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

Shen Jiyuan's gaze darkened, and he fell silent, saying nothing more.

Lu Nian on the phone didn't urge him anymore, quietly waiting for his answer. For a moment, only the low breathing of the two people could be heard on both ends of the phone.

After what seemed like an eternity, Shen Jiyuan finally spoke indifferently, "Come directly to my house at ten o'clock tomorrow morning." He paused, then added, "You know so much about my affairs, you should know where I live, right?"

Lu Nian smiled and said, "Of course, I will definitely be there on time."

After hanging up the phone, Shen Jiyuan frowned involuntarily. After thinking for a moment, he still called Zhao Tong.

Zhao Tong seemed to be in a hurry, doing something at the moment. He only hurriedly said "I understand" and then hung up the phone.

Shen Jiyuan was somewhat confused. He turned to look at Shen Ji, who shrugged as well.

After staring at each other for a moment, Shen Jiyuan simply lifted Shen Ji off the sofa and shoved him into the stroller like a radish. "Let's go home."

Shen Ji asked in surprise, "You're not going to work anymore?"

Shen Jiyuan said, "Anyway, I have nothing to do. It's Friday today, so let's just consider it an early holiday."

Shen Ji responded with an "oh," then suddenly remembered the invitation and asked, "Dad, are you going to prepare a gift for Uncle Yu?"

Shen Jiyuan was stunned for a moment, and only then did he belatedly realize that he had remembered the invitation from the Yu family.

He stroked his chin. "Good lad, you really reminded me." He grabbed his coat from the back of the chair and draped it over his arm, pushing the cart with one hand and making a phone call with the other.

After the father and son left the company, Xie Wujie was already waiting for them downstairs.

Shen Jiyuan actually had a driver, but he didn't really like having a driver.

He dislikes the presence of strangers, and his car is his absolute private space. Unless necessary, he drives himself.

Now that he's hired a bodyguard for Xiao Biga, he can't let Xie Wujie drive a car and follow them.

He simply tossed the keys to Xie Wujie, letting the other party drive the car, while he and Shen Ji sat in the back like royalty.

Shen Ji felt a little regretful about this; alas, it seemed his grand plan to ruin his father was doomed to fail halfway through.

[Hey, did you let Harden block the points deduction message?]

【……Um.】

【That's good. Once he accumulates 36 points, release all the text messages to him. Tsk tsk tsk, I've heard driving tests are hell. Old Deng's resolve is so weak, let him go to hell and be tempered.】

【…】

Shen Jiyuan gave Xie Wujie an address, and the car drove all the way out of the city to the Hanhai Antique Market in the southern suburbs.

Shen Ji asked curiously, "Dad, what are we doing here?"

Shen Jiyuan casually replied, "Pick a gift."

Shen Ji blinked; it turned out he was picking out a gift for that uncle from the Yu family.

After parking the car, the three of them got out, and Shen Ji then realized that what was in front of him was a solemn and magnificent courtyard house.

The two stone lions at the entrance of the courtyard house are majestic and solemn. The three gilded characters "Jingyueju" above the gate are both grand and unrestrained, showing that the calligrapher must have had excellent calligraphy skills.

Shen Jiyuan patted Shen Ji on the head and said with a smile, "Go, knock on the door."

Shen Ji didn't refuse. He ran to the gate and started banging on it.

But he was too small and weak. His little hands patting the door were like tickling an itch, and didn't have any effect on knocking.

Shen Ji paused, hands on hips: [Hey, do you have a hammer to knock on the door?]

Yes, I do have it, but how can I give it to you?

Why don't you just put it in my bag?

[Your bag only has two things in it, and suddenly a hammer appears. How do you explain that?]

[Either my godfather gave it to me, or the butler gave it to me, or I just took it from my dog ​​dad's den. There are so many reasons, anything will do.]

【…】

Si Jiu's lips twitched as she put a small hammer in his bag. Shen Ji happily took the hammer out of his backpack and started banging it against the door again.

His banging was so loud it sounded like drums on an ancient battlefield, startling Shen Jiyuan and Xie Wujie, who had just walked up behind him.

Shen Jiyuan curiously took the hammer from his hand. "Where did this come from?"

How come this looks so much like the wooden fish hammer you get from chanting sutras?

Shen Ji said proudly, "It was given to me by my dog ​​dad!"

Shen Jiyuan put his hands behind his back. "Heh, really? Confiscated."

Shen Ji: "..."

Xie Wujie glanced at the father and son silently, then looked away, thinking to himself: Who said Shen Jiyuan was a celibate Buddhist monk?

Isn't that pretty shameless?

A moment later, the door to Jingyue Residence was opened from the inside. A middle-aged man in a Tang suit glanced at the three of them, and when his gaze fell on Shen Jiyuan, his expression immediately changed. He exclaimed in surprise, "Young Master Shen, what brings you here?"

Shen Jiyuan smiled and said, "Uncle Sun, long time no see. I came to Grandpa Lou's place to find some things."

Uncle Sun smiled and stepped aside, gesturing for Mr. Shen to come in. "Oh, is that so? Then please come in, Mr. Shen."

Shen Jiyuan picked Shen Ji up from the ground. Although his movements were still stiff, it was much better than when he had thrown the person to the ground earlier.

Shen Ji put his arm around Shen Jiyuan's neck, and the three of them followed the man into the courtyard. They then walked through the winding corridors before finally arriving at the main hall at the back.

Uncle Sun said to the group, "Young Master Shen, please have a seat. I'll go and fetch the old man right away."

Shen Jiyuan didn't say anything, just hummed in response.

Not long after Uncle Sun left, a servant brought up tea and placed a cup in front of each person.

Shen Ji immediately recognized the aroma; this tea was actually the finest Junshan Silver Needle.

His eyes lit up, and he reached out to grab the cup.

Seeing his greedy look, Shen Jiyuan asked curiously, "What, do you like tea?"

Shen Ji nodded in agreement.

Shen Jiyuan raised an eyebrow. "Do you know what kind of tea this is?"

Shen Ji finally picked up the cup. The tea wasn't too hot, just right for drinking. After taking a sip, his eyes lit up again. "This is top-grade Junshan Silver Needle tea, priceless!"

Shen Jiyuan was genuinely surprised that this little rascal actually knew.

"You know tea?"

Shen Ji used a universal formula: "My mother taught me this."

Shen Jiyuan: "..."

He'd heard that so many times he was sick of it.

But the more Shen Ji talked, the more he couldn't help but marvel at just how amazing Su Qian was.

Why is the Su Qian described by Shen Ji so different from the Su Qian described by others?

She could die inexplicably, seemingly not very bright, yet she could teach a three-year-old child to be so knowledgeable, insightful, and... so mentally unstable.