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

When Sun Mian returned, Shen Jiyuan simply handed Shen Ji over to him, telling him to take him out to play and not to disturb his work.

As an assistant, what could Sun Mian do?

Unable to refuse, yet afraid to resign, she could only grumble behind his back before dutifully leading Shen Ji out.

Shen Jiyuan first called Huo Shiyan to find out why the other party suddenly changed his mind, but the other party didn't say much on the phone, only saying that he wanted to arrange a time to talk in person.

Shen Jiyuan had no choice but to agree to have a meal with the other party another day.

After he finished dealing with everything, he wearily pinched his temples and glanced at the time, only to realize that more than two hours had passed.

It's 12:50 PM now, almost 1 PM.

It was only then that he belatedly realized he had forgotten about Shen Ji's meal.

He himself often eats irregularly when he is busy with work, so he has not felt hungry even after being busy for so long. But it is different for children; they have to eat on time.

Shen Jiyuan quickly picked up the internal phone and called Sun Mian, but found that no one answered the phone at the assistant's desk.

He frowned and dialed Sun Mian's cell phone again.

After a long while, Sun Mian finally answered the phone, "President Shen?"

Shen Jiyuan asked, "Where did you go? Where's my son?"

Sun Mian said, "I brought the young master out for dinner."

"Mr. Shen, you never let us disturb you when you're working, so I didn't dare to knock on the door. It's already this late, and I can't let the young master go hungry, so I just brought him out."

Shen Jiyuan gave a somewhat uneasy "hmm".

This kid, does he just follow whoever gives him a bite to eat?

No wonder he adopted a dog as his father!

Sun Mian was a little unsure of the meaning behind Shen Jiyuan's "hmm," so he paused and asked, "Mr. Shen, should I bring one back for you?"

Shen Jiyuan asked in a deep voice, "What did you eat?"

"The new Chinese restaurant downstairs is pretty good."

"Okay, then bring me one up."

"OK."

After hanging up the phone, Sun Mian wanted to call the waiter over to order a few more dishes, but it was peak dining time and the waiters were busy as bees. He called the waiter several times but no one came.

Helpless, he could only turn to Shen Ji and say, "Young Master, stay here and don't move. I'll go order food for your father."

Shen Ji nodded in agreement.

Sun Mian then got up to find a waiter. Just as he left, a somewhat obese man walked in through the door.

He first glanced around the restaurant, his gaze finally landing on Shen Ji's table. He narrowed his eyes and walked towards it without hesitation.

"Little friend, could I have a tissue?"

Upon hearing the voice, Shen Ji subconsciously looked up and saw a chubby uncle standing next to him, looking at him with seemingly kind eyes and asking questions.

Shen Ji blinked. "Uncle, are you talking to me?"

The man's kind gaze fell silent for a moment, then he smiled and said, "Of course."

Shen Ji responded with an "oh," and then simply said, "That won't do."

man:"……"

His lips twitched involuntarily, and he asked with a forced smile, "Why?"

Shen Ji shoveled a mouthful of rice into his mouth, his lips greasy, and said, "You look like a bad guy. My dad said we can't give anything to bad guys."

man:"……"

A flash of malice crossed his eyes. "Heh, little kid, I'm not a bad person. I'm here to eat just like you. Look at all these people here, what bad things could I possibly do?"

"Then why don't you get the tissues yourself? Why do you have to make me get them for you?" Shen Ji said with an air of superior intelligence, "You can get them by bending down, but I have to stand up and climb on the table to get them for you."

"That doesn't make sense."

"So..." Shen Ji narrowed his eyes, stroking his chin, and said, "You've got ulterior motives! You're such a bad person!"

"..."

The man's smile instantly turned cold, and he glared at Shen Ji with a sinister look. "Little brat, I..."

"Daddy! Daddy, there are bad people here, come save me!" Before he could finish speaking, Shen Ji's loud cry made his face change.

Before he could even look back, he was shot out like a cannonball.

Shen Ji squinted at the person: "Hey, copy down the surveillance footage from here."

Although Si Jiu was in the system space, Shen Ji had stuffed several large chicken drumsticks into his mouth, and he was currently gnawing on them with gusto, his mouth dripping with oil. He said happily, "Alright, host!"

"What are you howling about?"

The familiar voice that suddenly came from above made Shen Ji turn around in surprise.

Sure enough, Shen Jiyuan was already standing at the dining table at some point.

Shen Ji exclaimed in surprise, "Dad, what brings you here?"

Shen Jiyuan glanced at the food on the table, picked him up and threw him inside, "Come and eat."

"Didn't you ask Uncle Sun to pack it for you?"

"The takeout doesn't taste good. Can't I just eat what's on my plate?"

Shen Ji chuckled, "Dad, you don't miss me, do you?"

Shen Jiyuan glanced away. "You little rascal!" he said irritably. "What were you yelling about just now? Kids should maintain table manners when eating out. Don't shout."

Shen Ji said "Oh," and then added, "Dad, a bad uncle tried to kidnap me while I was here alone!"

"Bad uncle?" Shen Jiyuan was taken aback and frowned.

He suddenly remembered the man in black who had been following them that morning, and his deep eyes darkened.

Shen Jidao said, "It wasn't the person from this morning. It was a fat man, about thirty years old, about 175cm tall, and he had a mole on his right cheek."

Seeing how clearly he spoke, even grasping the other person's physical characteristics in a logical manner, Shen Jiyuan's eyes flickered slightly.

He couldn't help but wonder once again if the child was really three years old.

Such words don't sound like something a three-year-old would say.

However, when he looked at Shen Ji's greasy mouth, his eyelids couldn't help but twitch.

He even suspected that the kid hadn't drunk the Meng Po soup, but it seems he was overthinking it.

It's not surprising that Shen Jiyuan's son is smart; if he were stupid, he definitely wouldn't be his son!

Shen Jiyuan patted his head. "Okay, eat your food. I'm going to call Zhao Tong."

Shen Ji hummed in agreement and continued eating his rice while holding his bowl.

After Shen Jiyuan called Zhao Tong, the other party arrived quite quickly.

However, this time he wasn't wearing a uniform, but rather a casual tracksuit. He was tall and slender with a handsome face, and his dignified seriousness was replaced by a more rugged and dashing look.

Shen Jiyuan ate his meal casually, while a bowl of untouched white rice sat opposite him, clearly prepared for Zhao Tong.

Zhao Tong grinned, "Reliable! I'm starving."

Shen Jiyuan scoffed, "What, does your department only make oxen pull the millstone, but not let them eat grass?"

Zhao Tong's lips twitched. "Who the hell are you calling a cow?"

Shen Jiyuan chuckled, "Let whoever is right say so."

Zhao Tong gritted his teeth and pointed at him, "You just wait."

He picked up the glass on the table and gulped down a glass of water before saying, "I'll go check the security footage first. You two better not finish all the food, leave some for me!"

Shen Jiyuan didn't even look up. Shen Ji, who had finished eating and drinking, smiled and said, "Uncle Zhao, Dad added two more dishes for you, don't worry."

Zhao Tong then turned around and went to the front desk with a smug look on his face.

After talking to the receptionist for a while, he returned shortly with a USB drive. "I got the surveillance footage. I'll go to your office to watch it in a bit."

Shen Jiyuan didn't object and just hummed in agreement.

After the three finished their meal, they went straight back to the company. Shen Jiyuan asked Sun Mian, who had returned first, to make tea, and then told Shen Jidao, "There's a rest room inside. If you want to sleep, go inside and sleep."

Shen Ji clung to the table and said, "Dad, I want to see it too!"

Shen Jiyuan narrowed his eyes, surprisingly not objecting. He picked him up and placed him on the stool. "Stand still, and don't cry if you fall."

Shen Ji snorted, "I won't cry! A man doesn't easily shed tears! I'm a true man!"

Watching the father and son interact, Zhao Tong couldn't help but chuckle. "Old Shen, it's only been a day, but you've already developed quite the doting dad vibe."

Shen Jiyuan said coldly, "Are you still going to watch or not?"

Zhao Tong chuckled, plugged the USB drive into the computer, and said, "Look, I'll look now."

He clicked on a file with his mouse and opened a video that he had copied from the restaurant.

After the video finished playing, he turned to Shen Jiyuan and asked, "Do you know him?"

Shen Jiyuan squinted at the fat man in the video and shook his head.

Zhao Tong then asked Shen Ji, "Xiao Ji, do you know him?"

Shen Ji also shook his head.

Zhao Tong said in a deep voice, "I know him."

Shen Jiyuan and Shen Ji were both taken aback and turned to look at him.

Zhao Tong said, "His name is Wei Tian, ​​and he is Sun Huai's cousin from Tianqing Pharmaceutical Factory." He paused, then looked up at the two of them. "The Su family's biggest partner is Tianqing Pharmaceutical Factory."

"And the person who liaised between the Su family and Tianqing Pharmaceutical Factory was Su Qian."