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

Yun Mingyi was kicked awake from his dream by a strong force.

"Ugh!!"

He groaned and opened his eyes, only to see a small, white foot lying across his chest, its toes twitching slightly, as if it wouldn't stay still even in its dream.

He turned his head to the side. Xiao Jin was sleeping in a crooked position, lying sideways with the blanket completely wrapped around her, except for one leg that was sticking out and resting on him.

He propped himself up and sat up, first gently removing the little foot that had committed the crime from his chest, then tucking the blanket around her.

Xiao Jin turned over, mumbled something incoherently, and then fell into a deep sleep again.

Yun Mingyi looked at her with some puzzlement, thinking to himself:

How can such tiny feet have such power?!

He rubbed his chest, tiptoed out of bed, washed up, and went downstairs. Uncle Chen had already set out breakfast.

Yun Mingyuan was reading a newspaper in the restaurant. When he saw him come down, he didn't even lift his eyelids: "Xiao Jin slept in your room last night?"

"Judging from your appearance, you were kicked awake, weren't you?"

Yun Mingyi grunted in agreement, sat down in his wheelchair, and picked up the soy milk.

Yun Mingyuan turned a page of the newspaper, his tone carrying the calmness of someone with experience: "Xiao Jin's feet are like missiles. Last time I was in the hospital, she kicked me from the waist to the face, and I didn't sleep well all night."

Yun Mingyi twitched the corner of his mouth.

He instructed Uncle Chen, "Xiao Jin is still in my room. Go check on her in a bit, and don't let her sleep too long, or the food will get cold."

"Yes, Young Master Mingyi."

Yun Mingyi looked at his brother, "How are things going between you and Mr. Owen?"

Yun Mingyuan suddenly put down his newspaper and said, "Fura has been released from custody, and the police are after the real culprit. Owen will take her and Fu Yuheng back to Italy in a few days."

Yun Mingyi paused, his hand still holding the cup. "What did the Fu family say? Will they agree?"

He remembered that Fu Yuheng's father was the youngest son of the old master of the Fu family, and the couple only had Fu Yuheng as their child.

"You have to agree, whether you like it or not," Yun Mingyuan said. "You know Ouen's methods. In the end, this is something Fu Yuheng brought upon himself. I'll try my best not to let the Yun family get too deeply involved."

Yun Mingyi didn't speak, but slowly nodded.

He knew in his heart that the Yun family could no longer be completely innocent.

From the moment Fura was taken away, from the moment Yun Ziqian was pushed into the interrogation room, some debts were already owed to the Yun family.

But he didn't say anything more.

His brother knew some things, but he didn't want him to worry too much.

For the next two days, Xiao Jin appeared in Yun Mingyi's room every night without fail to give him acupuncture and massage.

On the morning of Wen Wen's funeral, Yun Mingyi unusually woke up a little late.

When he came out in a black suit, Xiao Jin was sitting at the dining table eating a steamed bun. When she saw him dressed like this, her eyes widened.

"Little nephew, you look so dark today!" she said, then leaned closer to look. "Xiao Jin has never seen you wear such dark clothes before."

Yun Mingyi straightened his cuffs and said, "I'm going to a funeral today."

Xiao Jin blinked, seemingly understanding but not quite: "Is it the older sister you like?"

Yun Mingyi was silent for a moment, then nodded slightly.

Xiao Jin stuffed the last bite of the bun into her mouth, jumped off the chair, ran to his legs, and looked up at him with her little face: "Then Xiao Jin will go too. Xiao Jin will go see her sister off."

Yun Mingyi looked down at her, initially wanting to refuse, but upon meeting those excessively clear eyes, he finally nodded.

He had someone change Xiao Jin into a simple dress, and then pinned a small white flower in her hair before taking her to the car.

Not many people came to the funeral.

Wen Wen had many friends during her lifetime, but in the end, only a few were willing to come and see her off.

Yun Mingyi did not approach, but stopped at a distance in the shadow of the tree.

Xiao Jin stood quietly beside his wheelchair, her little hands gripping the armrests, without saying a word.

Looking at the photos in the mourning hall, Yun Mingyi felt a mix of emotions.

They had many years together, and many things that were hard to explain.

He thought he could stay calm until the very end, but standing here now, a dull, aching feeling slowly seeped from the cracks in his bones.

Just then, an untimely figure appeared in sight.

Fu Yuheng, dressed smartly, mingled among the mourners with a nonchalant smile on his face.

He seemed to have seen Yun Mingyi as well, and with a turn of his feet, he walked over.

"President Yun, what a rare guest." Fu Yuheng glanced around from his wheelchair and smiled meaningfully. "Is this your first public appearance since you returned to China? I thought you didn't want to see people anymore."

Yun Mingyi ignored his pleasantries and asked coldly, "What are you doing here?"

Fu Yuheng shrugged, as if he'd heard a hilarious joke: "Here to send Wen Wen on her way. What a pity that such a beautiful woman is so envied by heaven."

When he said "what a pity," he deliberately dragged out the word, his gaze flippant, showing no sign of mourning whatsoever.

Xiao Jin stood beside Yun Mingyi's legs, her little face already tense.

Although she didn't understand the adults' subtleties, she could tell that the smile on this uncle's face was malicious.

Yun Mingyi obviously figured it out as well.

His fingers tightened on the wheelchair armrest, his voice as cold as ice: "If you're here to pay your respects, then pay your respects properly. If you don't want to, then get out now."

Fu Yuheng's smile faded.

He leaned down, close to Yun Mingyi's ear, and said in a low but vulgar voice, "Of course I'm here to pay my respects."

"After all... she was in my bed the night before she died."

"Oh, I forgot, that was the day you proposed to Wenwen."

Yun Mingyi felt a surge of anger well up inside him. By the time he came to his senses, a hand had already grabbed Fu Yuheng's collar, the veins on the back of his hand bulging out.

"Are you looking for death?!"

Fu Yuheng was pulled down and bent over, but he didn't take it seriously. He looked at Yun Mingyi with a smile and said, "A cripple like you wants to act like a jealous person? Too bad. Even if you want to stand up and beat me up now, you'll have to ask your legs for permission first."

Yun Mingyi didn't speak, but stared at him angrily.

But Fu Yuheng was right, he couldn't stand up.

Just then, Xiao Jin, who was standing nearby, made a move.

Like an enraged little animal, she rushed over, raised her small foot, and stomped on Fu Yuheng's black leather shoes with all her might.

"Awooo—!"

Fu Yuheng let out a scream, grabbed his foot and jumped up, staggering a couple of steps. Yun Mingyi let go, and he fell to the ground with a thud.

His face contorted in pain as he pointed at Xiao Jin and yelled, "You little brat! Are you crazy? Do you know how much these shoes cost? My toes... my toes are going to break!"

Xiao Jin stood in front of him, her ears turning red with anger, her voice crisp and loud: "You're not allowed to talk about Sister Wenwen like that!"

"So many people here are sad, but you're the only one laughing! You bullied my sister and my nephew, you're a bad person! A really bad person!"

Fu Yuheng was taken aback, then gritted his teeth and sneered, "I'm just telling the truth. What, can't you bear to hear it?"

As soon as he said that, many people around him looked over.

Several people standing nearby looked rather grim, and one of them muttered under his breath, "What the hell?"

An elderly woman walked over, pointed at Fu Yuheng, and said:

"This is Wen Wen's mourning hall. If you don't behave yourself, get out. Don't spout such vulgar nonsense in front of her spirit!"

Fu Yuheng wanted to retort, but the gazes around him were like knives stabbing at him.

He opened his mouth, but ultimately said nothing, only giving Yun Mingyi a hateful look. "Yun Mingyi, we'll see about this!"

With that, he got up from the ground and limped away.

Yun Mingyi loosened the armrests of his wheelchair and turned to look at Xiao Jin.

Xiao Jin was still standing there, her chest heaving, clearly very angry.

Yun Mingyi reached out and helped her into the wheelchair, saying softly, "Don't be angry. Thank you, Xiao Jin."

Xiao Jin buried her head in his chest and mumbled, "He's a bad guy. He'll get his feet stepped on by Xiao Jin again!"

Yun Mingyi patted Xiao Jin's head, his anger still simmering, but he first comforted her, "It's alright."

"Thank you for protecting me, Xiao Jin. Who taught you this move?"

Upon hearing this, Xiao Jin felt a little better, looked up at Yun Mingyi, and exclaimed happily, "It's Master!"

"Master, teach me how to step on my toes."

"Because they're big, and Xiao Jin is small," she said, gesturing earnestly, "Master taught me to step on their toes so they fall down and become as tall as Xiao Jin, then Xiao Jin can beat them up!"

As Xiao Jin spoke, he waved his fist and punched it twice, looking exactly like a mischievous child.

A faint smile appeared on Yun Mingyi's lips.

Xiao Jin withdrew her hand, looked at Yun Mingyi, and seeing the sadness in his eyes, she raised her hand and touched his head, "Don't cry, don't cry."

Yun Mingyi didn't speak, he just closed his eyes.

Xiao Jin's gaze suddenly shifted from Yun Mingyi's face to a phantom figure in a white dress under a tree not far away.

It's Wen Wen.

She stood there, staring blankly at them.

Xiao Jin mouthed the words in a low voice:

"Sister, I'll beat him up for you, don't be sad."

Wen Wen was too ashamed to look at Xiao Jin. She simply raised her hand and waved, then her figure gradually drifted away with the wind and disappeared from the spot.

This time, she really left.

-

At this time, the Fu family.

Fu Yuanxun and Sang Jiamei stood in front of the old man. Sang Jiamei's eyes were red, and her voice was hoarse.

"Dad, Yu Heng made a mistake, but it doesn't deserve to be sent to Italy. What kind of place is that? It's Martino's territory. If he really goes there, how can things possibly end well? Isn't that like pushing your own grandson into a fire pit?"

Old Master Fu sat in his chair, a cup of lukewarm tea beside him, without even lifting his eyelids:

"He started the fire himself, and he expects others to jump into the fire for him?"

Fu Yuanxun's face turned pale. He stepped forward and, suppressing his anger, said, "Dad, Yu Heng is a member of our Fu family."

"Even if we need to teach them a lesson, we can't let the Martino family do it. What will outsiders think of us? What will the shareholders think of us?"

The old man didn't say anything.

Fu Hengjue, who was standing to the side, spoke first.

He was very tall, wearing a black turtleneck sweater, and looked like a newly unsheathed knife, cold and sharp.

"Second Uncle, Second Aunt, I made it clear to Fu Yuheng before his wedding. The Martino family is not one to be trifled with. What did he say to me then? He said they were practically offering themselves up."

Fu Hengjue's voice turned even colder at this point, "Now that she's married into the family and they have a child, he's out there messing around. Tell me, if you were Ou En, how would you handle this?"

Sang Jiamei was taken aback by his words, and tears welled up in her eyes again: "We're not protecting Yu Heng, it's just that he's never suffered since he was a child, and his health isn't good... Going to Italy, those people are the worst at torturing people, he definitely won't be able to endure it."

Fu Hengjue seemed to find the laugh extremely unfunny, and twitched the corner of his mouth: "Then let's go together. With you guys there, he won't be without support."

Fu Yuanxun and Sang Jiamei exchanged a glance, their expressions stiffening, and their faces darkened.

When Fu Yuanxun spoke again, he was already somewhat exasperated: "Hengjue, don't just stand there and talk like you don't know what's going on. Yu Heng is still your brother, no matter what!"

"Yes," Fu Hengjue said, "that's why I can't let the entire Fu family be buried with him."

"A falling out with the Martino family will definitely severely damage the Fu family's overseas businesses."

Grandpa Fu finally put down his teacup.

The bottom of the cup tapped on the table with a soft sound, which silenced the entire room.