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

The sky was beginning to lighten.

Outside Beijing Airport, Xiao Jin was fast asleep in Yun Ziang's arms.

Yun Ziang pulled the coat draped over Xiao Jin closer, afraid that Xiao Jin would catch a cold.

More than four hours have passed since he received the call that Yun Ziqian had been arrested, and now he can't contact anyone from the Yun family.

His father's phone was always busy, his uncle's phone was always unanswered, and he couldn't even get through to his aunt.

He can now only get news about his family from his friends.

"Hmm hmm hmm..." Xiao Jin lay in Yun Ziang's arms, humming twice, and rubbing her little head against his chest a couple of times.

Yun Ziang hugged her up and hissed softly, "It really wasn't a waste of a bite to eat."

It felt heavy in my arms.

I reckon by the time Xiao Jin wakes up, his muscular arms will be fully developed.

Yun Ziang hailed a taxi. After getting in, he didn't rush back to the Yun family home. Although he was very anxious about his brother's condition, his aunt said that his uncle's condition was more urgent.

Upon hearing this, Yun Ziang had no choice but to contact his uncle first. He couldn't get through to his uncle by phone, but he could still reach his assistant.

[Assistant Wang: After the president visited Miss Wen's body, he returned to Guanxi Garden and got out of his car five minutes ago.]

Yun Ziang replied with an "OK," muttering to himself, "Isn't this great?"

As he spoke, he told the driver that he had changed the address and was going to Guanxi Garden.

The driver responded and restarted the navigation. After driving for a while, Yun Ziang couldn't help but say:

"If you pass by a breakfast shop, stop by and buy some breakfast."

At this hour, Xiao Jin will definitely be hungry when she wakes up. He already feels guilty enough for waking her up in the middle of the night and not letting her get a good night's sleep. If he doesn't let her eat her fill, he won't be able to live with himself.

As Yun Zi'ang was thinking this, Xiao Jin in his arms suddenly murmured, "Big Maruko, don't run away..."

She muttered something, grabbed Yun Ziang's chest muscle, and bit him hard.

"Hiss—" Yun Ziang shuddered, his eyes widened, and his expression was pained.

Xiao Jin ground her teeth a couple of times, perhaps because she hadn't tasted it, and stuck out her tongue. "Slightly...unpalatable..."

Yun Zi'ang: "..."

Yun Ziang pulled his hand away, rubbed his chest where he had been bitten, and then, as if venting his anger, rubbed Xiao Jin's chubby cheeks:

"You little rascal!"

He spoke through gritted teeth, but his eyes were full of doting affection.

After driving for about twenty minutes, they passed a breakfast stall with its lights on. Yun Ziang asked the driver to pull over, got out, and bought a few steamed buns, a basket of xiaolongbao (soup dumplings), and a cup of warm soy milk.

He had just gotten into the car with his things when he saw Xiao Jin had already climbed up from the back seat. Her eyes weren't fully open yet, but her little nose seemed to be implanted with a GPS, constantly nudging towards Baozi.

"It smells so good..."

She groggily snuggled into Yun Ziang's arms, her little hands grabbing the paper bag containing the buns, her mouth already close to theirs.

Yun Zi'ang was amused by her greedy look and quickly held the paper bag up high:

"Wait a minute, wait a minute, go rinse your mouth first, or you won't get any food."

Xiao Jin opened her eyes with a whimper, looking at him with a pitiful expression.

Yun Ziang rummaged through his bag and took out a wet wipe. He first wiped her face and hands, then unscrewed a bottle of mineral water and poured it into a small mouthwash cup, holding it to her lips. Xiao Jin followed his instructions exactly, gargling and spitting into the trash bag, her eyes fixed on the steamed bun.

As soon as Yun Ziang nodded, she immediately opened her mouth and took a big bite, puffing out her cheeks and leaning against Yun Ziang's chest, revealing a satisfied smile.

"Grand-nephew, are we going to find my nephew Mingyi now?" Xiao Jin asked, chewing on a steamed bun.

Yun Zi'ang nodded: "Yes, go to Guanxi Garden. My uncle's assistant said he's there."

Xiao Jin asked again, "What time is it now?"

Yun Ziang glanced at his phone: "6:20."

Xiao Jin nodded and stuffed another half-eaten bun into her mouth: "There's still time."

Yun Ziang looked down at her and couldn't help but ask, "What exactly happened to Uncle? I heard from Assistant Wang that after he went to see Wen Wen's body, he returned to Guanxi Garden. Apart from being a little sad, he didn't seem to be acting strangely."

"I figured that although my uncle is usually a bit cold, he wouldn't go so far as to cause himself trouble for Wenwen, and he certainly wouldn't abandon my brother."

"But what about my brother... little auntie, do you think he can get out of this predicament?"

Xiao Jin tilted her round little face up and smiled at him, her tone full of confidence: "Sure. Because Xiao Jin is here."

Yun Ziang smiled and pinched her chubby cheeks: "Then this matter of yours, big brother, is up to you."

The car stopped at the entrance of Guanxi Garden.

Yun Ziang carried Xiao Jin out of the car, scanned his face, and took the elevator upstairs.

When he arrived at Yun Mingyi's house, he rang the doorbell a few times, but no one answered.

I dialed the number again, listening to the faint ringing of the phone, but no one answered.

Xiao Jin tugged at his collar: "Grand-nephew, time is running out."

Yun Ziang frowned, scrolled through his phone to his chat history with Yun Ziqian, found the door lock code he had saved before, and pressed it on the electronic lock.

The door opened with a "beep".

He carried Xiao Jin through the door, and before he even stepped out of the entrance hall, he smelled a strong stench of blood.

Yun Ziang's expression changed drastically, and he rushed into the living room in three steps.

The light outside the window had not yet fully illuminated the sky, outlining Yun Mingyi's silhouette.

Yun Mingyi sat in a wheelchair with his back to them, his head bowed, his right hand hanging limply at his side, blood dripping from his fingertips.

A small pool of dark red blood had accumulated on the floor next to the wheelchair.

"Uncle!" Yun Ziang's voice cracked as he rushed over and grabbed Yun Mingyi's shoulder.

Yun Mingyi did not react and let him shake him.

He reached out to touch Yun Mingyi's wrist, his palm feeling sticky and cold.

His eyes were red with anxiety. He clutched his still-bleeding wound, pulled out his phone, and tremblingly dialed the emergency number: "Ambulance!"

Seeing this, Xiao Jin stuffed the rest of the buns into her mouth, puffed out her cheeks, ran to the wheelchair, and stared at Yun Mingyi's face for a few seconds.

Yun Mingyi's face was ashen, his cheeks were sunken, his eyes were half-open, and his pupils were unfocused as if covered with a layer of gray. He looked like a puppet whose soul had been taken away.

Xiao Jin immediately noticed the problem. Before she could even swallow the bun in her mouth, she had already climbed onto Yun Mingyi's lap in no time.

She stretched out her two little hands, cupped Yun Mingyi's face, looked him up and down, and finally raised one chubby little hand and slapped his skull hard.

The sound was soft, but extremely crisp.

A very thin wisp of black smoke was expelled from Yun Mingyi's nostrils, dispersing into the air.

Yun Mingyi's body trembled violently, as if a drowning person had finally been pulled up from the bottom of the water.

He took a deep breath, and his blank pupils began to focus little by little, finally settling on the small face in front of him, which was rosy and had puffed-out cheeks.

"...Xiao Jin?" His voice was hoarse and weak.

Xiao Jin swallowed the last bite of the bun in her mouth, patted his face, and said, "Little nephew Mingyi, Xiao Jin is here."

Yun Mingyi's eyes slowly moved, his brows furrowing slightly. "What are you... doing here?"

He paused, looked around, and a hint of confusion appeared in his eyes: "Am I... at home?"

Wasn't he and Yun Ziqian on their way to the underground parking garage to drive home?

How did I end up here all of a sudden?

Seeing his absent-minded appearance, Yun Zi'ang was both angry and anxious. She tore off the hem of her short-sleeved shirt to wrap around his wrist, while simultaneously cursing in a low voice:

"Uncle, have you lost your mind? Do you even know what you're doing? Wen Wen is dead, and you're going to commit suicide for her?"

"How old are you? Stop pulling this stunt! My brother's already been arrested because of you. If anything else happens to you, our whole family will be ruined!"

He became more and more agitated as he spoke, and lost control of his grip, causing Yun Mingyi to groan.

Yun Ziang relaxed a little, but his face was still ashen.

Yun Mingyi was stunned.

He looked down at the strip of cloth wrapped around his wrist; blood was slowly seeping up.

A look of even greater shock than Yun Zi'ang slowly spread across his face, and his voice trembled: "What are you saying? Ziqian has been arrested? Wen Wen is dead?"

Yun Ziang stopped what he was doing, looked up at him, and said, "Yes, Wen Wen is dead."

"Didn't you just come back from seeing Wen Wen's body, Uncle? Don't tell me you don't remember any of it?"

He stared at Yun Mingyi's face, and the more he looked, the more something seemed off. "Uncle, what's wrong with you?"

Yun Mingyi lowered his head and looked at his injured wrist, as if it were a wound that didn't belong to him.

He opened his mouth, his voice even lower: "I...I don't remember. I only remember being with Ziqian in the underground parking garage, no, at the company..."

He raised his uninjured hand and rubbed his temple, his face blank with utter confusion.

Yun Zi'ang gasped, looking at Xiao Jin with a grave expression. "My uncle's possessed?"

Xiao Jin was still sitting on Yun Mingyi's lap, her cheeks puffed out as she swallowed the last bite of her bun. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, looked up at Yun Mingyi, and then turned to Yun Ziang, saying:

"It's not that my nephew Mingyi doesn't want to live. A cloud of black energy got into his body, and Xiaojin just blew it out."

She patted Yun Mingyi's face, "It's okay, it's okay, the bad thing has run away."

Yun Zi'ang, however, was still worried: "What's his condition now? How come he doesn't even remember what happened in the last two days?"

Xiao Jin tilted her head and said, "Because that black energy took over his body, he has no memory of these past few days."

She paused, then leaned closer to Yun Mingyi and said earnestly, "My little nephew Mingyi, you can't die. Your grand-nephew Ziqian is waiting for you to save him."

"No wonder! I was wondering how my uncle could still be engaged to Wen Wen. Turns out he was possessed by a ghost," Yun Ziang said with a look of sudden realization, then realized with some annoyance, "If my brother had known the truth earlier, things wouldn't have come to this."

"I'm engaged to Wen Wen?" Yun Mingyi asked in surprise, his brows furrowed. "What's the date now?"

Yun Ziang brought up the calendar on his phone. "Here."

Yun Mingyi looked at today's date and exclaimed in astonishment, "How come... two days have already passed?"

"What exactly happened?"

Yun Zi'ang sighed heavily, "Oh dear, it's a long story..."

Yun Mingyi immediately interrupted Yun Ziang, "Make a long story short."

Yun Ziang scratched his head:

"Wen Wen is dead, and my brother has been arrested as a murderer. I don't know the specifics yet, but I asked my friend to inquire. According to the latest news, Fu Yuheng's wife killed Wen Wen and framed my brother."

"I can't contact anyone right now."

Yun Mingyi quickly processed this information, asking, "When did this happen?"

Yun Ziang said, "I received this news at 11:30 last night."

"First, ask Uncle Chen about your grandfather's condition. If your grandfather doesn't know, then don't tell him about this," Yun Mingyi quickly calmed down and made the arrangements.

"Okay, okay," Yun Ziang picked up his phone and called Uncle Chen.

"Can't you get in touch with your dad either?" Yun Mingyi asked.

Xiao Jin sat on Yun Mingyi's lap, shook her head, and answered softly, "I can't get in touch with him."

"Fu Yuheng's wife?" Yun Mingyi immediately sensed something was wrong. "Fura di Martino?"

Yun Ziang nodded. "That seems to be his name. He's said to be Italian."

"It's the Martino family, an Italian mafia group; they seem to be quite powerful."

"It can't be her," Yun Mingyi said decisively.

"Why?" Xiao Jin blinked, looking at Yun Mingyi curiously.

Yun Mingyi's lips moved as he explained, "Because my elder brother has a deep relationship with the Martino family."

Therefore, Fura will not frame the Yun family.