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

"Okay," Shen Jiyuan's voice came from the side, "I'll come over tomorrow."

After a brief call, Shen Jiyuan hung up, but his expression turned even more grim.

The coldness in his eyes was like a knife wrapped in ice, making one feel uneasy.

Shen Ji crossed her arms and chuckled coldly, "What, going to be a simp again?"

Shen Jiyuan ignored him and instead asked Uncle Zhong, "Uncle Zhong, what about that ruby ​​necklace I asked you to put away last time that I won at auction?"

Uncle Zhong sighed and said, "It's stored in the storage room. Does the young master want it now?"

Shen Jiyuan said, "Help me take them out and pack them properly. Oh, right, call Wei Yueling and ask her to send over the dress I ordered last time. Oh, and the bag too...blah blah blah."

Si Jiu mentally scoffed, "[He's going to become a spendthrift again. This old man will squander this whole family sooner or later! Beat him up! This will all be your property in the future. What will you do if he wastes it all?]"

Shen Ji chuckled coldly: "[Get me a sleeping pill, the kind that makes me sleep like a log, and a hair clipper, the kind that's fast and easy to use!]"

Shijiu was taken aback: [What are you going to do?]

[Hehehe...] Shen Ji laughed slyly: [You'll find out then.]

Si Jiu's eyes darted around, and he roughly understood his purpose. He rubbed his paws together and said lewdly, "I have some paint in my space that won't wash off for a month. Want me to get you some?"

Shen Ji gave him a thumbs up: "That's why you're my good brother! Come on."

Si Jiu quickly retrieved everything from the system space. He was here on vacation, not for a mission, so Shen Ji didn't need to do any missions to earn points to exchange for items.

He can exchange points for the items in the lower-level mall himself, and he doesn't lack those points now; he just considers it a little less pocket money.

After acknowledging him as his son, Shen Jiyuan simply handed him over to Uncle Zhong.

He treated Shen Ji like an adopted pet; when he was happy, he would give him a nice look and make him laugh, but when he was unhappy, he wouldn't even bother to look at him.

After lunch, Shen Jiyuan went to his study alone and didn't come out for the rest of the afternoon.

Shen Ji was a little bored at home, mainly because no one had given him a tablet or cell phone at his age; he only had a cute phone watch on his wrist.

Uncle Zhong turned on the TV for him, but it was either cartoons or various melodramatic soap operas.

He was so sleepy watching it.

Later, he couldn't stand it anymore, so he simply jumped off the sofa, rolled up his sleeves, and wanted to cause trouble for Shen Jiyuan.

But just as he reached out to push open the study door, he was suddenly lifted into the air. Uncle Zhong hurriedly covered his mouth and carried him away from the door.

"Oh dear young master!" Uncle Zhong said, trembling with fear. "You must not disturb him when he is in the study."

"He'll be angry."

Shen Ji narrowed his eyes. "What's he doing in there? Is he playing with his little bird?"

Uncle Zhong was stunned for a moment before he realized what he was talking about.

His old face flushed red, and he quickly covered Shen Ji's mouth again, "Young Master, you...you...who taught you to say such things? Don't say such things again!"

Shen Ji snorted, "Isn't he supposed to be a cold and aloof Buddhist monk? Why would he do something like this, stealing chickens and begging?"

Uncle Zhong simply carried him to the yard, put a small shovel in his hand, and changed the subject, saying, "If the young master is bored, come and plant flowers with me."

Shen Ji threw down the shovel in her hand with a snap and ran inside on her short legs, shouting, "I don't want to! I want to play with the birds too!"

"That Shen Jiyuan, he never even includes me when he's out birdwatching!"

Uncle Zhong, his face flushed, chased after him, "Young Master, you...you must stop talking!"

Don't let the fact that this little guy is only three years old fool you; his short legs are incredibly fast. He ran to the study door and started banging on it, shouting, "Shen Jiyuan! Shen Jiyuan, come out here!"

"I know you're playing with the birds in there, I want to play with them too!"

"Open the door!"

When Uncle Zhong came running over, panting, the study door was flung open amidst Shen Ji's loud shouts. Shen Jiyuan, his face grim, lifted him up from the ground. "What's all the noise about?"

Shen Ji, his short legs flapping like a frog, cried out, "I want to play with the bird!"

Shen Jiyuan was taken aback. "What bird?"

"I saw it all!" Shen Ji said matter-of-factly, "There are birds in your room!"

Shen Jiyuan said with a stern face, "You've got it wrong. Go play in the living room. If you make any more noise, I'll throw you out."

Shen Ji burst into tears, "Waaaaah, Mommy, my poor Mommy, I'm so miserable! Why did you have to give birth to that scumbag Shen Jiyuan and make me reincarnate? Waaaaah~"

"I don't want to be his son anymore! Mom, please take me away, I want to be reborn as someone else's son."

"Other dads would definitely let me play with the bird~ Waaaaah~~"

Shen Jiyuan: "..."

The veins on his forehead throbbed. "Shut up!"

Shen Ji obediently shut up, blinked at him, and asked, "Then will you let me play with your bird?"

Shen Jiyuan really wanted to throw him out, but looking at his face, he... couldn't bring himself to do it.

He took a deep breath, then picked the person up like a garbage bag and turned to walk into the study, slamming the door shut behind him.

The loud slam of the door startled Uncle Zhong, who was standing there speechless.

But what surprised him even more was that the young master would actually bring the young master into the study.

This is something that has never happened before.

Uncle Zhong, his eyes filled with joy, quietly stepped back and then took out his phone to send a message to his wife.

Inside the room, Shen Jiyuan pointed to a birdcage by the window and said, "Go play by yourself, and don't make a scene!"

On that shelf was a green parrot that he kept, or rather, it wasn't quite his; Qingqing had left it with him a year ago.

But Qingqing, with her carefree nature, has probably already forgotten about it.

He kept the bird there, and it became a kind of solace for him.

I just didn't expect this kid to have such sharp eyes that he actually saw it.

Shen Ji entered the study, and stopped making a fuss. He obediently went to the bird stand and looked at the little green parrot. He stretched out a finger and teased the parrot, "Little sparrow, come here and give this great master a smile."

The parrot seemed to understand, and chuckled softly in a high-pitched voice, "Hehe~ hehehe~~"

Shen Ji teased him again, "Good bird, come on, say something like my dad."

The parrot tilted its head and thought for a moment, then said in a high-pitched voice, "Ah... um... Qingqing... ahhh..."

Shen Ji was taken aback.

Shen Jiyuan jumped up from the stool, angrily slapping the parrot across the face. "Shut up!"