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

Shen Jiyuan was taken aback, his deep eyes pausing slightly. He asked in a low voice, "You could say we know each other, what's wrong?"

Zhao Tong said in a deep voice, "We received an anonymous report that the deceased, Su Qian, did not die of illness, but was murdered. While investigating her relationships, we discovered that she... had something to do with you?"

Zhao Tong asked, somewhat puzzled, "Didn't you always say you were indifferent to women? How did you get involved with the Su family girl?"

A flicker of surprise crossed Shen Jiyuan's eyes. "Not from illness? Then... how did she die?"

"I can't tell you that yet," Zhao Tong said. "Are you free? We need to take a statement. Shall I come to your house?"

Shen Jiyuan frowned and said in a deep voice, "Fine, I'm at home, come on over."

Zhao Tong hummed in agreement and then hung up the phone.

Shen Jiyuan stared at the disconnected phone, his already furrowed brows deepening even further.

He walked to the dining table with a grim face, pulled out a chair and sat down next to Shen Ji, turning to look at him and asking, "Shen Ji, how... how did your mother, Su Qian, die?"

Shen Ji was stunned for a moment, then looked up from the plate and said, "My maternal grandfather said he died of illness."

He genuinely didn't know how Su Qian died. Although he had read the entire plot of the novel, Su Qian was a dead person from the very beginning, a complete cannon fodder extra.

It wasn't said how he died.

He is also a cannon fodder character in the book, which is entirely about Yun Qingqing's love story.

His father, a Buddhist monk, was also a villain who broke up a loving couple, so their storyline didn't even exist in the original book.

"Died of illness?" Shen Jiyuan frowned again. "What illness did she have?"

How would he know that?

When Shen Ji transmigrated, Su Qian had already died, and the seventh day after her death had passed.

The book doesn't mention what illness she had; it just glossed over it.

Shen Ji shook his head blankly.

But... judging from the few scattered memories left to him by the original owner, he definitely doesn't believe the theory of dying from illness.

Judging from the typical melodramatic writing style, he felt that Su Qian's death was definitely related to the Su family.

Shen Jiyuan withdrew his gaze and calmly uttered an "oh".

Shen Ji squinted at him. Why was this old man suddenly concerned about Su Qian's death?

Could there be another reason for Su Qian's death?

"Dad, why are you suddenly asking this?" Shen Ji asked.

Shen Jiyuan did not answer his question, but only said, "She is your mother after all. I'm just asking if there's a problem. Alright, eat your food."

Shen Ji's eyes flashed; there was something wrong, definitely something wrong.

However, he didn't continue asking questions, but instead buried his head and ate the meat bun again.

Shen Jiyuan handed him the milk next to him. "Drink the milk. Look at you, you're as small as a dung beetle. I'm 189cm tall, you should at least be over 185cm, right?"

"If you're not even as tall as a dog in the future, don't say you're my son."

Shen Ji: "..."

His lips twitched. "I'm only three years old, I haven't even developed yet! What's the rush?"

He was 186cm tall in his past life, and with such good genes in this life, he doesn't believe he won't grow taller!

"I'm not in a hurry," Shen Jiyuan chuckled. "Anyway, it's not me who won't grow tall enough to get married in the future."

Shen Ji: "..."

He angrily picked up the milk, gulped it down, and slammed the empty cup on the table. "Tch, at least I won't be a simp anymore."

Shen Jiyuan: "..."

The father and son chatted away as they talked, and by the time Uncle Zhong returned, they had almost finished eating.

Shen Jiyuan glanced at the umbrella in Uncle Zhong's hand, raised an eyebrow, and asked, "Is it raining outside?"

Uncle Zhong nodded. "Yes, young master."

Seeing the wooden ruler in his hand, Shen Jiyuan smiled sinisterly and beckoned to Uncle Zhong, "Hehe, what's that saying again? Beating a child on a rainy day, you might as well do something else."

"Uncle Zhong, bring me the ruler."

Uncle Zhong coughed lightly, "Young Master, this..."

"So you shaved your head too?"

Uncle Zhong quickly handed over the ruler.

Shen Ji: "..."

Have you lost all sense of loyalty?

Shen Jiyuan, like the King of Hell, with a sinister grin, dragged Shen Ji onto the sofa and beat him again, "You brat, if you dare cause trouble again, this is what will happen to you!"

Shen Ji rolled around on the sofa like an eel, "Isn't this all for your own good? You simp, you'll end up with nothing! Don't squander all my money!"

Shen Jiyuan sneered, "That's my property, what's it to you?"

Shen Jidao said, "What's yours is mine!"

Shen Jiyuan was about to speak when the doorbell suddenly rang.

Uncle Zhong could also see that the young master didn't really intend to hit anyone. He wielded the ruler with great force, but the force when it landed on the young master was like a mosquito bite.

He smiled with relief. It was good that the young master finally seemed more human in front of him.

He smiled, turned around, and went to open the door.

"Young Master Zhao?" Uncle Zhong was taken aback when he saw the newcomer.

Zhao Tong smiled. "Uncle Zhong, is there any breakfast left at home?"

Uncle Zhong hurriedly welcomed the man in, only to find that a young man had come with him.

Zhao Tong introduced, "This is our colleague Chen Dong from the police station. Uncle Zhong, you can just call him Xiao Chen."

Uncle Zhong greeted Chen Dong with a smile and welcomed him in.

As soon as Zhao Tong entered the room, he saw a shiny, braised man's head and was stunned.

When he recognized the person as Shen Jiyuan, his eyes widened in disbelief. "Holy crap, Shen Jiyuan, why did you shave your head?!"

Shen Jiyuan: "..."

After a moment of surprise, Zhao Tong grinned and burst into laughter. "Holy crap, Shen Jiyuan, you're really going to become a monk?"

Shen Jiyuan glared at him. "Laugh again and I'll knock your teeth out and feed them to the dogs!"

Zhao Tong laughed even louder and waved to Uncle Zhong, "Uncle Zhong, beef buns, please."

Uncle Zhong hummed in agreement and turned to go to the kitchen.

Shen Jiyuan said with a dark face, "You came here just for a meal?"

"What's the rush? Public servants aren't superhuman; they need to eat and drink their fill to have the energy." The moment he turned his head, his gaze suddenly met that of Little Bige on the sofa.

He was startled again, and only then did he notice that there was a child behind Shen Jiyuan.

But the more the child looked at him, the more familiar he seemed.

After watching for a while, he suddenly widened his eyes. This kid looked almost exactly like Shen Jiyuan when he was a child!

He stared wide-eyed in disbelief. "Shen Jiyuan, this isn't your son, is it?"

Shen Jiyuan gave a light hum, then said impatiently, "Are you here to gossip or to do something serious? Hurry up, I have to go out."

"Holy crap!" Zhao Tong exclaimed in surprise. "It's only been a short time since I last saw you, and your son is already so big?"

"Who gave birth to you?"

"Didn't you always think about that person, and even considered becoming a nun and devoting yourself to Buddhism?"

"You even have a son now? Your devotion to Buddhism is a bit unethical!"

Shen Jiyuan: "..."

"Little one," Zhao Tong teased Shen Ji with a smile, "What's your name? How old are you?"

Shen Ji replied very obediently, "Hello, Uncle, my name is Shen Ji, and I am three years old."

Zhao Tong teased Shen Ji as if he were teasing Shen Jiyuan when he was a child.

This feeling was so wonderful. He chuckled and picked Shen Ji up from the sofa. "Hello, my name is Zhao Tong, I'm your father's brother. Who's your mother?"

Shen Jidao said, "My mother's name is Su..."

Before he could finish speaking, Shen Jiyuan grabbed him and pulled him back, saying in a gloomy voice, "Shut up!"

Zhao Tong was taken aback.

When he looked up and saw Shen Jiyuan's expression, he suddenly understood what was going on. He blinked and then nodded.

Shen Jiyuan carried Shen Ji upstairs, threw him into a room, and said, "Don't come out. Stay in your room and play."

Shen Ji blinked and said "Oh".