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

Actually, Shen Ji was just joking when he said he wanted to meet in person. He's only three years old. He can act cool online, but if he actually went to meet in person, he would shock everyone.

Forget about seafood feasts, he'll definitely be dragged to eat fried chicken with a white-bearded old man.

He doesn't want to eat that stuff.

What changed his mind was that he suddenly discovered that the restaurant address the other party sent was right next to Yunxiangju.

Shen Ji had listened to the entire conversation between Lao Deng and Zhao Tong, and watched the video that Si Jiu had copied for him. Now he was almost certain that Su Qian, Lu Nian, and Nian Fei were definitely not ordinary people.

Even if he's not an undercover police officer, it's definitely related to the game four years ago and the current appearance of "Spicy Pepper".

Based on all the clues we have so far, they all point to Yunxiang Residence.

Although the police will investigate this matter, and it has nothing to do with him, he just... sigh, his professional habit kicked in.

He had given up on going to Yunxiangju because Lao Deng wouldn't take him there, thinking he'd wait for the police to investigate before having Sijiu get the information for him.

But to his surprise, someone handed him a pillow when he was feeling sleepy, and his heart began to stir again.

Shen Jiyuan wiped the drool off his face with disgust as he carried the person into the house, but the corners of his mouth remained upturned.

When Uncle Zhong saw the two return, he greeted them, "Young Master, dinner is ready."

Shen Jiyuan hummed in agreement, put the person down, and said, "Go, go wash your hands."

Shen Ji said "Oh," and then asked, "Dad, should we wake Uncle up?"

Shen Jiyuan was stunned for a moment before he realized that there was such a person in his family.

Just as he was about to speak, footsteps came from the stairwell. The father and son turned their heads at the same time and subconsciously looked over. They saw Shen Jiming walking down the stairs in a very flamboyant way, wearing a silk bathrobe with the chest open.

He yawned sleepily, "What have you been doing all morning? Making such a racket."

Shen Jiyuan's face darkened immediately upon seeing his expression. "Put your clothes on!"

Shen Jiming was taken aback, then raised his eyes blankly, "Huh?"

Shen Jiyuan said menacingly, "If you corrupt my son, I'll cripple you!"

Shen Jiming: "..."

He glanced down at his perfect abs and physique, speechless, and pulled his robe tighter around himself. "Damn it, are you trying to pick a fight?"

Shen Jiyuan sneered, "There are only men in this house, so burning more won't help."

Speaking of this, Shen Jiming was even more speechless. "How dare you say that? I've only been gone a short time, and you've turned this place into a Buddhist temple?"

As he spoke, he chuckled again and patted Shen Jiyuan's shoulder repeatedly, saying, "Hey, sorry, I forgot you're a Buddhist monk. This really does look like a Buddhist temple."

"Hahaha."

He was greeted with a merciless kick from Shen Jiyuan as he laughed heartily.

Shen Jiming gasped, hugging his knees and gritting his teeth, "Damn, you're serious?!"

Shen Jiyuan ignored him and instead lifted Shen Ji into the high chair, then very insistently put the little bib around Shen Ji's neck before asking Uncle Zhong to call Shaoyao down for dinner.

Shen Jiming was completely stunned by his smooth and fluid movements, clicking his tongue in disbelief, "Brother, you really haven't been possessed, have you?"

Shen Jiyuan looked at him coldly, "If you're not going to eat, then get out."

Shen Jiming's gaze swept back and forth between the father and son several times before he finally looked away, picked up his bowl, and began to eat.

However, his robe was already casually worn, and as he ate, the chest of the robe unconsciously opened up again, revealing a patch of fair and well-endowed chest.

Shen Ji happened to be sitting opposite him, and his eyes unconsciously stared straight at him.

Shen Jiyuan: "..."

His face darkened, and just as he was about to speak, he saw Shen Ji quickly look away and grab the ribs in the bowl, munching away on them.

Shen Jiyuan hesitated for a moment, but ultimately remained silent.

[Wow, what's that scar on my second uncle's chest?]

Sijiu was happily munching on the ribs Shen Ji had secretly slipped into his spatial storage when he heard this and asked, "[The information says it was caused by an accidental injury during filming two years ago. What happened?]"

Shen Ji responded with an "Oh": "It's nothing, I was just asking. The wound looks quite large."

"Hmm." Sijiu said, "The information says he almost couldn't be saved. Is the host very concerned? Should I investigate further for you?"

"No need." Shen Ji shook his head. He was just a little curious, but not curious enough to go out of his way to investigate.

After Shen Ji finished gnawing on a rib, he wanted Shen Jiyuan to peel a large shrimp for him, but the moment he looked up, he met Shen Jiyuan's dark face.

He paused for a moment, then realized what he meant, blinked, and said, "Dad, don't worry."

Shen Jiyuan casually picked up the soup bowl beside him, took a sip of soup, and said, "What?"

Shen Ji said seriously with a straight face, "Second Uncle can't compare to you, Dad. I still love you, Dad."

"?"

"Don't worry, Dad. Uncle isn't as old as you. I saw it clearly just now!"

Shen Jiyuan nearly spat out the mouthful of soup he had just taken a sip of. He turned his head sharply and looked down at...

Shen Jiming: "..."

His lips twitched, his face darkened, and he gritted his teeth, saying, "Want to have a competition?"

Shen Jiyuan grinned, his smile smug and mocking. "You? You think you can compare to my son's comma? You think you can compare to his father?"

Shen Jiming: "..."

Shen Ji: "..."

"Hey, I already told you, men should be reserved."

"Otherwise, you'll easily expose your weaknesses. Look at you, you just won't listen."

Shen Jiyuan patted him on the shoulder, "But you don't need to be discouraged. After all... it's not easy to grow up to look like me."

"That's called talent, you know?"

Shen Jiming: "..."

He slapped Shen Jiyuan's hand away, slammed his hand on the table, and stood up abruptly. "Damn it! Today, who's not a fucking grandson of who!"

-

After dinner, Shen Jiming indeed changed out of his flashy bathrobe and stopped wearing his flamboyant, butterfly-like clothes. Instead, he put on a white tracksuit.

He also wore a headband and white neckband headphones, making him look several years younger, like a sunny young man.

Shen Jiyuan then stopped criticizing his clothes.

It's not that he's picky; Shen Jiming has been a good-for-nothing since he was a child, and after college he became even more of a womanizer, with "playboy" practically becoming his synonym.

Even after entering the entertainment industry, she never had a moment's peace, constantly embroiled in scandals.

He's either with this female celebrity or that fan, and he's even slept with the men in his rival's company, including his sugar daddy and agent.

But this bastard didn't stop at all; in fact, he became more and more reckless.

He didn't care before, but now he's raising a child. What if Shen Ji, that brat, learns all his bad habits?