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

Shen Ji slept too much in the afternoon, and after eating, he couldn't fall asleep.

So he could only curl up on the sofa and play on his phone. He was having a good time when suddenly his hand was empty, as a slender hand snatched his phone away from him.

Shen Ji subconsciously looked up. "What?"

Shen Jiyuan said with a stern face, "What time is it? Still playing? Go to sleep."

Shen Ji said speechlessly, "I'm not a pig. I slept for so long this afternoon, how could I possibly fall asleep again?"

Shen Jiyuan said unreasonably, "You'll fall asleep as soon as you lie in bed."

Shen Ji snorted, "Then why don't you go lie down?"

"I'm an adult, are you?"

"I can't sleep anyway," Shen Ji said, throwing a tantrum on the sofa. "I don't care, I just want to play on my phone!"

Shen Jiyuan's face darkened. "If you keep making trouble, I'll beat you up."

"Then will you let me play on my phone?"

"No." Shen Jiyuan glanced down at his pouting lips and sighed. "You can't play on your phone, but you can watch TV for a while, up to an hour."

The two of them had indeed slept too much in the afternoon. Although Shen Ji was just a child, he should have been eating and sleeping, but it hadn't been two hours since he woke up, so he really shouldn't be able to fall asleep.

Tsk, I've heard that sleeping too much isn't a good thing either.

He'll get Alzheimer's when he gets old... Oh well, let him play for a while.

If you really put the brat to sleep, he'll have to stay with him.

He used to sleep twice every three days, but now he sleeps three times a day.

Tsk, sleeping so much, what if you get Alzheimer's when you get old?

Will that brat really serve him the toilet bowl?

Shen Jiyuan was not very confident.

Humph.

If that brat really doesn't take care of his bodily functions in the future, he'll donate all his inheritance!

He won't get a single cent.

Shen Jiyuan thought bitterly, then pulled out the remote control from under the coffee table and turned on the TV.

As soon as the scene appeared, two large heads were seen on the screen, kissing passionately, with some ambiguous sounds coming from time to time.

Shen Ji's eyes widened, and she covered her face in surprise, exclaiming, "Wow~~"

Shen Jiyuan's face darkened even more. He slammed the TV off, yelling, "What kind of lousy drama is this?!"

He angrily pulled out his phone, "What is the State Administration of Radio, Film and Television doing? How dare they broadcast such indecent television programs on satellite TV?!"

"Is this something children can watch?"

"I'm going to file a complaint against him right now!"

"Isn't this setting a bad example for children?!"

Shen Ji: "..."

He said with a twitching at the corner of his mouth, "Dad, please don't grow up to be the kind of parent that everyone hates, okay? It's so embarrassing."

Shen Jiyuan: "..."

Shen Ji sighed, "Old Deng, don't worry, I'm not like you, all love-struck. Dramas won't affect me."

"Watching them kiss is less effective than watching you act out a melodramatic love story where a cold, aloof Buddhist monk forces love on someone else."

Shen Jiyuan: "..."

He slapped Shen Ji on the head, angrily shouting, "You brat, are you ever going to stop?!"

He can't stand hearing the words "Buddha's disciple" at all now.

Shen Ji snorted, "Look at you, getting impatient again."

Shen Jiyuan shook his fist, about to speak, when the phone rang.

He ignored Shen Ji, took out his phone and saw that it was Lu Zhuonian calling. He answered the call while carrying Shen Ji upstairs.

"Old Shen? What the hell is going on?" Lu Zhuonian's surprised voice came from the phone.

Shen Jiyuan was confused. "What? What's going on?"

"Xiao Yao said you encountered a murderer today?" Lu Zhuonian asked in alarm. "Really?"

It was only at this moment that Shen Jiyuan suddenly remembered something: Frog Fun.

He forgot about the peonies.

So much had happened that afternoon, and he had learned some truths from four years ago. In addition, he had to go to the police station to give a statement. He didn't even remember who Peony was.

Shen Jiyuan took a slightly guilty breath. "Uh? Shaoyao told you?" He pretended to be calm and said, "It's nothing serious, it's all taken care of."

Lu Zhuonian was taken aback. "Peony?" He paused again. "Peony?! You even gave my nephew a nickname??"

Shen Jiyuan quickly shifted the blame, saying, "It was Shen Jiqian!"

Shen Ji: "..."

Lu Zhuonian asked speechlessly, "What happened to you? Why did you encounter a murderer?"

"Ask Zhao Tong."

"Is there something else about Zhao Tong?"

"He's a policeman, is it strange that he's involved?" Shen Jiyuan said impatiently. "Alright, is that all you're asking? Where did Shaoyao go?"

"It's because of the murderer that their school is on holiday, and the surrounding shops and everything are locked down," Lu Zhuonian said in a deep voice. "When the driver brought the person over this afternoon, you weren't home."

"He went back to his old house, and I'll bring it to you tomorrow."

Shen Jiyuan refused coldly, saying, "You really think this is a safe haven? Get lost!"

Lu Zhuonian said, "I'll pay!"

Shen Jiyuan paused, then quickly said, "One price, five million!"

Lu Zhuonian said speechlessly, "You owe me a few coins?"

Shen Jiyuan scoffed, "What do you know? This is all for my son's future wife. If I, as his father, don't save some money for him now, how will he get married in the future?"

Lu Zhuonian: "..."

Shen Ji: "..."

After exchanging a few more words, Shen Jiyuan hung up the phone.

After carrying the person upstairs, he paused at the door of Shen Ji's children's room, his eyes flashed, but he didn't go in. Instead, he carried the person directly to the master bedroom.

Shen Ji twisted his body, trying to slide down, "I've already taken a shower!"

Shen Jiyuan held him tightly, preventing him from slipping off the bed. Instead, he strode into the bedroom and tossed him onto the bed, saying, "Go to sleep after you've washed up!"

Shen Ji asked in surprise, "I'm sleeping here?"

Shen Jiyuan looked away somewhat awkwardly. "Ahem, the auntie took your sheets and blankets to wash, but they're not dry yet. You'll have to sleep here tonight."

Shen Ji narrowed his eyes. "Dad, you wouldn't be thinking of..."

"I don't!"

"Just watch me!"

Is Old Deng so afraid of him that he has to keep an eye on him even when he's sleeping?

Shen Jiyuan: "..."

He nearly bit his tongue, and under Shen Ji's suspicious gaze, he stiffened his neck and said coldly, "It's good that you know!"

"If you dare to mess around again, I'll show you what the iron fist of love is like!"

Shen Ji pouted and rolled into the quilt.

It was only then that he realized that Old Deng's room... seemed to have changed drastically.

This is the master bedroom, which has always been occupied by Shen Jiyuan.

He used to be a cold and aloof Buddhist monk, and his room was decorated in a minimalist black and white style that was quite emo to look at.

But now the bed sheets and duvet covers in this room have been changed to a warm yellow, which seems to be very similar in color to the duvet covers in his room.

Shen Ji was stunned for a moment, then looked at it carefully and found that it was actually part of the same series.

The room's minimalist black and white decor had been transformed into bright decorations, and there were also many children's toys. Several shriveled little yellow duck cushions were placed on the small sofa in the room.

It's exactly the same as the little yellow duck that used to hang in front of his little cart!

Shen Ji was stunned for a moment. He looked up at Shen Jiyuan, seemingly moved for a moment, "Dad..."

Shen Jiyuan's ears burned slightly, and he lowered his eyes uncomfortably to tuck the blanket around him. "What's wrong?"

"Your bald head doesn't shine at all in this color tone."

"Why."

"What a pity."

Shen Jiyuan: "..."