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

Fura stood in the center of the living room, a polite, slight smile still on her face, as if she had just heard a rather clumsy joke: "Officer, I hired someone to commit murder? Do you have any evidence?"

"Whether you have evidence or not, you'll find out once you come with us," the police officer said.

Yun Mingyuan stood up the moment the policeman showed his badge.

He walked over to Fura, took off the suit jacket draped over his shoulders, gently placed it on Fura's shoulders, and patted her back. The pat was light, but steady as a silent wall.

Fula turned to look at him, her lips moving slightly: "Uncle Yuan..."

Yun Mingyuan didn't look at her, but turned to the police, his tone calm yet carrying an undeniable weight:

"Officers, do you have the paperwork? Is it for questioning or detention? She's a foreign national; according to procedure, you should notify the consulate first. Also, she's pregnant, and according to the law, she cannot be detained."

The two policemen exchanged a glance, clearly not expecting Fura to be pregnant.

The older police officer frowned, but nodded nonetheless: "We will report these situations according to procedure. Now, Ms. Fura, please come with us."

He handed the program files he was carrying to Yun Mingyuan for a quick look.

Yun Mingyuan glanced at it, then turned to look at Fura, his voice low and gentle:

"The detention and interrogation shall not exceed 24 hours. You can be released after the questioning is completed."

"Go with them first. I'll arrange a lawyer right away. Since you're not familiar with the laws here, you can remain silent. I'll have an assistant accompany you."

Fura looked at him and slowly nodded.

She pulled her suit jacket tighter on her shoulders, like an obedient junior, and said nothing more.

Yun Mingyuan paused for a moment, then lowered his voice and asked, "Who knows about this?"

Fula's eyelashes trembled, her expression serious. "Uncle Yuan, I only know a few people here."

Only one person knows about what happened last night.

Her chest heaved rapidly, as if she were suppressing something. "It's my husband."

After saying that, Fura seemed ashamed and dared not look Yun Mingyuan in the eye. She lowered her head and hurriedly followed the police away.

Yun Mingyuan watched her being led out the gate by the police, and then left as well.

The black sedan parked outside the villa was still running.

He instructed Zhang Ting, "Have the driver take you there first. You go and follow Fura. Let me know if anything happens."

"Find out who reported the case. When was it reported, and under what pretext? Get all the details to me."

Zhang Ting responded and opened the car door for him.

Yun Mingyuan sat in the back seat, leaned back, and a heavy, somber look settled between his brows and eyes.

The car had just left the villa area when Yun Mingyue called.

On the other end of the phone, her voice was low and fast: "Brother, I checked the surveillance footage at the entrance of the community last night."

Since the surveillance cameras in the apartment building had disappeared, she could only expand her search area in hopes of finding something else.

"There was a strange black sedan with a fake license plate. After Ziqian went in, the car left shortly afterward."

"The timing is a bit of a coincidence. I'm still tracking its whereabouts."

"Have you made contact with Mingyi yet?"

Yun Mingyuan gripped his phone, his tone devoid of emotion: "Continue investigating. As for Mingyi, Attorney Li said Mingyi just contacted him, so he should be fine."

Yun Mingyue paused for a moment and said, "I couldn't get through to Mingyi on the phone, and I thought something had happened."

She suddenly asked, "Brother, was it Fura who did what happened to Wenwen?"

Yun Mingyuan said, "No, but Fura has already been taken away. Someone reported her for hiring someone to commit murder."

The person on the other end of the phone visibly gasped: "What happened?"

Yun Mingyue paused for a moment. "Isn't this too fast? The incident just happened last night, and someone reported it this morning. This isn't aimed at Wen Wen, but at our Yun family, isn't it?"

Yun Mingyuan did not answer. "The matter of Fura was most likely the work of Fu Yuheng."

Yun Mingyue added, "If it's the Fu family, our family won't get any benefit."

"So what?" Yun Mingyuan's voice wasn't loud, but it was icy cold. "If you want to harm my son, don't expect to get away unscathed."

The phone hangs up.

Across from the Beijing Municipal Criminal Investigation Detachment, in front of a row of breakfast stalls, two plainclothes police officers are standing in front of a steamer waiting for steamed buns.

One of them was so sleepy he kept yawning, while the other was looking at his phone and eating fried dough sticks.

Qiu An stood not far behind them, as if queuing to buy soy milk, but his ears were already perked up.

"Have you heard? The killer in last night's case turned himself in," the younger policeman said in a low voice. "He hired someone to do it. He said his employer shortchanged him by two million, and he was so angry that he decided to turn himself in."

"Confess? Was he really murdered?" Another policeman looked up, his mouth greasy.

"He told a very detailed story, even matching where the knife came from and how many times he stabbed her," the young policeman shrugged. "I thought it was a nephew killing his aunt in revenge."

Upon hearing this, Qiu An slightly raised his eyelids.

He glanced to the side and recalled that not long ago, a hunched-over man with a timid expression walked into the police station.

He remembered that the man looked to be around 1.8 meters tall.

Didn't Wen Wen say that the murderer was only about 1.76 meters tall?

Qiu An withdrew his gaze, walked past the two policemen, and blew a very light breath as he passed the young policeman.

The young policeman suddenly paused, as if remembering something. He stopped taking the steamed bun and pulled his colleague, saying, "Let's go take another look at the scene. I have a feeling something's missing under the sofa."

"What?" Before his colleague could react, he had already dragged him toward the car.

Qiu An did not turn around.

With his hands in his pockets, he slowly turned into the street corner, his figure quickly blending into the morning rush hour crowd.

-

In the hospital, Yun Ziang was depressed. He saw a group chat on his phone with Qiu An, Jiang Wenshi, and Ren Hong.

[Jiang Wenshi: What's this license plate number? I can't find it. It seems to be a cloned plate.]

Yun Ziang frowned. Qiu An had mentioned this license plate number before; it seemed to be the car belonging to the real culprit.

Xiao Jin sidled up to Yun Ziang, looking him up and down. Seeing Yun Ziang looking dejected, she thought of something, picked up her fox-shaped bag and croissant, and went out.

She walked to the elevator door, stood on tiptoe, and tried to press the elevator button.

But the button was too high; Xiao Jin couldn't reach it even with her arm outstretched.

Suddenly, a hand with distinct knuckles and a bracelet reached out from behind Xiao Jin and pressed the down button for her.

Xiao Jin followed the hand, looked up, and turned to look.

I saw a face that looked somewhat familiar.

The person who arrived had slicked-back hair and wore only a black shirt with the top buttons undone, revealing their collarbone.

He put one hand in his pocket, looked down, and a smirk appeared on one side of his mouth as he looked at Xiao Jin, as if he were looking at something interesting.

"We meet again."

It's Zhou Kai.

Xiao Jin looked at him, blinked slowly, and didn't say anything.

Seeing this, Zhou Kai stretched out two fingers and gently tapped Xiao Jin's forehead. "Little thing, your memory is so bad, you've forgotten me so quickly?"

"Uncle is so handsome, how come you don't remember him at all?"

"Ouch!" Xiao Jin rubbed her forehead, puffing out her cheeks in dissatisfaction. "Don't hit Xiao Jin's smart head!"

"Xiao Jin remembers you, you bad uncle."

Zhou Kai was amused by Xiao Jin's nickname, "You call me 'Bad Uncle'?"

As he spoke, he reached out and adjusted Xiao Jin's backpack strap, which had slipped down to her arm, straightening it for her. "Why are you dressed like a little fox today?"

Upon hearing this, Xiao Jin smiled and said with a hint of pride, "Because the little fox dressed me up."

As she spoke, she spun around.

Just then, the elevator doors opened, and Xiao Jin, seeing this, quickly ran inside with her short legs.

"Why didn't you bring your sidekick today?" Zhou Kai teased.

"Follower?" Xiao Jin didn't understand what that meant. "What's a follower?"

Zhou Kai replied, "It's that Yun Zi'ang, isn't he the one who takes you everywhere he goes?"

Upon hearing this, Xiao Jin shook her head. "No, no, it's me who takes my grand-nephew with me wherever I go."

"Grand-nephew?" Zhou Kai was amused by the address. "So that's how you two are related."

"So you're his... little aunt?" Zhou Kai asked, his expression becoming hesitant.

He glanced at Xiao Jin.

This tiny kid has such a high seniority.

He sighed, then realized something was wrong. The old man of the Yun family was over seventy years old. Where did he get a sister?

Xiao Jin nodded. "Yes."

A hint of surprise appeared in Zhou Kai's eyes, and he was about to continue asking questions.

Xiao Jin spoke first, asking, "Are you here to see my nephew?"

Zhou Kai paused, his eyes flickering for a moment, "No, that's not it."

"I've come to visit a friend. Is your nephew Yun Mingyi here too?"

Xiao Jin looked up at Zhou Kai, her clear black and white eyes reflecting him perfectly like a mirror.

She said softly, "Lying isn't good for a child."

"If you lie, your master will spank your hands!"

Zhou Kai looked into those innocent eyes and was momentarily taken aback.

How did that kid know he was lying?

Xiao Jin said sternly with a straight face, "Being slapped on the hand hurts a lot!"

Zhou Kai snapped out of his daze and joked, "Since you know that being slapped hurts, does that mean you've lied before?"

"No, Xiao Jin doesn't lie," Xiao Jin said, raising her chin with an arrogant expression that said, "Xiao Jin only gets punished by Master when she sneaks a bite to eat."

After Xiao Jin finished speaking, she realized that she had exposed her own shortcomings, so she quickly covered her mouth with her small hands and blinked her big eyes guiltily.

Zhou Kai smiled knowingly, "So she's a little glutton."

"So what are you planning to do all by yourself?"

Xiao Jin waved the croissant in her hand and replied, "My grand-nephew is unhappy, so I want to trade this bread for candy!"

"The candy is so sweet, my great-nephew is so happy after just one bite!"