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

At 10 p.m., the VIP ward of the city's central hospital was still lit with warm yellow lights.

Lu Peng leaned against the hospital bed, his neck in a hard neck brace, his right leg in a cast and hanging high on a support. He looked disheveled, but his face showed no sign of calm.

Chen Manman sat on a chair by the bed, feeding him fruit, her fingertips intentionally or unintentionally brushing against his lips.

"What's that stupid woman Yun Mingyue been up to these past few days? She hasn't even replied to my messages." Lu Peng sneered, pulling at his injured neck and hissing in pain, but his tone remained arrogant. "Could it be that Old Master Yun is dying?"

Chen Manman held the sliced ​​apple to his lips and said softly, "You're so badly injured, and you're still worrying about this."

"The Yun family is in dire straits right now. The old man will pass away sooner or later, Yun Mingyi is paralyzed, and Yun Mingyuan is completely incompetent. Once we transfer all of Pengsheng's money out, we don't care if they can find it or not."

She paused, her brows furrowing slightly, her tone tinged with worry: "As for Zixuan, I haven't had a chance to look after him these past few days. Is he doing alright with the nanny? He's been spoiled since he was little, and he always throws tantrums when I'm not around."

"Don't worry, I've arranged for people to keep an eye on him, he won't go hungry." Lu Peng squeezed her hand, a calculating glint in his eyes. "Once the Yun family is completely ruined, we'll take our son and immigrate abroad to live a good life."

"Yun Mingyue's dowry, plus what the Yun family has missed out on giving us over the years, plus Peng Sheng's money, is enough for us to live on for several lifetimes."

As he spoke, his eyes glanced at Chen Manman, and his hand slid up her wrist: "Speaking of which, I've been so busy with company matters these past few days, I've been really bored."

Chen Manman glared at him, her cheeks slightly flushed: "You're injured like this, and you still can't behave. Be careful the nurses see you."

"VIP ward, who dares to come in casually?" Lu Peng smiled smugly, and tightened his grip even more.

Just then, a very faint fragrance drifted into the air.

It smelled like wild roses mixed with sweet fruit in a mountain stream, refreshing yet alluring, silently filling the entire ward.

"What does it smell like?" Chen Manman's nose twitched, somewhat puzzled.

Lu Peng also sniffed, feeling the fragrance enter his nasal cavity and slide down his throat. A strange warmth rose in his lower abdomen, and even the pain from his injuries seemed to disappear.

He assumed it was just incense from the hospital and didn't think much of it, but his hands became even more restless: "Who cares what it smells like, baby, come here..."

The aroma grew stronger and stronger, gently enveloping one.

Chen Manman also felt hot all over, her cheeks were burning, and her eyes gradually became fixed, as if her mind had been captivated.

Lu Peng, panting heavily, ripped off the neck brace without caring about the pain and reached out to pull the person into his arms.

The two were like dry tinder that had been lit; they ignited as soon as they touched each other. Their laughter and panting mingled together, and they forgot all about their injuries and that they were still in a hospital room.

In the corridor outside the ward, Qiu An leaned against the cold wall, a tiny pinhole camera receiver between her fingers, the screen showing live footage from inside the ward.

He glanced at it casually, chuckled, and his peach blossom eyes were full of disdain.

A faint aura of demonic energy still lingered around her fingertips.

The fragrance wasn't incense at all; it was the fox clan's innate aphrodisiac scent. For mortals, just a touch was enough to make them lower their guard and follow their inner desires.

This little trick is nothing more than a warm-up for him.

He glanced down at the appalling scene on the screen, tapped the screen lightly with his fingertip, and the recording progress bar steadily moved forward.

"That's all the composure he has," Qiu An muttered to himself.

He put away his phone, showing no interest in the two's sex scene, and just waited for the video to be recorded and sent to Yun Ziang.

Mentioning Yun Ziang, Qiu An recalled the scorching hot jujube wood bracelet Yun Ziang had worn in the coffee shop that afternoon, and clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction.

"Are you trying to protect yourself from me?"

"If it weren't for me, you would have died a hundred times over!"

Qiu An said indignantly.

He had to find a way to get Yun Ziang to take off the bracelet as soon as possible.

Otherwise, even if Yun Ziang were an idiot, he would still be able to discover his true identity.

About half an hour later, the commotion inside gradually subsided.

"Done," Qiu An put away the receiver, tucked it into his pocket, and turned to walk slowly toward the stairwell.

The motion-sensor lights in the corridor turned on one by one and then turned off one by one.

He walked very lightly, his shadow stretched long by the lamplight, and as his clothes swayed, a fleeting afterimage of a crimson fox tail seemed to flash behind him, so fast it was like an illusion.

Upon reaching the hospital entrance, Qiu An casually transferred the archived video to Yun Ziang.

A moment later, Yun Ziang called.

"Wow, bro, that camera angle! You took this picture standing right next to their beds!"

When Yun Ziang opened the video, he was stunned for a moment. The picture was very high-definition, showing the expressions of the two adulterers very clearly.

Hearing the commotion from Yun Ziang's end, Qiu An frowned slightly. "Where are you?"

"Bar! VORTEX!"

"Didn't you go home? Why are you out again?" Qiu An asked curiously.

They met in the afternoon and only separated for a few hours before Yun Ziang ran away from home again.

"I can't stay here," Yun Zi'ang said frankly, raising his voice. "Consider this a favor I owe you. Just tell me what you want!"

Upon hearing Yun Ziang's voice, Qiu An knew he was drunk again, and a plan instantly came to mind.

He swallowed his refusal and changed his words, saying, "I'll come find you now."

Bars are crowded and chaotic; isn't it common for people to lose things after drinking too much?

Qiu An couldn't help but curl the corners of her lips into a smile.

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The deafening music in the VORTEX bar pounded against eardrums, strobe lights swept across the bustling crowd, and the air was filled with the smell of alcohol and sweet aromas.

Yun Ziang squeezed into a booth, holding a half-empty bottle of whiskey. His cheeks were flushed, his hair was a mess, and he was swaying his head to the rhythm.

"Yun Zi'ang!"

Qiu An pushed through the crowd and sat down beside him, her peach blossom eyes sweeping over his reddened wrist.

Sure enough, the alcohol took effect, and my whole body felt hot, which masked the burning sensation from the lightning-struck wood.

"You've finally arrived!" Yun Zi'ang slurred, patting his shoulder and pushing his wine glass towards him. "Cheers! I'm so happy today, my little auntie... hiccup, my little auntie has done a great service!"

Qiu An picked up his wine glass and took a sip, his gaze subtly falling on the jujube wood bracelet.

Each of those round wooden beads exuded a sharp, righteous aura; when he got close, his fingertips felt slightly numb.

The surrounding area was noisy, people were bumping into each other on the dance floor, and the booths were packed with handsome men and beautiful women.

Yun Ziang loves a large and lively gathering, and he always invites a huge number of people to his parties.

While Yun Ziang was drinking with his head tilted back, Qiu An seemingly casually hooked the knot of the bracelet with his fingertip.

The moment they touched, Qiu An felt a burning pain in his palm, as if he had gripped a red-hot iron.

Qiu An's face contorted in pain. He gritted his teeth, tightened his fingertips slightly, and gently tugged, pulling the bracelet off.

Just as the bracelet slipped off Yun Ziang's wrist,

"hiss--"

He couldn't help but gasp, clenching his fist so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

Qiu An looked down and saw that his palm was already red, and he could even see faint blisters. What was worse, fine hairs were growing uncontrollably on the back of his hand, and his fingernails were becoming sharper, almost revealing the true form of fox claws.

"What's wrong?" Yun Zi'ang asked, his head spinning from the alcohol.

"It's okay," Qiu An immediately hid his hands behind his back, suppressed the groan in his throat, and forced a smile. "I'm going to the bathroom first. You should drink less."

He dared not linger any longer, for if he stayed any longer, the demonic aura would become uncontrollable.

After saying that, he stood up, lowered his head, and quickly squeezed out of the crowd. His back view looked somewhat disheveled.

Yun Ziang waved his hand, not taking it to heart at all, and turned around to clink glasses with his friends again.

His mind was completely absorbed in alcohol and music, and he didn't even notice that his precious bracelet had slipped from his body.

The next day at noon, Yun Ziang woke up in the large bed of the hotel suite.

His head was throbbing as if it were about to explode. He sat up, rubbing his temples, as waves of nausea from the hangover washed over him.

He got out of bed, slipped on his slippers, and went to the bathroom to wash up. As he raised his arm to wash his face, his gaze swept over his empty wrist, and he froze instantly.

"Where's my bracelet?!"

His heart skipped a beat, and all his sleepiness vanished instantly.

I searched through my pajamas pockets, sheets, carpet corners, and even looked through the bathroom drain, but there wasn't a single bead to be found.

"That's impossible... I was wearing it just yesterday..."

Yun Ziang's face turned pale. He frantically called the bar manager and then called all the friends he had hung out with the night before, asking them one by one, but no one had noticed when his bracelet had disappeared.

That was a life-saving bracelet that his great-aunt gave him!

Yun Ziang recalled the dream he had in his previous life, in which he died tragically at a racetrack and was smashed into a bloody pulp.

Losing the bracelet is like losing your life, isn't it?

Yun Ziang's legs went weak. He put on his clothes and ran home, with only one thought in his mind: to find his little aunt!

The morning light was just right in the Yun family villa.

Yun Mingyuan took Xiao Jin back to Beijing early in the morning. Yun Mingyue and Zhang Ting accompanied Zhang Deshun and his wife and did not take a plane. They would arrive in the afternoon.

In the living room, Xiao Jin was squatting next to the coffee table, picking out oranges from a large cardboard box.

These are local tangerines that Li Zheng specially sent. They have thin skin and are very sweet. The whole box was full of them, and Xiao Jin treasured them so much that she ate two of them herself, her cheeks puffed out like a little hamster.

"Zhengbang, here you go~"

She tiptoed and picked out the biggest and roundest one, handing it to Yun Zhengbang.

Yun Zhengbang grinned from ear to ear, took the bag, and patted her little head: "Oh my, our little Jin is still thinking of me."

Yun Mingyuan, who was standing next to him, held a teacup and teased with a smile, "You only gave one to my dad? I saw a whole box of them, how come you only gave one out?"

"No, that's not true!" Xiao Jin immediately put her hands on her hips, her little face flushed pink, clearly embarrassed.

She earnestly argued, "One is a lot! And this is the sweetest of all!"

She even deliberately moved the box closer to herself, her possessive little act making everyone in the living room laugh.

Just then, a loud bang came from the entrance hall, followed by hurried footsteps.

Yun Ziang stumbled in without even changing his shoes, his hair a mess like a bird's nest, his face deathly pale.

"Grandma! Grandma, save me!"

He had barely called out when Xiao Jin suddenly frowned, her little nose twitched, and she cried out in surprise:

"It smells like a stinky fox!"

She ran over, tilting her little face up to stare at Yun Ziang, her round eyes wide with surprise: "Grand-nephew! Where have you been! Why do you smell like a fox!"

Didn't she give the jujube wood bracelet to that stupid grandnephew?

Fox spirits shouldn't approach when they see bracelets!

Yun Ziang was stunned by the question, then burst into tears, squatted down and grabbed Xiao Jin's arm, his voice trembling:

"Grandma! My bracelet... I've lost my bracelet!"

"I went to a bar yesterday, and when I woke up, I was gone! I've been looking all morning but can't find me! What should I do, little miss? Am I going to die again?!"

He became increasingly flustered as he spoke, and a chill ran down his spine.

Xiao Jin frowned, tiptoed closer to his wrist to smell it, then looked up at his flustered and bewildered appearance, and sighed like a little adult.

"You stupid grandnephew."

She put her hands on her hips and said somewhat angrily:

"It wasn't lost, it was stolen by that stinky fox!"

That sly fox dared to steal her treasure! It was a bracelet she had worked so hard to make!