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

When Yun Mingyue arrived home, it was just getting dark. She parked her car, picked up the folder of documents, and went inside. She first told Yun Zhengbang about Xiao Jin's school enrollment.

"The Whale Class, including Xiaojin, has a total of seven children. It is a special small class program organized by Yiling International this year."

Yun Mingyue placed the documents on the coffee table, sat down, and took a sip of water. "I'll pick her up tomorrow to take her entrance photos, and she'll officially register the day after. I've also ordered her school uniform and backpack; they'll be delivered in a couple of days."

Yun Zhengbang nodded: "Well done. This child should be able to live a normal life now."

He paused, then laughed, "I just wonder if those little rascals in kindergarten can keep up with her train of thought."

As the two were talking, a series of pattering footsteps came from the stairs.

Xiao Jin led Jiang Shulan down the street, already dressed in a light blue gauze dress with a small knitted cardigan over it, and wearing a pair of sparkly silver leather shoes.

Jiang Shulan braided two thin little braids for her, with light yellow ribbons tied to the ends, which swayed as she walked, making her look like a little doll.

Yun Mingyue's eyes lit up as soon as she saw her: "My goodness, whose little princess is this? Come here and let me see her."

Xiao Jin immediately let go of Jiang Shulan's hand, lifted her skirt, and ran to Yun Mingyue, even turning around in a circle.

Her tulle skirt billowed up like a flying cloud.

She tilted her little face up, her expression clearly saying, "Praise me!": "Isn't Xiaojin pretty?"

"Absolutely gorgeous." Yun Mingyue laughed as she picked her up, then looked at Jiang Shulan. "Sister-in-law, your taste and your hands haven't changed at all. I still remember when you helped me with my clothes back then. And now, you're dressing up our Xiaojin again."

Jiang Shulan covered her mouth and laughed: "I saw the photos your dad posted in the group chat, and I couldn't resist. You know how I am; when I see something cute, I always want to make it even cuter."

She walked over and straightened the wrinkles on Xiaojin's skirt. "These clothes were just bought from outside. When I have time later, I'll take Xiaojin to order a few better ones."

Xiao Jin tilted her head, listening only halfway, then suddenly clapped her hands: "Thank you for your hard work, Jiang Huahua! Uncle Chen, we need to add some dishes tonight!"

Her shout was crisp and loud, startling Uncle Chen, who had just reached the living room door, and he responded with a quick "Okay."

Yun Zhengbang put down his teacup and said leisurely, "I think someone else is really craving food. Adding dishes is fine, but you're calling it a treat for Jiang Huahua. Xiao Jin, your little scheme is so well-known that the whole house can hear it."

Xiao Jin wasn't shy at all, and even patted her little chest: "Xiao Jin eats a lot, so she has the strength to lift Jiang Huahua's skirt."

Everyone in the room burst into laughter.

Xiao Jin stayed in Yun Mingyue's arms for a while, then slid down and ran to Jiang Shulan's side, holding her hand tightly.

She liked Jiang Shulan, who spoke softly, smelled sweet, and was as beautiful as a flower.

That night, Xiao Jin went to Yun Mingyi's room as usual.

She carried a small medicine pillow and her needle case, and pushed open the door with an air of importance.

Yun Mingyi was already sitting on the edge of the bed waiting for her.

He looked at Xiao Jin, and there was a hint of nervousness and unease in his eyes.

"Little nephew Mingyi, how are you feeling today?" Xiao Jin climbed onto the bed and first reached out her little hand to press on his calf.

"I can feel the cold. I soaked my feet in warm water today, and I could feel a little warmer," Yun Mingyi said. "The medicine you prescribed for me is almost finished."

Xiao Jin paused for a moment, then started counting on her fingers, counting the days until she didn't have enough fingers to count them all.

Xiao Jin looked up at Yun Mingyi and blinked: "You finished eating so quickly?"

"My master said that the day my nephew runs out of medicine is the day he needs to go to the hospital!"

It seems the ordeal is over, and my nephew will be able to stand up soon.

"Oh, I see. Then I'll make an appointment with the doctor as soon as possible." Yun Mingyi said, unable to help but smile. If it were a month ago, he would never have wanted to step into the hospital, that place of heartbreak, again.

And now, he has surprisingly developed a sense of anticipation.

All of this is because of Xiao Jin.

Yun Mingyi looked at Xiao Jin, his eyes filled with emotion. He lowered his head, pursed his lips, and smiled gently, asking, "Are you happy to go to school, Xiao Jin?"

"Happy." Xiao Jin took out the silver needles, found the acupoints on his side of the leg, gently inserted them, and then gently rubbed them with her little fingertip. "Xiao Jin wants to learn to read, make friends, and eat the little cakes from kindergarten."

As she spoke, she swallowed hard.

Yun Mingyi joked, "So you went there for the little cakes."

Xiao Jin giggled and continued to administer the acupuncture diligently.

She was extremely focused when she did these things, and there was no trace of the carefree and irresponsible little dumpling she was during the day.

After a few needles, Yun Mingyi gradually felt a fine, aching sensation in his legs.

He hissed softly, and Xiao Jin immediately looked up, her eyes wide open: "Does it hurt? Be gentle, Xiao Jin."

"It doesn't hurt," Yun Mingyi shook his head. "It's just a little numb, like something is moving under the skin."

"That's clearing the meridians." Xiao Jin nodded in satisfaction, then buried her head and pressed the acupoints next to his knee.

After a while, she put away the needles, lay back on Yun Mingyi's lap, and sighed deeply: "I'm so tired, Xiao Jin is going back to sleep."

Yun Mingyi reached out and brushed the damp strands of hair from her forehead: "I'll take you back to your room."

"No need." Xiao Jin rolled over, got out of bed, rolled up her needle case, then remembered something and turned to him, "Little nephew Mingyi, you need to rest well, take your medicine, and then go to the hospital. Don't skip it!"

"Understood," Yun Mingyi replied with a smile.

"Alright, I'm going to find Jiang Huahua to tell me a story now." Xiao Jin said, pushing open the door and swaying as she walked out.

Jiang Shulan was already waiting outside the door.

She half-squatted down and hugged Xiao Jin into her arms. Xiao Jin clung to her like a melted piece of candy.

Jiang Shulan's embrace was warm and soft, with a faint, reassuring fragrance.

"Come on, Jiang Huahua will tell you a bedtime story." Jiang Shulan said, gently patting her back as they walked.

Uncle Chen had dimmed the lights in Xiao Jin's room beforehand.

Jiang Shulan put her in bed, then leaned against the headboard and slowly flipped through a picture book.

As Xiao Jin listened, her eyelids began to droop, but she couldn't bear to sleep, so she forced herself to stay awake and asked, "Jiang Huahua, where is my grandniece Zijing? I haven't seen her yet."

Jiang Shulan smiled and said, "Zijing is still performing outside; she has a few concerts that haven't finished yet. She'll come back after they're done. She has a performance tomorrow in Beijing. Would you like to come with me? We can go backstage to find her afterward."

Xiao Jin sat up abruptly from under the covers: "Yes! Xiao Jin wants to watch her grandniece Zijing play the violin!"

"Okay, then go to sleep early. Dress up nicely tomorrow." Jiang Shulan put down her book, tucked the blanket around her, and hummed a tune softly.

Xiao Jin fell asleep before the story was over, her little hand still clutching Jiang Shulan's clothes.

Jiang Shulan looked down at her, her eyes overflowing with affection. She remembered Zijing when she was little, always clutching something to feel at ease while sleeping.

She gently pulled out the corner of her dress, kissed Xiao Jin on the forehead, and then quietly slipped out.

She closed the door, and as soon as she turned around, she saw Yun Mingyuan standing in the corridor.

He had clearly just returned; he hadn't changed out of his suit yet, and his left arm was still in a sling, but he looked much more energetic.

"Asleep?" Yun Mingyuan asked.

"She's asleep." Jiang Shulan nodded and walked with him to the master bedroom, her tone tinged with a sigh, "Seeing Xiaojin always reminds me of Zijing. Zijing also loved listening to my stories when she was little, but she wasn't as talkative as Xiaojin."

Yun Mingyuan hummed in agreement: "Zijing is quiet, just like you. Xiaojin is like a little firecracker when she gets rowdy."

Jiang Shulan smiled: "Just like you."

She paused, then said softly, "If only Ziqian and Ziang had gotten married sooner and given me a granddaughter, I could have put her to sleep like this every day."

Yun Mingyuan smiled almost imperceptibly: "What's the rush? They're all still young. Why don't you raise Xiao Jin like your granddaughter first? Isn't that better?"

Jiang Shulan gave him a reproachful look: "Isn't this what I'm doing, raising them?"

As they talked, the two slowly walked to the end of the corridor.

The next morning, Jiang Shulan indeed took Xiao Jin to the orchestra where Yun Zijing was.

Even before the performance started, a large crowd had already gathered outside the theater.

Xiao Jin was wearing a light yellow dress that Jiang Shulan had recently put together for her, and a white beret on her head.

Jiang Shulan led her towards the entrance. Xiao Jin looked around, finding everything new and interesting.

Suddenly, a child rushed out from the side and bumped into Jiang Shulan, spilling his drink all over the front of her clothes.

The child's parents apologized repeatedly, but Jiang Shulan smiled and said it was alright. She looked down at her soaked skirt, bent down, and said to Xiao Jin:

"Xiao Jin, let's go to the restroom together to take care of this, okay?"

"Okay!" Xiao Jin nodded obediently.

The two entered the restroom. Xiao Jin stood at the door, looking up at the bright chandelier above her head, when she suddenly heard a girl's low voice coming from nearby.

"I have no money left." The voice was low and urgent, as if afraid of being overheard. "I really have no money left."

After something was said on the other end of the phone, the girl's voice suddenly rose by half an octave:

"Why should I lend it to them? My friend may have money, but it's their money, and I can't keep asking them for it!"

A few more sounds followed.

The girl took a deep breath, as if she was trying to hold back something: "Fine, then go borrow it. If you're really capable, go yourself." After saying that, the phone was hung up.

Xiao Jin peeked out from behind the pillar and saw a young girl in a black dress walk out of the cubicle, carrying a violin case in her arms.

She walked to the mirror, tucked the stray hairs behind her ear, pursed her lips, blinked hard at her reddened eyes, then turned around, straightened her back, and walked away.

Xiao Jin leaned back against the pillar, gazing curiously in the direction the girl had left.