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

Manager Wang nodded repeatedly beside him: "Yes, this is too far-fetched to tell anyone. Netizens definitely won't believe it and will say we're trying to shift the blame."

Yun Zi'ang was a little discouraged: "Then what do we do? We can't just admit that it's our safety problem, can we?"

"Of course we can't admit it." Yun Mingyi said calmly, tilting his head slightly. "Ziqian, have you been tested?"

"It's been done, the equipment is fine," Yun Ziqian replied immediately.

Yun Mingyi remained silent, glanced around, and after his gaze lingered on the wooden plaque in Xiao Jin's hand for a few seconds, he said, "Ziqian, write this down."

"Okay," Yun Ziqian said, taking out his phone.

"First, we will immediately contact the Special Equipment Inspection Institute and a third-party authoritative safety assessment agency. They will enter the site this afternoon to conduct a comprehensive inspection of all escalators, railings, and floors in the mall. A formal report will be issued within three days and made public in full." Yun Mingyi spoke slowly but clearly. "The entire inspection process will be observed by the media and representatives from all three parties and will be broadcast live to ensure openness and transparency."

"Secondly, whether it's contacting the police or the victim's family, try to obtain the deceased's complete autopsy report and medical records to guide public opinion."

"Third, we announce a comprehensive upgrade to the security measures at Yunding Plaza. All edge railings will be raised by 30 centimeters, additional guardrails will be installed at escalator entrances, and security personnel will be increased."

"Fourth," he paused, lowered his eyelashes, and said in a deep voice, "Issue a public announcement that, starting today, I, Yun Mingyi, will return to the group to oversee Yun's business operations."

After he finished speaking, the room fell silent.

Yun Ziang's mouth was open, and he couldn't close it for a long time.

Upon hearing the last sentence, Yun Ziqian's eyes lit up instantly. He couldn't help but smile and nodded repeatedly: "Okay, I'll arrange it immediately. The testing agency will be on-site this afternoon, and the first draft of the press release will be ready for your review within an hour."

After hearing these points, Manager Wang was inwardly impressed; a solution had been found so quickly.

"What are you all standing there for? Hurry up and get to work." Yun Mingyi glanced at them indifferently.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Manager Wang quickly led the security guards to get to work.

Only a few members of the Yun family remained at the scene.

Xiao Jin was still holding up the small wooden sign, looking at Yun Mingyi with a mixture of curiosity and shock.

"Ziqian," Yun Mingyi said, seemingly oblivious to Xiao Jin, "you stay here to handle this and report back to me on the progress."

"I'm going to see your grandfather." He said this without any worry on his face, as if he had already anticipated the truth.

Yun Ziqian readily agreed, "Okay, Uncle. I'll arrange a car and have the driver take you to the hospital."

He reached out to push Yun Mingyi's wheelchair.

As a result, he was scolded by Yun Mingyi.

"No need, I can manage on my own." Yun Mingyi said this without much expression on his face, but his voice was noticeably colder.

"I brought a driver, so you don't need to worry about these things. Just focus on handling this accident."

Yun Mingyi raised his right hand, about to press the control button for the wheelchair, when he seemed to suddenly remember something and looked up at Xiao Jin again.

Xiao Jin met Yun Mingyi's gaze, realized what was happening, and raised her little hand to greet him: "Hey!"

She had barely uttered two words when Yun Mingyi interrupted her.

"Compile the surveillance videos from the past two months and send them to my email." This was said to Yun Ziqian.

After Yun Mingyi finished speaking, he completely ignored Xiao Jin and drove away in his wheelchair.

Xiao Jin stared in surprise at Yun Mingyi's retreating figure, her chubby little hands awkwardly grabbing at the air before sheepishly withdrawing them.

Then, she pouted slightly, looking up at Yun Zi'ang, "He's ignoring Xiao Jin!"

Yun Ziang chuckled twice, "It's alright, little auntie, he doesn't even talk to me."

"That's just my uncle's personality."

He crouched down, reached out and pinched Xiao Jin's cheek. "Little auntie, do you know who buried this wooden sign?"

Xiao Jin held the wooden plaque, turning it over and over, her little brows furrowing into tiny knots.

She slowly traced the crooked lines on the wooden sign with her fingertips, then brought it to her nose and took a deep breath, her little nose twitching.

"This is old willow wood," she suddenly said, her voice soft yet certain. "Willow wood buried in the graveyard for many years is most likely to attract unclean things."

Yun Zi'ang was taken aback: "Yin Willow Wood?"

"Hmm!" Xiao Jin nodded, and the chubby boy pointed to the blackened wood grain on the edge of the wooden sign. "The wood has been soaked in black dog blood and buried in a place with heavy yin energy for a very long time."

She pouted, took a deep sniff, smacked her lips, her dark eyes darted around, and muttered, "It does look a bit like it."

The aura of malevolence was somewhat similar to the smell of the things in the Yun family villa.

Could it be just one person?

Xiao Jin couldn't understand it, scratched her head, and then put it in her pocket.

"Never mind, let's take this back with us and put it with the bones."

Yun Zi'ang's face darkened. "Who on earth is always resorting to these underhanded tricks?!"

"There's more than just this one." Xiao Jin suddenly tugged at his sleeve, turning her head towards the depths of the mall. "There are two more, hidden somewhere else."

"Two more pieces hidden?!" Yun Zi'ang tensed instantly. "Little Miss, can you find them? Let's dig them out quickly, or it'll be troublesome if something else happens!"

"Sure!" Xiao Jin said proudly. "I can find it just by smelling it!"

As she spoke, she took Yun Ziang's hand and started walking eastward with her short legs.

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The black Maybach came to a smooth stop downstairs in the hospital's inpatient building. The car had been specially modified, with a spacious rear seat and a wheelchair securing position.

The driver, Xiao Zhou, got out of the car first, opened the sliding door, and then pulled out a folding ramp from the trunk, placing it steadily between the car door and the ground.

"Mr. Yun, we've arrived." Xiao Zhou bowed and spoke very softly.

Yun Mingyi grunted in agreement, pressed his fingertips on the wheelchair control buttons, and steadily slid down the ramp.

As soon as I stood still—or rather, as soon as I stopped my wheelchair—a figure came down the steps to greet me.

It is Yun Mingyuan.

He was wearing a dark gray suit. When he saw the person in the wheelchair, he paused, his Adam's apple bobbed, and finally he only said, "You've lost weight."

After a year apart, my younger brother's already thin face became even more angular, his jawline was taut, and even his eye sockets were deeper than before, but his cold and sharp aura remained unchanged.

Yun Mingyi raised his eyes, looked at his elder brother, a hint of emotion flickering in his eyes, and softly called out, "Brother."

Despite hearing just one simple word, Yun Mingyuan felt a pang of sadness.

He reached out to hold onto the wheelchair armrest, like he used to help his younger brother when they were children, but he pulled his hand back halfway through, afraid of hurting the other's sore spot.

"Dad is waiting in the VIP room on the top floor," he said, turning to lead the way, his voice softening. "Mingyue is with him."

Then, unable to resist asking, "Are you... alright? There's a section of anti-slip strip in this hallway, it's a bit bumpy."

"It's alright." Yun Mingyi twitched his fingertips slightly, and the wheelchair glided steadily forward. "I can manage on my own."

His tone was flat, revealing no emotion, but Yun Mingyuan could hear the stubbornness in it.

His younger brother has always been very competitive. Even if he falls, he will get up and dust himself off. Now that his leg is like this, he hates it most when others treat him like a cripple.

Yun Mingyuan didn't say anything more, but slowed down and walked beside him, slightly blocking the flow of people, just like he would protect his younger brother when they were children.

The elevator goes directly to the top-floor VIP ward. The entire corridor is quiet, and even the smell of disinfectant is fainter than downstairs.

Yun Mingyue was already waiting at the door of the ward. When she saw the two of them coming, her eyes lit up at first, but then dimmed when they landed on Yun Mingyi's legs. She called out in a low voice, "Mingyi."

Yun Mingyi nodded slightly to her, which was considered an agreement.

Pushing open the ward door, there was no sign of the patient being critically ill at all.

Yun Zhengbang stood in front of the French windows, leaning on his cane, with his back to the door, his back ramrod straight, showing no sign of having suffered a stroke and fallen into a coma.

Hearing the noise, he slowly turned around, his gaze falling directly on his youngest son in the wheelchair. His brow furrowed, and he began to reprimand him with a sharp, angry tone:

"You actually know how to come back? I thought you were planning to hide abroad for the rest of your life, not even caring about your father's life or death!"

His tone was both deep and stern.

Yun Mingyi looked up at him, his face expressionless, and said calmly, "You can still curse with such vigor, so you seem to be alright."

One sentence nearly made Yun Zhengbang choke on his breath. He poked the floor with his cane, puffed out his beard, and glared at his father: "You brat! How dare you talk to your father like that?!"

"Dad," Yun Mingyuan quickly tried to smooth things over, "Mingyi just got back and must be tired from the journey. Please don't say too much."

Yun Mingyue also stepped forward to support Yun Zhengbang's arm and gently advised, "Dad, Mingyi just got off the plane not long ago, let him rest for a while."

Yun Zhengbang snorted, flicked his sleeves, but didn't curse anymore. Instead, his gaze fell heavily on Yun Mingyi's legs, and his brows furrowed even more.

Yun Mingyue followed her father's gaze and couldn't help but ask softly, "Didn't they say the surgery abroad was very successful? How... how come it's still like this?"

Yun Mingyi lowered his eyes, his gaze sweeping over his numb legs. A fleeting, almost imperceptible, sadness crossed his eyes. When he looked up again, his expression had returned to its usual calm and undisturbed state.

"The surgery went smoothly, and all the nerves were reconnected." He spoke calmly, as if talking about someone else's situation. "But I have no feeling in my body and can't stand up."

Doctors abroad say that the nerves may recover slowly, or they may never recover at all.

He underwent rehabilitation training for more than half a year, but he still had no strength in his legs and couldn't even move his toes.

At first, I was unwilling to give up and tried various methods, such as acupuncture and electrotherapy, but none of them worked.

"That's fine." He gave a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth, which could hardly be called a smile.

The room fell silent instantly upon hearing this.

Yun Zhengbang turned his face away, looking out the window, the veins on his hand gripping his cane bulging slightly, and said nothing.

Yun Mingyuan clenched his fists at his sides, feeling a tightness in his chest.

His younger brother was the most outstanding one back then. In his early twenties, he dared to venture into Southeast Asia alone to secure projects. He was full of vigor and ambition, and everyone praised the three young men of the Yun family for their outstanding achievements.

Now he's confined to a wheelchair; how can one not feel sorry for him?

Yun Mingyue's eyes reddened, and she quickly turned her head away to wipe them away. "Those foreign doctors aren't necessarily that good. I'll ask someone to find other doctors."

Yun Mingyi didn't answer, but instead asked, "How's the investigation into Lu Peng's accounts going?"

He immediately switched back to the main topic, clearly not wanting them to focus on his legs anymore.

Yun Mingyue took a deep breath and replied, "Lu Peng has already taken the bait and is planning to run away with the money."

"We'll close the net as soon as he makes a move."

Yun Mingyi nodded slightly.

She looked at Yun Mingyi, then, as if remembering something, asked hesitantly, "You came from Yunding Plaza?"

"Zi'ang just said that Xiao Jin found a wooden plaque in the shopping mall that was believed to attract evil spirits. What's going on?"

Yun Mingyi's mind flashed back to the little girl holding the wooden sign in the mall earlier, and his eyebrows twitched almost imperceptibly.