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

Shen Ji stared wide-eyed in disbelief, covering his flushed face as he looked at Shen Jiyuan. "You...you actually...ah! You shameless bastard!"

"You old scoundrel! You...you actually did this in front of Little Sparrow!"

Shen Jiyuan: "..."

His veins throbbed, his eyes dark and brooding. "Shut up! I didn't!"

Shen Jicai didn't believe his nonsense. "Brother Bird wouldn't lie."

As soon as it finished speaking, the parrot tilted its head back and cried out in a low, bubbly voice, "Qingqing... ah ah~~ Qingqing... ah~~"

Shen Jiyuan: "..."

Shen Ji let out a cold laugh, "You dare say you don't have a baton in your hand?"

Shen Jiyuan's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot. "Do you want to get beaten up?"

Shen Ji glanced at him disdainfully. "You old rogue, you really are a pervert. Tsk tsk tsk, no wonder you don't let people near the study, so you're doing handicrafts here!"

Shen Jiyuan: "..."

He was about to speak when the parrot started chirping again, "Qingqing... come here, Qingqing, it's me, Lanlan... ahhh..."

Shen Jiyuan: "..."

Shen Ji blinked. "Who is Lanlan?"

Shen Jiyuan's chest heaved as he took a deep breath. "A myna bird that Uncle Zhong keeps."

"A myna bird?"

"What else did you think it was?"

Shen Ji narrowed his eyes suspiciously and slowly shifted his gaze to his lower body.

Shen Jiyuan's veins were practically throbbing like springs. He finally couldn't hold back and pinned the man to his lap, giving him a good beating.

Shen Ji howled like a pig being slaughtered, "You shameless old scoundrel! Your own sparrow didn't speak clearly, why are you hitting me! Can't you handle this?!"

Shen Jiyuan vented his anger, and the internal injury in his chest caused by Shen Ji finally subsided. He threw the person onto the sofa like trash and warned, "Stay quiet."

Shen Ji covered his buttocks and glared at him fiercely.

Shen Jiyuan completely ignored him, turned around, sat down in his chair, and began to work.

When he looked up again, an hour and a half had passed.

He paused for a moment, then turned to look at the person on the sofa, only to find that Little Radish had fallen asleep on the sofa yet again.

He gave a silent, cold sneer. Is this kid a pig in disguise?

They're either sleeping or taking a dump or eating!

He stretched and stood up from the stool, slowly walked to the sofa and glanced down at the radish head on the sofa.

Whether it was from the cold or from being hit, the little boy was curled up in a ball, like a glutinous rice ball, with a few teardrops still clinging to his long eyelashes. He looked... a little pitiful.

Shen Jiyuan's gaze was somewhat complicated.

To be honest, he never thought he would have children.

He fell in love with someone he was destined not to love, and his love life was destined to end badly.

Therefore, he had long ago prepared to live out his days alone.

But unexpectedly, fate played a cruel joke on him, giving him... a son.

He's never even owned a dog, let alone raised a child.

And... this kid doesn't look like a three-year-old at all.

How come he knows everything!

Are there really three-year-olds like this?

Hmm... Could this be a demon child?!

Shen Jiyuan grabbed a small blanket from the side with a bad temper, wrapped the person up roughly, and then picked them up with a disgusted look.

But he had no idea how to hold a child. Shen Ji's head got stuck in his armpit, and his bottom was pulled up high, making the blanket slippery...

Shen Ji thus had a passionate and intimate encounter with the earth.

A muffled thud jolted Shen Ji awake from his dream of gnawing on a large pork knuckle.

"Hiss..." He groggily got up from the ground and looked around blankly.

How did he end up on the ground?

Did he fall off the sofa while sleeping?

No way, he's always a very good sleeping posture.

Shen Ji was in a daze when someone tugged at his collar and hoisted him up like a puppy being held by the scruff of its neck.

Shen Jiyuan's face changed color in fright. "Are you alright?"

Shen Ji was being held up like a Muggle, swayed back and forth in front of him, and looked at again and again. He touched his forehead in confusion, and hiss...it hurt!

Finally, his muddled mind came to its senses. Gritting his teeth, Shen Ji kicked his short legs and yelled, "Shen Jiyuan! You dare throw your ancestor on the ground? You're dead!"

Seeing his energetic appearance, Shen Jiyuan breathed a sigh of relief.

But seeing the large bump that suddenly appeared on Shen Ji's forehead, he still looked away somewhat guiltily, "Um... I didn't mean to."

Shen Ji kicked out with his short legs, stomping a kick to his chest. "Hmph! I did it on purpose!"

"Tell me, why did you throw me?"

"If you don't want to raise me, just say so. I'll go to an orphanage myself. What kind of nonsense is this, trying to murder me?!"

Shen Jiyuan's face darkened after being kicked, but he held back for a while and finally realized he was in the wrong, so he didn't hit him.

He suppressed his anger and said coldly, "Stop howling, just say what you want!"

Shen Ji's eyes darted around. "I want a cell phone, and I also want pocket money."

Shen Jiyuan chuckled, "Is that all you've got? I'll take you shopping tomorrow."

Shen Ji was finally satisfied and said, "Then why don't you put me down?"

Shen Jiyuan glanced again at the increasingly large bump on his forehead and frowned, asking, "Doesn't your forehead hurt?"

"It's alright," Shen Ji said nonchalantly. "This is nothing. I've had much worse injuries before, and I never uttered a sound. Hmph!" He patted his chest and said, "This is what a true hero is!"

Shen Jiyuan thought he was talking nonsense and ignored him. Instead, he picked him up and walked out, saying, "I'll take you to Uncle Zhong and have him apply the medicine for you."

It's definitely more convenient to carry it.

Shen Jiyuan carried the person downstairs. Uncle Zhong greeted them with a smile when he saw them come down.

But before the last syllable of his greeting had even faded, his tone abruptly shifted to an extremely high pitch, "Eh?! What happened to the young master's forehead?"

Shen Ji pointed at Shen Jiyuan's nose and said, "He fell!"

Uncle Zhong took him from Shen Jiyuan's arms with a pained expression and hugged him tightly. "Young Master, how could you be so careless?"

"Children have delicate skin; what if they get seriously injured from a fall?"

"The skin is all broken, oh dear, I hope it won't leave a scar."

Shen Jiyuan glanced guiltily at Shen Ji's head, pursed his lips, and said, "Then I'll have Tang Qingshan come over."

Uncle Zhong hummed in agreement.

Shen Jiyuan then took out his phone and called Tang Qingshan.

Tang Qingshan, who received the second phone call of the day: "..."

After Shen Jiyuan hung up the phone, he saw Uncle Zhong holding Shen Ji and praising him incessantly, "Young Master is so brave, he didn't even cry. He will definitely grow up to be a great man."

Shen Ji patted his chest with obvious satisfaction and said, "Of course!"

Shen Jiyuan frowned as he watched Uncle Zhong's skillful way of carrying people.

However, he then glanced away.

Forget it.

Let's find a nanny.