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

"Alright, Xiao Jin is going to find Uncle Chen now."

As Xiao Jin spoke, she turned around and ran away with her short legs.

Yun Mingyue smiled, and seeing Xiao Jin's empty hands, said with a touch of affection, "You're so clumsy, you forgot to take everything."

She took Xiao Jin's bag and the box that Li Zheng had given her from the car.

The box was heavy, and she was too lazy to carry it, so she tossed it to Yun Ziang.

Yun Zi'ang glanced at it curiously, "What's in here? It's so heavy!"

Yun Mingyue smiled, with a hint of pride: "The gold that Xiao Jin earned."

Yun Ziqian rubbed his palms as he leaned closer. "What gold?"

Yun Ziang opened the box, revealing neatly arranged gold bars that gleamed dazzlingly in the sunlight.

"Wow!!!" Yun Ziang's eyes hurt from the light, so he quickly closed the box.

"Holy crap, I went out this morning, and it's only been two hours. Where did my little aunt get another box of gold?"

Yun Zi'ang's expression froze as he thought of something. "Could it be that my little aunt's abilities have evolved to the point where she can find gold?"

Yun Ziqian took a deep breath, speechless. "Yes, Xiao Jin can find gold, and she can also shape the gold she finds into rectangles and then stamp them with the bank's logo."

Yun Mingyue looked at the two brothers in front of her and recounted what had just happened.

Yun Ziang sighed, "My little aunt's net worth is already higher than mine."

"I still have the million that my little aunt earned here."

Yun Ziqian continued, "Not only that, Grandpa also gave Xiao Jin a manor."

"A whole estate?!" Yun Zi'ang was so shocked he couldn't close his mouth.

Yun Mingyue frowned slightly. "Dad bought Xiaojin a manor."

Yun Ziqian nodded, while Yun Mingyue looked somewhat worried. "Then the emerald jewelry set I prepared will be a bit embarrassing to present."

She prepared a complete set of emerald jewelry for Xiao Jin, which cost less than ten million. Compared to her father's gift, it was nothing.

Yun Mingyue was a little annoyed. If she had known, she would have given it to Xiao Jin earlier.

Yun Zi'ang listened, staring longingly at the box in his hands, and whispered:

"Little auntie, you have to give me lucky money this Chinese New Year!"

Yun Ziqian comforted her, "It's alright, Auntie. Whether it's the manor, jewelry, or gold, they're all the same to Xiao Jin."

Upon hearing this, Yun Mingyue recalled the saying, "I don't want gold, I want oranges," and suddenly smiled with relief, "We adults, who have been corrupted by money and power, all think of children as just like us."

But children don't have that many thoughts.

The three exchanged knowing smiles and walked into the house.

-

On the other side, inside the company.

Yun Mingyi rubbed his head, feeling a headache coming on. He had lost two days' worth of memory and had also missed an important meeting.

During his two-day business trip, he was supposed to attend an important meeting in a neighboring city, but after being possessed by that strange thing, he didn't attend the meeting and instead stayed in the hotel for a day.

"I'm really impressed."

He was looking at the documents in front of him when Wang Zan suddenly knocked on the door and came in to report to the supervisor:

"President, we have already given compensation to Miss Wen's parents. Miss Wen's funeral will be in two days."

Yun Mingyi was taken aback. "So fast?"

Wang Zan said, "Yes, Ms. Wen's parents do not want to stay in Beijing any longer."

Wenwen's parents divorced a few years ago. Her mother remarried, and her father is also in a relationship.

Yun Mingyi's expression was complicated. After a long while, he said, "Understood. Cancel that day's schedule and send me the funeral address."

"Yes, Mr. President."

After Wang Zan left, Yun Mingyi leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.

Wenwen's death is like a fine thorn, stuck in a place in my heart that I don't often touch.

It wasn't exactly heart-wrenching, but there was always a dull ache that was hard to describe.

He opened his eyes and forced himself to focus on the documents in front of him, but the words on the paper seemed to float on the surface of water, and he couldn't read them no matter what.

Just then, my phone vibrated.

He glanced down and saw it was Xiao Jin's phone watch.

He swiped to answer the call, and Xiao Jin's soft voice came through the receiver: "My little nephew Mingyi, when are you coming back?"

Yun Mingyi's brow furrowed slightly without him realizing it: "I'll go home after get off work."

"Can you go back to the villa? Xiao Jin misses you." Xiao Jin's voice was soft and sweet, like she was holding her face and acting coquettishly on the other end of the phone.

Yun Mingyi chuckled softly: "What are you missing about me?"

"I miss your warm bed, I miss your wheelchair, I miss my little nephew," Xiao Jin said, giggling to herself. She quickly added, "Xiao Jin also wants you to bring me some delicious food! Spring pancakes, roasted chestnuts, and milk pudding!"

Yun Mingyi's lips curled up: "Okay, I'll buy them all for you."

"I'll bring them all back to you as soon as I get off work."

"Okay!" Xiao Jin replied crisply.

Xiao Jin said a few more words and then hung up the phone. Yun Mingyi sat there lost in thought for a while.

The pent-up emotions I felt earlier were somewhat relieved by this phone call.

He picked up his pen again and finished dealing with the tasks at hand one by one.

That evening, as soon as Yun Mingyi's car stopped in front of the villa, Xiao Jin suddenly appeared out of nowhere, like a puppy waiting for its owner. Upon seeing him, she skillfully jumped onto his wheelchair and plopped down.

Yun Tianlin followed behind her, holding half a piece of unfinished pastry in his hand. When he saw his uncle looking over, he called out "Uncle" somewhat embarrassedly.

Yun Mingyi handed the food he brought back to Uncle Chen, so that Xiao Jin and Tian Lin could share it.

In the living room, Yun Mingyuan was on the phone with someone, while Yun Ziang and Yun Ziqian were talking quietly by the sofa.

Yun Mingyue and Yun Zhengbang sat together, talking about something.

The warmth of home, like hot soup, wafted in from all directions, warming Yun Mingyi's heart.

After dinner, Yun Mingyi returned to his room. After a quick wash, he came out of the bathroom and saw a small bulge in his blanket.

He pushed the wheelchair over and called softly, "Xiao Jin?"

There was a slight movement under the covers, and a little head popped out, its face flushed from being covered up.

Her hair was a little messy from sleeping, and her eyes sparkled as she looked up at him: "Little nephew, your bed smells so good."

Yun Mingyi chuckled.

He gripped the armrests of his wheelchair and slowly moved himself to the edge of the bed. He then reached out and scooped Xiao Jin onto his lap, asking gently, "What did you do today?"

Xiao Jin counted on her fingers:

"We had pork rib soup, visited Uncle Orange's son, and even received some gold. My little niece said there are lots of delicious things at kindergarten, so Xiao Jin is going to go to kindergarten!"

She also said that she can learn to read and make many friends in the future.

A smile appeared in Yun Mingyi's eyes: "Then do you want to go?"

"Yes, I do!" Xiao Jin nodded emphatically, then turned her head to look at him with her chin tilted up. "However, there's still one very important thing I haven't done today."

"What is it?"

Xiao Jin blinked and touched Yun Mingyi's leg with her little hand: "To treat my nephew's leg."

Yun Mingyi was slightly taken aback.

He has indeed been taking his medication on time recently, and he has regained sensation of temperature below his knees, which the doctor said is a good sign.

He asked softly, "Is it still acupuncture today?"

Xiao Jin nodded, then smiled mysteriously: "Today we'll have acupuncture and massage too."

As she spoke, she took out a roll of cloth from the small cloth bag she always carried on her back, unfolded it, and inserted several rows of silver needles of different lengths.

She jumped off Yun Mingyi's lap, huffed and puffed as she sat down to the side, and then made Yun Mingyi roll up his trouser legs.

When the silver needles were inserted into his leg, Yun Mingyi first felt a slight coolness, followed by a very subtle tingling and numbness, as if something was being slowly awakened from deep within the acupoints.

Xiao Jin's little hands are very steady. She inserts each needle gently, and occasionally stops to press the acupoints next to her with her fingertips.

The warm sensation slowly crawled along his meridians, as if an invisible warm current was gradually flowing into his long-stiffened bones.

After the acupuncture was finished, Xiao Jin rolled up her sleeves, rubbed her hands together seriously, and then began to massage him.

Her fingers were short, but she was quite strong. Each press was firm and solid, pushing from her knees to her calves and back to her ankles, while she panted heavily, as if she were pushing something very heavy.

Yun Mingyi looked at her puffed-out cheeks as she strained, feeling both sorry for her and amused. He tried to tell her to stop several times, but she glared at him with displeasure each time.

After a long while, Xiao Jin finally stopped, leaned softly into Yun Mingyi's arms, and let out a long sigh:

"Xiao Jin is exhausted!"

"Thank you for your hard work." Yun Mingyi affectionately pinched Xiao Jin's cheek.

Xiao Jin's eyelids were already drooping, and she mumbled:

"Little nephew, if you do it a few more times, you'll be able to stand up."

Yun Mingyi felt something hit his chest hard.

He looked down at Xiao Jin's sleepy face, her eyes barely open, and asked in a slightly hoarse voice, "Xiao Jin, can I really stand up?"

No one answered.

Xiao Jin was already asleep, breathing lightly and evenly, her little hands still clutching the front of his shirt.

Yun Mingyi took a deep breath and turned his head to look out the window.

The night was deep, yet he felt a brightness he had never seen before.

He gently pulled Xiao Jin closer to his chest, his voice so low that only he could hear it: "Okay, I must stand up."