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

Shen Jiyuan tried hard to suppress the inexplicable soreness in his nose. He gritted his teeth, grabbed Shen Ji by the back of the neck, lifted him up, and examined him thoroughly.

Only after discovering that the brat was indeed unharmed did they finally breathe a sigh of relief.

"Dad, you have a runny nose," Shen Ji said, blinking his eyes.

Shen Jiyuan spat, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Shen Ji chuckled, "Dad, don't worry, I'm fine."

Shen Jiyuan snorted irritably, "Who's worried about you?"

"Ah..." Shen Ji lowered her eyes in disappointment, her voice lonely and aggrieved, "Daddy wasn't worried about me after all. I thought Daddy would worry about me like Mommy did. Turns out I was just overthinking it."

Shen Jiyuan: "..."

Where did this kid learn all these tea-making techniques?

He rolled his eyes, hugged the brat into his arms, then looked up at Lu Nian, who was quietly watching him from the doorway. He narrowed his eyes and said nothing.

Lu Nian glanced at him indifferently, then stepped aside and said, "Come in."

That bastard was indeed waiting for him!

Shen Jiyuan's eyes flashed with a dark undercurrent for a moment, then he strode inside with long strides.

Seeing this, Feng Xiao also squeezed into the house.

Lu Nian seemed to know about the relationship between the two of them. He glanced at Feng Xiao but didn't say anything. Instead, he turned around, poured two glasses of warm water, and placed them on the coffee table.

Shen Jiyuan sat down on the sofa without any ceremony. "Speak, what exactly do you want from leading me here?"

Feng Xiao glanced at Lu Nian on his left, then at Shen Jiyuan, who was sitting on the sofa like an old man.

He paused, then lifted his leg and sat down next to Shen Jiyuan.

Shen Ji asked with some surprise, "Uncle, why did you come with my father?"

Feng Xiao calmly replied, "I ran into him on the way. Your dad insisted that I bring him here, and even said he would give me a million. I couldn't very well refuse."

Shen Ji crossed his arms and scoffed, "That's impossible."

Feng Xiao smiled. "Oh? Why?"

Shen Ji snorted, "Old Deng is only generous in front of Aunt Qingqing. You..." He looked Feng Xiao up and down, "In front of my Old Deng, you're probably not even as good as cow dung."

"How could he possibly spend money on cow dung?"

Feng Xiao: "..."

Is this a roundabout way of insulting him, saying that he and Qingqing are like a beautiful flower stuck in cow dung?

He said irritably, "If you don't believe me, ask your dad."

Shen Ji clicked his tongue and said, "Don't I know my old man well? I can tell what kind of shit he's going to take the moment he bends over, hmph, he's absolutely..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was slapped across the face by Shen Jiyuan, whose face was dark.

"You brat, what the hell are you saying to outsiders?!"

Shen Ji covered her head and said irritably, "Dad, can't you understand right from wrong? We're on the same side, why are you hitting me?"

"Heh, do I need a reason to beat my son?"

Shen Ji: "..."

Shen Jiyuan picked him up, put him on his other side like a winter melon, rolled his eyes at Feng Xiao, moved his butt a little further off the ground, and then turned to look at Lu Nian.

Feng Xiao: "..."

Lu Nian watched the father and son's interaction thoughtfully, and after a long silence, he said, "Shen Jiyuan, do you want to know what happened between you and Su Qian four years ago?"

Shen Jiyuan was taken aback.

He then narrowed his eyes. "What do you mean?"

Four years ago, he was drugged and had a one-night stand with Su Qian.

But no matter how he investigated, he couldn't find out who had given him the drug. He even suspected that it was all a staged drama orchestrated by Su Qian.

But the woman never came looking for him, and there was no news of her over the years, so he gradually gave up on the idea.

Lu Nian raised his eyes and looked at him indifferently, "Four years ago, the person who drugged you... was Sun Huai."

"Sun Huai?"

Shen Jiyuan frowned deeply, looking at the other person suspiciously. "I'm not familiar with him, I don't even know him. Why would he drug me?"

"Do you remember that game that was all the rage in high society?" Lu Nian suddenly asked.

Shen Jiyuan was taken aback again.

He lowered his eyes and pondered for a while before he remembered that the game Lu Nian mentioned... was probably a game called "Zouma" that had somehow become popular in the industry four years ago.

"Zouma" (走马) literally means "walking the horse" or "scrambling the horse," implying that participants in the game need to "skip codes" according to the game rules.

When did this game become popular, and who started it and who designed it?

Nobody knows at all.

But none of that matters. What matters is the stakes offered by the person who launched this game, which are very tempting even to people in high society.

Because among these chips are projects that can revive a company, confidential information from leading enterprises, worthless scrap paper, and some... special items.

To participate in the game, one needs to become an internal member, and the membership fee alone costs millions of dollars every year.

At the start of the game, participants can increase their bets based on their own circumstances and then gain the opportunity to "skip the bet".

"Skipping codes" is equivalent to the number of times you play.

Of course, the more times you try, the higher your win rate will be.

This is essentially a blind box gamble; what you get depends entirely on your luck.

Back then, some people did indeed become rich overnight because of this, while many others lost everything.

As a top figure in the industry, Shen Jiyuan naturally knew about this game.

But he disdained to use such methods.

He was a person who did not believe in fate. He felt that if you left all success and failure to luck, you would never succeed.

In comparison, he would rather be the one at the helm.

He will fight for his own destiny, life and death, and victory or defeat.

Moreover, there is no such thing as a free lunch.

The person who released this game certainly wasn't doing it to help those in need.

The ultimate beneficiary is self-evident.

Therefore, although he knew about the game, he didn't know much about it.

What does Sun Huai drugging him have to do with this game?

Lu Nian seemed to sense his confusion and continued, "Back then, didn't anyone try to get you involved?"

Shen Jiyuan frowned and pondered for a moment.

Back then, quite a few people introduced him to the game and wanted to invite him to play a game or two.

But he rejected them all.

It seems that nothing happened afterward...

Shen Jiyuan suddenly paused.

He suddenly remembered that four years ago at a party, he had indeed gotten into a conflict with someone because of this game.

At that time, he had only recently taken over the company and was in the prime of his life.

However, although he inherited the company, the shareholders were all more senior than him, and many of them were also very capable.

Many of these people were actually quite resentful of having to work under a mere youth like him.

If his father hadn't left him a few trusted confidants, the company would probably have really run into some trouble.

Even so, there were still some people in the company who were not convinced by him.

The person he had the worst falling out with was a man named Bian Xiong.

Bian Xiong does indeed hold a significant number of shares in the company and wields considerable influence; even he has to give him some face.

But this guy, relying on his seniority, acted like a tyrant in the company, which was one thing, but he turned a blind eye to it.

However, the two finally had their biggest disagreement on a project later on.

Shen's Group is an established conglomerate that operates in traditional industries. This project is crucial for Shen's Group's transformation. Although there are many uncertainties, the opportunities are even greater.

Shen Jiyuan wanted to use this as a springboard to gradually transform the group.

But Bian Xiong completely rejected this idea. He felt that this attempt was playing with the group's interests and gambling with everyone's interests.

In the end, the two had a very bad falling out. For the sake of the company and to avoid making his father laugh at him, Shen Jiyuan swallowed his anger and made an appointment with someone at the club to ease the tension.

Unexpectedly, that bastard Bian Xiong suggested that he play the game of "walking horse".