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

3:30 a.m.

Shen Jiyuan opened his eyes groggily and found himself back home.

He stared blankly at the ceiling for a long while before snapping out of his dazed state of mind.

He propped himself up from the bed, feeling weak all over, probably due to a hangover, and his temples were throbbing.

He hissed, rubbed his aching temples, then turned on the light and got out of bed.

When he got out of bed, he realized that he hadn't changed his clothes, which were wrinkled and looked terrible. He also reeked of alcohol, which made his face turn black.

He turned his head to look at the bed behind him again, his brows furrowing even deeper.

He wanted someone to change his sheets, but it was almost four in the morning, and even if he was domineering, he was too embarrassed to drag someone out of bed to change his sheets.

He took a breath, then simply opened the door and went straight to Shen Ji's room.

Kids' rooms are usually not locked from the inside; the kid isn't tall enough to reach the doorknob and lock the door.

He gave it a gentle push, and sure enough, the door opened. The motion-sensor light from the hallway shone through the crack in the door, and he could vaguely see the little radish head sleeping soundly on the bed.

Without thinking, Shen Jiyuan walked over, lifted the blanket, and lay down.

Shen Ji was a light sleeper, a habit he had always developed, so he woke up as soon as Shen Jiyuan lay down.

He stared blankly at the person lying on his bed. "Dad?"

Shen Jiyuan gave a soft "hmm," and asked, "Did I wake you up?"

Shen Ji rubbed his sore eyes. "What are you doing in my room?"

"My bed smells strongly of alcohol, it's awful."

"..."

Shen Ji sat up abruptly, crossed his arms, and looked at Shen Jiyuan. "Old Deng, are you still hung up on Aunt Qingqing?"

Shen Jiyuan glanced at him but didn't say anything.

But the complexity in his eyes showed that Shen Ji was right.

Shen Ji hissed, then simply took out the wooden fish he had gotten from Si Jiu from the other side of the bed and started banging it against Shen Jiyuan's big head, "Old man, old man, so full of affection, pretending to be a big shot in front of Buddha, only thinking about doing beastly things, yet still keeping Buddha in your heart, shameless, shameless, Aunt Qingqing is really pitiful..."

Before he could even finish half a line of his rhyme, Shen Jiyuan slapped him on the back of the head in a fit of rage.

Shen Ji rubbed the back of his head, unconvinced. "Hmph, getting impatient."

Shen Jiyuan's eyelids twitched. He quickly snatched the wooden fish from Shen Ji's hand. "Where did you get this thing?"

"My dog ​​dad gave it to me."

"..."

"See, you didn't believe me even after I told you."

Shen Jiyuan, his veins throbbing, threw the wooden fish away. "It's past four in the morning. Go to sleep, or I'll slap you."

Shen Ji pursed his lips and snorted, "What do you know? I'm just trying to enlighten you. You're a powerful CEO, you have everything you could want, and you already have such an obedient and adorable son like me. What more do you need in terms of affection?"

"Can we please not do things like those melodramatic scenes from soap operas?"

"A guy with a villainous face like you would definitely die a horrible death if a melodramatic novel were to happen to him!"

Shen Jiyuan was amused by his description. "Can't I be the protagonist?"

Shen Ji said disdainfully, "The main characters are always surrounded by beautiful women. You can't even catch a female mosquito, let alone a female lead like Aunt Qingqing."

Shen Jiyuan: "..."

He retorted irritably, "Am I really that bad?"

"That's not it..." Shen Ji sighed awkwardly, "It's just that your simp behavior is really bothering me."

Shen Jiyuan retorted irritably, "Even if I really am a simp, what's it to you?"

Shen Ji let out a long sigh and said quietly, "Simps never have a good ending. You're a villainous simp. If you really do something extreme, you'll definitely end up worse off than cannon fodder."

"As your son, I certainly won't have a good ending either."

"Hey, if you really want to die, find another way. Don't drag me down with you."

"I haven't grown up yet." After a pause, Shen Ji added, "I haven't grown up in any way. At least wait until I grow up... it would be good to use me then."

Shen Jiyuan: "..."

He really couldn't understand what kind of weird things Shen Ji, a three-year-old child, was thinking about every day.

Did Su Qian really teach him all these things?

His lips twitched.

If that's really the case, then Su Qian is truly an extraordinary person.

"Stop babbling." Shen Jiyuan impatiently pulled Shen Ji under the covers. "Go to sleep, your old man has a terrible headache."

Shen Ji poked his head out of bed like a kangaroo, "I haven't finished striking the wooden fish drum yet!"

Shen Jiyuan's face darkened. "If you dare to knock again, I'll beat you up."

Shen Jidao said, "If you keep thinking about Aunt Qingqing, I'll knock on your door again. You're supposed to be a Buddhist monk, yet you're always talking about love and romance. Having a love-struck father like you is a disgrace to me!"

Shen Jiyuan: "..."

He shoved the person back in, saying, "Children shouldn't meddle in adult matters. Go to sleep!"

Shen Ji tried to climb out, but Shen Jiyuan forcibly put him in a chokehold, and he immediately became obedient.

However, it is indeed too early now. Although Shen Ji's soul is that of an adult, his body is that of a genuine three-year-old child.

His physical functions were what they were; he was indeed extremely tired.

After being forcibly shoved back into his body by Shen Jiyuan, he closed his eyes and fell asleep shortly afterward.

Shen Jiyuan has never slept in the same bed with anyone before, except for that night with Su Qian four years ago, but that was because he was drugged.

He is also a germaphobe and cannot accept sharing a bed with anyone, not even a family member.

But now, lying on Shen Ji's bed, which Uncle Zhong had decorated so elaborately, he somehow... felt no sense of rejection whatsoever.

He looked at the sleeping little boy, at that face that resembled his own yet was still so innocent, and a sense of peace that he himself hadn't even realized he felt gradually calmed his restless and disgusted thoughts.

Shen Jiyuan then closed his eyes tightly.

He woke up early the next morning to the sound of a wooden fish drum.

He suddenly opened his eyes and, upon seeing the room's layout, realized that he had slept in that brat Shen Ji's bed last night.

He turned his head to the side and saw that Shen Ji was no longer in bed.

The clock on the wall shows that it is 8:30 a.m.

Shen Jiyuan rubbed his slightly stinging temples and sat up in bed.

He opened the door to the room and saw a wooden fish placed at the entrance. Between the wooden fish and the hammer, there was an electronic lever.

After the battery was inserted, it automatically started banging away.

Beside them played Shen Ji's childish yet irritating voice, "Old Deng, old Deng, so affectionate, pretending to be a big shot in front of Buddha, only thinking of doing beastly things, yet still keeping Buddha in his heart, shameless, shameless, Aunt Qingqing is so pitiful..."

Shen Jiyuan: "..."

He couldn't take it anymore and stomped on the wooden fish, veins throbbing on his forehead, "Shen Ji!!!"