CHAPTER 642: CHAPTER 617: THE FUTURE DOMINEERING CEO

"Senior Brother, was it really you? Tell everyone it wasn’t you. Why did you steal that money? You’ve been in this temple for over thirty years. You watched us grow up. You taught us many things. You’ve never thought about returning to a secular life. What would you use that money for?"

Fa Ming cried, pulling at Senior Brother, not believing he would do such a thing.

Senior Brother sighed.

"It was Senior Brother who did it. Senior Brother broke the precepts."

This statement completely absolved the young man of suspicion.

The police went up to check the rafter, and sure enough, aside from that bundle,

there were two clear fingerprints on the rafter. They took impressions of the fingerprints and easily compared them to Senior Brother’s. They indeed matched, so it seemed the comrade was not wronging Senior Brother.

Everyone was in an uproar. It was indeed an insider, and done so neatly and skillfully.

If Song Moting hadn’t stepped forward, the young man would probably have been wronged.

At that time, who could say it was Senior Brother who stole the money?

Once things calmed down, the money could be taken down from the rafter unnoticed and claimed as one’s own.

This was outright guarding the house and stealing.

"How could such a person be qualified to be a senior monk? Daring to pose as a devout disciple before Buddha."

"How is he not afraid the Buddha will retaliate against him?"

"Ah! That’s the Buddha’s discerning eyes! See? When you do bad things, you will definitely be found out. Otherwise, how could it be so coincidental that the young man and his child just happened to see someone climbing the rafter?"

"This is what it means when heaven has eyes."

There were varied opinions.

The police handcuffed Senior Brother.

"Come with us and give your statement."

The case had been solved. Regardless of the inner details of the case, it was an undeniable fact that Senior Brother guarded the house and committed theft. He would definitely go to jail for the crime.

Fa Ming cried, hugging Senior Brother’s leg.

In his heart, Senior Brother was like a father. It was Senior Brother who took care of them growing up from a young age. Many of them respected Senior Brother like a father.

Who could have thought that Senior Brother could do such a thing?

"Alright, be good and listen. Do morning lessons properly with the other brothers. Senior Brother made a mistake and should bear the consequences."

Senior Brother was taken away.

The final outcome of the matter no longer mattered to anyone. After all, a monk stealing from his own temple was shocking enough.

Song Moting held Tang Yuan’s hand and took the opportunity to quietly leave while people were still gossiping.

Jiang Xiaoxiao was still waiting for them at the foot of the mountain.

Jiang Xiaoxiao saw the pair of father and son, "Aren’t you going to get in the car? What trouble did you two get into on the mountain? Don’t think I didn’t see. There was a police car just now, and they even escorted a monk down. Did you two do something?"

Although Jiang Xiaoxiao didn’t go with them, it didn’t mean she didn’t understand what Song Moting was up to. They came out together to verify Tang Yuan’s eyes.

If Tang Yuan’s abilities were truly verified, the commotion on the mountain could easily be linked to him.

She was a bit worried about Tang Yuan being exposed.

Tang Yuan’s ability absolutely could not be known by others.

She needed to protect her son well. It was already enough to be shocking herself, with Song Moting constantly worrying about her.

Now with an additional son, Jiang Xiaoxiao wondered how their family would get by in the future.

Song Moting opened the car door for Tang Yuan, who climbed in with a round body, sitting in the back seat, and looked at his mother who was sitting in the front passenger seat, a bit dissatisfied.

But Song Moting already shut the door with a snap.

"We didn’t get into any trouble. Don’t worry, we just happened to help the police solve a case."

Song Moting recounted what happened to Jiang Xiaoxiao, and they quickly drove home, not wanting to linger in such a troublesome place.

Jiang Xiaoxiao massaged her temples, looking helplessly at Tang Yuan playing with his little toy gun in the back seat through the rearview mirror, absolutely engrossed.

It was clear from a young age that this child especially loved weapons that boys liked.

Moreover, with his abilities, if he didn’t join the army or police when grown, it would be a waste of talent.

But which mother would want her son in such high-risk jobs?

Her husband was already part of a special organization, occasionally going on special missions.

A nameless hero, the kind who wouldn’t be acknowledged if he died.

The experience of last time was still fresh in memory. How did Baozi come about?

Wasn’t it after a blunder in their last mission that this child entered their lives?

Now seeing his son heading down his father’s path, never to return,

could Jiang Xiaoxiao not be worried?

Even though she had space’s peach juice, what could it do?

She couldn’t completely prevent injuries, right?

Getting hurt would still be painful.

And if it was a fatal strike, even peach juice wouldn’t help.

Song Moting, fearing for Jiang Xiaoxiao’s anxiety, couldn’t let his pregnant wife be affected by this. He could only comfort Jiang Xiaoxiao.

"Don’t worry. Tang Yuan isn’t me. Tang Yuan’s interests go beyond those toy guns, you know that. Sometimes things we like as kids don’t remain the same when we grow up.

Besides, he’s only three. Why are you anxious? By the time he’s thirteen, he might want to be a doctor, a lawyer, or maybe a teacher."

Tang Yuan lifted his head, responding confidently.

"Daddy, I don’t want to be a doctor, a lawyer, or a teacher."

Song Moting and Jiang Xiaoxiao both laughed.

"Then what do you want to do? When you grow up, you need to choose something! Like Baozi, Baozi said he wants to be a policeman. Your Aunt Bai Yiyi said she wants to be a doctor when she grows up.

What about you? Everyone needs a dream, a goal. If you don’t want to do these, what do you want to do when you grow up?"

Jiang Xiaoxiao was also curious, always thinking her son was still a child and never having discussed this issue. But starting now, they couldn’t just treat him as a playful kid. As bright and capable as he was, the two of them were a bit surprised.

"I want to be a businessman. I want to earn lots of money and build a big house, with the most advanced and amazing hospital for Daddy and Mommy. Moreover, I want to build a big house,

and bring Grandpa and Grandma, Great-grandpa, Great-grandma, and everyone else to live together as a happy family."

Jiang Xiaoxiao couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

Song Moting rolled his eyes in exasperation.

The aspiration of his son was indeed eccentric. No one in their family had ever aspired to be a businessman.

In the eyes of their father’s generation, businessmen were somewhat commercial.

They preferred doing cultured and high-quality things, the kind of work with taste fitting their identity.

Surely being a doctor, lawyer, or teacher, even being a professor, was better than his son’s grand ambition.

Jiang Xiaoxiao, however, was very happy.

No profession is inherently superior or inferior. In this era, people’s ideal jobs are certainly those stable and respectable roles like doctors, lawyers, and teachers. However, years later, the status of businessmen would rise substantially.

Their family could actually produce a wealthy CEO, of course, she’d be delighted.