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

"Shen Ji!!!"

The next morning, Shen Ji was awakened by a burst of fury that seemed to pierce the sky.

When he opened his eyes, he was already suspended in the air, facing Shen Jiyuan's face, which was as sinister and furious as the King of Hell.

Shen Ji blinked, then raised his hand in greeting, "Yo, good morning."

Shen Jiyuan gritted his teeth and pointed at his bald head, saying, "Tell me, did you do this?!"

Shen Ji looked up at his shiny, braised-egg-shaped hair, proudly raising his head. "I did it. How's that? Pretty good, right?"

Shen Jiyuan's forehead veins throbbed, and his chest heaved. His face was grim as he said, enunciating each word clearly, "You're dead!"

Shen Ji clutched his bottom, "Hitting a child is domestic violence, it's illegal!"

Shen Jiyuan sneered, "Is that so? If you're so capable, then call the police."

Shen Jidao: 【Oh no, what do we do? I'm going to get a beating!】

Sijiu said: [He seems really angry; your butt is going to be ruined.]

Shen Ji said nonchalantly, "I know you won't just watch me get beaten up, yay! Help me out!"

Yoshikawa: [...]

He picked and chose in the system's store and finally redeemed a squatting top for Shen Ji to wear.

Shen Ji felt as if she were wearing a diaper and asked in bewilderment, "What did you put on me?"

[Sit down, you little pee-pee.]

What is that?

It's a butt cushion; if you put this in, your butt won't hurt.

Shen Ji's mom kissed her: 【Yay! I love you~】

Yoshikawa: [...]

Shen Jiyuan stormed downstairs, carrying Shen Ji in his arms, startling Uncle Zhong and Aunt Zhong who were preparing breakfast downstairs. Uncle Zhong stared in shock at Shen Jiyuan's head and asked, "Young Master, what happened to your hair?"

Shen Jiyuan's face grew increasingly grim. "Uncle Zhong! Go and bring me the family rules!"

Uncle Zhong gave an "oh," turned and took a few steps, then turned back in confusion. "Young Master, what are our family rules?"

Shen Jiyuan: "..."

He roared, "Who cares about anything else, as long as it can beat people up!"

Uncle Zhong glanced at his furious face, then at the pitiful Shen Ji being held in his arms, and hesitated, "Young Master, the young master is only three years old. Making a few small mistakes is just being naughty. Why are you making a scene with him?"

Shen Jiyuan gritted his teeth and pointed to his head, "This is considered a minor mistake?!"

Uncle Chung stared in astonishment at his shiny, braised head.

Shen Jiyuan sneered, "Since it's a minor mistake, let him shave your head too!"

"Ahem," Uncle Zhong said sternly, "Children's mistakes need to be corrected promptly! Otherwise, what will they be like when they grow up? I'm going to get the family discipline right now!"

After saying that, without waiting for Shen Ji to make any excuses, he ran away in a flash.

Shen Ji: "..."

Uncle Zhong searched for a long time but couldn't find any family rules.

Shen Jiyuan retorted angrily, "Don't you know how to go out and buy it?!"

Uncle Zhong said "Oh," and turned to leave.

Without his hair, Shen Jiyuan's head always felt cold. The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. He couldn't wait for Uncle Zhong to come back, so he pressed Shen Ji down on the sofa and gave him a good beating.

The butt cushion that Si Jiu gave him was incredibly useful; he didn't feel any pain at all, but that didn't stop him from pretending.

He screamed in agony, and when Old Deng finished hitting him, his round eyes were red as peaches, and tears were falling down his face. He looked so pitiful.

Seeing him like this, Shen Jiyuan's anger subsided considerably.

He plopped down on the sofa in frustration, wiped his face, turned to look at the silent little Biga lying next to him, and asked coldly, "Why did you shave my head?"

Shen Ji turned his face away and ignored him.

Shen Jiyuan pursed his lips, his fingertips lightly twirling. After a moment, he lifted the person up and said in a gloomy voice, "Speak!"

Shen Ji said with red eyes, "They all say you're a Buddhist disciple, but Buddhist disciples in TV dramas are all bald. You're supposed to be a Buddhist disciple, yet you still have hair. You're not devout at all!"

"Buddha will be angry!"

Shen Jiyuan: "..."

Shen Ji said sadly, "It's one thing to blame you, even if you die a horrible death, I'll still be there to collect your body. But what am I supposed to do now that you've dragged me into this? Waaaaah..."

"I don't even have anyone to collect my body, I haven't even spent all your inheritance, I'm only three years old, why is my life so miserable, waaaaah!"

Shen Jiyuan's eyelids twitched repeatedly.

Shen Ji ignored him, wiped away her tears, and continued to wail and complain pitifully, "I know you only became disillusioned with the world because of Aunt Qingqing. You don't like my mother, and you don't like me either."

"I am the obstacle to your pursuit of Aunt Qingqing."

"But Aunt Qingqing already has a boyfriend! You shameless old man! Do you want to be a mistress and interfere in someone else's relationship?"

Shen Jiyuan's face darkened. "Bullshit! Who said that?"

Shen Ji's argument became increasingly convincing. "Do you even need anyone else to tell you that? Look at what you've done! Even the most devoted admirers in novels aren't as sycophantic as you!"

Shen Jiyuan: "..."

A vein throbbed in his eye. "What does this have to do with you shaving my head?"

Shen Ji moved his arms and legs, "Put me down first!"

Shen Jiyuan squinted at him suspiciously, but finally put him down.

Shen Ji picked up the tablet on the coffee table, tapped on it to open a webpage, and said, "Look, Buddhism says that hair easily gets dirty, so shaving your head symbolizes physical purity, which is the only way to pursue mental purity."

"This is called washing away worldly dust and returning to purity."

"Since you've devoted yourself to Buddhism, why are you still keeping it?"

"Or perhaps..." Shen Ji narrowed her eyes, looking at him suspiciously, "didn't you ever think that being a Buddhist disciple was just a facade, a pretense to wait for a mistress to take your place?"

Shen Jiyuan slapped him on the butt. "What nonsense are you talking about?" He narrowed his eyes. "Who taught you to say these things, kid?"

Shen Ji shrugged. "I saw it on TV."

Shen Jiyuan sneered, "You're not allowed to watch TV dramas anymore!"

Shen Ji said with an "oh," and then added, "Fine, I won't watch it then. The TV is full of lunatics like you; it makes me want to punch them. It's boring, hmph!"

Shen Jiyuan: "..."

He took a deep breath. "Is this all you want to shave my head for?"

Shen Ji turned to look at him, blinked, and said, "Oh, not really. I just don't want you to see Aunt Qingqing."

"Hmph, with your vain look, I wonder how you'll manage to go see Aunt Qingqing bald. She'll definitely laugh you to death, hahaha~"

Shen Jiyuan: "..."

Just as he was about to deal with the man, his phone suddenly rang. Shen Jiyuan glared at him fiercely, pointed to the dining table, and said, "I'll settle the score with you later. Go eat first."

Shen Ji chuckled and ran away, looking anything but pitiful.

Shen Jiyuan answered the phone with a dark expression, "Feed?"

"Old Shen." A familiar voice came from the phone. Shen Jiyuan picked up his phone in surprise, looked at the caller ID, and frowned. "Zhao Tong? Why are you calling me all of a sudden?"

Zhao Tong, the second son of the Zhao family, was his brother who grew up with him.

However, Zhao Tong had no interest in the family business and only wanted to become a policeman. He even went to police academy and is now the captain of the Criminal Investigation Detachment of the Municipal Public Security Bureau.

Zhao Tong's voice was somewhat deep, "Do you know a woman named Su Qian?"