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

Shen Jiyuan's face darkened, but would he show weakness in front of a little idiot?

That's definitely not possible.

He even generously spread his legs a little wider, smugly and proudly declaring, "This is a symbol of manhood. Do you think it's some kind of bean sprout like you?"

Shen Ji: "..."

Shen Jiyuan leaned against the porch with his arms crossed and said jokingly, "What a pity. If you were this big, the two of us could make a Four Happiness Meatball. Tsk tsk tsk, now... just an ostrich egg and a quail egg."

Shen Ji: "..."

Looking at his speechless face, Shen Jiyuan felt a surge of relief. He kicked Shen Ji's shin with his foot. "Emo, huh? Then you'll be emo for the rest of your life. Anyway, you'll never look like me, so just bear with it."

Shen Ji raised his foot to kick, but this little guy had no strength at all.

The force of kicking Shen Jiyuan's leg was less satisfying than a tickle.

Shen Jiyuan bent down in a cheerful mood and took the milk from his hand. "Did you bring this for me?"

Shen Ji's eyes darted around, and he jumped up to reach for the cup. "No! You bad person, give it back!"

Shen Jiyuan raised his cup in a very irritating way, watching the little boy jumping around in front of him, and the corners of his lips unconsciously curled up. "Good son, it is your responsibility to be filial to your father."

Right in front of Shen Ji, he gulped down the milk in his cup with great relish, and shamelessly shoved the empty cup into Shen Ji's hand, saying, "It tastes pretty good, you're such a good son."

"Go and wash the cup."

Shen Ji: "..."

A calculating glint flashed in his eyes. Hmph, I'll let you be happy for a little while!

If I let you see your white moonlight tomorrow, I'll take your surname... ptooey, I'll write my name backwards!

Shen Jiyuan drank the milk and 'humiliated' Xiao Biga again, then turned around and went back to his room with a smug look on his face.

Shen Ji didn't wash the cups; instead, he happily followed them inside.

Perhaps because the series of actions just now had put Shen Jiyuan in a good mood, he unusually didn't chase him away, and even casually ordered, "Go, get the underwear from the closet for Dad."

Shen Ji paused on his short legs, then turned and ran outside.

Shen Jiyuan grabbed him with lightning speed, swaying him as he did so, and said, "Why are you running?"

Shen Ji struggled and cried, "Old Deng! Put me down!"

Shen Jiyuan carried him to the wardrobe, took out a clean pair of underwear, and in front of Shen Ji, untied the bath towel and elegantly put on the underwear.

And shamelessly, he put a whole bag of it in front of Shen Ji, looking as smug and boastful as could be.

The movements didn't look like they were putting on clothes; they looked more like they were filming some strange movie.

Shen Ji said disdainfully, "There are only two grown men in our family, burning more won't make a difference!"

Shen Jiyuan grinned. "What do you know? This is your father's encouragement and a role model for you. Grow up like your old man, understand?"

Shen Ji: "..."

He suddenly smiled and asked, "Dad, can I sleep with you tonight?"

Shen Jiyuan snorted, "You wish! Get lost."

Shen Ji said "Oh," and then asked, "Could you leave the door unlocked at night?"

Shen Jiyuan turned to look at him, "What mischief are you up to, you little rascal?"

Shen Ji lowered his eyes pitifully, tears welling up in his eyes. This child is so good; his crying scenes are all Oscar-worthy.

"I miss my mom. When she was still alive, she always slept with me."

"Waaaaah, I'm afraid to sleep alone."

Shen Jiyuan's dark eyes paused, a complex emotion flashing across their deep depths.

He pursed his lips. "I'll have Uncle Zhong accompany you..."

"I don't want to!" Shen Ji burst into tears. He ran over and hugged Shen Jiyuan's leg. "Waaah, you're my dad, why don't you sleep with me? Waaah... Don't you really love me?"

"You'll have to send me to an orphanage like Grandpa did, waaaah..."

Although the boy's heart-wrenching cries were making Shen Jiyuan's eardrums ring, Shen Jiyuan, unusually, did not throw the boy out in a bad mood.

Deep within his dark eyes, glimmers of light flickered incessantly.

After a moment of silence, he lifted the person off the ground and shoved them onto the floor like a radish. "I'm a germaphobe and I'm not used to sleeping with other people. You'll have to sleep by yourself."

Shen Jicai didn't believe his nonsense. "You're lying! Why do you like being with Aunt Qingqing so much... mmm!"

Shen Jiyuan angrily covered his mouth, "Shut up! Who taught you to say such things?!"

Shen Ji replied innocently, "My maternal grandfather."

Shen Jiyuan sneered, "Your grandfather is about to send you to an orphanage, why would he tell you these things?"

Shen Jidao said, "He told my aunt, uh, you know, the chubby boy's mom. I overheard them talking. I also heard my grandfather say that she should learn from Aunt Qingqing and seduce you."

Shen Jiyuan: "..."

He couldn't take it anymore and didn't want to listen to this nonsense.

With a dark expression, he dragged Shen Ji to the next room, threw him onto the bed, and said, "Sleep by yourself!"

"Waaaaah..."

"Shut up!" Shen Jiyuan said coldly. "I won't close the door; you can sleep by yourself!"

Shen Ji sniffed, said "oh," and obediently crawled into bed and lay down.

Shen Jiyuan glanced at him with his eyes down, and seeing that he was no longer causing trouble, he turned off the light for him and left the room.

Back in his room, Shen Jiyuan noticed several unread messages on his phone, sent by Qingqing.

A slight smile unconsciously crept onto his lips as he picked up his phone and glanced at it: "[Brother, why are you sending me another gift? I told you not to spend so much. Don't send me such expensive things again.]"

Shen Jiyuan paused for a moment on the screen before typing back: [You're my sister, it's only natural for me to give you things. So, do you like everything?]

Soon, another message came back: [Yes, it's great and I like it very much, thank you, bro.]

Shen Jiyuan replied: [I'm glad you like it.] He was silent for a moment, then replied seriously again: [I'll be at the banquet tomorrow night on time, wait for me.]

The other end quickly replied with a single word: [Okay.]

After that message, the two stopped chatting.

Shen Jiyuan tapped his fingertip lightly, scrolling down the messages. His deep eyes stared at the few messages again and again before he reluctantly put his phone away.

He pursed his lips, opened the bedside table drawer, and carefully took out a string of Buddhist prayer beads. The rich sandalwood scent slowly wafted around his nose, and he paused slightly.

He then put the prayer beads on his wrist before going to bed.

It's 3 a.m.

Shen Ji was shaken awake from bed by Si Jiu: [Host, wake up! Your cheapskate father is asleep!]

He groggily got out of bed, rubbed his eyes, and looked up at the ceiling in a daze. It took him a while to finally come back to his senses.

His eyes lit up: [Asleep? Let's go, let's get down to business!]

After saying that, he slid off the bed in one swift motion, without even putting on his shoes, and quietly took his things and left the room.

Shen Jiyuan's room was next door. The old man kept his word and didn't lock the door. He pushed the door open gently and tiptoed to the bedside.

"Shen Jiyuan?" he called out.

The person on the bed didn't respond. Shen Ji's face lit up with joy, and he scrambled onto the bed on all fours, squatted down next to Shen Jiyuan's head, and called out again, "Shen Jiyuan??"

The person in bed remained motionless.

Shen Ji raised her small hand and slapped the other person across the face, "Shen Jiyuan, wake up! I'll beat you up!"

Shen Jiyuan remained silent.

Shen Ji finally breathed a sigh of relief and gave Si Jiu a thumbs up: "These sleeping pills are really great!"

Shijiu proudly raised her head: 【Of course! Anything produced by the system is guaranteed to be top-notch! Absolutely!】

Shen Ji quickly took out the clippers that Si Jiu had given him and held them up to Shen Jiyuan's thick head: "Hey, help me catch his hair, this old guy is a germaphobe, don't spill it on the bed."

Shiku raised her paw and made an OK sign.

Shen Ji chuckled wickedly, then turned on the electric clippers and started shaving them off Shen Jiyuan's head.

Ten minutes later, Shen Ji looked at the shiny braised egg head and nodded in satisfaction.

Yeah, that's great.

If this old man stops supporting him, he'll become a hairdresser.

【Host, paint.】

Shen Ji took the paint from Si Jiu and quickly dotted six spots on Shen Jiyuan's shiny bald head.

[Tsk tsk tsk.] He nodded in satisfaction: [That's more like a Buddhist disciple!]

Si Jiu urged, "Host, should I take a picture of him? That'll be our leverage. If he ever dares to abandon you or abuse you, we can use that to blackmail him!"

Shen Ji nodded and said, "That makes sense. Take a picture, a 360° shot from every angle!"

Sijiu chuckled lewdly: 【Alright!】