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

The doctor performed several basic examinations on Yun Mingyi, asked a few questions, and after confirming that there was nothing seriously wrong, gave him a few instructions and left.

As soon as the doctor left, Yun Mingyi asked Yun Ziang to push the wheelchair over, and then lifted the blanket to get out of bed.

"Uncle, isn't it too hasty for you to be discharged now? The doctor just told you to rest more." Yun Ziang reached out to stop him, but Yun Mingyi's glare made him stand still.

"I know my own body best." Yun Mingyi sat up straight, slowly pulling down the sleeves of his hospital gown. His voice was low but firm, "Now is not the time to lie down."

Yun Zi'ang opened his mouth, but ultimately didn't try to persuade him further.

He knew that once his uncle made a decision, nothing could change it.

After the discharge procedures were completed, Yun Mingyi's driver had already parked the car at the hospital entrance.

Xiao Jin was too lazy to walk, so she climbed onto Yun Mingyi's wheelchair early and sat on his lap. Her two short legs were crossed and she swayed leisurely.

Yun Ziang pushed from behind, muttering, "Little Miss, the wheelchair is for pushing Uncle, not for your personal use."

Xiao Jin looked up at him and blinked: "My little nephew can hold me and I can sit up. He just praised me for being light."

As she spoke, she looked up at Yun Mingyi with a smile, "Isn't that right, little nephew?"

Yun Mingyi smiled slightly and hummed in agreement.

Yun Ziang was completely speechless.

"Let's go to Wen Wen's house first," Yun Mingyi said as he got into the car.

"OK."

The car first went to Wenwen's residential area.

The car stopped in front of the apartment building, and Yun Mingyi rolled down the window and looked up.

There was still a police cordon at the entrance of the building. He looked away and slowly scanned the building before getting out of the car. The three of them took the elevator to Wen Wen's floor.

The building has a layout of three households per floor, but only Wenwen's family's house was surrounded.

"Several key surveillance cameras in this building have been lost. There was a dashcam in a car downstairs that probably recorded something, but it was also sold." Yun Ziang stood next to the car, bending over to report to him.

Yun Mingyi didn't reply, but looked around.

He maneuvered his wheelchair down the corridor and finally stopped in front of the apartment across from Wenwen's.

The door was locked, and a smart video doorbell was installed on it.

He looked up at the doorbell, stared for a few seconds, and suddenly asked, "Where is the homeowner?"

Yun Ziang shook his head: "The police have inquired, and the property management said that the homeowner went out of town and won't be back for a while."

Yun Mingyi said, "Try to get in touch. As soon as possible."

Yun Zi'ang was a little confused: "Even if we contact him, it's useless, right? He wasn't home the night the incident happened, what could he possibly know?"

Yun Mingyi glanced at him indifferently and pointed to the doorbell: "This is a smart video doorbell. It uses PIR human body sensing to automatically record a clip when someone passes by. It's not a 24-hour continuous recording."

This doorbell must have recorded who entered Wenwen's house last night.

"The recordings are stored in a loop to the cloud drive, generally only the most recent 72 hours are kept. Once that's exceeded, they will be overwritten by new recordings."

He paused for a moment, then said, "It hasn't been seventy-two hours yet, so the contents should still be there."

Yun Zi'ang's eyes widened: "Uncle, how do you know so much?"

Yun Mingyi's eyes were filled with the words "useless" when he looked at Yun Ziang: "This is our company's product."

Yun Ziang immediately leaned over for a closer look and, sure enough, saw the familiar brand logo on the side of the doorbell.

He gasped and patted his forehead: "That makes things easier. I'll contact someone right away and try to get access to the cloud."

He straightened up and looked at Yun Mingyi again, "Uncle, if they really got the photos, will my brother be alright?"

Yun Mingyi said, "With the evidence from the police's re-examination, Ziqian will be out in a few days."

"Go back and tell your dad this first."

Yun Ziang clenched his fist, as if he had suddenly gained confidence.

The three of them got off the elevator, and he pushed Yun Mingyi toward the car, saying as they walked:

"Uncle, I heard that Fu Yuheng's wife was taken away on suspicion of hiring someone to commit murder. Rumors are circulating that she did it."

He paused, then asked cautiously, "But you told me before that my dad has deep ties with the Italian Mafia. What's the deal? If Fura is from the Mafia family, won't this cause a huge uproar?"

As Yun Ziang spoke, he first pushed Yun Mingyi into the car, then sat in the front passenger seat and told the driver to go back to the Yun family villa.

In the car, Yun Mingyi leaned back in his wheelchair, closed his eyes briefly, as if considering where to begin.

A moment later, he opened his eyes, and instead of answering directly, asked, "Do you remember when you were little, you always cried when your dad bathed you?"

Yun Zi'ang was stunned: "Huh? Is that so? I definitely don't remember."

"But I guess it's because he's too fierce, and I'm scared."

Yun Mingyi shook his head: "Because your dad has a tattoo on his upper body, and you saw it and were so scared that you cried. Since then, he has never taken off his shirt in front of you again."

Yun Zi'ang's mouth formed an "O" shape, and it took him a while to say, "Damn, so why did he refuse to go into the water when I went to the hot springs with my mom last time? So that's why? He's such a good liar."

He turned to look at Yun Mingyi, his eyes filled with shock. "My dad has tattoos. Last time I said I wanted to get a tattoo, he absolutely refused and even tried to break my legs!"

Yun Mingyi said casually, "The origin of your dad's tattoo is more outlandish than you think."

Sitting in Yun Mingyi's lap, Xiao Jin perked up completely upon hearing this, her eyes sparkling as she looked at Yun Mingyi. "Little nephew, what is a tattoo? Can you eat it?"

"Did your nephew get his tattoo from the mountains?"

Xiao Jin thought that when Yun Mingyi said "wild," he meant the wild in the sense of being wild.

Yun Ziang turned his head and looked at Xiao Jin with amusement, "Little aunt, tattoos are just drawing on your body, not eating them."

Yun Mingyi smiled at Xiao Jin and continued, "Your dad went to Italy to study after graduating from high school and made a group of friends there."

"The one who was closest to him is the current head of the Martino family. The years they spent together coincided with the fiercest period of infighting within the Martino family."

"Your father was shot twice by them, and he survived both times. If your grandfather hadn't forced him to come back, he might already be the second-in-command of the Martino family."

Yun Zi'ang was completely stunned, his mouth agape: "He... he was shot? Twice?"

He never imagined that his father was so wild when he was young, and that he was so strict with him, yet he himself was almost a member of the mafia when he was young.

Sitting on Yun Mingyi's lap, Xiao Jin cupped her face in her hands, her eyes sparkling.

She only half understood what he was saying, but for some reason she found it very cool.

Yun Mingyi added, "Fura and Fu Yuheng came to China to elope."

"Her family initially disagreed. Your father has been dealing with this issue recently."

"He instructed Ziqian to investigate Fu Yuheng thoroughly and send those documents to Fura. Ziqian did indeed do so. Therefore, Fura couldn't possibly not know who Ziqian was, and there's no reason for her to frame him."

Now that Fura has been arrested, things have become complicated again.

If this whole thing was initially aimed at Fura and Yun Ziqian, then it's safe to say that things have completely gone off track.

"Fura is very likely to be framed."

Yun Ziang rubbed his arms as he listened: "So who are we going to fight now? My brain isn't working properly, Uncle, you should give me a good talking-to more often."

Yun Mingyi ignored him, his gaze fixed on the speeding traffic outside the window.

His fingers tapped a gentle rhythm on the armrest of his wheelchair, one tap after another.

At this moment, at Beijing International Airport, the sun is at its highest point in the sky.

Yun Mingyuan's car was already waiting outside the terminal.

He leaned against the car, his left hand still in a sling, but he didn't look disheveled at all.

Not long after, a group of people in suits emerged from the terminal exit.

The man in the lead was burly, over 1.9 meters tall, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. His slightly graying sideburns and neatly styled hair gave him a striking appearance. His face was sharply defined, like that of a veteran Italian movie star who had stepped out of a fashion magazine.

He was followed by five men, all of them strong and muscular, walking in unison.

Yun Mingyuan stood with his shoulders and back straight.

The two met face to face, and without saying a word, they gave each other a tight hug.

The man patted Yun Mingyuan on the back with considerable force.

"Owen," Yun Mingyuan said.

"Far."

Owen Di Martino released him, glanced at his sling arm, and said in heavily accented English, "You're injured, and you still came to pick me up."

Yun Mingyuan chuckled: "Perfect timing, let me show you just how safe China is right now."

Owen raised an eyebrow but didn't respond.

He looked up at the sky, then at the car lights in the distance, and said, "I already know about Fura."

Yun Mingyuan opened the car door for him: "Let's talk in the car."

Owen bent down and sat down, with Yun Mingyuan following closely behind.

The people Owen brought got into the car behind.

The car quickly started and merged into the traffic.