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

Knowing he had caused trouble, Shen Ji covered his buttocks and ran away.

Like an eagle, Shen Jiyuan reached out and grabbed him by the back of the collar, lifting him off the table and suspending him in the air. He chuckled hoarsely, "Today I'm going to..."

Before he could finish speaking, one of his legs was suddenly grabbed.

"Uncle Shen!"

Shang Yao looked up at him seriously and pleaded, "Uncle Shen, please don't hit Xiao Ji. Hit me instead!"

If we hurt Little Sacrifice and he doesn't grow up, then his divine power won't be able to increase.

How will he ever see his parents again?

As Shang Yao spoke, his eyes almost reddened with anxiety. He simply stuck his butt out and said, "Uncle Shen, I'll let you hit me. Hit me, but don't hurt my little brother Ji."

Shen Ji: "..."

That kid's got guts.

Next time I try to fool him, I should let my conscience bother me for a few seconds first.

Shen Jiyuan twitched his lips speechlessly.

How long has it been, and Peony has already been fooled into becoming this brat's little follower?!

Oops... This is bad.

That brat calls him a simp every day and looks down on him all the time.

I didn't think much of it before, but now that I'm scolding him, who knows how that brat will fawn over others in the future.

But how long has it been? How come he's now the one being licked?

Where does this leave him with his pride?!

Shen Jiyuan's eyelids twitched. No, he couldn't admit defeat in front of that brat.

So, without a shred of conscience, he lifted Peony off his lap and then gave both of them a severe beating.

snort!

This is what happens to a simp!

Shen Ji: "..."

After beating the boy, Shen Jiyuan felt very satisfied and threw the two little radish heads on the ground. He plopped down on the stool that Shen Ji had just been sitting on, glanced at the bowl of instant noodles that was soaking but hadn't been eaten yet, and raised an eyebrow.

Shen Jiyuan was born into privilege, living a life of luxury since childhood, never having eaten junk food before.

He always scoffed at this kind of thing; it was disgusting.

Just now, Shen Ji stuffed the braised egg into his mouth, and he swallowed it before he could even taste it. But the instant noodle soup that this kid gave him tasted... kind of delicious?

He smacked his lips, then picked up the instant noodle bowl next to him, forked some noodles with a plastic fork, and put them in his mouth...

The next second, his dark eyes suddenly lit up.

Then, as if realizing something, he quickly concealed the thoughts in his eyes and said coldly, "Since you still have filial piety, I'll give you a beating today."

Shen Ji crossed his arms, squinted at him, and asked, "Daddy, is it delicious?"

Shen Jiyuan pretended to be calm and stuffed another mouthful of noodles into his mouth. "Not bad."

"I see, but..."

"What?"

"When you hit me just now, I threw a booger in there."

"..."

Shen Jiyuan's rosy face turned ashen in an instant, and the next second, he couldn't help but vomit.

Just then, Zhao Tong and Xing Zhong came out.

Seeing Shen Jiyuan's arrogant demeanor, he blurted out, "Holy crap, Lao Shen, you're pregnant?"

Shen Jiyuan: "..."

*

The group didn't get home until the early hours of the morning after arguing at the police station.

As a child, Shen Ji's biological clock was remarkably punctual; the fact that he managed to stay at the police station to give his statement already showed his incredible willpower.

He couldn't go on the way back and eventually fell asleep.

Upon arriving home, Shen Jiyuan could only let Xie Wujie take the drowsy Shaoyao to bed, while he frantically tried to hug the sleeping Shen Ji.

Xie Wujie looked at the way he was holding the child, smiled and said, "President Shen, you should hold the young master lying flat in your arms, um... like a princess carry, just support his bottom, be careful not to put his arms down."

Upon hearing the words "princess carry," Shen Jiyuan instantly activated the essential skills of a madman from a romance novel, effortlessly lifting Shen Ji out of the car.

Shen Jiyuan raised an eyebrow smugly.

Ha ha.

Holding a baby is nothing special.

He thanked Xie Wujie, then swaggered inside carrying the person in his arms.

Xie Wujie stared at Shen Jiyuan's smug and proud back with some surprise, and was stunned for a moment.

He wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but he always felt that Shen Jiyuan now seemed a little different from the one he had met before.

As soon as I stepped into the yard, I saw Uncle Zhong burning something in a basin on the open ground next to me.

Shen Jiyuan asked in surprise, "Uncle Zhong, what are you doing?"

When Uncle Zhong saw him return, his eyes widened in surprise. "Young Master, you're finally back! That's wonderful!"

With tears streaming down his face, he said, "I thought you would never come back, so I burned some paper money for you in advance so that you could go in peace."

Shen Jiyuan: "..."

His lips twitched. "Don't think that just because you're old I can't hit you."

Uncle Zhong was stunned for a moment, seemingly not expecting Shen Jiyuan to speak to him like that.

Is this still the same aloof and domineering young master?

Shen Jiyuan glanced speechlessly at the paper money in the brazier. "Get it back right now!"

Uncle Zhong quickly went to pack his things, saying "Oh, oh, oh" all the while.

Shen Jiyuan took a deep breath. Why did he feel that ever since that brat Shen Ji was brought back, not a single day of his life had been normal?

That night, as if possessed, Shen Jiyuan sneaked into Shen Ji's room again.

He gently lifted the blanket and lay down. He didn't know if it was because the brat was too tired today, or because he had let his guard down, but he didn't wake up immediately.

And seemingly sensing his warmth, she subconsciously leaned closer to him.

Shen Jiyuan was stunned for a moment, and then, with a very happy and smug look, he hugged the little radish head into his arms.

Hum hum!

That brat, he really can't live without him.

*

The next day, when Shen Ji woke up in bed, he saw that familiar face again.

He silently crawled out from under Shen Jiyuan's arm.

Damn it!

He said that he dreamed last night about a 400-pound fat pig pressing him down with its big elbow, saying it wanted to be his father.

My feelings are being suppressed by this old man!

Today is Sunday, and Lao Deng doesn't have to go to work. Shen Ji didn't wake him up either. After washing up in the bathroom, he wanted to go out for breakfast.

But before the little boy could even step out of the room, he heard Old Deng sobbing and talking in his sleep on the bed.

Shen Ji squinted and quietly fell back down.

He carefully climbed onto the bed, brought his mouth close to Shen Jiyuan's lips to listen, "Tian... play... um... sunny ...

Playing with... Qingqing??

Shen Ji's eyes turned cold. Holy crap!

This old man is having erotic dreams so early in the morning!