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

Shen Jiming walked over, staring intently at Shen Ji and Shen Jiyuan for a long while before suddenly shaking his head.

No, no, no.

Shen Ji looks so much like Shen Jiyuan, they're practically identical, and there's even a paternity test, so they're definitely father and son.

He had just begun to suspect that the son Zhao Yuchuan had found might actually be Shen Ji.

This is terrifying.

"What did you do? Why do you look like that?" Shen Jiyuan raised his eyes and looked at him with annoyance.

Shen Jiming looked at him with a deep gaze, "Brother, eighteen years ago... were you the only one who went out of his way to have a baby?"

Shen Jiyuan: "..."

He almost slapped the meat skewer in his hand across Shen Jiming's face.

Shen Jiming realized he had said something a bit off, so he chuckled and said, "The news has arrived. I already know why the Zhao family returned to the country. Would you like to hear it?"

Neither Shen Ji nor Shen Jiyuan spoke, nor did they show any interest in learning, which instantly dampened Shen Jiming's desire to keep them in suspense.

He frowned. "Aren't you all curious?"

Shen Ji shrugged. "Just curious."

"Then why didn't you ask?"

"Because you can say it yourself."

"..."

Shen Jiming's lips twitched. He took a grilled meat skewer from Shen Jiyuan's hand, sat down on the folding chair next to him, took a bite of meat, and chewed it. "Zhao Yuchuan came back to China to find his son, and he also had a son eighteen years ago."

Shen Ji was surprised. "Also at the Yunlang Hotel?"

"Heavens! This hotel must have prayed to the Goddess of Fertility, anyone who goes there will have a child." He clicked his tongue in amazement. "Why bother going to temples for children anymore? Just go to the Yunlang Hotel for a one-night stand!"

Shen Jiyuan: "..."

He felt that this brat was subtly criticizing him.

He glared at Shen Ji warningly, "If you keep spouting nonsense, you'll have to grill all this meat yourself."

Shen Ji quickly shut up.

Shen Jiming laughed heartily, and after finishing his laughter, he ate the last piece of meat on the skewer before saying, "That's not the most surprising thing. What's surprising is that Zhao Yuchuan is actually infertile."

"So he hasn't gotten married all these years." He raised his eyes mysteriously. "I bet his sudden return to look for a child is just a cover-up."

"If he just brings any kid home, who can question him?"

Shen Jiyuan scoffed, "Can't he say that everyone else in the Zhao family has a problem with their 'things' too? Can't he just take any random kid back to inherit the family business?"

Shen Jiming shrugged. "Who knows?"

"And Zhao Yuchuan should have been in that car you just saw."

Shen Jiyuan frowned. How could they find their child by coming all the way to the village?

And it's Yunxi Village, where so many things have happened?

Is it a coincidence?

He dared not think about it too deeply.

After enjoying a delicious barbecue in the dam area, the group decided to head back to rest. It was already past 10 p.m., and it wasn't convenient to go back to the county, so they decided to spend the night at a farmhouse inn.

On the way back, Shen Jiming didn't cause any more trouble by suggesting taking a shortcut, and they all got on their electric tricycle.

The owner and his wife will clean up the barbecue tools and trash themselves; they don't need to worry about it.

But the electric tricycle didn't have much horsepower to begin with, and when those big men came over in the afternoon, it was already teetering on the brink of collapse. Now that another big man came, it stopped moving instantly.

Shen Ji shooed him away like a stray dog, "Second Uncle, you're the best. You definitely wouldn't want us to walk home at night, so you'll have to walk back by yourself."

Shen Jiming: "..."

He protested, "Why should I? I'm not leaving, I want to take the bus too."

There's not enough room.

"Then go for a walk."

"How could you bear to do such a beastly thing to your well-behaved and adorable nephew?"

"..."

Finally, Shen Jiming, extremely dissatisfied, dragged Shen Ji out of the car.

Shen Jiyuan immediately objected, jumping out of the car to start a fight.

In the end, only Shen Jiming drove back in his tricycle. He waved to them with a flourish, "My dear and adorable nephew, thank you for your respect for elders. Bye~~"

Shen Ji: "..."

Actually, Zhu Rong and the others could have gone back with the two of them, but since they were now Shen Jiyuan and Shen Ji's bodyguards, they naturally couldn't stray too far from their boss.

The group turned on their flashlights and walked towards the village's agritainment venue while talking.

In the distance, glimpses of light can be seen from time to time in the mountains and forests, and the barking of dogs can be heard. In the summer fields, the sounds of frogs and insects fill the air, making it a very pleasant place.

As the group reached the corner of the village road, a car approached them, its headlights so bright they couldn't open their eyes and instinctively raised their hands to shield their vision.

Perhaps because they saw people, the people in the car quickly turned off their high beams.

Shen Ji then realized that this car was the same one Fang Xinyu had driven that had passed them earlier that day.

However, at this moment, the person sitting in the driver's seat was not Fang Xinyu, but Zhao Jingming.

Shen Ji stood in front of Shen Jiyuan, and the others moved aside.

When the car pulled up in front of them, it paused for a moment. The window rolled down in front of them, and Zhao Jingming's gaze fell heavily on Shen Jiyuan. He then called out, "President Shen."

Shen Jiyuan hadn't expected him to greet him so suddenly, and he'd never seen Zhao Jingming before. He could only frown and feign familiarity, asking, "Who are you?"

Zhao Jingming's cold eyes flickered, and he said in a deep voice, "I am Zhao Jingming, a member of the Zhao family, and also... Meng Li's cousin."

Shen Jiyuan feigned surprise and asked, "The Zhao family?"

"You..." His gaze also fell on Zhao Jingming, and he asked in even greater surprise, "What are you doing here?"

Zhao Jingming didn't answer his question, but instead said, "When is President Shen returning to Jincheng? My brother and I will go to his home for a visit."

Shen Jiyuan said politely, "Don't mention visiting. Mr. Zhao, you can come whenever you want. My parents haven't seen you for many years, so they would be very happy for you to come."

"I'll be back in two or three days at most."

Zhao Jingming lowered his eyes and thought for a moment, then nodded, "Okay."

Just as Shen Jiyuan was about to speak, the rear window of the car suddenly rolled down slowly.

Zhao Yuchuan's handsome features slowly appeared before everyone's eyes. His gaze swept across everyone before landing on Shen Ji. He stared at him for a while, until Shen Jiyuan's gaze became somewhat unfriendly and he pulled Shen Ji behind him. Only then did his gaze slowly return to his own.

A deep, husky voice carried a hint of relief, "Shen Jiyuan, how have you been?"

Shen Jiyuan squinted at him but didn't say anything.

Zhao Yuchuan smiled and said, "When I was a child, I visited your home with my parents. We've met before."

Shen Jiyuan did have a vague recollection of her, but only a vague one. He responded with a puzzled look, "Zhao Yuchuan? You're that sickly Zhao Daiyu who could be blown away by a gust of wind?"

Shen Jiyuan was not actually an impolite person.

But the way this person looked at Shen Ji just now made him very uncomfortable, so he used that sentence to retaliate.

Zhao Yuchuan was a sickly child. When his aunt brought him to visit the Shen family, he was extremely thin, and his skin was as white as a bloodless zombie.

Back then, people were saying he would never grow up.

Surprisingly, this person now looks like a normal person, full of energy and spirit.