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

When Shen Jiyuan pushed the stroller into the office, his assistant Sun Mian was startled. "Mr. Shen, who...who is this child?"

"I..." Shen Jiyuan paused, his eyes filled with a complex mix of emotions and hesitation for a long while before he said in a deep voice, "This is my son."

Sun Mian was momentarily stunned. "Huh?"

Shen Jiyuan said coldly, "What 'huh'?" He pushed the stroller he was carrying into the office. "Didn't you say it was something important? Hurry up!"

Sun Mian seemed to only now realize what his boss had said. His eyes widened suddenly. "Mr. Shen, you're saying this is your son?!"

Shen Jiyuan's cold eyes, like blades, stared at him. "Is there a problem?"

Sun Mian immediately jolted awake, shaking his head vigorously like a rattle-drum, "No, no problem!"

"If there's no problem, why aren't you getting to work?"

Sun Mian quickly ran away.

Shen Jiyuan lifted Xiao Biga out of the stroller, planted him on the ground like a radish, and warned, "I need to work now. Play by yourself and don't cause trouble here!"

Shen Ji pouted, "There's nothing in your office, what am I supposed to play with?"

I promised to buy him a phone!

Shen Jiyuan handed him his phone. "I'll have someone buy you a new phone, but the doctor said you can only use it for one hour a day. I'll set a time limit for you."

Shen Ji reluctantly took his phone, turned on the screen, and entered the password with a few quick taps.

Click.

The phone unlocked immediately.

Shen Jiyuan looked at him in surprise, "How did you know my phone password?"

"What's so difficult about that?" Shen Ji snorted. "Don't you simps just like to set all your passwords to your crush's birthday?"

Shen Jiyuan: "..."

He hadn't realized it until the kid pointed it out, and then he suddenly realized that all his passwords were indeed Qingqing's birthday.

Shen Ji waved his hand, "Alright, go to work. How will you support me if you don't earn money?"

Shen Jiyuan: "..."

He retorted sarcastically, "Don't you have a dog dad? If I can't afford to raise you, you can have it take you to eat shit."

Shen Ji: "..."

"Heh," Shen Jiyuan sneered, "What, isn't the shit your dog daddy found hot enough?"

Shen Ji said with a forced smile, "I'll pack some back for you another day. You'll know if it's hot or not once you try it."

Shen Jiyuan: "..."

He was about to speak when there was a knock on the office door. He then let the person go and said in a deep voice, "Come in."

Sun Mian carefully walked in with a document in his hand. "President Shen, this is the cooperation plan with the Huo family, but it seems they have some objections to the distribution of profits and want to revise it."

Shen Jiyuan frowned.

The cooperation with the Huo family was something he had personally negotiated beforehand. Huo Shiyan is not a casual person, so why would he suddenly want to revise the cooperation plan?

He asked, "Did they say why?"

Sun Mian shook his head. "If President Shen has any questions, he can contact President Huo directly."

Shen Jiyuan took over the project and said, "I understand." After a pause, he added, "By the way, go buy me a cell phone, the same model as mine, and while you're at it, take my ID card to get me a parent-child card."

Sun Mian paused for a moment, his gaze involuntarily drifting towards the child playing on his phone on the sofa before quickly looking away and nodding, "Okay."

"I remember there's a bubble tea shop downstairs?" Shen Jiyuan frowned and thought for a moment before saying, "Let's buy one and bring it up."

Sun Mian hesitated, then asked, "Is Mr. Shen going to give it to the young master?"

Shen Jiyuan looked at him. "Is there a problem?"

Sun Mian looked at him with a troubled expression. "President Shen, children this young master shouldn't drink milk tea. It's high in both caffeine and sugar, which is bad for a child's health. Don't you know that?"

Shen Jiyuan: "..."

He slowly raised his eyes and looked at Sun Mian with a cool gaze.

Sun Mian almost bit his tongue. Ugh, ugh, ugh, serves him right for being so quick-tongued!

Just as he was breaking out in a cold sweat from his boss's icy gaze, Shen Jiyuan awkwardly glanced away and asked in a cold voice, "So, what would you like to drink?"

Sun Mian blinked and said, "Of course, it's better for children to drink milk."

Shen Jiyuan immediately said, "Then let's buy milk."

Sun Mian breathed a sigh of relief, smiled and agreed, then turned and walked out of the office.

Shen Jiyuan squinted and looked in Shen Ji's direction. After a moment of silence, he opened his computer webpage and typed in the search bar: What should a three-year-old child eat?

The search results on the web were all a jumbled mess. As Shen Jiyuan looked through them, he unconsciously took notes in a notebook. By the end, he had no idea what he had actually read.

Frustrated, he tossed his laptop aside and shook his head.

Depend on!

Why is he looking at these things?

Let that kid go eat shit with his dog dad!

"dad!"

The crisp sound suddenly interrupted his thoughts, abruptly pulling Shen Jiyuan's wandering mind back to reality.

He turned his head and realized that Shen Ji had somehow ended up next to him.

He said sternly, "What? Didn't I tell you not to bother me?"

Shen Ji handed him the phone. "Your call is here."

Shen Jiyuan was taken aback. He picked up the phone and looked at it, his eyes sharpening.

"Go, get me a glass of water," he ordered Shen Jidao.

Shen Ji let out a sound of surprise.

Shen Jiyuan slapped him on the head. "Go on, it's your responsibility as a son to be filial to your father. Go to the tea room outside."

Before Shen Ji could say anything, he was pushed and walked out of the office suspiciously: [Is this old guy hiding something from me?]

Sijiu said: [Host, do you want to eavesdrop? I can put your call on your watch.]

Shen Ji chuckled: "Yay! If you don't take me to eat shit, I might as well not acknowledge you as my father anymore."

Yoshikawa: [...]

He doesn't eat shit!

Shen Ji took out his earphones from his small bag and put them on. Sure enough, Shen Jiyuan's voice came through them.

He had initially thought the old man was going to call Yun Qingqing behind his back, but to his surprise, the voice on the other end of the line was that of a strange man.

"Old Shen," the man's voice was low, "I can't investigate any further about what you asked me to do."

Shen Jiyuan asked in a calm voice, "Because of the police's involvement?"

The man sighed. "You know, people in our line of work are terrified of running into the police. But I didn't come away empty-handed. What was the name of the woman you were looking for? Right, Su Qian. She definitely didn't die a natural death."

"I've already sent you what I found."

Shen Jiyuan said, "Thank you."

The man chuckled. "I heard you're involved in this too? Isn't your childhood friend in the city's Public Security Bureau? Since he's taken on this case, why don't you just ask him?"

Shen Jiyuan asked, "Does he also have his own principles? Is it true that he can say anything?"

"Alright, I'll treat you to dinner another day. Bye-bye."

"Hey you..."

The bill will be deposited into your card.

"Am I such a petty person?"

"Aren't you one?"

"Okay, I really am."

"Oh."

"Bullshit! Who in the world doesn't love money? You dare say you don't?"

Shen Jiyuan chuckled, "I don't love it, because..."

"?"

"I have a lot of money."

"..."