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

When Jiang Shulan came out of the restroom, she had already wiped most of the drink stains off her skirt with a wet wipe.

She took Xiaojin's hand and led her back to the concert hall.

The lights in the hall had been dimmed, and the musicians on the stage were tuning their instruments, the sounds of strings and wind instruments overlapping each other.

Xiao Jin was lifted into a seat by Jiang Shulan, her two short legs neatly put together, and her little face held high.

Once the performance started, Xiao Jin barely blinked.

She couldn't understand the conductor's gestures, nor could she distinguish which instrument was speaking, but she felt that the sounds were like the wind blowing from a distant valley, or like a large group of glowing fish swimming around overhead.

As she listened, engrossed, her mouth was slightly open, and her hands unconsciously tightened their grip on Jiang Shulan's fingers.

Jiang Shulan glanced down at her, smiled, and didn't interrupt her.

The performance ended, and the lights came back on.

Jiang Shulan led Xiao Jin around to the backstage area. The corridor was full of people carrying musical instruments and wearing performance costumes.

Xiao Jin is short, and only half of her head was visible due to the crowd.

She took Jiang Shulan's hand, turned left and right, and finally stopped at the door of a lounge.

Jiang Shulan glanced inside, chuckled to herself, gently patted Xiao Jin's shoulder, bent down and whispered in her ear, "See that person eating chocolate? Yes, the one sitting in the chair with the long hair. Go over there and give her a surprise."

Xiao Jin's eyes lit up immediately, as if she had been given an extraordinary mission.

She released Jiang Shulan's hand and tiptoed inside.

Yun Zijing was facing away from the door, taking small bites of a piece of chocolate to replenish her energy.

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Her violin case was still lying next to her, and she hadn't changed out of her performance clothes.

Xiao Jin walked to her side, stood on tiptoe, and peered into the chocolate in her hand. Suddenly, she spoke in a clear, crisp voice:

"Is the chocolate delicious? Can Xiaojin have one?"

Yun Zijing was startled by the sound, her hand trembled, and the chocolate almost fell.

She looked down and saw a cute little dumpling standing beside her, its eyes fixed on the chocolate in her hand, with a bit of glistening drool at the corner of its mouth.

Yun Zijing found it amusing and bent down to look at her: "Whose child are you? You're not allowed to run around backstage like this."

Xiao Jin tilted her head and said seriously, "Xiao Jin came here to eat chocolate."

Yun Zijing was amused.

She offered the chocolate to Xiao Jin, then took it back, winking, "You can have it, but first call me 'pretty sister' so I can hear it."

Xiao Jin looked at her, grinned, and called out in a childish voice, "Pretty sister!"

"Say it again."

"Pretty lady!"

"Say it again, the sweet kind."

Xiao Jin wasn't annoyed at all; instead, she obediently put her little hands behind her back and called out softly:

"Pretty sister—the best and most beautiful pretty sister—"

Yun Zijing smiled so hard her eyes crinkled, and she stuffed the whole box of chocolates into Xiao Jin's arms:

"Alright, alright, you can have it all. If you keep talking, I'm going to float away."

Xiao Jin hugged the chocolate, her eyes crinkling with laughter.

Just as she was about to open the package and start eating, a girl in a black dress walked in from the doorway.

Yun Zijing looked up and greeted her with a smile, "Xinyan, you're here? I was just looking for you."

Che Xinyan stood at the door, her expression extremely unnatural. "Zijing, I have something I want to tell you..."

"What's wrong?" Yun Zijing looked at her in confusion.

Che Xinyan opened her mouth as if she had something to say, but then swallowed it back.

"It's nothing." She looked away from Yun Zijing's face, and somewhat awkwardly brushed a stray hair behind her ear. "I just came to see you. Since you're still busy, I'll be going now."

After she finished speaking, she forced a smile at Yun Zijing, turned around and left in a hurry.

Yun Zijing looked at her back, feeling a little strange, but didn't think much of it.

She looked down again and saw that Xiaojin had already unwrapped the chocolate and was eating it with food all over her mouth. She couldn't help but take a tissue to wipe her mouth.

"You still haven't told me whose you are?"

"Xiao Jin is—" Xiao Jin had just started to speak when Jiang Shulan walked in from outside the door with a smile and replied, "Of course she's from our family."

When Yun Zijing saw Jiang Shulan, she stood up in surprise: "Mom! What brings you here? You didn't even tell me beforehand."

As she spoke, she glanced at Xiao Jin, who was enjoying her meal, and suddenly a thought struck her: "Could this be the little miss my brother was talking about?"

Jiang Shulan nodded: "It's her. Yun Fengjin is our little darling now."

Xiao Jin looked up, smiled sweetly at Yun Zijing, and said, "Hello, Zijing's grandniece! Xiao Jin is here to cheer you on!"

Yun Zijing opened her mouth, the words "Little Aunt" hovering around her lips for a moment before she finally uttered them: "Little Aunt... I'm really not used to you calling me your grandniece."

She laughed as she spoke.

Seeing how well they got along, Jiang Shulan smiled.

She looked towards the door, then remembered the girl in the black dress who had seemed a bit strange earlier, and asked Yun Zijing, "Was that Xin Yan who just left? She didn't look well; did something happen?"

Yun Zijing shook her head: "I don't know, maybe I've been too tired lately."

She clearly didn't want to say more. She packed up her violin case and said, "Let's go back. I'm exhausted. I have another performance tomorrow, so I need to get some rest tonight."

Jiang Shulan took the violin case and responded.

On the way back, Xiao Jin sat in her high seat, still clutching the box of chocolates. She suddenly asked, "Zijing, is that lady in the black dress your friend?"

"Yes," Yun Zijing said. "Her name is Che Xinyan. We've known each other since college, we were in the same band, and we're very good friends."

Xiao Jin blinked and asked again, "What is a friend?"

Yun Zijing thought for a moment and said, "Friends are people you share happiness with and people who share your sorrows with. You can laugh together when you're happy, and you're willing to help each other when you encounter trouble. That's about it."

Xiao Jin gave a vague "Oh" and looked down at the chocolate in her hand.

A few seconds later, she asked again, "If she did something really, really bad to Zijing's grandniece, would they still be friends?"

Yun Zijing was taken aback.

Jiang Shulan turned her head and said softly, "A true friend would never hurt you. If she does something to hurt you, then she's not your friend."

Xiao Jin didn't say anything more, she just nodded.

Looking out the car window at the receding streetlights, she suddenly said, "Xiao Jin is going to kindergarten the day after tomorrow. Xiao Jin will make lots and lots of good friends."

She clenched her little fists, as if cheering herself on.

Yun Zijing and Jiang Shulan were both amused by her.

-

However, the atmosphere at the other company was not so pleasant.

Fu Yuanxun's revenge came faster and was more ruthless than expected.

The day after Fu Yuheng was sent away, Yun's Real Estate ran into trouble.

First, one of its high-end residential projects was exposed for using substandard construction materials. Then, a homeowner posted a long article on social media, claiming that Yunshi's "delivered quality was seriously inconsistent with the advertising," accompanied by pictures of several wall cracks and water seepage marks.

The topic trended on social media within hours.

Yun's stock price immediately fell, dropping by more than 4%.

In Yun Mingyi's office, Wang Zan placed a stack of reports on the table.

Yun Mingyi flipped through a few pages, his tone frighteningly calm: "Have you found out?"

"On the surface, it appears to be a spontaneous rights protection effort by the homeowners. But our people discovered that two of the accounts that initially posted the message were newly registered, and another was a former employee of a public relations company under the Fu Group," Wang Zan said. "There's someone pushing behind the scenes. And it's not just the media. Several of our material suppliers simultaneously requested to terminate their contracts this morning, and their explanations were remarkably consistent."

Yun Mingyi remained silent.

He closed the report, leaned back in his chair, and tapped his fingers lightly on the table twice.

Yun Mingyuan, standing beside him, had a gloomy expression:

"Fu Yuanxun may not have any other skills, but after so many years in the Fu family, he has become very adept at building relationships, manipulating public opinion, and tripping people up."

"This kind of person can't beat you in a head-on fight, but they'll be like a rat in the dark, biting off a thread today and dragging away a brick tomorrow, until one day you find the whole wall is empty."

Yun Mingyi remained calm; he had foreseen today's troubles the day Owen arrived.

"First suppress public opinion, then talk to those homeowners," Yun Mingyi said. "As for the suppliers, contact the alternatives and replace them all within three days. If the Fu family wants to play games, we'll play along."

But things didn't go so smoothly.

Fu Yuanxun was clearly well-prepared this time.

Over the next few days, he somehow unearthed a long-standing project dispute from Yun's Real Estate and bribed a former employee who had already left the company to cry in front of the camera about how Yun's "forced overtime and deducted compensation."

Public opinion has intensified again, with some even giving low ratings to other properties under the Yun Group.

Even with the marketing team working overtime until the early hours of the morning, they couldn't suppress the overwhelming malice.

Yun Mingyuan remained calm, but Yun Ziang was extremely anxious.

He sat in his living room scrolling through his phone, getting angrier and angrier as he scrolled:

"Are these people crazy? The building hasn't even opened for sale yet, and they're already saying we have water leakage. I saw the pictures; it's from another building. And that guy who left—he was fired for cutting corners, and now he's acting like a victim."

"That old bastard Fu Yuanxun is truly cunning to the core."

Xiao Jin is sitting at the table, learning to write her name with Yun Tianlin.

Holding the pen, she looked extremely serious, drawing left and right strokes until she had drawn her name in a crooked and uneven way.

When Xiao Jin heard Yun Ziang cursing, she looked up and said, "Grand-nephew, don't be angry. Master said that when bad people are doing bad things, good people's luck is already on its way."

Yun Ziang sighed, walked over, and reached out to pat her head:

"Thank you for your kind words, little miss. I hope my luck will outrun Fu Yuanxun's dirty tricks this time."

As it turned out, less than a day after saying that, luck actually came.

The next morning, a trending topic suddenly appeared at the top of the charts on major platforms:

The studio of renowned architect Eric has released an official statement announcing the dismissal of his chief assistant and his referral to the police.

The reason was that the assistant had been leaking Eric's design drafts and business proposals to competitors for a long time.