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

On the way back, Shen Jiyuan, unusually, reverted to his previous aloof and Buddhist demeanor, and didn't say a word.

Shen Ji frowned, looking at his thoughtful expression, and clicked his tongue, saying, "Hey, did I go too far this time? Did Old Deng get scared?"

Shiku said: [It's good that you know.]

Shen Ji clapped his hands and said happily, "That's great! Let's see how this old rascal will talk about love in the future. He'll be scared to death, hahaha!"

Yoshikawa: [...]

Please, have some conscience at least.

While Shen Ji was celebrating happily, Shen Jiyuan's phone suddenly rang. He saw that it was Zhao Tong calling again. He rolled his eyes, but finally answered it anyway.

"Old Shen?" Zhao Tong asked. "Where are you and your nephew? Could I borrow your nephew for a bit?"

Shen Jiyuan's face darkened. "No!"

Why can't you have your own child? What kind of behavior is it to borrow other people's sons all the time?

Zhao Tong said, "If you don't lend it to me, I'll take this one from your house. Let's see how you explain it to Lao Lu afterwards."

"He's the one who shoved him into my house, and you're the one who took him away," Shen Jiyuan said, completely unfazed by the threat. "Why should I give an explanation?"

"None of my business."

Zhao Tong: "..."

"Hey, I'm telling you..." He seemed surprised that Shen Jiyuan would talk to him like that.

He stopped abruptly before he could finish speaking.

Zhao Tong took the phone off his ear and looked at it. It was indeed Shen Jiyuan's call.

The voice is indeed his, but is the person on the other end still Shen Jiyuan?

Would a detached Buddhist monk speak like that?

Zhao Tong hissed, "You're Shen Jiyuan?"

Shen Jiyuan chuckled and said, "I am your father."

……Fine.

He's still that same bastard.

Zhao Tong was too lazy to argue with him. "Where are you? I'm coming to find you right away. Something really has come up."

Shen Jiyuan eventually gave him the address.

He didn't wait at the hospital.

Since there was nothing wrong with his health, he naturally didn't worry unnecessarily. He breathed a sigh of relief and took the opportunity to use this as an excuse to give himself a two-week break.

Ha ha ha.

Anyway, he hasn't been very busy lately. Apart from some issues with the project with Huo Shiyan, he hasn't had much else to do.

After leaving the hospital, he went to a shopping mall owned by the Shen Group nearby. Shen Jiyuan pushed Shen Ji in a stroller and wandered around the mall. Before long, he had bought a lot of things.

Milk tea, fried chicken legs... and so on, are all things that Shen Ji wanted.

Shen Jiyuan certainly didn't dare to give him much to eat, only letting him have a bite or two of everything, and he originally intended to throw away the rest of the snacks.

Hum hum!

Junk food, even a dog wouldn't eat it.

Only a naive and unsophisticated person like Shen Ji would like this kind of stuff.

"Dad." But before he could even move, Shen Ji called out to him sweetly.

Shen Jiyuan subconsciously lowered his eyes to look at him.

Shen Ji beckoned to him with his finger.

Shen Jiyuan frowned. "What is it?"

"Dad, there's something on your face. Come on, look down and I'll show you."

Shen Jiyuan looked at him suspiciously, "You're not lying to me again, are you?"

Shen Ji blinked innocently, "When have I ever lied to you?"

Shen Jiyuan thought to himself, "How many times have you lied to me?"

But then he paused again.

Hmm... If that's the case, this brat probably... hasn't told any lies.

Sometimes, it's just that he overlooks the child's straightforward expression and doesn't believe what they say.

Hey.

He can't be such an unenlightened parent. He still needs to listen to what the child says and what he wants to do. Otherwise, what if he raises his little Biga to become autistic?

As Shen Jiyuan thought about it, he pursed his lips in disdain.

Being pretentious is just being dramatic!

He simply squatted down beside the stroller, raised an eyebrow, and asked, "What is it?"

Shen Ji continued to beckon with her finger, "Dad, can you come closer? I can't reach it."

Shen Jiyuan obediently moved a little closer.

Shen Ji chuckled, "Daddy, ah~~"

Under his guidance, Shen Jiyuan subconsciously uttered, "Ah~~"

Shen Ji quickly grabbed a fried chicken leg from the bag and stuffed it into his mouth, then slapped Shen Jiyuan's face with his greasy little hand, "You old rascal, what are you being so dramatic about~"

Shen Jiyuan: "..."

He knew it! He knew it!!!

Shen Jiyuan's face was so dark it looked like he wanted to kill someone. He quickly pulled out the fried chicken and gritted his teeth, saying, "Shen Ji!! You're dead!!"

Before Shen Jiyuan picked him up and started his rampage, Shen Ji clung tightly to the stroller's railing and grumbled, "Daddy, are you trying to kill me? Can't you at least maintain your aloof, noble Buddhist persona?"

"You're getting more and more irritable!"

"How can one be a Buddhist disciple like this?"

"Hmph, what a disgrace to the Buddha's disciples!"

Shen Jiyuan: "..."

He's increasingly finding it difficult to talk about being called a "Buddha's disciple," a feeling that's both embarrassing and shameful.

He pulled Shen Ji out of the stroller and gave him a good beating before he felt a little better.

"Mommy, Mommy, I want fried chicken legs too!"

Here, a father and son are putting on an unconventional display of 'filial piety,' while just a few steps away, a mother and son are also displaying their deep affection for each other.

The woman who was called "Mom" glared at him and said, "You want to eat farts? Get out of here, or I'll slap you!"

"No, no, Mom, I want fried chicken legs!"

Are you leaving or not?

"Mommy~~ Waaaaah, why can that little brat eat but I can't? Waaaaah, he's so short and thin, and his dad hasn't said anything to him, waaaaah."

Shen Ji: "..."

That brat has some nerve.

Looking at Shen Jiyuan's expensive clothes, and knowing that this was a high-end shopping mall under the Shen Group, the mother naturally didn't think that the person in front of her was an ordinary person.

She quickly covered the child's mouth, and said with an embarrassed smile, "I'm sorry, the child was being disobedient and talking nonsense. I will definitely discipline him properly."

Shen Jiyuan didn't say anything. Compared to Shen Jiqian's rebellious deeds, he felt that the child was already very well-behaved, as he only wanted a fried chicken leg.

He shook his head to indicate that he was fine.

The mother became even more embarrassed and took a brand new bag out of the bag she was carrying and handed it to Shen Jiyuan, saying, "You and your father look so alike."

Shen Jiyuan remained expressionless, but raised an eyebrow with a smug look, then nodded seriously, "Thank you."

His mother glanced at him and said with a smile, "This is the toy my son won in the lottery just now. He was lucky and won two identical sets. I'll give this set to you as my apology."

"If you don't mind, please accept it, sir. It's nothing valuable."

Shen Jiyuan did know that some shops in the mall did indeed hold prize draws.

This floor is where children's toys are sold, so it's not surprising that there are events like this.

He suddenly remembered the old, broken Ultraman figure and some tattered toys in Shen Ji's little schoolbag, and pursed his lips.

It seems he has never bought any toys for Xiao Biga.

He glanced down at Shen Ji, his eyes flickering slightly, then took the toy bag from his mother and said sincerely, "Thank you."

"It's nothing, have fun."

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(My darlings, I passed my driving test! Thank you all for your congratulations! This is the only chapter tonight. I'm working on my driving test questions for the fourth one. My instructor told me I have to take the test tomorrow or the day after, so I don't have time tonight. But I won't stop updating anymore. This thing that has been tormenting me for over a month is finally over. Thank you everyone!)