Father is a villainous Buddhist disciple? He'll just be beaten into the light of the righteous

Shen Ji kicked him, "I don't want to, I'm a germaphobe too!"

"Then go and squeeze in with your old man." Shen Jiming pulled a blanket over himself. The farmhouse was not like the villa at home, which had a constant temperature system. Here, it was all air conditioning.

Moreover, the air conditioner is installed diagonally opposite the bed, so it blows almost directly on the bed, which makes it a bit cold.

Shen Ji said irritably, "Stop pulling, I want to cover it too."

"You're not leaving?"

"This is my room."

"oh."

"Oh what? If you dare snore or grind your teeth, I'll be an unfilial son and grandson, and beat you up!"

"You used to fart in your sleep when you were little, and I never complained about it."

"How can that be compared?" Shen Ji scoffed. "A child's fart smells good, didn't it make you dizzy?"

Shen Jiming: "..."

He ignored him, turned over, and said, "Go to sleep."

Shen Ji couldn't fall asleep no matter what. The thought that the family member lying next to him might be Sovereign made it impossible for him to sleep.

This is no different from having a ghost lying next to you.

Shen Ji kept flipping the pancakes over and over, which soon annoyed Shen Jiming. He slapped Shen Ji on the head, "Are you doing this on purpose?! Are you going to sleep or not?"

Shen Ji covered her head, looking at him with a pitiful expression, "I can't sleep!"

Shen Jiming gritted his teeth and said, "Go rummage through your father's place, I want to sleep."

"I won't."

"Are you asking for a beating?"

"Second Uncle," Shen Ji suddenly turned to face him and asked, "Why...why aren't you married?"

Shen Jiming was taken aback.

Shen Ji blinked and said, "You're not much younger than my dad, and look how big his kids are already. What are the chances of your child surviving?"

Shen Jiming: "..."

"Screw you, I'm perfectly healthy!"

Shen Ji clicked his tongue and said, "Men, being stubborn is useless. The older a person gets, the lower the survival rate of the mirror (a homophone for 'mirror') and the worse its quality becomes."

"If you wait any longer, even if the medication can save the pregnancy, there's a high chance the baby will be mentally disabled."

Shen Jiming: "..."

He slapped Shen Ji again. "I think you're the one who's mentally challenged. Go to sleep! I'll take you fishing this afternoon."

Shen Ji poked his arm with her hand, "Second Uncle~~~ Tell me, why don't you get married? Don't your fans want you to get married?"

"Seriously? You're almost forty! Are you saying you can't even date and get married?"

Shen Jiming, annoyed by him, moved closer to the edge of the bed, and Shen Ji followed suit and moved closer to him as well.

Shen Jiming glared at him. "Don't make me slap you."

He moved closer to the edge of the bed, but Shen Ji ignored him and moved closer to him.

Shen Jiming: "..."

If he moves even one more time, he'll roll off the bed.

Enraged, he shoved the man aside like a rolling sweet potato, shouting, "I want to give every woman a home, but my wish will be dashed once she gets married!"

Shen Ji looked at him with disdain, "You're such a scumbag."

Shen Jiming chuckled, "Heh, in this day and age, how can the birth rate go up without scumbags like us?"

"Weren't you born because of scumbags?"

Shen Ji: "..."

He gave a sinister sneer, "I advise you to watch your words!"

Shen Jiming, somewhat sobered by his antics, raised his hands behind his head and suddenly changed the subject, asking, "Your dad won't let you apply to the police academy?"

Shen Ji paused for a moment, then mimicked him, putting his hands behind his head and staring at the ceiling. "Yeah, he said there's no one to inherit the family business. Sigh, even having money has its troubles."

Shen Jiming didn't say anything, but nodded in agreement, "Your dad only has you as his son. If anything happens to you, he'll go crazy. It's better if you don't go."

"It's good to just inherit the family business honestly." He teased with a smirk, "Look, I'm not married and don't have any kids right now. I'll leave all my assets to you in the future, and you can take care of me in my old age."

Shen Ji glanced at him sideways, "Really?"

"Give me a few hundred million to see my strength."

Shen Jiming smiled and said, "I'll give it to you when we get back."

Shen Ji narrowed his eyes. "You're not plotting anything, are you?"

Shen Jiming turned to look at him, a flash of deep emotion crossing his eyes so fast it was almost imperceptible. He clicked his tongue and said, "We're uncle and nephew, why would I lie to you?"

Shen Ji's gaze paused, sweeping across the other person's face before slowly withdrawing it. "What if one day you regret it and want to fight me for it?"

Shen Jiming's voice carried a complex, indescribable tone: "That day will never come."

"No matter what, you will always be my most beloved nephew."

"So, when I get old and senile and can't control my bodily functions, you must be diligent in emptying my chamber pot for me."

"Do you really have to serve it yourself?"

"Serving it yourself shows your filial piety."

"Then you should poop less in the future. If it really doesn't work, you can cut your wrists. With the current birth rate and aging population, you'll have to wait in line to be reincarnated. Maybe you'll have a chance to be my son in your next life."

"..."

"If I can't be a son, being a grandson is fine too, I don't mind."

"..."

Shen Jiming completely ignored him, turned over, and went back to sleep.

Shen Ji, however, wasn't about to let him off the hook. He simply sat up and leaned against the headboard. "Second Uncle, my dad told me you went to high school in Qingfeng County?"

Shen Jiming's back stiffened, and after a long while, he gave a soft "hmm".

"Second Grandma said you used to have excellent grades, and getting into a good university wouldn't be a problem with that." Shen Ji turned her head, lowering her eyes to look at his profile. "Why did you choose to apply to an art college?"

Shen Jiming smiled. "Then why are you so eager to apply to the police academy?"

"I want to be a great hero," Shen Ji said proudly, "to punish evil and promote good, and to bring justice to the world!"

Shen Jiming's long eyelashes trembled. He slowly lowered his eyes, concealing the deep glint that flashed within them, and smiled slightly. "Where in this world is there absolute justice? Even laws and regulations cannot guarantee absolute justice, so what can you possibly do?"

Shen Ji smiled and said, "But I can't just give up because I can't do it. Someone has to bear the burden. If everyone does a little, maybe one day we can really do it?"

Shen Jiming turned to look at him, "I didn't realize you had this kind of awareness?"

"What are you talking about?" Shen Ji patted his chest. "You're the absolute successor to socialism, okay? Do you see what's above my head?"

"What?"

"That's called the light of justice!" Shen Ji scoffed. "You ordinary mortals can't see it."

Shen Jiming said helplessly, "Alright, are you going to sleep or not?"

Shen Ji turned his face away, "I'm not sleeping, I want to chat with you."

I don't want to talk to you.

"So, who would you like to talk to?"

"I don't want to talk to anyone, I just want to sleep."

"Second Uncle," Shen Ji called softly.

Shen Jiming was taken aback.

"You..." Shen Ji lowered his eyes, the seriousness and coldness in them piercing through the other person's gaze like sharp arrows. He suddenly asked, "Is it Sovereign M?"