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

Nanhai City.

Yun Ziang followed Zhang Ting around all day and was so tired that he didn't even have the energy to eat dinner.

He numbly stuffed rice into his mouth, saying, "Dad, I really can't do this anymore."

"Your son is destined to be a good-for-nothing for the rest of his life."

Yun Mingyuan ignored him completely, his mind focused entirely on Xiao Jin beside him. "Eat slowly, eat slowly."

Xiao Jin gnawed on the ribs, her face covered in oil, looking like a little kitten.

Yun Mingyuan used his good hand to wipe Xiao Jin's face.

"Nephew, you should eat too," Xiao Jin looked up at Yun Mingyuan, smiling sweetly and adorably. She picked up a rib and fed it to Yun Mingyuan's mouth. "Ah, open your mouth wide!"

She is now very affectionate towards Yun Mingyuan.

Yun Mingyuan was overjoyed by the flattery, and his eyes crinkled with laughter. He obediently opened his mouth and ate it.

Xiao Jin looked at him with satisfaction, "You need to eat more delicious food so your arm can heal faster."

As she spoke, she asked sincerely, "Nephew, does your arm still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore," Yun Mingyuan said, slightly exaggeratedly. "This injury is nothing!"

Upon hearing this, Xiao Jin leaned over and blew on Yun Mingyuan's injured arm. "Xiao Jin, blow on it, and the pain will fly away!"

Yun Mingyuan smiled, "It really doesn't hurt at all anymore!"

Yun Zi'ang stared blankly at his father's childish expression. "Dad, can't you please care whether I live or die?"

Yun Mingyuan then looked at Yun Ziang with a disappointed expression, "How come you're so useless?"

"And this is only one day."

"I'm destined to be a freeloader in this life," Yun Ziang said with a nonchalant air. "When I was young, I sponged off you guys, and now that I'm old, I'll sponge off my brother."

"Even if you all forbid me from eating her, I can still eat my little aunt's food for the rest of my life!"

My aunt was able to earn a million when she was four years old, while he was still being beaten like a dog by his brother when he was four.

Upon hearing this, Xiao Jin patted her chest, looked at Yun Zi'ang, and said boldly, "Grand-nephew, Xiao Jin will take care of you for life!"

"I'll eat the meat, you can drink the soup. Xiao Jin will definitely not let you go hungry!"

Upon hearing this, Yun Ziang blew a kiss to Xiao Jin.

Yun Mingyuan looked at Xiao Jin with amusement, but when he turned to his son, his eyes filled with disdain. "You're not even as responsible as a child!"

Yun Ziang pursed his lips and didn't reply.

Seeing this, Yun Mingyuan suddenly changed the subject and asked, "So, how's your investigation into the matter of the curse coming along?"

"That matter..." Yun Zi'ang was about to explain when he suddenly stopped, slapped his forehead, and exclaimed in shock, "Oh my god!"

Mr. Li was beaten into submission, but he actually forgot to ask who had instructed him.

"Oh no, I forgot to ask him why he would cast a spell on you."

Yun Zi'ang looked annoyed, but Yun Mingyuan wasn't too surprised by Yun Zi'ang's unreliability. "The matter has been resolved?"

Xiao Jin said, "Xiao Jin has already beaten him to the ground!"

"He won't bully you anymore, nephew."

Yun Mingyuan affectionately patted Xiao Jin's head.

Yun Ziang said awkwardly, "The person was beaten into submission, but Kong Zheng took over the follow-up handling."

At the time, the house was in a complete mess, and he was so terrified by the scene that he completely forgot about it.

When Yun Mingyuan heard Kong Zheng's name again, his eyes darkened slightly. He turned to look at Xiao Jin, who was eating happily, and seemed to be thinking about something.

Yun Zi'ang tried to salvage the situation, saying, "I'll go ask Kong Zheng."

"Keep your distance from him," Yun Mingyuan shook his head.

He wasn't afraid of those people coming for him or the Yun family, but Kong Zheng was clearly targeting Xiao Jin, which made him wary.

He said, "Let's eat."

"I'm too tired, I'm going back to my room to sleep." Yun Ziang really had no appetite, so he turned around, went back to his room, and fell asleep immediately.

I was sound asleep when I heard my phone buzzing, over and over again.

Yun Zi'ang irritably picked up his phone and answered, "Who is it?"

"What's going on in the middle of the night?"

"It's me," Qiu An's voice rang out.

Yun Zi'ang's anger completely subsided. He opened his eyes a crack, showing considerable forgiveness for the fox that had saved his life. "It's you. What's wrong?"

"You're still sleeping? Your brother's finished," Qiu An said jokingly.

Yun Ziang paused for a moment, squinted at his phone, and after confirming it was Qiu An, couldn't help but say:

April Fool's Day is long gone.

"What game are you playing... Truth or Dare?"

Qiu An was amused. "It's true."

"Your brother is now a murderer and has been taken away for investigation."

"A murderer?" Yun Zi'ang's sleepiness was half dispelled. "Who did he kill?"

He's still a little dazed, wondering if he's dreaming.

Qiu An: "He killed the woman who was engaged to your uncle."

"Jiang Wenshi, Ren Hong, and I will keep an eye on things for you for now. Come back soon."

It was only then that Yun Ziang realized that Qiu An was no longer joking with him.

He instantly snapped awake, sat up, and exclaimed, "Holy crap!!"

"My brother's been turned into a murderer?!"

"Where is my uncle?"

Qiu An: "I don't know, it seems to be outside of Beijing."

"I'm going back now," Yun Ziang said, hanging up the phone and hurriedly getting dressed and packing his luggage.

As he left the room, he called out, "Dad, Dad!"

He knocked on Yun Mingyuan's door, thinking Yun Mingyuan was asleep, but Yun Mingyuan woke up a little earlier than him, obviously having also received the news.

Yun Mingyuan was much calmer than Yun Ziang, but his furrowed brows revealed a hint of anxiety.

"I'm going back now. You take good care of Xiao Jin and go back tomorrow." Yun Mingyuan made the arrangements in a few words, and before Yun Ziang could speak, he picked up his luggage and left.

"Hey, Dad..." Yun Zi'ang watched Yun Mingyuan's retreating figure, his heart pounding anxiously. Suddenly, he thought of something, his eyes lighting up, "Little Aunt!"

He went to another room, knocked on the door, and said, "Little Aunt?"

Yun Ziang didn't hear a response, so he turned the doorknob, pushed the door open, and went inside.

On the big bed, Xiao Jin slept with a faint blush on her cheeks, her little belly exposed, rising and falling, the blanket firmly pressed under her body.

Yun Ziang sat down on the edge of the bed, gently patting Xiao Jin's face, calling out, "Xiao Jin, Xiao Jin?"

"Wake up, something's happened at our house..."

He called out a few times, slapping her face and bottom, but Xiao Jin didn't react.

Yun Zi'ang pulled out his trump card, whispering in Xiao Jin's ear, "If you don't eat this braised pork knuckle, I'll take it away."

"No!" Xiao Jin cried out urgently, waving her little hands in the air twice. "No, Xiao Jin isn't full yet..."

Yun Ziang grabbed Xiao Jin's hand, "I won't take it away, I won't take it away, get up and eat."

Xiao Jin actually opened her eyes this time. She looked at Yun Zi'ang in confusion and said blankly, "How did the elbow become a grand-nephew?"

"My dear aunt, my brother has been convicted of murder!" Yun Zi'ang said anxiously.

Xiao Jin, still half-asleep, slurped her saliva and said, "Murder? Ziqian's grand-nephew didn't kill anyone."

"Yes, yes, how could my brother become a murderer!" Yun Ziang grasped Xiao Jin's hand and shook it. "Little aunt, quickly figure out how to get my brother out of this mess."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Jin raised her hand and patted her face, forcing herself to turn on the device. She stretched out a small hand and began to calculate.

A moment later, Xiao Jin's eyes suddenly widened, and she exclaimed, "Ah!!"

"How is it? How is it?" Yun Ziang asked anxiously, his heart pounding in his chest as he looked at Xiao Jin's expression.

Xiao Jinteng jumped to his feet. "My nephew's in trouble!!"

Yun Zi'ang blinked, looking puzzled. "Little...little nephew?"

"Little aunt, did you hear me wrong? I said Yun Ziqian, not my uncle Yun Mingyi."

"We need to hurry and get back," Xiao Jin said hurriedly as she lay down on the bed.

Seeing this, Yun Ziang also stood up, "I'll book tickets and pack my things now."

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Kyoto City, Police Station.

The interrogation room lights were blindingly bright, the stark white light shining down from above, illuminating every trace of fatigue and unease on the faces of the people present.

Yun Ziqian sat in the interrogation chair. The handcuffs had been removed, but there were still red marks around his wrists.

His shirt was stained with dried, blackened blood, his face was pale, his lips were dry and chapped, and he exuded a cold, hard aura that seemed forced.

"Tell me again what you did after 8 p.m. last night." The two policemen opposite him, one older and one younger, spoke up. The older policeman's tone was neither warm nor cold, and his eyes scrutinized him sharply.

Yun Ziqian had lost count of how many times he had repeated this.

He cleared his dry throat, his voice low and steady: "I get off work around eight o'clock. At eight-tenths, I received a text message from Wenwen saying that my uncle had fallen in her bathroom and asked me to go help. I called three times, but no one answered."

"Then I drove to her house, arriving at about 8:30. The door wasn't locked, so I pushed it open and went in. The living room light was on, but no one was there. I smelled blood and was about to head to the bathroom when someone covered my mouth and nose with a towel from behind, and then I knew nothing more."

"The door isn't locked?" The young policeman looked up, his tone clearly questioning.

"It's not locked," Yun Ziqian repeated.

"But when you woke up at the door, it was locked, and it was locked from the inside."

The young policeman put down his pen and leaned back in his chair. "We've investigated the scene. Wen Wen's door can be locked from the outside, as long as you have a key or can operate it from the inside."

"You say you don't have a key, then who locked the door?"

Yun Ziqian paused for a second and said, "I don't know. Before I woke up, I wasn't the only one in that room."

"Who else?"

"I don't know. I was drugged."

The older police officer didn't press the matter of the door lock further, but instead pulled out a few photos from the folder and pushed them to the center of the table.

The photo shows CCTV footage from a hotel corridor. Yun Ziqian and Wen Wen are standing at the corner of the stairs. His fingers are gripping Wen Wen's neck, and Wen Wen is being pressed against the railing.

The footage is clear, and the time shows it was the morning of the day the incident occurred.

"Is this you?" the policeman asked.

Yun Ziqian glanced at the photo and did not deny it: "It's me."

"What's your relationship with Wen Wen?"

"She's my uncle's ex-girlfriend." Yun Ziqian paused. "My uncle is Yun Mingyi. Wen Wen used to harass him. I really hate her."

"So annoying that you had to strangle her?" the young policeman asked sarcastically.

"We had a conflict, and I lost control of my emotions. I admit it." Yun Ziqian raised his eyes, his gaze clear and unwavering. "I did want to teach her a lesson at the time. But I didn't intend to kill her, much less kill her in her own home."