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

In the past, Shen Jiyuan would almost always drink some alcohol when attending banquets, so he would usually go straight to rest when he got home.

But now that Shen Ji was there, he naturally declined all the wine.

This was the first time he had returned home so lucid.

Although the villa is large, it was usually very quiet with hardly anyone around.

Now that there were suddenly many people, he heard a noisy commotion as soon as he came out of the study.

Among the sounds were the cries of the peony, the annoying laughter of Shen Ji, and the occasional chuckles of Chen Yang and Uncle Zhong.

The house, which used to be as quiet as still water, now seemed to have been hit by a deep-sea torpedo.

Ripples rising from the depths of tranquility struck his heart again and again.

In the past, he would have found it annoying.

But now, looking at the lively crowd downstairs, he couldn't feel agitated at all; in fact, he even felt a strange sense of peace.

Shen Jiyuan's lips unconsciously curled slightly, and a complex emotion, which he himself did not realize, flashed deep in his eyes.

He took a deep breath, lazily walked downstairs, bent down, and scooped Xiao Biga up from the ground.

Shen Ji was held up in front of Shen Jiyuan like a toy. He kicked his legs and cried, "Old Deng, let me go!"

Shen Jiyuan slapped him on the butt. "You have no manners." His gaze then fell to Shang Yao, who was sobbing uncontrollably, and he frowned, asking, "What did you do?"

Shen Ji crossed his arms and said, "I didn't do anything."

"Why is Peony crying if she didn't do anything wrong?"

"Does a child's crying need a reason, just like a simp's affection?"

"..."

Shen Jiyuan felt that this kid was implying something about him, but he didn't have any evidence.

He dragged the person to the dining table with a disgruntled expression, shoved them into the high chair like a radish, and then said to Shang Yao, who was being comforted by Chen Yang, "Come and eat."

Upon hearing the word "eat," Shang Yao's crying subsided somewhat.

He jumped off the sofa and ran over, pulling out a chair and sitting down.

As soon as Uncle Zhong brought out the bowl, he eagerly snatched it and started shoveling rice into his mouth.

Although he was three years older and taller than Shen Ji, so he didn't need a high chair, the table was still too high for him. He could barely reach it, but couldn't reach the food.

Shang Yao's eyes reddened with anxiety as he looked at Shen Jiyuan pleadingly, "Uncle Shen, I want to eat meat."

Shen Jiyuan: "..."

His lips twitched, and he pushed the plate of braised beef in front of him towards him.

At this moment, Shang Yao's mind was filled with Shen Ji's words, "You won't grow taller~ You won't grow taller~", and he didn't care about etiquette at all.

He grabbed the meat and stuffed it into his mouth.

Shen Jiyuan was speechless. "Doesn't your uncle feed you?"

Without even looking up, Shang Yao stuffed another piece of meat into his mouth.

Shen Jiyuan: "..."

He squinted at Shen Ji, "What's wrong with him?"

Shen Ji shrugged innocently, "Maybe they just think our family's food is delicious."

Shen Jiyuan looked at him suspiciously.

Shen Ji also picked up a large shrimp for himself and ate it happily, ignoring Lao Deng.

After dinner, the doorbell rang suddenly. Uncle Zhong opened the door and found a middle-aged man standing outside, whom he recognized.

Wang Cheng, the steward of the Lu family.

"Old Zhong," Wang Cheng said with a smile as he dragged two suitcases in, "Our young master asked me to bring over some of the young master's change of clothes and toys."

Uncle Zhong glanced down at the two boxes at his feet, somewhat speechless.

Wang Cheng patted his shoulder with a smile, "Then we'll leave our young master in your care. Thank you for your hard work. I'll treat you to a meal another day."

Uncle Chung: "..."

"Do you think I need a bite of your food?" He looked at Wang Cheng, who had a gloating expression on his face, and slammed the door shut.

Shen Jiyuan said to Shang Yao, "Shaoyao, go and tidy up in your room with your butler grandfather."

Shang Yao ate a bit too much for dinner. If Shen Jiyuan hadn't stopped him, he probably would have finished the braised beef on his plate.

Right now, it's lying on the sofa like a little dead dog, staring blankly at the ceiling.

They didn't care about etiquette at all.

Shen Jiyuan: "..."

Uncle Zhong smiled and said, "Let him lie down, I'll go tidy up for him."

After saying that, he picked up his suitcase and went upstairs.

【Host, Lu Nian is here!】

【Um? 】

Shen Ji, who had been playing on his phone on the sofa, suddenly looked up in surprise and asked, "Where are you?"

The signal source was right behind the villa; they were probably afraid of the Shen family's security system, so they didn't dare sneak in.

Shen Ji blinked, tossed his phone aside, and jumped off the sofa. "Dad, I'm going outside to play for a while."

Shen Jiyuan grabbed him by the back of the neck, "Are you crazy? What are you doing out there so late at night?"

"Hurry up and go upstairs to wash up and get ready for bed."

Shen Ji flared his arms and legs, pointed at Shang Yao's big head and said, "Shaoyao ate too much, I'm taking him out to digest. I can't let someone else's child die on the first day of raising him, can I?"

Shang Yao: "..."

He no longer had the strength to correct the name.

Shen Jiyuan said irritably, "Isn't that all because of you?"

He knew without even thinking that it must have been this kid's doing.

Shen Ji broke free from his grasp, grabbed Shang Yao by the collar and pulled him off the sofa. "Oh, Dad, don't worry, we'll just play in the yard for a while, we won't go far."

Shen Jiyuan wasn't worried about them running around.

After all, they probably can't open the gate to the courtyard either.

Thinking that there shouldn't be any danger since they were at home, he said, "No playing in the mud!"

Shen Ji said "oh" and dragged Shang Yao out of the courtyard.

Shang Yao was already full, and after being dragged around like this, his stomach was churning.

"yue..."

Before he could even open his mouth, Shen Ji's sinister voice rang in his ear, "Brother Peony, if you vomit on me, I'll stuff Ye Ye's dog poop into your mouth in a minute."

Shang Yao: "..."

He was certain that Shen Ji, that lunatic, was capable of doing something so despicable!

He quickly covered his mouth, nodding with a pale face.

Shen Ji smiled and patted his shoulder on tiptoe, "Brother Peony, let's go plant flowers in the backyard."

Shang Yao refused outright and turned to leave.

Shen Ji shook his fist and said, "Brother Peony, if you don't understand that I want money, I actually know a little bit about martial arts."

Shang Yao: "..."

He suddenly remembered how this kid had pinned the chubby Chi Shi to the ground and made him walk.

His expression immediately hardened, and he said coldly, "Do you have flower seeds?"

Shen Ji patted his small bag. "Of course, I brought it all with me."

Shang Yao glanced silently at his small bag. "Are you sure?"

"This is Doraemon's bag, it has everything, don't worry."

Shang Yao fell silent.

Seeing that he no longer objected, Shen Ji casually picked up the small shovel that Uncle Zhong had left in the yard, shoved it into his hand, and then said triumphantly, "Let's go!"

Shang Yao: "..."

He had a feeling that something was wrong.