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

Qiu An sat down opposite the two people, looking at the two, one big and one small, with unease in her heart.

He didn't know what the situation was. That girl must have recognized him, but why did Yun Ziang still look like he knew nothing?

What exactly is the purpose of this dinner party? He has lived for three hundred years, yet he still can't figure out the thoughts of a four-year-old child.

"What happened to your hand?" Yun Ziang's gaze fell on Qiu An's left hand.

Qiu An's heart tightened, and she subconsciously withdrew her hand, her tone very indifferent: "Scald."

"How did you get burned? You were so careless." Yun Ziang asked casually, then suddenly felt a familiar warmth on his wrist.

He realized something and looked down at the lightning-struck jujube wood bracelet on his wrist.

There were only the three of them in the private room.

Qiu An had just sat down when the bracelet got hot.

Once could be considered a coincidence, but twice?

Yun Ziang's face paled instantly, and his gaze towards Qiu An became stiff and evasive. His fingers clenched tightly, and he even breathed softly.

Qiu An noticed this subtle change in him.

Qiu An's gaze slowly moved down, settling on the dark brown bracelet, and he clenched his teeth secretly.

So, this little girl never intended to hide it at all; she deliberately left Yun Ziang here so he could discover the truth on his own, right?

"Little...Little Aunt..." Yun Ziang's voice trembled as he tried to ask Xiao Jin for help, but his throat felt like it was blocked with cotton, and he couldn't squeeze out a complete sentence.

A soft little hand gently patted the back of his hand.

He looked up and saw Xiao Jin staring at him with her round eyes, her other hand touching her little belly, and saying pitifully, "Grand-nephew, Xiao Jin's belly is flat!"

Yun Zi'ang snapped back to reality, as if grasping at a lifeline, and quickly stood up: "I...I'll go urge the vegetables to hurry up!"

The chair leg scraped against the floor tiles, making a piercing screech that was particularly jarring in the quiet private room.

He walked towards the door, his body tense and his steps unsteady. As he passed Qiu An, he didn't even dare to glance at him out of the corner of his eye; he practically fled in panic.

He walked out of the private room and started running. After running a few meters, the string of lightning-struck jujube wood beads was indeed no longer hot.

Yun Zi'ang stared at his wrist in shock. "It's Qiu An?"

"How could it be Qiu An?!"

Was it a fox demon impersonating Qiu An? Where did the real Qiu An go?

Yun Zi'ang stared at the door of the private room with a look of horror in his eyes.

Inside the private room, Xiao Jin was eating the desserts the waiter had brought her, spoonful by spoonful, occasionally glancing up at Qiu An with a sweet smile.

That soft, smiling face, in Qiu An's eyes, was more unsettling than the ghostly faces of the underworld.

Threat.

This is a blatant threat!

Qiu An clenched his fists tighter and tighter, his anger rising.

He's a red-tailed fox with three hundred years of cultivation; how could he possibly be controlled by a mere baby? A scholar can be killed but not humiliated!

"You..." Qiu An had only uttered one word when Xiao Jin interrupted him.

"That almond tofu is delicious!" Xiao Jin pointed gently, licking her lips with longing. "If you don't like it, you can give it to Xiao Jin!"

She ate every last bit of her portion!

Qiu An was stunned for a moment, and when she looked down, she saw a bowl of chilled almond tofu in front of her. It was tender, white and translucent, and sprinkled with some osmanthus petals.

So the little girl wasn't looking at him at all, but at this bowl of tofu?

He felt a strange sense of relief, and was about to speak when he heard Xiao Jin slowly add:

"You foxes all love eating chicken, right? You definitely don't like this soft, fluffy tofu. Why don't we give it to Xiao Jin? How about it?"

Xiao Jin sat on the chair, her two short legs dangling in the air, her tone innocent and naive.

Qiu An's relaxed expression froze instantly, followed by a surge of anger at being mocked. He leaned forward and lowered his voice, "You did this on purpose, didn't you? Now that you recognized me, why bother with this pretense?"

"Huh?" Xiao Jin blinked, confused. "Stars?"

She looked up at the ceiling and said blankly, "There are no stars! It's daytime, only the sun!"

Qiu An was speechless, choked by the little brat in front of him.

He rubbed his forehead, too lazy to beat around the bush anymore, and asked directly, "What exactly do you want to do here?"

"You told Yun Zi'ang everything?"

Xiao Jin turned her gaze to Qiu An and said frankly, "Xiao Jin wants to see you!"

"You ruined Xiaojin's bracelet, and Xiaojin is very angry."

"Those were ground out by Xiaojin one by one."

As she spoke, she pouted, looking displeased.

Qiu An's lips twitched twice, quite speechless. "It's clearly your broken bead that's in the way."

"You stinky fox!" Xiao Jin glared at him angrily, her chubby hands on her hips. "What exactly are you trying to do, always hanging around my great-nephew?"

"What are you doing?" Qiu An scoffed, leaning back in his chair, arms crossed, chin slightly raised, looking arrogant. "If it weren't for me secretly protecting him these past few years, Yun Zi'ang would have died a hundred and eighty times over."

"Who gives you the right to question me?"

"Protect?" Xiao Jin tilted her head, a hint of doubt in her eyes. "Really?"

"Otherwise, why do you think he trusts you so much?" Qiu An raised an eyebrow, her tone tinged with smugness. "I gave him a hint in his dream, otherwise why would he be so devoted to you, his little miss?"

"Speaking of which, you should thank me."

Xiao Jin recalled what happened when she first arrived at the Yun family, her eyes widening slightly as if she had just realized something. "Oh, I see."

"No wonder he was acting strange back then."

Seeing her blank expression, Qiu An chuckled inwardly. She was still just a child; he could fool her with a few words.

He leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on the table, his peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, a faint crimson glint flashing in them. His voice was soft and slow, carrying a bewitching magic:

"Yun Zi'ang saved my life, and I stay by his side to repay his kindness and protect him."

"You probably don't remember, but I met you a long time ago. We met briefly when you and your master, Daoist Yun Zhenglu, were at Yonglu Mountain."

"It was your master's intention to have me protect Yun Zi'ang. Since we share the same goal, why don't we coexist peacefully?"

The fox clan's bewitching arts are always effective on mortals, so dealing with a little girl would be a piece of cake.

Xiao Jin stared at him blankly, her dark, grape-like eyes fixed, as if truly bewitched. After a few seconds, she nodded earnestly and replied crisply:

"Okay, I agree to let you protect my great-nephew."

Qiu An chuckled inwardly, about to say that she knew what was good for her, when she heard Xiao Jin's voice ring out again, clear and crisp, without the slightest hint of confusion:

"But you can't secretly absorb his yang energy to replenish your inner core."

Qiu An's smile froze instantly, and she exclaimed in surprise, "How did you know?!"

He suddenly looked into Xiao Jin's eyes.

Those eyes were clear and bright, like mountain spring water; there was not a trace of being bewitched.

That moment of stunned silence was all an act!

"Xiao Jin saw it right away." Xiao Jin proudly raised her chin, counting on her chubby little fingers, and said seriously, "Your inner core is mostly shattered, and your demonic energy has dissipated. You're very weak now."

"My great-nephew has a pure Yang Gengxu Kui Gang chart, with Yang energy as intense as tempered gold, which is most suitable for nourishing the demon core. By absorbing his floating Yang, you can slowly repair your inner core."

Qiu An's brows were tightly furrowed, and his face looked extremely pale.

What exactly is this inhuman little girl?

Not only can he read formations and divine the future, but he can also absorb malevolent energy. Now he can even see through his cultivation level and injuries.

"Xiao Jin knows you're lying." Xiao Jin's eyes crinkled into a sly smile. "You've never been to Yonglu Mountain, nor have you ever met my master."

"You first met Xiao Jin outside the Yun family villa. Xiao Jin smelled your fox scent back then."

As she spoke, she wrinkled her little nose, as if she could really smell it.

Qiu An's face darkened completely, and his aura turned several degrees colder.

He ultimately underestimated the little child.

He wanted to have the upper hand, but instead, he was stripped bare.

Just as he was secretly on guard, pondering whether to strike first or turn and leave, Xiao Jin's voice rang out again, soft and gentle:

"However, considering that you have indeed saved my nephew's grandson several times, Xiao Jin will let you off the hook this time."

She held up a chubby little finger and earnestly stated her conditions:

"First, you have to compensate Xiaojin with a lightning-struck jujube wood bead, just as good as the broken one."

"Secondly, you are not allowed to secretly absorb my nephew's yang energy anymore. His yang energy is for growing, not for you to eat as snacks."

"Third, you must continue to protect my great-nephew until that wicked cultivator is caught by Xiao Jin."

After Xiao Jin finished speaking, she tilted her head and looked at him, her eyes sparkling: "If you agree, we can live in peace. If you don't agree..."

She didn't finish speaking, but just shook her little fist, her face full of "I'm very powerful".

Just as Qiu An was about to speak, the door to the private room was suddenly pushed open with a bang, and Yun Zi'ang, who had returned, was there.

He charged in, brandishing two kitchen knives and baring his teeth.

"Little miss, I'm here to help you!!"