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

After treating Shen Ji's wounds, Tang Qingshan said to Shen Jiyuan with a lot of speechlessness, "If you don't know how to raise children, buy a few more parenting books and read them. If that doesn't work, take an online course."

"The kid's only been back for less than a day, and you've already injured him like this. If you let him rest for three days, with your tendency to let anything die while you're trying to care for it, wouldn't he just die?"

Shen Jiyuan said indifferently, "I've already had someone find a nanny."

Tang Qingshan said irritably, "How can a nanny and a biological father be the same?" He said earnestly, "He lost his mother when he was only three years old. It was such a hard time finding him here. I don't know how much suffering he has endured."

"You, as the father, are so careless. Do you realize how much psychological trauma this will cause the child?"

Tang Qingshan turned his head and glanced at Shen Ji and Uncle Zhong. He didn't know what they were doing in the kitchen, but every now and then, he could hear their cheerful laughter.

He sighed, "When I was treating his wound just now, the child's eyes were all red, but he didn't utter a single word or say a bad word about you."

"Don't think this is a good thing. If it were a normal child, they would have been crying and calling for their parents by now."

"But why didn't he say a word?"

"It's all because his loving mother is gone, and his father is just a figurehead."

"Even if he cries and complains, it won't help, and you might even get annoyed with him, so he endures it."

Tang Qingshan withdrew his gaze and looked at Shen Jiyuan seriously. "He's only three years old, but look at him, he doesn't look like a three-year-old at all. Excessive precocity is not a good thing."

"This will have a huge impact on his physical and mental health."

Children are the most innocent and naive, but also the most sensitive.

"He can sense who treats him well and who treats him badly."

Shen Jiyuan raised his eyes, his cold gaze complex as he looked at the old man and the child who were happily making a ruckus in the kitchen. He pursed his lips and remained silent.

Tang Qingshan patted his shoulder and sighed, "Although you were drugged and that's why you were with Su Qian four years ago... no matter what, Su Qian is innocent."

"In the end, you're the one who wronged her. She didn't cause you any trouble, and she even gave you a son. Now that she's gone, even if you don't want this child, shouldn't you treat her only bloodline left in this world well?"

"Besides, he has half your blood in him. Even if you don't admit it, he is still your son."

Shen Jiyuan slowly withdrew his gaze, then coldly glanced away and said, "Alright, you don't need to worry about me. Get lost."

Tang Qingshan pointed at him irritably, "I'm just being sarcastic. You'll regret this one day."

Shen Jiyuan remained silent.

Tang Qingshan grabbed his first-aid kit and started to leave, but stopped after a few steps. "Be careful with his wound when he washes his face!"

Shen Jiyuan gave a blank "hmm".

Tang Qingshan rolled his eyes, turned around and walked out.

Shen Jiyuan sat silently on the sofa. After a while, his gaze involuntarily turned to the people in the kitchen. Shen Ji said something that made Uncle Zhong laugh heartily.

The laughter of the old man and the young man echoed throughout the huge villa.

It also added a touch of warmth and life to this empty villa that it had never experienced before.

Shen Jiyuan didn't know how long he had been staring. When he came to his senses again, Shen Ji had already run up to him, waving his little hand in front of him, "Shen Jiyuan, time to eat!"

Shen Jiyuan's gaze fell on his face, and he frowned. "You have no manners. What did you call me?"

Shen Ji readily agreed, "Dad, dinner's ready!"

The child's tender voice called out "Dad," clear and loud, like a warm spring suddenly flowing into the heart, slowly stirring up fine ripples in the long-silent heart.

Shen Jiyuan's deep eyes paused for a moment, then he glanced away and gave a cold "Yes, I understand."

After calling for people, Shen Ji ignored him and ran to the kitchen.

Uncle Zhong smiled and picked up a piece of beef from the plate and handed it to him. Shen Ji happily took it and put it in his mouth.

Shen Jiyuan frowned.

Wash your hands before you eat!

He stood up abruptly, walked quickly to the dining table and sat down. After Uncle Zhong brought the food to the table, Shen Ji also pulled out a chair and sat down next to Shen Jiyuan.

But he was too small. The stool was designed for adults, so when he sat down, his head barely reached the height of the table, let alone eat.

Shen Ji sighed, having no other choice but to get up and stand on the stool.

Shen Jiyuan watched him shakily use long chopsticks to eat and pick up food, his brows furrowing deeper and deeper.

When the other person sighed again because he couldn't reach the food, Shen Jiyuan impatiently picked up the plate of beef and placed it directly in front of him, while also moving all the other dishes closer to him.

Shen Ji looked up at him in surprise, then smiled sweetly, "Thank you, Dad."

Shen Jiyuan ignored him and instead said to Uncle Zhong, "Have someone deliver a children's high chair and some children's tableware tomorrow."

Uncle Zhong paused for a moment, then happily hummed in agreement.

After giving his instructions, Shen Jiyuan remained silent.

Turning his head, he saw Shen Ji eating with his mouth full of oil, and his brows furrowed involuntarily.

Uncle Zhong looked at him with some worry. Everyone in the family knew that the young master had a cleanliness obsession, and he was really worried that the young master would kick the young master out of the restaurant.

Unexpectedly, Shen Jiyuan took a deep breath and slowly withdrew his gaze.

Without saying a word, he picked up his rice bowl and quietly began to eat.

Uncle Zhong blinked in surprise, his gaze unconsciously shifting back and forth between the father and son for a while before finally revealing a relieved smile.

After dinner, Shen Jiyuan tossed his tablet to Shen Ji to play with, while he went back to his study to make a phone call.

"Oh." The call was quickly answered, and a teasing voice came from the receiver, "How strange, what made you think of calling me?"

Shen Jiyuan ignored the other party's teasing and said coldly, "Help me investigate something."

"What's wrong? Why did you have to call me personally?"

"Help me investigate a woman named Su Qian. She's dead, and I want to know how she died."

"A woman?" The voice on the other end of the phone paused, then hissed in surprise, "Why are you suddenly interested in another woman? Who is she?"

"Stop talking nonsense, just investigate!"

"Okay then." The person on the phone suddenly seemed to remember something and asked gossipily, "I heard you have a son and you brought him back home, is that true?"

Shen Jiyuan's expression hardened, and he narrowed his eyes, asking, "Who said that?"

"It's all over the news in our circle. I even have photos of you picking someone up from the house in my group. It's just that it's only a picture of her back, so I couldn't see who the woman was."

"You little rascal, you haven't actually run into any romantic entanglements outside, have you?"

"No, you don't only like me..."

Shen Jiyuan's face darkened. "Shut up!"

The person on the phone slapped himself in the face and said awkwardly, "Cough, I spoke too quickly, I deserve to be hit."