life!
He had finally managed to pursue the man’s daughter, uncover evidence of corporate crimes, and bring closure to the bloodshed from years ago that had taken his parents’ lives.
He did not regret it.
Only, he owed Ji Nanjin alone.
“Ah Jin, I hope you can let go of the past too. I hope you’ll find a man who will never betray you again and start a new life with him.”
Shen Ji spoke, knowing full well he was no longer worthy of her.
He wanted Ji Nanjin to move on.
But if she could have moved on, she wouldn’t be here today.
Ji Nanjin sneered, her eyes filled with hatred: “Shen Ji, do you think I’ll let you off so easily? Someone, take him away!”
Ji Nanjin would never let Shen Ji go!
“Yes, Miss.”
“Enough!” This time, Shen Ji did not comply: “Ah Jin, stop this!”
“We’ve long gone our separate ways. Either kill me, or let me go.”
“Cough, cough!”
Shen Ji’s injuries were severe, his face pale, but if he resisted, no one present was a match for him.