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

She listened intently, confirming that only she and Fu Yuzhou were in the trunk, then slowly moved her bound wrists, lowered her head, and used her teeth to bite the knots little by little.

The rope wasn't tied very professionally; she bit it for a while before finally managing to loosen the knot.

She loosened her grip, moved her wrists, and then reached for her watch.

The watch was still there. She raised her wrist, turned on the screen, found Yun Ziang's chat box, and sent a voice message.

"Great-nephew, Xiao Jin has been caught."

Inside the museum, Yun Ziang was leaning back on a bench scrolling through his phone when he heard the message. He smiled at first.

He pressed the voice button, his tone full of teasing:

"Little miss, you got caught playing hide-and-seek? You're so bad at it! Hide under the chair! I've taught you so many times!"

"Where did you hide?"

Xiao Jin replied quickly, her voice very low:

"It's not hide-and-seek."

"Xiao Jin was caught by two very fierce adults. She's now in a chubby silver car, which looks like the square loaf of bread my niece baked yesterday."

Yun Ziang sat up straight.

He stared at the screen, his smile slowly fading: "Xiao Jin, where are you?"

"Xiao Jin doesn't know. The car drove away. Zhouzhou was next to him, but he was asleep."

Yun Ziang suddenly stood up from the bench.

He first scanned the rest area, but didn't see Xiao Jin or Fu Yuzhou.

Gu Fei was still hiding behind the pillar, but Xiao Jin was nowhere to be seen.

His mind went blank for a moment, and he immediately checked Xiao Jin's location, only to find that she had already left the museum.

Yun Ziang's hand holding the phone trembled slightly, and his voice was strained:

"Little auntie, hide well, I'm coming to find you now."

After saying this, Yun Zi'ang hurriedly called Yun Ziqian, glancing at Fu Zongxu who was still working nearby, and said angrily:

"Fu Zongxu, stop fucking busy, your son's been kidnapped!"

Yun Ziang's voice was loud, attracting the attention of everyone around.

Fu Zongxu, who was on the phone, frowned slightly upon hearing his name, somewhat displeased, but then froze upon hearing the second half of the sentence.

Kidnapping?

Fu Zongxu subconsciously looked around, searching for Fu Yuzhou's shadow.

He clearly remembered that Zhouzhou had just been beside him.

"President Fu?" the assistant on the other end of the phone called out.

Fu Zongxu suddenly realized something was wrong, "We'll talk about it later."

He hung up the phone and checked Fu Yuzhou's watch location; he had already left the museum.

His eyes widened in panic for a moment. Yun Zi'ang, watching Fu Zongxu's movements from afar, assumed he was about to make a phone call and immediately yelled, "Don't call them! Are you trying to get them killed?!"

As Yun Ziang spoke, seeing that he couldn't get through to Yun Ziqian on the phone, he picked up his bag and prepared to drive after him.

Fu Zongxu realized what was happening and quickly chased after them.

Meanwhile, Ren Feichen, who couldn't find Xiao Jin and Fu Yuzhou no matter how hard he looked, sighed in frustration.

He called Xiaojin, and it rang for several seconds before she answered.

"Boss! I can't find you, come out now, I give up!"

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, then the call ended.

Ren Feichen dialed again, but the phone was already switched off.

He scratched his head in confusion. "The boss's watch is broken."

At the same time, the bread truck stopped.

The two men heard the ringtone and realized something was wrong. One of them climbed from the passenger seat to the back seat and peered into the trunk.

Then he met Xiao Jin's bright, sparkling eyes.

Xiao Jin hung up Ren Feichen's call, looked at the man's face, seemed a little embarrassed, blinked, and even smiled at him with the corners of her mouth turned up.

"Ah!" The man exclaimed in surprise, "Y-how come you're awake!"

He looked at Xiao Jin's chubby wrist and immediately got angry. He grabbed Xiao Jin's wrist, ripped off her watch, and also tore off Fu Yuzhou's watch, throwing it out of the car window.

Another man driving turned around and yelled:

"Why didn't you throw it away earlier! These watches have GPS tracking, hurry up and change cars! You can't even confuse a child, what kind of job are you!"

The man felt extremely wronged; he had clearly drugged the young girl.

He took out another towel, this time covering the area even more tightly and applying a larger amount.

Xiao Jin's eyelashes trembled a few times before she finally slowly closed her eyes.

The man put her back in the trunk and returned to the passenger seat.

The car quickly turned onto a side road and disappeared into an old factory area.

The trunk fell silent again.

After a while, Xiao Jin opened her eyes again.

She lay in the darkness, legs crossed, her little face showing no fear whatsoever.

She pouted, finding it a little strange, "Uncle, why do you always use a fragrant towel to wipe Xiaojin's face?"

Xiao Jin still couldn't understand why Zhou Zhou went to sleep right after wiping her face.

Does Zhouzhou not like wiping her face?

Xiao Jin stared at the light shining through the crack and muttered silently, "So boring."

Xiao Jin turned her head to look at Fu Yuzhou, who was still fast asleep, his face pressed against the trunk mat, his eyes tightly closed, his eyelashes fluttering occasionally, as if he were having some bad dream.

His hands and feet were also tied, and his mouth was taped shut.

Xiao Jin leaned over, pinched one corner of the tape, and tore it apart little by little.

When the tape rubbed against his skin, Fu Yuzhou frowned in his sleep. Xiao Jin immediately stopped, reached out and patted his face, her voice extremely low and soft:

"Zhouzhou, don't be afraid, it's Xiaojin."

She untied the rope binding his wrists, straightened his curled-up legs, and adjusted him into a comfortable position.

After doing all that, she stretched out her little hand and, imitating how Jiang Shulan coaxed her to sleep, gently patted Fu Yuzhou.

Fu Yuzhou's brows gradually relaxed, and his breathing became steady.

The kidnappers' voices came from ahead. The driver, with a deep voice and a hint of impatience, said, "Is that kid really useful? Does the boss really want him alive?"

"Nonsense, they're the boss because they pay us." The voice in the passenger seat was a bit shrill. "Anyway, we're just responsible for delivering the goods, don't ask about anything else. Once we get there, we hand the person over, and the rest is none of our business."

"What about the little girl? The boss didn't say he wanted a child."

"Let's send them all together. The boss can do whatever he wants with them then. What can a little girl like her do?"

Xiao Jin listened in the trunk, and her brows furrowed slightly.

She muttered to herself, "Xiao Jin won't run. Xiao Jin wants to see who's trying to grab Zhou Zhou."

On the other side, in the museum parking lot, Fu Zongxu called out to Yun Ziang, "Don't drive anymore, it's useless, the GPS has stopped."

Yun Ziang had already grabbed the car door with one hand. Upon hearing this, he checked Xiao Jin's location again and found that it really hadn't moved.

In an instant, Yun Ziang's heart turned cold.

He felt his legs go weak and his hands trembled. "I'm calling the police."

"I've already had someone check the surveillance footage," Fu Zongxu said, then asked, "When did they go missing?"

"You, as a father, still have the nerve to ask?" Yun Ziang's reason had completely vanished. "It wasn't even half an hour. From the start of the hide-and-seek game, it was only twenty-five or twenty-six minutes."

"Xiao Jin has been taken away."

Yun Ziang spoke, his head spinning.

Who is trying to kidnap Xiao Jin?

Could it be that the murderer Kong Zheng mentioned has set his sights on Xiao Jin?

What will he do to Xiao Jin?

Yun Ziang's face turned pale.

Fu Zongxu didn't waste any more words and turned to walk towards the museum's monitoring room.

Yun Ziang followed behind, his legs feeling like they were walking on cotton, his palms sweating from gripping his phone so tightly.

In the monitoring room, the security guard had already switched the camera to the back door area.

Fu Zongxu reported the time period, and the screen showed it frame by frame.

Yun Ziang stared at the screen, not daring to blink.

Suddenly he shouted, "Stop!"

In the footage, Xiao Jin ran out the back door and never appeared in the next camera shot.

The security guard fast-forwarded the video to the parking area behind the museum, and Yun Ziang immediately spotted the silver-gray van, parked crookedly outside the side gate.

Yun Zi'ang immediately thought of the silver, chubby car Xiao Jin had described. "Is it this car?"

As they were talking, a man pushed a green trash can out of the museum's staff entrance.

The screen flickered, and Yun Ziang and Fu Zongxu stared intently at it. Fu Zongxu watched his son being stuffed into a trash can, his face extremely gloomy.

When Yun Ziang saw Xiao Jin being arrested, his eyes turned red.

The two kidnappers had their faces covered in a mess of smears and wore black hats, making it impossible to see their faces.

Yun Zi'ang gripped the back of the chair, his knuckles white. His throat felt like it was stuffed with cotton, and it took him a long time to squeeze out a sentence: "Just... just like that, he was taken away?"

Fu Zongxu didn't speak, but asked someone to zoom in on the image, but the two faces were painted too heavily, and the facial features were barely discernible.

At that moment, Yun Ziqian called back.

Yun Ziqian's voice came through the receiver, calm and brief: "What is it?"

Yun Zi'ang opened his mouth, his throat seemed to be choked by something, and the voice that came out was hoarse and trembling: "Brother, Xiao Jin, Xiao Jin has been kidnapped. And Fu Yuzhou too. At the museum, Fu Zongxu and I were checking the surveillance footage... the location tracking stopped... I..."

He became increasingly incoherent, and by the last sentence he was speaking was completely out of tune, like a string stretched to its limit about to snap.

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone.

Then Yun Ziqian's voice rang out again, slower and heavier than before: "Where are you now? Don't move. Send me your location. I'll be there right away."

Yun Ziang hummed in response, his hands trembling so much that he couldn't even press the hang-up button accurately.

Fu Zongxu stood to the side, already dialing another number, his voice low: "Yes, it's me. My son and the Yun family's child were kidnapped at the back gate of the Natural History Museum. A silver van, we got the license plate."

"Get that car and check the surveillance footage! Now!"

He hung up the phone and turned to look at Yun Ziang.

The man who had been calm and even indifferent since entering the monitoring room now had a face ashen.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but in the end he only managed to squeeze out, "They're after my son."

He could see clearly that Xiao Jin had followed his son out, which was why she was implicated.

Fu Zongxu looked somewhat apologetic. "I'm sorry."

Yun Zi'ang didn't answer him. He slowly slid down to the ground against the wall, buried his face in his knees, his shoulders trembling slightly, and comforted himself:

"Nothing will happen, my little aunt is very capable."

"She's a lucky person, blessed by heaven."