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

This trending topic was like a pebble thrown into an already turbulent lake.

Eric Studio's statement, though calmly worded, was sharp and incisive. It detailed how his chief assistant had repeatedly leaked design drafts, commercial quotes, and project proposals to competitors over a two-year period, and included multiple pieces of evidence.

Less than two hours after the statement was released, the hashtag #EricBetrayedByAssistant# had already topped the trending list on the financial news website.

Immediately afterwards, Eric himself posted another video.

In the video, he was wearing his usual linen shirt, with a wall of design drawings behind him, and his expression was unusually serious.

He first briefly explained what had happened, then changed the subject:

"I also want to thank my benefactor for reminding me. Without her, the consequences would be unimaginable. I owe her a great debt of gratitude."

At the end of the video, Eric picked up a document and waved it at the camera:

"To repay this favor, I have decided to entrust all of my studio's high-end project collaborations for the next five years to Yun's Real Estate."

"I trust her, and I trust her family. This trust is more valuable than any contract."

After watching the video, Yun Ziang jumped up from the sofa.

He held up his phone, his fingers trembling: "My dear aunt! Come quick! You're trending!"

Yun Tianlin and Xiao Jin were sitting cross-legged on the floor, with a pile of flashcards in front of them.

She slowly raised her head upon hearing this. "What's a trending topic? Can you eat it?"

Yun Zi'ang scooped her up in his arms and shoved the phone screen close to her face. "Look, this is the architect uncle you warned me about! He caught that wicked assistant! Now the whole of China knows you!"

Xiao Jin squinted for a while, then pointed at Eric's face on the screen and said, "Oh, it's Uncle Cake."

"Xiao Jin was just telling the truth."

Upon hearing this, Yun Ziang pinched Xiao Jin's cheek and grinned from ear to ear: "You are our family's lucky star."

Xiao Jin's face was pinched until it was all wrinkled, and she mumbled, "Grand-nephew, Xiao Jin has something for you!"

As she spoke, she broke free from Yun Ziang's embrace, picked up a piece of white paper from the floor, and held it up towards Yun Ziang:

"Clang clang!"

Yun Zi'ang stared at the paper for several seconds, stunned. "Little aunt, you've learned to write my name?"

"That's right!" Xiao Jin smiled smugly.

He looked at the crookedly written "Yun Ziang" on the white paper.

I felt as if something had poked my heart, and a warm current gushed out and flowed through my veins.

He took it, moved, and said, "Uncle Chen, quickly find me a frame, I want to frame this!"

Yun Ziang excitedly kissed Xiao Jin hard on the cheek, almost distorting her face with the kiss:

"My dear little aunt! You're so adorable!"

Xiao Jin chuckled twice. "Xiao Jin doesn't know either."

Yunshi Real Estate's stock price stopped falling within an hour of Eric's video being released.

By the close of trading that day, the stock had not only fully recovered the losses of the previous few days, but had also risen by three points against the trend.

Financial media and stock commentators have published articles stating that Yunshi Real Estate "has the backing of real industry and top-tier design resources, and its long-term fundamentals continue to improve."

Several suppliers who were initially hesitant called to express their willingness to continue fulfilling the contract, and even new partners offered their services.

Meanwhile, Fu Yuanxun was completely thrown into disarray.

He never expected that a foreign architect would suddenly appear and disrupt things.

What made him even more uneasy was that as the Eric incident continued to escalate, some netizens began to follow the clues and uncover that several accounts involved in the "homeowners' rights protection" incident showed obvious signs of being manipulated by online trolls, and directly pointed to several cultural communication companies under his name.

That evening, Yun Mingyi's people packed up the evidence and sent it to several mainstream media outlets. Soon after, a long article titled "From 'Rights-Defending Homeowners' to 'Troll Army Smear Campaign': A Public Opinion Siege Against Yun's Real Estate" was published on a financial website.

The article details how Fu Yuanxun's company hired online trolls, fabricated chat logs, and bribed former employees.

The chain of evidence is complete, the timeline is clear, and even screenshots of bank transfers are included.

Grandpa Fu sat in the study for a long time.

When Fu Zongxu knocked on the door and came in, the old man was wearing reading glasses and slowly scrolling through the news on his tablet.

He waited until Fu Zongxu approached before slowly asking, "Where is your second uncle?"

"I'm waiting outside, hoping to see you," Fu Zongxu said.

"I won't see him." Old Master Fu took off his glasses, his voice flat and devoid of emotion. "Let him go back on his own."

"He made his own mess, so he has to clean it up. The Fu family's reputation isn't something he can use to spite others."

Fu Zongxu nodded. "I'll handle it."

Grandpa Fu hummed in agreement: "By the way, how is Zhouzhou?"

Fu Zongxu's eyes flickered with emotion. "The doctor advised Zhouzhou to spend more time with children his own age, and I'm already preparing to send him to kindergarten."

School starts tomorrow.

Grandpa Fu frowned, a hint of melancholy on his face. "A child can't go on without its mother. Have you met those girls I mentioned? Didn't you like any of them?"

Fu Zongxu immediately changed the subject, not wanting to talk any more. "I'll go see what the Yun family's attitude is and try to minimize the impact."

"I'm leaving now, Grandpa."

Upon hearing this, Old Master Fu sighed deeply and waved his hand.

Meanwhile, the Yun family villa was filled with joy.

Xiao Jin sat in the center of the living room, surrounded by a group of people.

Yun Zhengbang sat on the sofa, watching with a smile; Jiang Shulan and Yun Mingyue stood on either side, holding flashcards and pencils, like two "book boys" accompanying Xiao Jin in her studies; Yun Ziang was lying at the front, teaching Xiao Jin how to write her name; Yun Tianlin sat beside her, resting his chin on his hand, supervising like a little teacher.

"Write the horizontal lines flat, the vertical lines straight, and raise your hand a little higher," Yun Tianlin whispered a reminder.

Xiao Jin held the pen, her little face scrunched up like a bun, as if she were struggling with those three words.

She wrote two lines, her fingers aching terribly, so she threw the pen down, leaned back in Yun Zi'ang's arms, and cried out in a drawn-out voice, "I'm so tired, Xiao Jin—Xiao Jin, don't write anymore—"

Yun Ziang caught her in a flustered manner:

"Okay, okay, I'm not writing anymore. You've done a great job today, let's continue tomorrow."

He agreed verbally, but his face beamed with a smile as if he had found gold.

When Yun Ziqian came out of the study and saw the scene in the living room, he paused and silently took half a step back.

Yun Mingyi sat to the side reading documents, occasionally glancing up at them, a faint smile playing on his lips.

Seeing that it was getting late, Jiang Shulan bent down and patted Xiao Jin's back: "It's time to sleep. You have to get up early for kindergarten tomorrow, and it won't be good to be late."

Xiao Jin, who had been nestled in Yun Ziang's arms, immediately brightened up upon hearing the word "kindergarten" and sat up straight in a flash: "Xiao Jin is going to kindergarten!"

She clenched her little fists, as if encouraging herself.

Jiang Shulan laughed at her words and led the person to wash up.

The next morning, Xiao Jin got up on her own without being called.

Chen Bogang had just set out breakfast when Xiao Jin had already changed into her brand-new school uniform.

She wore a light blue short-sleeved shirt under a navy blue vest, paired with matching shorts and white socks, with the logo of Yiling International Kindergarten embroidered on her chest.

Jiang Shulan tied her hair into two high ponytails, which looked neat and tidy with her school uniform.

Xiao Jin looked at herself in the mirror from left to right, and then jumped up and down twice, as if checking whether the clothes would affect her movements.

"Xiao Jin looks so beautiful today!" She looked up, her eyes sparkling.

Yun Ziang, however, looked like a wilted eggplant, leaning back on the sofa, with obvious dark circles under his eyes.

He scrolled through his phone, then looked up at Xiaojin, muttering to himself, "Xiaojin, what if you have separation anxiety? Will you miss your grand-nephew? Will you be able to eat lunch properly? What will you do without your little sling to sleep? Is your teacher strict?"

He became more and more worried as he spoke, as if it wasn't Xiaojin who was going to kindergarten, but him.

Xiao Jin ran over, stood on tiptoe, and patted Yun Ziang's face: "Don't be afraid, grand-nephew, Xiao Jin will miss you."

Yun Ziang was immediately comforted, and his eyes almost reddened.

Yun Ziqian happened to come downstairs. He glanced at the lively Xiao Jin, then at the dying Yun Ziang, and said indifferently, "It's not Xiao Jin who has separation anxiety, it's you."

Yun Zi'ang retorted, "I'm just concerned!"

Yun Ziqian ignored him.

Before setting off, the whole family gathered at the door.

Yun Zhengbang, leaning on his cane, said he would personally escort Xiao Jin to the door.

Yun Mingyi, who rarely changed into light-colored clothes, sat in his wheelchair and said he would stop by the kindergarten on the way.

Jiang Shulan was busy filling Xiao Jin's water bottle, while Yun Mingyue was checking the spare clothes in her schoolbag.

Yun Ziang carried a camera and said he wanted to film the whole scene of Xiao Jin's first day of school.

Yun Ziqian walked up to Xiao Jin, squatted down, and said earnestly, "Xiao Jin, remember three things at kindergarten. First, listen to your teacher."

Xiao Jin nodded.

"Secondly, you can only eat one bowl of rice at noon."

Xiao Jin wrinkled her nose hesitantly, but still nodded.

Yun Ziqian then held up a third finger: "Third, you can't hit children. I know you're strong, but if you punch a child, they'll end up in the hospital."

He spoke with particular seriousness at the end, clearly still thinking about the slap he'd received last time.

Xiao Jin tilted her head back, twisting her fingers a little guiltily: "Xiao Jin knows. Xiao Jin will be gentle."

Yun Ziqian was still worried, so he added, "But if anyone bullies you first, you can run away and come back to tell us."

Xiao Jin then smiled and said, "Okay!"

The teachers were already waiting at the kindergarten gate.

Xiao Jin, carrying her little schoolbag, waved to her family and ran inside without looking back.

Yun Ziang stood still, holding his camera. In the lens was Xiao Jin's small figure, which was gradually swallowed up by the crowd.

He murmured, "My dear little aunt, you must take good care of yourself."