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

Yun Zhengbang tucked the fruit candy into his inner pocket, as if he were carrying some extraordinary treasure.

He looked down at Xiao Jin, his gaze kind and gentle, his tone unhurried:

"When Ziqian comes out, have him take you to see your little estate. It's quite a large place; have Ziang raise some rabbits and ponies for you."

Xiao Jin was unpacking a box of chocolates when she replied without looking up, "Okay, okay! Xiao Jin wants to raise white rabbits and chicks!"

She nodded crisply, but then suddenly realized something was wrong. Her hand paused, and she looked up at Yun Zhengbang. "Huh, how did Zhengbang know that my little nephew Ziqian was coming out?"

Yun Zhengbang chuckled, not answering directly, but glancing at the person who had just reached the study door.

Yun Ziang was eavesdropping on the door frame when he froze at the doorway, his face looking as if he had been struck by lightning.

He walked in, his voice stammering, "Grandpa, how...how did you know?"

Yun Zhengbang pushed the Xuan paper aside, gave a forced smile, and snorted, "Everyone wants to keep it from this old man, but who am I?"

"I'm just old, not stupid. In this family, do you think I don't know who goes out in the middle of the night, who doesn't come back all night, and who drives like they're going to their death?"

Yun Ziang chuckled twice and scratched the back of his head: "It wasn't on purpose that we kept it from you, we just didn't want you to worry. You're not fully recovered yet, and the doctor said you shouldn't get excited, so we didn't dare tell you."

He spoke softer and softer, "And it really wasn't my brother who did it. We've found evidence, and the police are investigating it again. My brother will be out soon."

Upon hearing this, Yun Zhengbang's expression darkened further: "Get him out? If he's in, let him stay a couple more days. He actually walked into such a clumsy scheme, and was even pinned down at the crime scene. Isn't he just handing himself over to be a target?"

He grew angrier as he spoke, "Yun Ziqian has only grown in intelligence over the years, but he hasn't learned his lesson. Let him reflect on his actions and learn from his mistakes."

Yun Zi'ang muttered under his breath, "He can hold on, but our stocks can't..."

Yun Zhengbang glared at him, and Yun Ziang immediately shut up and took a half step back.

Remembering what Yun Mingyuan had told him, he said, "Grandpa, my dad is back."

"I also brought a friend, an Italian named Owen."

Upon hearing this, Yun Zhengbang suddenly sighed and said, "I understand."

He turned to look at Xiao Jin, his expression softening, and reached out to tap her forehead:

"I had Uncle Chen give the order early this morning to make you some pork ribs and chicken soup. Go eat with Zi'ang first, don't let our Xiao Jin go hungry."

"Okay!" Xiao Jin slid off the chair with the chocolate box in her arms, grabbed Yun Ziang's clothes, and walked out.

Yun Zi'ang said awkwardly to Yun Zhengbang, "Grandpa, I'll take her to eat first."

Yun Zhengbang waved his hand, and after they left, he slowly stood up, straightened his clothes, and walked towards the living room.

In the reception room, Yun Mingyuan and Ou En were sitting on the sofa talking in hushed tones.

Yun Zhengbang walked over, and Yun Mingyuan stood up first: "Dad."

Owen also stood up.

He was half a head taller than Yun Zhengbang, but he kept his imposing manner well. He bowed slightly and greeted him in broken Chinese, "Mr. Yun, I apologize for disturbing you."

Yun Zhengbang looked him up and down, nodded, and gestured for him to sit: "Mr. Ouen, you've come from afar, no need to be so polite. You are Mingyuan's friend, so you are a guest of the Yun family."

He sat down in the main seat, picked up his tea, and slowly said, "Mingyuan has mentioned you quite a bit over the years."

Owen sat down again and smiled, "Yuan is my most important friend. He has helped me a lot."

Yun Zhengbang hummed in agreement and didn't ask any further questions.

The two elderly people spoke Chinese and Italian respectively, and occasionally Yun Mingyuan would translate a few words in between, but strangely, there was never a dull moment.

Uncle Chen poured more tea, and the atmosphere in the living room relaxed.

On the third day, Yun Ziqian was released.

Only Yun Zi'ang came to pick him up.

He drove an unassuming black minivan and parked it at the side entrance of the police station.

When Yun Ziqian came out, he was even thinner than he had been three days ago, with a layer of bluish stubble on his chin, and he looked extremely haggard.

He walked to the car, and Yun Ziang suddenly pulled out a bunch of green pomelo leaves from the trunk, dipped them in water, and swept them on him a few times.

Yun Ziqian frowned and took a step back: "What are you doing?"

"To ward off bad luck." Yun Zi'ang said seriously, his hands still moving, not even sparing his brother's back and shoulders. "People say you have to sweep with pomelo leaves after coming out of there. Otherwise, the bad luck will follow you home, at best you'll have bad luck, at worst—"

He paused for a moment, not daring to continue.

Yun Ziqian wanted to say something more, but he held back and only managed to squeeze out two words: "Boring."

Then he opened the car door and got in.

Seeing that he didn't get angry, Yun Ziang's mood improved. He tossed the pomelo leaf into the back seat, got into the driver's seat, and started the car. "Brother, you've suffered. But it's not all bad. Your face looks particularly telling right now, like the male lead in a suspense movie."

After he finished speaking, fearing he would be scolded, he quickly added, "I was just praising you."

Yun Ziqian leaned back in his chair, eyes half-closed, ignoring him. After a while, he asked, "How's things at home?"

As Yun Zi'ang turned the steering wheel, he said, "Grandpa is waiting for you at home. Uncle is at the company now. Dad..."

"Oh, speaking of Dad, he really gave me a shock this time. You don't know, do you? When he was young, he was involved in the Italian Mafia and was sworn brothers with the head of the Martino family! That head of the family is Fura's dad, Owen."

"He's right here in our house! My goodness, you wouldn't believe it, at first glance I thought he was some Godfather from a movie who had stepped out..."

Yun Zi'ang talked on and on, embellishing the old stories he had heard from Yun Mingyi, "I will never talk back to Dad again."

He also said I was a fool, and that I was much more obedient than him.

Yun Ziqian listened, occasionally humming in agreement, but his eyes remained expressionless.

Only after Yun Ziang finished speaking did he ask, "How was Wen Wen's case investigated later?"

Yun Ziang lowered his voice slightly: "The police are close to finding the real culprit. They've recovered the smart doorbell's video footage and found the bloodstained door ornament. Combined with the time of death and other clues, they can basically identify it as a fugitive with a criminal record."

"He was 176 cm tall, had a scar on his left cheek, wore gloves, and a gray coat. He matched the man Wen Wen last saw."

Yun Ziqian frowned: "What was the motive for the murder?"

"We don't know yet." Yun Ziang shook his head. "That person seemed to have come prepared. After killing someone, they even staged the scene to make it look like you did it. They were probably paid to do it. We just don't know who's behind it."

Yun Ziqian didn't speak, but just turned his head to look out the window.

The car was passing a road lined with sycamore trees, and the shadows of the leaves slid across his face, flickering in and out.

He knew this whole thing was aimed at him.

But who exactly is behind this?

At this moment, on the top floor of an office building in Beijing.

Zhou Kai stood with his back to the door in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

He braced himself against the glass with one hand and held his phone in the other, his knuckles turning slightly white from the force.

The person on the other end of the phone was still rambling on, but his expression grew increasingly grim. Finally, unable to contain his anger, he abruptly interrupted, "Didn't I tell you to clean up the mess? Huh? What are you good for?!"

The person on the other end of the phone sounded unsteady: "I...I really didn't know it was a video doorbell. I disabled all the security cameras in the hallway before I went in, I just didn't expect the apartment across the hall to have one..."

"You didn't expect that? You didn't expect that's all? Now the police are looking for you everywhere!" Zhou Kai angrily yanked his tie askew, paced back and forth in front of the window twice, and lowered his voice, each word seemingly squeezed out from between his teeth, "You can't do anything right now. Do you hear me?"

"I'll arrange a boat at 6 PM tomorrow. If you get caught before then, good luck. If you dare to give anything away, you know what will happen to your family."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone before someone said, "...I understand."

Zhou Kai didn't say anything more and hung up the phone.

He stood by the window, his chest heaving for several seconds, when he suddenly remembered what the little girl named Xiaojin had said to him in the hospital that day.

A strange feeling suddenly came over me.

How did that child know? Who is she?

He had a premonition that the little girl would ruin everything they had been preparing for all these years.

Zhou Kai closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his eyes were filled with a sinister look.

He picked up another phone and dialed a number.

The call was answered after two rings.

He only said one sentence: "Investigate that kid named Xiao Jin. The new kid from the Yun family."

"Find out exactly where you came from."