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

Not far away, Li Zheng was anxiously making a phone call.

The call connected quickly, and he asked, "Honey, how were the test results?"

The voice on the other end of the phone sounded muffled. "When are you coming home?"

Li Zheng sensed something was wrong, but still asked with a sliver of hope, "Is everything alright?"

His wife was silent for a few seconds. "It might be a tumor. We need to do a biopsy to see if it's benign or malignant."

It really is a tumor!

Li Zheng's heart skipped a beat, and he slowly turned to look at Xiao Jin with a stunned expression.

Everything this child said was actually correct!

He looked at Xiao Jin again, and the soft and cute eyebrows and eyes he had thought were cute just now now seemed to have an ethereal quality to them.

The more he looked at the child, the more he felt that the child had a somewhat otherworldly appearance, and at first glance he looked like a little fairy.

He quickly reassured her, "It'll be alright, it'll be benign, it'll be benign."

"I'll be back this afternoon. Be sure to let me know when the results are out!"

"Honey, don't be afraid, I'll have our son come over to keep you company right away."

A sobbing voice came from the other end of the phone, "What if..."

"There's no 'what if'!" Li Zheng glanced at Xiao Jin and lowered his voice, "I just met a master who said you'll develop a tumor in your breast this year, but it won't be life-threatening and will heal by winter."

"When did you tell me that? Is it really that amazing?"

"Honey, we're lucky, nothing will happen. I'll call our son now and have him come over." After giving a few more instructions, Li Zheng immediately called his son.

Meanwhile, Yun Mingyuan was also busy. He took hair samples from Zhang Tianlin and Yun Mingyue and had Zhang Ting send them for testing.

Let's double-check, so we don't end up getting disappointed.

However, the testing institutions here are not as good as those in Beijing; it takes at least five hours to get the results.

At noon, Li Zheng took them and Zhang Deshun's family to a restaurant near the village for lunch.

While waiting for the food, Li Zheng finally found a chance to talk to Xiao Jin.

Xiao Jin had just taken two candies from the candy box at the cashier when she heard someone calling her from behind.

"Miss Xiao Jin, Miss Xiao Jin."

"Who's calling me?" Xiao Jin turned her head and looked around in confusion.

"It's me, it's me."

Xiao Jin looked in the direction of the sound and first saw a big belly. Then, she belatedly realized what it was and stared blankly up at the top of her head.

Seeing the familiar face, Xiao Jin smiled, "Oh, it's Uncle Fatty!"

Li Zheng quickly adapted to this identity, "Yes, it's Uncle Fatty."

"Do you remember when you told your uncle's fortune just now?"

Xiao Jin nodded obediently, "What's wrong?"

"My spouse was just diagnosed with a tumor. You're amazing! Could you please help me calculate the costs more precisely?"

Li Zheng now deeply regrets not listening carefully in the car.

Xiao Jin didn't understand what it meant to calculate carefully. Her big, round eyes were full of doubt. "Xiao Jin has said everything she wanted to say."

Li Zheng nervously touched his hand. "Then, could you tell my fortune again? I can pay you."

"Any amount is fine."

Xiao Jin looked at Li Zheng with a troubled expression, put her hands on her hips, and said, "Uncle Fatty, you're being a bit greedy!"

"Xiao Jin has already calculated it for you, so I can't calculate it for you again!"

"As long as you listen to Xiaojin, nothing will happen."

Even so, Li Zheng was still extremely anxious, "Is my wife really okay?"

"As long as you get timely treatment, there won't be any problems," Xiao Jin said, then turned around and took two more candies from the candy box, stuffing them into Li Zheng's hand. "Uncle Fatty, eating candy will make you less nervous."

"Xiao Jin is going back now," she said, walking towards the private room upstairs. After a few steps, she remembered something, turned back to Li Zheng, and reminded him, "Uncle Fatty, remember to tell Big Brother not to go to those places in the mountains with heavy yin energy."

Xiao Jin finished speaking to herself without looking at Li Zheng's reaction, and laboriously lifted her short legs to step up the stairs.

She had just stepped onto the first step when she saw a pair of exquisite and expensive leather shoes blocking her way.

Xiao Jin looked up, displeased, and said, "You're blocking my way!"

"Didn't you see Xiao Jin?"

She was fuming, her cheeks puffed out slightly.

Yun Mingyuan saw it, of course; he did it on purpose, just wanting to tease Xiao Jin.

Seeing that Xiao Jin was speaking to him, he coughed lightly, made way for Xiao Jin, and watched her climb upstairs.

Looking at Xiao Jin's round body, curling up like a cricket, a hint of a smile unconsciously flashed in his eyes.

"President Yun?" Li Zheng's voice brought Yun Mingyuan back to his senses.

Yun Mingyuan adopted his authoritative tone once again, "Arrange the inspection this afternoon."

The Yun family has a rural cultural tourism project here, and Li is one of their shady partners.

Compared to the Yun family, the Li family is just a small fry, but the Yun family's projects account for nearly half of the Li family's income.

He contacted Li Zheng first upon arriving here, not only because Li Zheng had more connections in the area, but also to conduct a surprise inspection of his subordinates' work.

How could Li Zheng dare to say no?

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At lunchtime, Yun Mingyue took Xiao Jin and Zhang Tianlin to a private room, afraid that Xiao Jin's appetite would scare others.

After eating and drinking their fill, they got back into the car. On the swaying road, Xiao Jin, the driver, fell asleep immediately.

Perhaps exhausted from the long journey, Xiao Jin slept very soundly and didn't wake up even when someone carried her off the car and put her on the bed.

Xiao Jin lay on the bed, spread-eagled, fast asleep, a thin blush rising on her round cheeks.

Xiao Jin didn't open her eyes until almost sunset.

She was awakened by crying.

Xiao Jin sat up sleepily, rubbing her eyes and mumbling incoherently:

"Why are you crying again?"

The crying was exactly the same as the crying that came in the morning.

As if sleepwalking, she staggered off the bed, put on her shoes, and walked outside in a daze.

There was no one in the house, no one in the yard, only the sound of a fire burning in the kitchen.

Xiao Jin slowly walked across the courtyard and went straight out.

Along the way, the fiery clouds in the sky resembled surging waves of crimson gold, turning the entire world into orange-red.

Xiao Jin stopped again at that big red door with peeling paint.

Right here, someone has been crying.

Xiao Jin frowned, tilted her head in confusion, and muttered to herself as she walked forward:

"Don't cry, don't cry, Xiao Jin is here."

She stepped forward and knocked on the door, which immediately elicited fierce barking from the dogs.

"Xiao Jin isn't afraid of puppies at all," she said, patting them a few more times.

But still no one came to open the door.

But the crying subsided considerably.

Little Jin stuck out her little bottom, tilted her head, and leaned against the doorway, listening carefully to the faint, fragmented cries coming from inside.

She scratched her head helplessly, "Xiao Jin can't get in."

Suddenly she remembered something and quickly picked up the small brocade pouch she was wearing at her waist.

Inside are the little paper figures her master made for her.

Xiao Jin smiled slyly, like a little fox, "Hehe, Xiao Jin has a treasure too!"

She remembered what her master had taught her and proceeded step by step.

"First, make the Zi-Wu Mudra with your left hand and let it hang down in front of your abdomen..." Xiao Jin stretched her short fingers and finally managed to make the Zi-Wu Mudra with great effort.

"Right-hand sword incantation," Xiao Jin said, pointing her right hand in a sword incantation at the small yellow paper figure on the ground, her lips parting to recite in her childish voice:

"The spiritual light of heaven and earth bestows upon you your form and spirit."

"Paper is the body, and breath is the soul."

"I hereby command you to obey my orders. So be it!"

As the last word fell, a faint golden light condensed on Xiao Jin's pale fingertips and gently touched the cinnabar talisman on the paper heart.

The thin paper trembled slightly and then stood upright.

Xiao Jin's eyes lit up with joy. "Little paper doll, quickly open the door for Xiao Jin!"

The little yellow paper figure, surrounded by golden light, nodded its head and then floated towards the big red gate.

It floated in through the crack, and a moment later, Xiao Jin heard a 'click' sound as the tall, red door opened a crack.

The little yellow paper figure stood inside the door and waved to Xiao Jin.

"As expected of me!" Xiao Jin smiled, praised herself, and squeezed through the crack in the door as if it were a matter of course.