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

Since Shen Ji came to live with them, Shen Jiyuan felt that his temper had improved a lot.

In the past, Shen Jiyuan would have never even glanced at anything that was sent to him by others.

But now, watching a mother's actions, he suddenly remembered a sentence.

Behind every bratty kid, there's bound to be an even bratty parent.

If the upper beam is not straight, the lower beam will be crooked as well.

Shen Jiyuan thought about it with a chill, what if Shen Ji, that brat, was like him in the future, always being called some kind of aloof Buddhist monk, always acting like a madman in a melodramatic soap opera...

Eek!

He shuddered, realizing that if that were the case, he would definitely send the kid back for retraining!

He never really thought that liking someone was a wrong thing.

Now, when Shen Jiyuan thinks back to how pathetic he used to be, he wishes he could disappear into a crack in the ground.

It seems that people can't truly empathize with their past selves.

Thinking of this, Shen Jiyuan smiled gently, a rare occurrence for him. "Thank you."

He turned around and handed the fried chicken wings that Shen Ji had bought but hadn't eaten yet from the stroller to his mother. "Um, it's okay for the child to eat a little. This is a children's meal I bought. The portion is small, so you can have it."

Mom was stunned.

Perhaps she never expected this seemingly aloof man to do such a thing.

She smiled and accepted it graciously, saying, "Thank you."

This brief exchange made Shen Jiyuan seriously reflect on whether he needed to set a good example for his child.

After thinking about it for a while, he felt it was still very necessary.

They say you can tell what a person will be like at three years old, so Shen Jiyuan's son definitely can't be a blond-haired brat!

"Ahem." Shen Jiyuan glanced uncomfortably at Shen Ji, whom he had just beaten up. "Well, hehehe, Dad didn't mean to hit you."

He gave what he thought was a very kind and friendly smile. "It's because Dad doesn't like fried chicken legs, hehehe."

Shen Ji: "..."

He shuddered, goosebumps rising all over his body, and narrowed his eyes suspiciously. "Old Deng, are you trying to get me into trouble?"

Shen Jiyuan: "..."

He endured it.

"I'm telling you, you can't force people to do things they don't like, understand?"

"If Aunt Qingqing doesn't like you, why are you still clinging to her?"

Shen Jiyuan's forehead vein throbbed, but he continued to endure it.

He ground his back teeth, gave a stiff smile, and said, "Okay, it was Dad's fault. Dad will do it again..."

"Will you like Aunt Lanlan in the future? Aunt Honghong? Aunt Chengcheng?" Shen Ji crossed her arms and glanced at him disdainfully. "Can't you have any self-respect?"

"Does love have to be this painful thing?"

"Ugh, I must have had the worst luck in my life to have a villainous father like you, who's obsessed with love, crazy, and has a terrible temper."

"I'm really unlucky, sigh~~~"

Shen Jiyuan: "..."

Screw your patience!

I can't take it anymore!!

That's utter bullshit! The saying "if the upper beam is crooked, the lower beam will be crooked too" is complete utter bullshit!

He has absolutely no problem being the head of the household!

This kid definitely messed up on his own; it has absolutely nothing to do with him!

"If you dare utter another word..." Shen Ji said through gritted teeth, his voice dripping with menace, "I'll make sure you get a beating right here, naked!"

Shen Ji: "..."

But the next second, he no longer had to worry about getting beaten up.

Because Zhao Tong and Liang Yun were already walking towards them.

Zhao Tong frowned as he looked at the toy bag in Shen Jiyuan's hand and asked, "Did you buy this?"

Shen Jiyuan shook his head. "Was it a gift from someone else?"

"other people?"

"A mother passing by." Shen Jiyuan frowned and looked at him. "Is there a problem?"

Zhao Tong didn't speak, but exchanged a glance with Liang Yun before saying, "I need to borrow Xiao Ji for a bit to go to the toy wholesale market."

Shen Jiyuan said with a dark face, "Is your thing broken and can't reproduce? Go reproduce by yourself!"

Zhao Tong: "..."

These two are truly father and son; they say exactly the same things.

His lips twitched. "If you really don't want to, then come with us."

Shen Jiyuan noticed his serious expression and frowned. "A clue?"

Zhao Tong nodded. "Yes."

Shen Jiyuan's dark eyes flashed, and he narrowed them. "Zhao Tong, investigating cases and apprehending criminals is your job as police officers. As a citizen, I have an obligation to assist you, but my son is only three years old. You can't involve him!"

Zhao Tong was indeed in the wrong, and if he could, he wouldn't want to go after Shen Ji either.

After all, he is indeed a three-year-old child.

But... this whole thing has a huge connection to Shen Ji and Su Qian.

Whether it was the USB drive inside the lollipop or the "Spicy Pepper" toy, Shen Ji discovered them all, and... they were all given to him by Lu Nian.

Why did Lu Nian involve a three-year-old child?

Zhao Tong couldn't understand it.

Thinking about it, Zhao Tong suddenly remembered that when he checked Shen Ji's bag earlier, he found an Ultraman with a broken leg inside.

His eyes sharpened.

Could it be... that there's something inside too?

Zhao Tong frowned. "Old Shen, I know this request is impolite, but I guarantee with my life that I will ensure my nephew's safety."

"This case is very far-reaching; all the important figures are dead, and the trail has gone cold."

"Now only Xiaoji and Lu Nian are left."

Zhao Tong gave him a deep look and continued, "But we can't find Lu Nian's whereabouts at all. The only clue we have now is Xiao Ji."

Just as Shen Jiyuan was about to speak, he felt his pants being tugged.

He turned his head and saw Shen Ji tugging at his pants, looking up at him expectantly.

"Dad," Shen Ji said earnestly and firmly, "Let me go with Uncle Zhao. I want to find out the cause of Mom's death, and I want the murderer who killed Mom to confess and be brought to justice."

"I don't want my mother to die in such an unclear and unexplained way."

"Dad, please let me go."

Shen Jiyuan was taken aback.

But he didn't speak. He just stared intently at Shen Ji's tender little face, his deep pupils seeming to see right through him.

Sometimes he would have a strange feeling that... Shen Ji was not a three-year-old child.

He is nothing like a three-year-old child.

Tang Qingshan said this was the child's self-growth and self-protection after suffering a great blow.

Just like some people grow up overnight after experiencing pain.

So, is it because Matsuri lost her mother that she is like this?

Shen Jiyuan took a breath, then squatted down. "Xiao Ji, do you really want to go?"

Shen Ji's innocent eyes were filled with determination. "Yes, Dad, I want to go."

Shen Jiyuan remained silent.

He smiled and patted Shen Ji's head. "Alright, go ahead then."

Shen Ji was stunned.

Shen Jiyuan didn't look at him, but stood up again and looked at Zhao Tong, saying, "Let's go."

Zhao Tong took a deep breath.

He raised his hand and patted Shen Jiyuan on the shoulder, "Don't worry, I will protect Xiaoji with my life, and I will definitely not let him get hurt in the slightest."

Shen Jiyuan slapped his hand away in disgust. "Stop trying to glorify yourself. I'm not dead yet, do you need to pretend to be something I'm not?"

Zhao Tong said speechlessly, "Why can't you understand a good argument?"

Shen Jiyuan snorted, "What good or bad talk could a madman understand?"

Zhao Tong: "..."

Has this guy's image collapsed?!