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

Zhao Yuchuan wasn't angry at his words. Instead, he smiled and nodded easily. "It's me."

Shen Jiyuan responded ambiguously, "Indeed, it's been a long time."

Zhao Yuchuan looked behind him. "Is this your son?"

Shen Jiyuan smiled. "Yes." He turned to Shen Ji and said, "Give your Uncle Zhao a greeting."

Shen Ji greeted him with a smile, "Uncle Zhao."

Zhao Yuchuan's gaze was deep and unfathomable. "Hmm, he looks quite like you."

Shen Jiyuan didn't answer his question, but instead raised an eyebrow in confusion, "Why...did you come here?"

Zhao Yuchuan didn't hide anything, simply saying, "I'm here to find someone."

"I see." Shen Jiyuan didn't want to pry into other people's privacy any further, so he said, "Okay, you're not in the country most of the time, so you have limited manpower available."

He smiled and said, "If you need any help, just let me know."

"Don't be so polite with me."

Zhao Yuchuan looked at them and asked, "Where are you going? Do you need me to give you a ride?"

Shen Jiyuan shook his head. "No need. I brought my son here for a trip. We're staying at the farmhouse up ahead."

"Your car can't fit all of us, you should go first."

Zhao Yuchuan guessed it was just polite talk. He smiled and said, "Okay." He took out his phone. "Can we exchange contact information? Let's get together when you get back to Jincheng."

Shen Jiyuan couldn't refuse, so he could only exchange contact information with him.

After finishing, Zhao Jingming drove away.

Shen Jiyuan and his group watched the car leave, all frowning.

Shen Ji leaned on Shen Jiyuan's shoulder and said, puzzled, "Dad, why was Uncle Zhao looking at me so strangely?"

"That's weird?"

Shen Ji pursed his lips, then shook his head. "I can't quite put my finger on it, but I just feel like something's inexplicably off. Sigh, maybe Uncle Zhao is just naturally a gloomy person."

Shen Jiyuan narrowed his eyes and turned to look at the car that had long since disappeared. His gaze was as deep and dark as the pitch-black night.

When they returned to the farmhouse, Shen Jiming was already leisurely sitting in the courtyard, fanning himself and enjoying the cool air in a deck chair. On the small table next to him was a sliced, chilled watermelon.

June in the countryside is not as hot as in the city.

Eating chilled watermelon while enjoying the breeze from a small fan in the courtyard—it's incredibly pleasant.

"You're back?" Shen Jiming looked at them with a smile.

Shen Ji plopped down on the recliner, grabbed a large slice of watermelon, and started munching on it. "Second Uncle, did you see Zhao Yuchuan when you came back?"

Shen Jiming was taken aback, then nodded. "I saw it. What's wrong?"

"You don't have anything to say?"

"What did you say?"

Shen Ji squinted at him. "I don't believe you're not interested at all in Zhao Yuchuan returning to China and coming here to find his child."

"explain!"

Shen Ji leaned closer, "Have you found out anything?"

Shen Jiming pushed his head away, "Don't get watermelon juice all over me."

Shen Ji lunged at him with a watermelon in hand, and Shen Jiming jumped up, shouting, "Brother! Control your son!"

Shen Jiyuan rolled his eyes and sat down in the seat that the man had given up.

Shen Jiming: "..."

He gritted his teeth and could only pull out another recliner, sit down next to the father and son, and invite Zhu Rong and the others to come and eat watermelon.

"Although I don't really know why Zhao Yuchuan came here looking for his son," Shen Jiming said, "I learned where he went during my chat with my older sister earlier."

Shen Ji abruptly raised her eyes. "Where?"

"Mo Yushu's old house".

"what?"

Shen Jiming shrugged. "But there really is nothing left there, even the houses have collapsed."

The watermelon in Shen Ji's hand no longer tasted good. He frowned, "Is his son related to Grandma Mo?"

"I don't know about that." Shen Jiming suddenly looked at him. "You kid, why are you so interested in the Zhao family's affairs?"

Shen Ji snorted, "Aunt Zhao gave me a jade Buddha back then, so I'm just returning the favor. If I can help Uncle Zhao find his son, that would be a happy thing."

"Come on," Shen Jiming scoffed. "Do you think I don't know what kind of shit you're going to take the moment you stick your ass out?"

The watermelon that Shen Jiyuan had just put in his mouth suddenly didn't taste good anymore.

After enjoying the cool air and eating watermelon in the courtyard, Shen Jiyuan dragged Shen Ji upstairs to take a bath and go to bed.

After Zhao Tong left, there shouldn't have been any shortage of rooms.

But Shen Jiyuan still felt uneasy and uncomfortable, so he dragged Shen Ji back to his room, saying, "You'll sleep with me tonight."

Shen Ji complained, "This bed is so small, how can two grown men sleep in it?"

Shen Jiyuan frowned deeply. "Where is it small! I think you've just gotten used to a life of luxury!"

Shen Ji wanted to say something, but Shen Jiyuan pushed him into the bathroom to take a shower. "Hurry up and stop dawdling, or I'll slap you."

Shen Ji: "..."

The next morning, the aunt prepared breakfast early.

Freshly baked meat buns, filled with beef, mutton, and various vegetables, were placed on the table, their aroma making Shen Ji's mouth water.

He picked up a meat bun and started munching on it. "Dad, are we going back today?"

Shen Jiyuan nodded. He really didn't want to stay here anymore. The main reason was that he felt a little uneasy. Although he didn't know why he felt that way, a man's intuition is sometimes quite accurate.

After breakfast, Shen Jiyuan kicked Shen Jiming to pay the bill, and the group set off back to Qingfeng County.

As the car approached a bend in the mountain road, a large boulder that had rolled down from the mountain suddenly blocked the way ahead.

Zhu Rong frowned and said, "President Shen, we can't go any further. Either we get out of the car and push the stones into the field below, or we'll have to take a detour."

A similar scene from years ago caused Shen Jiyuan's expression to change. He subconsciously looked around, then said in a deep voice, "Take a detour!"

Not to mention that the stone was so big that several grown men might not be able to move it, what if they pushed the stone into someone else's field? Wouldn't they get scolded for that?

However, the mountain road is quite narrow, and to turn around, you have to reverse the car back about 300 meters behind you to find a place to turn around.

Zhu Rong could only reverse the vehicle.

But when the car finally managed to reverse to the intersection, it turned out to find a bread truck blocking the way.

Zhu Rong frowned and honked the horn twice.

But the van's door remained tightly shut, leaving Fang Siming no choice but to get out and check.

Fang Siming walked to the bread truck, peered through the dark glass window, then frowned and waved at them, "Nobody's here."