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

Old Master Fu raised his eyes, his gaze lingering for a moment on his youngest son Fu Yuanxun's face, before slowly saying, "I've made up my mind about this."

"Before Yu Heng leaves, he should complete all the necessary procedures. If he still considers me his grandfather, he should pack his own bags and go properly."

"If he doesn't acknowledge it, then from now on, he need not set foot in the Fu family's house again."

Sang Jiamei wanted to say something more, but Fu Yuanxun stopped her.

He gritted his teeth, didn't look at Fu Zongxu again, and said to the old man, "Alright. I'll listen to you, but I'll remember what happened today."

After he finished speaking, he grabbed Sang Jiamei and walked out of the hall without looking back.

After the door was closed, the room became quiet again.

Fu Zongxu glanced at the door and whispered, "Grandpa, Second Uncle is definitely not happy about this, and he's probably making a scene."

Grandpa Fu grunted and leaned back in his chair: "Let him go. What trouble can he cause?"

He knew his youngest son too well; he had been spoiled rotten, only good for eating, drinking, gambling, and whoring, and knew nothing else.

"His son is a good-for-nothing; there's no point in blaming anyone else."

Fu Zongxu did not speak again.

A breeze picked up outside the window, causing the flower branches in the yard to sway from side to side.

Meanwhile, the villa in One City had been taken out of surveillance, and Fura was sitting by the window, looking at the gray-blue sky outside.

When Owen came in, she didn't turn around, but when she heard the familiar footsteps behind her, her eyes reddened.

Owen walked behind her, put his hand on her shoulder, and whispered in Italian, "It's alright, Dad's here."

Fura seemed to have all her strength drained away at once; her shoulders slumped slightly, and tears streamed down her face.

She turned around, hugged Owen's waist, buried her face in his chest, and said in a muffled and aggrieved voice, "They've wronged me."

Owen patted her hair, as if coaxing her when she was a child: "I know. That's why I'm taking that boy back to Italy. If you like playing with him, then take him with you."

He paused for a moment, then said, "Go back to our place, you can do whatever you want there."

Fura raised her head, wiped away her tears, and her tone suddenly turned cold: "I won't let him get away with this. He betrayed me and even got me taken away by the police. I'll make him pay for this tenfold."

Owen didn't object, he just patted her on the back: "Go wash your face. Have dinner with Yuan's family tonight. We'll go back in a couple of days."

He looked at Yun Mingyuan and said in Chinese, "Yuan, thank you for taking care of Fura these past few days. I owe you one."

Yun Mingyuan lit a cigarette, but didn't smoke it, just held it between his fingers: "It's too formal to talk like this. You took a bullet for me back then, and you didn't ask me to repay you."

Fura chuckled at these words, then lowered her head to wipe the wetness from the corner of her eyes.

She did indeed inherit Owen's personality—a reluctance to show weakness in front of others and an extremely sentimental nature.

In the evening, at a very private courtyard restaurant in Beijing.

Yun Mingyuan arrived with Yun Ziqian, Yun Ziang, and Xiao Jin.

Yun Mingyi was still handling business at the company, and Yun Mingyue was busy with Xiao Jin's school enrollment, so neither of them came.

Xiao Jin, wearing a light blue dress, was held in Yun Ziang's arms. As soon as she entered the room, she looked around and finally fixed her gaze on Fura's face.

"Wow!" she exclaimed softly, "Sister, you're so beautiful, like an angel!"

Fura paused for a moment, then smiled, bending down to look at her: "You're cute too, like a little cake."

Xiao Jin blushed with pride after being praised, and swung her little legs to sit next to Fula.

She stared at Fula for a while, then suddenly said, "Sister has a baby in her tummy."

Fula was taken aback and turned to look at Yun Mingyuan: "Uncle Yuan, did you tell her?"

Yun Mingyuan shook his head: "I didn't tell anyone."

Xiao Jin proudly raised her little face: "Xiao Jin figured it out herself."

"My sister's forehead is glowing, a sign of maternal health; her uterus is also full and rosy, she must be pregnant."

Fura didn't quite understand, but found it very interesting, and pressed on, "Then can you tell if it's a boy or a girl?"

Xiao Jin nodded earnestly: "She's a little sister, very pretty, just like an older sister."

Fura's eyes lit up immediately.

She actually wanted a daughter too.

Owen sat in the main seat, watching this scene, and his usually sharp features softened unconsciously.

He smiled and looked at Xiao Jin, saying in slightly accented Chinese, "Little aunt, come back to Italy with me. I'll take you on a big ship, and we'll eat ice cream for the rest of our lives."

Xiao Jin tilted her head, thought seriously for two seconds, and said, "Xiao Jin can't go with you. Xiao Jin wants to stay in China, catch bad guys, and protect her grand-nephews."

"However, Xiao Jin allows you to send Xiao Jin ice cream, and you can send it to Xiao Jin for the rest of your life!"

Everyone at the table was amused by her words.

Owen was overjoyed and repeatedly agreed.

Before the meal began, Yun Mingyuan glanced at the empty seat and casually asked, "Is Fu Yuheng not coming?"

Fura's smile faded. She picked up her water glass and said calmly, "No need to wait for him. He probably won't have time to come."

The waiters began serving the dishes.

A bowl of cream of mushroom soup was served in front of Xiao Jin first. She picked it up with both hands, took a sip, pursed her lips, and then turned to stare at Fura's bowl of soup.

Seeing her greedy look, Fura smiled and pushed her own soup towards her: "Want some?"

Xiao Jin nodded, then shook her head: "Sister's bowl tastes different, Xiao Jin wants to try it."

She pushed her soup towards Fura, "Can we switch?"

Yun Mingyuan said in a low voice, "Xiao Jin, don't be rude."

Fura didn't mind and swapped bowls with Xiao Jin.

Xiao Jin held Fura's bowl of soup, scooped a spoonful, and put it in her mouth.

But after chewing for only a couple of times, she suddenly stopped, her little face scrunched up strangely, and then she spat out two small white pills that hadn't completely dissolved.

She stuck out her tongue and fanned the soup with her hand: "There's something bitter in this soup, it doesn't taste good."

Yun Ziqian was the first to react, his expression changed drastically, and he abruptly stood up and walked to Xiao Jin's side.

He looked down at the two wet, almost dissolved pills on the table, then picked up Xiao Jin's spoon and scooped them up from the bottom of the bowl, his knuckles turning white from the force.

"Something was put in the soup." His voice suddenly turned serious. He turned to Xiao Jin and asked, "Did you swallow it? Did you manage to swallow it? Does your stomach hurt? Are you dizzy?"

As he spoke, he reached out and pinched Xiao Jin's cheek, wanting to look into her mouth.

Xiao Jin was startled by his reaction. She blinked and shook her head, "No, Xiao Jin didn't swallow it. It was so disgusting that Xiao Jin vomited it up."

She pouted, looking a little aggrieved, "My sister's soup doesn't taste good."

Yun Zi'ang also became anxious: "Brother, what kind of medicine is that?"

Yun Ziqian didn't answer, but said to Yun Mingyuan, "Dad, immediately detain the person in charge here, and don't let any of the kitchen staff go. This soup probably wasn't meant for Xiaojin."

He looked at Fura, his face grim. "If Xiao Jin hadn't wanted to change the soup, these two pills should have been taken by Fura."

The table was silent.

Fura slowly lowered her hand holding the spoon, and the smile on her face completely disappeared.

Owen sat next to her without saying a word.

He didn't ask "who it was," nor did he say "how could it be?"

He slowly lifted the napkin from his lap and said to Yun Mingyuan, "Yuan, I need a name."

Yun Mingyuan frowned deeply, his voice icy cold: "I'll give it to you before tonight."

Yun Mingyuan had already stood up, taken out his phone, and made a call.

It rang only once before being answered.

He spoke briefly, his voice extremely low, yet it carried an undeniable chill:

"Control all entrances and exits of this restaurant. No one in the kitchen is allowed to leave. Bring back all the surveillance footage, order records, and people who have handled the soup."

After hanging up the phone, he looked at Yun Ziqian and said, "Take Xiaojin to the hospital for a checkup."

"Take this pill for testing."

Yun Ziqian nodded and picked up Xiao Jin.

Xiao Jin was still clutching Yun Mingyuan's clothes when she whispered, "Nephew, I really didn't swallow it. It just tastes a little bitter in my mouth."

Yun Mingyuan patted her head, his coldness softening slightly: "I know. Go see a doctor, and go home if you're alright."

Yun Ziang also stood up: "I'll drive."

He took two steps and then looked back at Fura.

Fura sat there, her previous ease gone, as if someone had poured a glass of ice water over her head, her eyes filled with sadness: "No need to trouble yourself."

"The only people I know here are from the Fu family, and it's only possible that they hate me."

Owen's face darkened. "Since Chofra has made her move..."

Yun Mingyuan had already guessed it: "Xiao Jin wanted to change the soup herself. If Xiao Jin hadn't been here today, these pills would have already gone into Fura's mouth."

Fura suddenly spoke, her voice still relatively calm: "What kind of medicine is it?"

Yun Mingyuan said, "Let's wait for the tests. But no matter what kind of medicine it is, the fact that they could tamper with the bowl of fula means that this place has been under surveillance for a long time."

He booked the restaurant, so he can't escape responsibility.

Fura's lips curled into a sneer as she stared at the empty seat. "No wonder she didn't dare show her face."

Owen's eyes were sinister: "He thinks he can get away with it by having someone drug him? Foolish thing."

He stood up, buttoned his suit jacket, and said in a heavy, authoritative tone, "I'm skipping this meal. Tonight, I'll trouble you to hand me the evidence. I'll handle the rest myself."

Yun Mingyuan glanced at him: "Don't do anything reckless. This is China."

Owen stopped what he was doing and turned to look at him: "I know."

He smiled, but there was no real smile in his eyes. "I will bring him back to Italy."

"But now, I need to do something to calm myself down."

"I'm going to the Fu family."

-

At the hospital, Xiao Jin had her blood drawn and underwent several tests, and was also given induced vomiting.

Just in case, the doctor recommended staying in the hospital for 48 hours for repeated tests to monitor for delayed liver damage and hormonal abnormalities.

After all that fuss, Xiao Jin lay listlessly in the hospital bed.

Yun Zi'ang was heartbroken to see Xiao Jin vomiting and having blood drawn, and he kept cursing under his breath:

"Who on earth is this person, putting drugs in the soup? Luckily, my little aunt is discerning. If Fura had fallen for it, tonight wouldn't have ended so easily."

Yun Ziqian stood to the side, looking down at the paper report.

Seeing that he remained silent, Yun Zi'ang asked, "What kind of medicine is Xiao Jin taking?"

"Mifepristone," Yun Ziqian looked up at Yun Ziang, his expression slightly surprised, "an abortion pill."

Yun Ziang first fell silent, then took a deep breath and exclaimed, "Wow!"

"Who would dare to harm Fura's child?"

"Could it be the Fu family?"

Yun Zi'ang asked in shock, "What are they trying to do? Declare war?"

"Italian Mafia Godfather massacres a long-established wealthy family in Beijing."

"Damn!" Yun Zi'ang stood up excitedly, his eyes brimming with excitement. He turned to look at Xiao Jin on the hospital bed, "Little auntie, do you still have the energy? I'll take you to see a play!"

Upon hearing this, Xiao Jin's eyes lit up. "What kind of play?"

Yun Ziqian, unable to bear it any longer, roared, "Yun, Zi, Ang, get back to your seat!"