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

An hour later, the car was parked again in front of the hospital.

Qiu An got out of the driver's seat, went around to the back seat, and opened the car door.

Xiao Jin climbed out of the car, having already changed her clothes.

She wore a pale yellow dress with a delicate daisy embroidery around the neckline, and clean white sandals.

She had a small, plush backpack shaped like a cartoon fox on her back, and a matching fox ear headband on her head, with her two pointed little ears swaying with her movements.

Qiu An leaned against the car door, looked her up and down, and nodded in satisfaction: "That's more like it."

He reached into the passenger seat, pulled out two bulging bags, and stuffed them into Xiao Jin's arms.

One bag contained freshly baked croissants, and the other bag contained fruit candies and chocolates, all bought according to the tastes of a certain little glutton.

Xiao Jin hugged the bag, her eyes crinkling into two little crescent moons with a smile: "An'an, you're the best!"

"Stop flattering me." Qiu An closed the car door, picked up the rest of his things, and walked into the hospital.

Xiao Jin trotted along beside him, her fox ears bouncing with each step.

As they approached Yun Mingyi's ward, Xiao Jin pushed the door open herself, poked her little head in, and softly called out, "Grand-nephew, Xiao Jin is back!"

Yun Ziang was dozing off by the hospital bed when he heard the sound and sat up straight with a start.

Looking up, I saw a little dumpling with fox ears, carrying a fox-shaped bag, and holding two big bags of food in its arms.

He was stunned for a moment, then, as if struck by lightning, he stood up with a smile and went to greet her: "Little miss, who dressed you like this? You're so cute, it's unfair!"

Xiao Jin tilted her head back proudly and said, "An An bought it for Xiao Jin!"

She twirled around, her skirt billowing like a flower.

Qiu An slowly followed in and placed the rest of the things on the table.

Yun Zi'ang glanced at him, then at Xiao Jin, raising an eyebrow in surprise: "I didn't know you could take a child shopping for clothes?"

Qiu An glanced at him: "You dressed her up so drably, she has no taste at all."

"My style is simple and elegant, okay!" Yun Zi'ang defended himself.

As he spoke, he looked down at Xiao Jin, his tone softening, "Little auntie, are you tired? Are you hungry? You bought so much delicious food, can you share some with me?"

Xiao Jin shoved the bag into his arms and said generously, "Eat whatever you want! Xiao Jin will take care of you!"

Yun Ziang laughed uncontrollably, picked her up, and spun her around.

The fox ears on Xiao Jin's head swayed again in the wind.

Qiu An looked at the two of them, and the corners of his lips curved up almost imperceptibly before he quickly returned to his lazy demeanor.

Yun Zi'ang put Xiao Jin down. "So, did you find any evidence?"

"Yes, yes." Xiao Jin nodded her little head.

Qiu An picked up the conversation, "It seems that Wen Wen's death was done by another enemy."

"There was the murderer's blood at the scene, but the police haven't found that evidence yet."

Yun Zi'ang's face lit up with joy. "Wow, if we can find that murderer directly, my brother will be fine!"

Qiu An glanced at Yun Ziang and immediately knew what was going on in his simple mind. He immediately poured cold water on the idea, saying, "It's not that simple. Right now, only we know that he is a murderer. There is no evidence to prove it."

"Your brother was caught red-handed, it won't be that easy to resolve."

"I think you should hurry back and find Yuanjia."

Yun Zi'ang said dejectedly, "I'd like to look, but I can't find it."

"I can't get in touch with them."

He made no fewer than twenty phone calls to his father and aunt, but none of them answered.

His uncle is lying in a hospital bed again.

Her mother is still abroad, so whether she knows about this is another matter.

He had to keep it a secret from his grandfather.

He can't rely on anyone anymore.

"It's alright, it's alright," Xiao Jin said nonchalantly. She held a croissant in her hand and waved it in front of the sleeping Yun Mingyi's face, as if trying to wake him up with its aroma.

However, Yun Mingyi was still asleep, but she was already drooling all over the place.

Xiao Jin smacked her lips and comforted him, "Ziqian, your grand-nephew, will be alright!"

Upon hearing this, Yun Zi'ang sighed with worry.

Seeing this, Qiu An said, "You guys figure it out yourselves."

"I'm leaving."

He waved and left.

Yun Zi'ang watched his retreating figure and pleaded, "Aren't you going to stay a little longer?"

As Qiu An walked, he said, "I'm going to the police station to be a good citizen who provides clues."

"I'll treat you to a meal next time," Yun Zi shouted loudly.

-

The police station's visiting room was lit by only one incandescent light, the cold white light making Yun Ziqian's face appear even more pale.

He sat across from the lawyer, his wrists still bearing the red marks from the interrogation, but he no longer seemed as tense as he had been the night before.

Attorney Li put his briefcase down and asked in a low voice, "How's your hand? Are you hurt?"

Yun Ziqian shook his head: "It's nothing."

He paused, then recounted the events of that night, from receiving the text message to pushing open the door, to being drugged, and then waking up with his hands covered in blood and the police rushing in.

Attorney Li listened attentively without interrupting, only nodding slightly at key points.

After he finished speaking, Attorney Li said, "The prosecutor's office has received the preliminary results of your drug test. There were indeed traces of sedatives in your system, and the dosage was not low. This is very advantageous to you, as it at least shows that you were indeed in an abnormal state of mind at the time."

He paused, then lowered his voice further, "But it's not time to be optimistic yet. There were your fingerprints on the murder weapon, the victim's blood on your clothes, and the surveillance footage showed you and Wen Wen clashing. So the police have only downgraded you from 'perpetrator' to 'key suspect' at this point; they haven't ruled out your involvement."

Yun Ziqian frowned slightly, remaining silent.

Attorney Li glanced at him and continued, "This scheme was executed brilliantly."

"From the moment Wenwen sent you a text message, to the moment you found out her door was unlocked, to the moment you entered the scene and were drugged, every step was designed to lead you further in."

"And coincidentally, just before the incident, Wen Wen had gotten engaged to your uncle and was also entangled with Fu Yuheng. To outsiders, your motive of 'jealousy and hatred, and seeking revenge for your uncle' seems almost perfectly logical."

Yun Ziqian raised his eyes, his voice a little hoarse: "You mean, the murderer not only wanted to kill Wen Wen, but also wanted to use Wen Wen's death to solidify my crime of murder?"

"Yes." Attorney Li nodded. "I even think that the killer's target is you, and Wen Wen is just a pretext."

"So now I need you to think carefully about whether you have made enemies with anyone recently, or unintentionally blocked anyone's way."

"The person who orchestrated this scheme is definitely not some nobody who acted on a whim. The sooner you think about it, the more likely we are to find clues before the police."

Yun Ziqian slowly leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.

Many faces flashed through my mind.

Fu Yuheng, Wen Wen, and those who had secretly competed with him.

Who exactly is the enemy who will ruin his reputation and kill him?

He opened his eyes, his expression conflicted. "I really don't know."

"Recently, I have had some conflicts with Lü Zong, but Lü Zong would not do such a thing."

His incident will damage the Yun family's reputation and affect the company's stock, which will be detrimental to Lü Zong.

Moreover, he and Lü Zong were of equal rank, so Lü Zong would have no motive to kill him and take his place.

Yun Ziqian tried his best to recall and tentatively mentioned some old stories.

Attorney Li immediately pulled out her notebook from her bag and began taking careful notes.

Yun Ziqian finished saying everything he could think of, albeit in fits and starts.

Some of these are business disputes, while others are minor grudges from years ago.

Attorney Li took notes one by one, then picked out a few key points and asked about them in detail several times. Only when the indicator light in the meeting room came on did he close his notebook and say:

"That's all for today. I'll arrange for a re-examination of the evidence at the scene as soon as possible. You stay here, speak as little as possible, and don't get into any conflicts with anyone. Your father and your uncle have entrusted me with this, so you can rest assured for now."

Yun Ziqian nodded, then suddenly asked, "How are my uncle and father...?"

Attorney Li adjusted his glasses, his voice unchanged: "They're all fine. Your uncle asked me to tell you not to worry, you'll be released soon. As for your father, he said he went to find Fu Yuheng's wife."

Yun Ziqian frowned: "Why did he go to see her?"

Attorney Li said, "There are rumors circulating that Wen Wen's death may be related to Fu Yuheng's wife. Your father went to see her, probably to ask her directly about it."

He paused, put away his notebook, and added in a low voice, "If it really was them who did it, then this matter will be resolved soon."

Yun Ziqian remained silent, his expression showing some hesitation.

He sent the video of Fu Yuheng and Wen Wen spending the night at the bar to Fu La. Did she take her anger out on him because of this and simply go with the flow and pin the murder charge on him?

Attorney Li got up and left, and Yun Ziqian was also taken away.

At this moment, inside a villa in Beijing's Yicheng district.

Yun Mingyuan parked his car directly in the yard.

He was wearing a black shirt, with his suit jacket casually draped over his shoulders, and his left arm was still in a sling, but his face showed no sign of illness.

He entered the house accompanied by his assistant, then went straight through the entryway and into the living room.

By the floor-to-ceiling window, Fura, wearing a burgundy silk dress and with her blonde hair cascading over her shoulders, stood holding a coffee.

Hearing footsteps, she turned around, paused for a moment, then gave a friendly and polite smile and called out in Italian with a slight Italian accent, "Uncle Yuan."

Yun Mingyuan looked at her without a smile or any pleasantries.

He sat down on the sofa opposite her, looked up and said, "Little Fura, you know why I came."

Fura put down her coffee cup and smiled slightly: "Of course I know. You're here about Wenwen."

She sat down opposite him, her back ramrod straight, her emerald eyes showing no sign of evasion. "But I can tell you, my men did go to see her that night. But I didn't kill her."

Yun Mingyuan stared at her for a few seconds, his gaze pressing down on her face like a scale.

Fura's smile remained unchanged, her voice soft and slow: "I already reprimanded her on the phone back then."

"Murder? Killing a woman like that would dirty my hands."

She looked up, meeting Yun Mingyuan's gaze, her tone now more serious, "Uncle Yuan, don't you understand?"

"Wen Wen died after my men left. Someone deliberately timed it so perfectly so that everyone would think your son killed her."

Yun Mingyuan was silent for a moment before speaking, "Did your men see anything when they left?"

Just as Fura was about to speak, the doorbell rang from the entrance hall.

She tilted her head and glanced towards the doorway.

A subordinate in black quickly entered and whispered something in Italian.

Fura's expression didn't change much; she simply gave a soft "hmm" and stood up.

"Excuse me, Uncle Yuan, I need to take care of something first." She straightened her skirt and walked towards the door.

Yun Mingyuan did not move.

He sat on the sofa, his gaze following her retreating figure.

Less than half a minute later, Fura led two people in.

The leader was a man in his forties with short hair and a jacket, followed by a younger man.

The two of them simultaneously showed their identification.

"Ms. Fura, we have received a report that you are accused of hiring a murderer. Please come with us to the police station to cooperate with the investigation."

The lead policeman spoke in a businesslike tone, but his eyes had already subtly scanned the living room.