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

A fleeting glint of darkness crossed Shen Jiyuan's eyes. His gaze swept over Shen Ji's face before quickly lowering to look at the object in his hand.

His thin lips parted slightly, a hint of playful inquiry in them, "Cathione?"

Shen Ji blinked, his expression unchanged, and replied with the formula, "My mother told me."

Shen Jiyuan: "..."

After a moment of silence, he sighed.

Never mind, he's probably overthinking it.

No matter what, that brat is still a three-year-old child. Although he... sometimes doesn't act like a child, that's definitely because he has good genes!

So what if his son is a little smarter?

What's wrong with being a little strange?

What's wrong with being a little dog-like?

That way you won't be bullied!

Surely it can't really be because he didn't drink the Meng Po soup, as this brat says?

Shen Jiyuan raised an eyebrow and asked, "What else did your mother tell you?"

Shen Ji said solemnly, "My mother said that she and I are both successors of socialism. We were born under the red flag and grew up in the spring breeze, so we must always be upright and honest."

"A wise person knows what to do and what not to do; everyone has a responsibility to combat criminals!"

"Dad, we must help Uncle Zhao and his group to root out these bad apples!"

Shen Jiyuan was taken aback.

Xie Wujie, standing behind Shen Jiyuan, was also stunned. He never expected that he would hear those words again in his life, spoken by a three-year-old child.

He subconsciously lowered his eyes and looked at the radish head, which was only about the height of his calves.

This child... has potential.

Shen Jiyuan flicked his forehead in annoyance. "Alright, that's enough. These are adult matters, matters for the police. Why are you, a little kid, worrying about so much?"

Shen Ji said seriously, "Parents are the best teachers for their children. As a child, I should actively face and pay attention to events that establish correct values ​​and guide us to be positive."

"This is beneficial to my growth."

"Hmph," Shen Ji said disdainfully, "I can't possibly follow your love-struck brain, can I?"

"If I ever become a love-struck madman, I'd rather be dead now~"

Shen Jiyuan: "..."

His face darkened, and he said irritably, "I said that's enough."

"Tch." Shen Ji said earnestly, "Son, I'm doing this for your own good. You're such a fine young man, what couldn't you do better?"

Why waste time and energy on a relationship that has no future?

"Hmph, I'm asking you, do you know what goes well with red beans?"

Shen Jiyuan looked at him warily, feeling that this kid was setting a trap for him.

But seeing Shen Ji's earnest attempt to persuade him, his heart softened again. This was the first time in so many years that someone had so earnestly tried to persuade him.

He hesitated for a moment before finally saying, "Longing?"

Shen Ji nodded, "That's right, red beans go well with longing."

"Do you know what goes well with mung beans?"

"A turtle?"

"That's right." Shen Ji said earnestly, "Dad, when you grow up, you will know that red beans go well with love, and green beans go well with turtle. Love is worthless, while turtle costs eighty-eight yuan a pound."

Shen Jiyuan, puzzled, asked, "So?"

"The taste of lovesickness is bitter, but turtle is a great tonic," Shen Ji concluded definitively. "Therefore, even dogs won't eat lovesickness."

Shen Jiyuan: "..."

Shen Ji patted his shoulder with his free hand. "Old Deng, stop being lovesick. Have something good to eat. I'll have Grandpa Butler buy you a turtle to nourish you tomorrow."

Shen Jiyuan's lips twitched as he slapped his hand away.

Put it down...?

He unconsciously pondered for a moment, wondering if he really was a simp, just like this brat said.

After thinking it over, he suddenly realized that Shen Ji seemed to be right about everything.

Yun Qingqing and he were not biological siblings. Qingqing was three years younger than him and came to their family when she was ten years old.

He did have siblings, so when Qingqing came to their house, he genuinely treated her like a younger sister.

But... when did the feelings change?

Shen Jiyuan was momentarily bewildered.

He discovered that he couldn't remember why he had such filthy thoughts about his sister.

He was like a rat hiding in a gutter, harboring all sorts of dark thoughts, yet lacking the courage to expose them all.

But Shen Jiyuan thought that if it weren't for Shen Ji's arrival, one day, the sins that kept growing in his chest would have pushed him into an abyss of no return.

But fate was so kind to him.

An accident four years ago gave him a son.

Heaven sent Shen Ji to his side.

This kid shot into his heart like a rocket, and then exploded into a cluster of brilliant flowers in his heart cavity.

The dazzling and brilliant flowers that sprayed out completely dispelled the countless darkness and sins in his heart.

What remained was a clear, bright moon and starry sky amidst brocade clouds.

Although Shen Ji had only been by his side for a short time, it seemed like he hadn't thought about or struggled with the so-called word "relationship" for a very long time.

Shen Jiyuan had never felt so refreshed. He smiled unconsciously and nodded, saying, "Okay, I'll have Uncle Zhong go buy turtles tomorrow."

Shen Ji was stunned for a moment, then narrowed her eyes and looked at him suspiciously, "Are you out of your mind?"

Shen Jiyuan: "..."

He really couldn't be too gentle with this kid!

Twenty minutes later.

A police car pulled up in a parking space not far behind them.

Zhao Tong and another man they didn't recognize got out of the car and quickly came to their side.

"Old Shen!" Zhao Tong looked at him seriously, "You just said..."

Shen Jiyuan nodded. "It was Xiaoji who discovered it."

Zhao Tong nodded and pointed to the man next to him, introducing him as, "This is Xing Zhong, the captain of the anti-drug squad."

"Hello, Mr. Shen," Xing Zhong said, extending his hand.

Shen Jiyuan raised his hand and shook hands with him, "Captain Xing, hello."

Xing Zhongdao asked, "Where did you find it? Can I take a look?"

Shen Jiyuan hummed in agreement and patted Shen Ji's head. "Son, give the things to the police officer."

Shen Ji nodded. "Uncle Xing, here you go."

Xing Zhong put on gloves and took the item. The more he looked at it, the more serious and cold his expression became. He turned to Shen Jiyuan and asked, "Mr. Shen, may I ask where you found this?"

Shen Ji pointed to the palm tree next to him and said, "Uncle Xing, the plastic ball in your hand was found inside an Ultraman's body. Ultraman was stuck in that palm tree."

"As for what's in the bag," he pointed to the little corgi next to him, "this shorty brought it for me."

The corgi protested, "Woof woof woof!"

Sijiu silently translated: [It said you're the shorty, your whole family are shorties.]