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

The next morning, Shen Jiyuan woke up again to a blinding light.

He groggily opened his eyes and realized that he hadn't closed the curtains properly the night before. The morning sunlight streamed in through the gaps in the curtains, shining brightly on the warm yellow bed.

Shen Jiyuan was stunned. He had overslept again.

He reached for the phone on the bedside table and checked the time; it was already past eight, almost nine.

Shen Ji, that brat, was surprisingly still fast asleep.

At this time in the past, that brat would have already gotten up and started messing with him!

It's already this late and he still hasn't woken up?

He ruffled Shen Ji's messy hair, which looked like a pot of porridge from sleeping, and then pinched the other's chubby little face. The more he looked at it, the more he thought, "Tsk, so handsome."

No wonder he's his son!

Shen Jiyuan simply opened his phone's camera and took several photos with a smug look. Then, after careful selection, he chose a particularly nice one and set it as his phone wallpaper and screensaver. Only then did he get up and go to wash up, feeling quite pleased with himself.

He wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but he remembered that Shen Ji was a light sleeper.

Before, even the slightest noise would wake someone up, but this morning, despite all that commotion, the brat was still sleeping like a log.

Could it be because his broad chest gave the brat a sense of security?

Is that why Matsuri slept so comfortably?

Shen Jiyuan felt a pang of sadness.

Tang Qingshan was right after all. The child lost his mother before, and his father was so irresponsible, which is why he is like a frightened bird, afraid of being abandoned again.

Maybe that's why the brat is too scared to sleep.

Shen Jiyuan sighed. Oh well, since he'd already decided to raise the kid properly, he'd just give the brat more fatherly love in the future.

Thinking this, he quickly finished washing up, then went to check on Shen Ji. Seeing that he was still asleep, he tiptoed out of the room.

Hmm... I need to make formula for the baby.

However, when he went downstairs and saw the flamboyantly dressed person sitting on the living room sofa, his good mood from waking up early vanished instantly.

Upon hearing the sound, Shen Jiming subconsciously turned around and saw a shiny bald head.

He nearly spat out the mouthful of milk he had just put in his mouth. "Holy crap!"

He stared wide-eyed at Shen Jiyuan's shiny bald head and the six distinctive dots on it, exclaiming in surprise, "Brother, you really became a Buddhist monk?"

Shen Jiyuan's face darkened. "If you utter the words 'Buddha's disciple' again, I'll knock your head like a wooden fish!"

Shen Jiming: "..."

"If you're not going to become a monk, what's with this look?" Shen Jiming looked him up and down with curiosity.

Shen Jiyuan ignored him, instead went to the storage cabinet in the living room, took out the milk powder can, took out the baby bottle from the sterilizer, and walked to the water heater with great skill.

Shen Jiming stared wide-eyed as the young master, who had never lifted a finger in the kitchen, skillfully added water, added milk powder, and then tested the temperature.

After confirming that there were no problems, he raised an eyebrow in satisfaction.

Then he watched in disbelief as Shen Jiyuan took the prepared baby bottle upstairs, and Shen Jiming's eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

"Hiss..." He said in disbelief to Uncle Zhong, who walked in from outside, "Has my brother been possessed?"

Uncle Zhong chuckled. "Second Young Master, you'll understand when you have children."

Shen Jiming shuddered, "Then forget it, I don't want kids!"

That thing is just a burden. He's so young, why make his free life miserable?

Uncle Zhong smiled and shook his head.

After Shen Jiyuan went upstairs, he opened the door and saw Xiao Biga sitting on the bed with his shoulders slumped, his hair a mess, looking confused and scratching his head.

"Awake?" Shen Jiyuan walked in and raised his hand to press down the ahoge (cowlick) sticking up on his forehead.

Shen Ji snapped out of her daze, looking up at him blankly. "Dad, why didn't you call me?"

Shen Jiyuan lifted him out of bed. "What do I need you for? Get up and beat the wooden fish for me?" he said irritably. "If you're awake, get up, wash up, and get dressed."

Shen Ji immediately snapped out of his daze and hummed, "My wooden fish is great! One strike refreshes the mind, two strikes invigorate the spirit, and three strikes bring peace of mind!"

"Daddy, aren't you as happy as a little bird right now?"

"Sigh, son, you're only doing this for your own good."

"When will you understand your son's good intentions?"

Shen Jiyuan: "..."

He slapped Shen Ji on the butt. "Don't make me slap you so early in the morning."

"Get up and drink your milk!"

Shen Ji responded with an "oh".

Shen Jiyuan carried him to the bathroom. There was a small stool next to the sink, and he simply placed him on it and then personally squeezed toothpaste onto him.

"Brush your own teeth."

Shen Ji was stunned for a moment, looking at the toothbrush that was shoved into his hand with surprise, blinking but not moving.

"What are you spacing out for?" Shen Jiyuan slapped him on the forehead.

Shen Ji narrowed his eyes, looking at him warily. "Old Deng, you didn't poison the toothpaste, did you?"

Shen Jiyuan: "..."

Seeing his darkened face, Shen Ji became even more wary. "No way, no way, Lao Deng, let me tell you, I'm your only son now, your only bloodline."

"If you poison me, no one will be there to clean up your mess anymore!"

Shen Jiyuan slapped him on the butt. "If you keep babbling, I'll make you carry the shit bucket in a minute!"

Shen Ji exclaimed in surprise, "You've developed dementia so quickly?"

Shen Jiyuan: "..."

He took a deep breath, calm down, calm down, raising children isn't that easy.

The kid is just a little strange, a little unruly, and a little mischievous.

It's nothing.

Just educate them properly.

Children need to receive enough fatherly love and feel safe...

He gritted his teeth and smiled, saying, "Hurry up and brush your teeth. After you eat, I'll take you out to play."

Shen Ji asked in surprise, "Didn't Uncle Zhao forbid us from going out?"

"It's okay, the place I went to is very safe."

Where?

You'll see when you get there.

"..."

Shen Ji narrowed his eyes and looked Lao Deng up and down. Hiss... was it just his imagination?

Why did he feel that Old Deng seemed a little off ever since what happened yesterday?

"Dad..." Shen Ji called out hesitantly.

Shen Jiyuan maintained his amiable smile. "Hmm?"

Shen Ji's nerves skipped a beat, "You..."

Shen Jiyuan smiled (image attached), "What?"

Shen Ji's expression hardened, and he stiffly turned his head to look at Shen Jiyuan. "You...you bend down, I'll whisper something to you."

Shen Jiyuan's smile softened even more, and he bent down very readily, "Okay, what do you want to say?"

Snapped--!

Shen Ji used all his strength to jump up and slap Shen Jiyuan across the face. The crisp slap rang out like a bell breaking through the air in the gentle morning.

"Terrible!"

"You scoundrel, who are you?!"

"Give me back my Buddhist son, Lao Deng!!"

"I'll beat you to death!"

Shen Jiyuan: "..."

The smile on his face vanished instantly, his expression turning as dark as the churning clouds of a storm. "Shen Ji!!!"

"You're fucking dead!!"

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(There's one more chapter I haven't finished writing yet. I'll update it during the day tomorrow. Starting tomorrow, I'll update normally on both platforms, 4000 words per day. (* ￣3)(ε￣ *))