The gluttonous little boy is four and a half years old, and even the wealthy family kneels down and

Zhou Kai raised an eyebrow slightly. "This is really interesting..."

What kind of power must a woman have to drive Yun Ziqian to this point?

"Looks like we need to get someone to investigate this properly."

As he spoke, he walked downstairs.

On the other side, Wen Wen came out and hailed a taxi. She took out a small makeup mirror from her bag and looked at her neck, which was covered with a bluish-purple ring.

Wen Wen gritted her teeth, suppressing her anger. "That damned Yun Ziqian, he's like a persistent ghost!"

She thought of something and picked up her phone to call Vashana.

As soon as the call connected, she said, "I want another one."

Vasana was clearly still half asleep and mumbled a few words in Thai.

Wen Wen didn't understand. "Did you hear me? I want to order another one."

Vasana switched to Chinese, "Miss, are you crazy?"

"You can only invite one couple per person, don't be too greedy."

"Why?!" Wen Wen exclaimed, displeased. "I can pay more, double, triple! Anything is fine with me, just name your price!"

Vasana scoffed, "Miss, I might as well stand by the roadside and give one to each person."

"How many people do you want to love you?"

"Don't be reckless."

Wen Wen was scolded harshly and was somewhat indignant. "Can we replace her?"

If she had known that Fu Yuheng would be back so soon, she wouldn't have been in such a hurry to do something to Yun Mingyi.

Vasana cursed in Thai and then hung up the phone.

When Wen Wen saw that the call had been disconnected, she clenched her fists in anger.

-

On the other side, Yun Ziqian received a call from Yun Ziang.

"Oh my god, what happened?" Yun Zi'ang asked anxiously.

There are no secrets in this circle, especially since Wen Ling posted about it on her WeChat Moments in such a grand manner, which is practically announcing it to the world.

Since last night, people have been asking about this matter.

Yun Ziang sighed, "My God, how come my house has been robbed in just a few days since I left?"

"Is my uncle really going to get engaged to that woman?"

"Does your family know?"

Yun Ziqian was still furious. His hands were still trembling slightly. He took a deep breath and pinched the bridge of his nose. "They probably don't know yet, at least Grandpa probably doesn't know."

"But I don't think it can be kept secret for long."

"Dad, we don't know either," Yun Zi'ang said with some worry. "If Grandpa finds out, he'll be furious."

What Yun Zi'ang said was exactly what Yun Ziqian was worried about. He said, "Let's keep it a secret for as long as we can."

"That woman is having an affair with Fu Yuheng again."

"Damn it, they were about to get engaged, and she still dared to cheat!" Yun Ziang was shocked and speechless. "She's really blind. Fu Yuheng has no real power in the Fu family. How can a rich second-generation who just loafs around compare to my uncle?"

"Does your uncle know about this?"

Yun Ziqian: "I've already sent it to my uncle."

He just hoped that his uncle would see the message, come to his senses, and quickly get rid of this woman.

"I never realized that my uncle, who's usually so calm and dignified, is such a love-struck fool," Yun Zi'ang said, not missing a chance to put down Yun Ziqian. "People like you, who usually act all calm and collected but are actually secretly passionate, are absolutely ruthless when love takes over!"

Normally, Yun Ziqian would definitely have retaliated, but now he had no mood for joking around.

"Hey," Yun Zi'ang suddenly remembered something, "Did you tell Fu Yuheng's wife about this?"

"I heard that young lady has a terrible temper. If she knew that Wen Wen dared to seduce her man, she would definitely tear Wen Wen to pieces."

"In that case, no one will be able to marry my uncle."

"This tactic is called...besieging Wei to rescue Zhao!" Yun Zi'ang said smugly. "Running around with my little aunt every day has really boosted my IQ."

"I've already sent it," Yun Ziqian said, and upon hearing Xiao Jin's name, he couldn't help but ask, "Where's Xiao Jin? When are you coming back?"

Yun Ziang: "The day after tomorrow, I think. My dad is injured, so I'll let him rest for a few days. I'll stay here with Zhang Ting and keep an eye on the project."

"My little aunt is still sleeping right now."

Yun Ziqian pressed his hand to his chest, as if trying to calm his anger. "Okay, don't tell Dad about this yet."

"Could you ask Xiao Jin if there's any magic that could turn the two of them into enemies?"

Yun Zi'ang knew what Yun Ziqian was thinking, and said with difficulty, "Isn't it said that it's better to tear down a temple than to break up a marriage? This kind of immoral thing, young lady may not do."

"Brother, don't be too anxious. They just got engaged; the wedding is still a long way off. With me here, this troublemaker, I absolutely won't let them get together!"

Yun Ziqian managed a weak smile, "Go on and get back to your work."

He hung up the phone, and his mood calmed down a little.

He was going back to change his clothes, go to the company, and meet his uncle.

With that thought in mind, Yun Ziqian drove away.

When he changed his clothes and went to the company, he found out that his uncle had gone on a business trip.

Yun Ziqian, his face grim, demanded, "When is he coming back? What's his schedule like?!"

Yun Mingyi's secretary looked at Yun Ziqian somewhat helplessly, "Young Master Yun, the president will be back tomorrow. This schedule was arranged half a month ago."

"Is it urgent that you need to speak with the CEO?"

"It's nothing," Yun Ziqian said, then walked back to his office with a troubled expression.

Yun Ziqian was unable to contact Yun Mingyi all day.

Messages sent out seem to disappear without a trace, and phone calls always result in a busy signal.

He sat in his office, documents piled one on top of another. His secretary came in and out several times, noticing his extremely bad complexion, and even lowered her voice when giving her reports.

The sky outside the window gradually darkened, and the streetlights lit up one after another.

By the time Yun Ziqian finished processing the last document, it was almost eight o'clock.

He rubbed his temples, grabbed his coat, and was about to leave when his phone suddenly rang.

It was a short message.

The message from Wen Wen was filled with panic:

Your uncle fell in the bathroom and is unconscious. His wheelchair is broken, and I can't move him. Please come and help me!

The message also included an address.

Yun Ziqian felt as if he had been electrocuted, and he suddenly stood up straight, his drowsiness and fatigue instantly dissipating.

Without thinking, he dialed Wen Wen's number.

The phone rang repeatedly, but no one answered.

He dialed three times, but no one answered.

Yun Ziqian grabbed his car keys and walked out, dialing the number again as he went, but there was still no answer.

He cursed under his breath, pressed the elevator button, and rushed downstairs.

The car was driving very fast.

Under the cover of night, Beijing was bustling with traffic. Yun Ziqian changed lanes and overtook other cars all the way, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the steering wheel.

His mind was a jumbled mess, filled with Wen Wen's vague text message.

Why did his uncle go to Wenwen's house? And why did he fall? What was Wenwen doing?

But he didn't have time to think too much; he just hoped his uncle was alright.

The car quickly turned into a warm and cozy residential area.

Yun Ziqian parked his car at the entrance of the building, and without even closing the car door properly, he rushed inside, pressed the elevator button, and went up to the fifth floor.

The hallway was quiet. The motion-sensor lights turned on with his footsteps, making the walls appear almost blindingly white.

He found Wen Wenfa's address and rang the doorbell.

Nobody's driving it.

He pressed the doorbell a few more times, then pounded on it, each pound harder than the last: "Wen Wen! Open the door!"

There was still no movement inside.

He unconsciously pressed the doorknob, and the door opened.

It wasn't locked.

Yun Ziqian was stunned for a moment, then pushed open the door and rushed in without thinking twice.

The living room lights were on, the TV was off, and there were two used cups on the coffee table.

There was a strange smell in the air. He didn't realize it at first, and only stopped abruptly after taking two steps.

This smells like blood.

Yun Ziqian's heart tightened, and he called out "Uncle" while his eyes quickly scanned his surroundings.

There was no one in the living room, no one in the bedroom, and his gaze finally fell on the half-open bathroom door.

Just as he was about to go inside, a strong force suddenly grabbed him from behind, and a wet towel with a pungent smell was placed over his mouth and nose.

He struggled desperately, slamming his elbow backward, and a muffled groan came from behind, but the hand didn't let go.

The pungent smell assaulted his senses, his vision began to blur, his limbs grew heavier and heavier, and a few seconds later, he collapsed limply to the ground.

......

After a long while, Yun Ziqian was awakened by a commotion.

The static of a walkie-talkie, hurried footsteps, and voices coming from near and far.

He was feeling dizzy, his head was heavy, and there was a throbbing pain in the back of his head.

He struggled to open his eyes, and all he could see was white. It took him a while to make out that there were several people in uniforms walking around the room.

It's the police.

"He moved, he's awake," someone whispered.

Yun Ziqian frowned, wanting to raise his hand to rub his temples.

He moved his hand, but touched something warm and sticky.

He slowly lowered his head and saw that his hands were covered in blood, and he was still holding a fruit knife between his fingers.

He felt as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over his head, and his pupils suddenly dilated.

He stiffly turned his head, following the gazes of the police and the others, and saw Wen Wen lying in a pool of dark red blood on the floor by the bathroom door.

The blood had darkened slightly and spread from beneath her, staining the floor tiles and the hanging shower curtain.

She remained motionless, her long hair disheveled, her eyes half-open, no longer possessing the vibrant energy she had yesterday.

Yun Ziqian's breathing seemed to be abruptly cut off.

He opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

He tried to stand up, only to find himself covered in blood, on his hands and clothes.

The ringing in his ears grew louder and louder. A policeman came over, pressed down on his shoulder, and said something, but he couldn't hear a word.

His hands were pulled away, the knife was taken away, and cold handcuffs were fastened to his wrists.

He stared in Wen Wen's direction, his eyes shifting from blankness to astonishment, then to a bone-chilling fear, and finally to complete emptiness.

"Sir, you are suspected of intentional homicide. Please cooperate with the investigation," someone said in his ear.

When Yun Ziqian was lifted up, he could barely put any weight on his legs.

He turned his head sharply, wanting to take another look at Wen Wen, but all he saw was a door opened by the police and flashing red and blue lights outside.

His mouth finally moved, his voice hoarse as if squeezed from the depths of his throat.

"It wasn't me," he said.

But no one was listening.