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

Yun Mingyi opened his mouth, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

Although he was abroad, he had been keeping up with things in China, and he knew something about the child.

Seeing the person in the rumors with my own eyes today is still a bit hard to accept.

She just looks like an ordinary, cute four-year-old girl.

Yun Mingyi said, "Things are a bit strange. I'll check the surveillance footage first."

"However, the most urgent task is to find the mole within the company."

The fact that the false news of the chairman's critical illness leaked at this critical juncture is no simple coincidence.

Yun Mingyuan's face showed a hint of shame, his fingertips unconsciously tracing the seam of his suit trousers, his tone revealing obvious helplessness: "It was my oversight. There have been many things going on at the company lately, and people are restless."

He sighed and said frankly, "Your accident happened so suddenly back then, no one was prepared. After you went abroad, Dad managed to run the company for a while, but his health gradually declined, and the company fell on my and Ziqian's shoulders. I'm not good at the intricacies of the business world, and Ziqian is too young to handle the seasoned veterans, which is why they took advantage of such a big loophole."

That's absolutely true.

Yun Mingyuan was well aware of his own abilities; his business acumen was far inferior to that of his younger brother.

In recent years, the Yun family has seemed prosperous, but there are many problems inside. Yun Mingyi had almost finished cleaning up the mess, but who would have thought that something would happen.

As soon as he left the company, his subordinates couldn't stay any longer.

Yun Zhengbang tapped his cane lightly on the floor, looked at Yun Mingyi, and said in a deep voice, "Now that you're back, stay here with peace of mind."

"Nothing is insurmountable."

Yun Mingyi was silent for two seconds, then looked up to meet his father's gaze. His tone was calm, yet his words were firm and resolute:

"I'm ready."

He has accepted his fate and is prepared to face the uncomfortable gazes and gossip.

As soon as he finished speaking, the somber atmosphere in the ward dissipated almost entirely.

Yun Mingyuan let out a long sigh of relief, a relieved smile appearing on his lips: "That's great."

He can finally stop worrying about company matters.

Yun Mingyue smiled, her eyes red with tears, finally feeling relieved after days of worry.

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On the other side, inside the mobile blood donation vehicle.

Yun Zi'ang, his arm bandaged and his body stiff, asked, "Little Miss, you're not lying to me, are you?"

Is donating blood mandatory?

Qiu An's sorcery made Yun Zi'ang forget that he was about to die.

"Of course, only by seeing some blood can the evil aura be dispelled," Xiao Jin said seriously.

Yun Zi'ang stared at the thick needle, his face contorted with anxiety. "Is it okay as long as there's blood?" he asked uneasily.

Xiao Jin mumbled a reply, "More or less. You must do more good deeds and accumulate merit in the future so that you can live a peaceful and safe life!"

Seeing Xiao Jin's serious and earnest expression, Yun Zi'ang reluctantly agreed, "Alright!"

It's just donating some blood. He's young and strong, what's there to be afraid of?

He was mentally preparing himself when the nurse inserted the needle.

"ah--"

Yun Zi'ang's scream suddenly rang out.

After a while, Yun Ziang got out of the car, clutching his arm and grinning as he held a blood donation certificate.

"Little Miss, I've finished donating blood now, let's go get some serious business done!"

He originally intended to take Xiao Jin to find the person who buried the wooden plaque, but for some reason, Xiao Jin insisted on dragging him to donate blood.

Xiao Jin looked at the three wooden plaques in her hand, frowned in distress, then closed her eyes, buried her head in her hands, and said, "Xiao Jin needs to use her brain and think of a solution!"

"A solution, a solution..."

She muttered to herself, then suddenly opened her eyes, her face beaming with excitement, "I've got it!"

"Let's go home first! Only by getting Xiaojin's treasure can we find the person who made the bad brand!"

Clutching the three willow wood plaques, Xiao Jin's eyes sparkled as she tugged at Yun Zi'ang's sleeve and headed towards the parking lot.

"Baby?" Yun Ziang raised an eyebrow, bent down and picked her up. "Alright, I'll do whatever you say, little miss."

He carried Xiao Jin towards the parking lot.

The car drove back to the Yun family villa. Xiao Jin ran back to her room, dragged the large bag off the bedside table, and dumped it onto the carpet.

A copper compass, neatly folded yellow talisman paper, a small porcelain bottle with a cork stopper, agarwood wrapped in red cloth, and a bunch of odds and ends were scattered all over the floor.

Yun Zi'ang followed her in, leaned against the doorframe, and couldn't help but laugh, "Little Miss, are you going to set up a street stall?"

"No way! These are all Xiao Jin's treasures!" Xiao Jin puffed out her cheeks, sat cross-legged on the carpet, first straightened the palm-sized copper compass, then took out a small celadon bowl, lifted the lid and poured in half a bowl of clear water, "This is rootless water, rainwater from the earth in spring, Master has been saving it for me for a long time."

She carefully placed the three willow wood tablets in the center of the water bowl. The tablets floated on the surface of the water and swirled around, with wisps of black mist seeping into the water, instantly turning the clear water dark.

Yun Zi'ang walked over and squatted down, his eyes wide with surprise: "Has the color faded?"

He was curious and was about to reach out and touch it when he saw Xiao Jin holding the cinnabar pen, about to bite her fingertip.

He quickly reached out to stop him: "Hey! Why are you biting me? Doesn't it hurt?"

Xiao Jin looked up at him, her little face full of seriousness, "The tracking only works if you have a little bit of blood, otherwise the bad things will hide deep and you won't be able to find them."

"Xiao Jin isn't afraid of pain!"

As she spoke, she gently bit her fingertip, squeezing out a drop of bright red blood that mixed into the cinnabar dish and stirred it carefully.

Yun Ziang looked at the small wound on her fingertip, feeling a pang of heartache and a bit of surprise.

He didn't expect that Xiao Jin, who looked so soft and cuddly, would be so capable when it came to serious matters.

Xiao Jin held a cinnabar pen, thicker than her finger, and brought it close to the center of the compass's celestial pool, carefully drawing runes stroke by stroke.

Yun Ziang watched her actions and thought they were just like children playing house.

With such a small compass and such a small hand, what kind of work can be done?

But as he watched, the smile on his face slowly faded.

Xiao Jin's brows were furrowed, her cheeks were slightly puffed out, and her expression was extremely serious. She was softly chanting an incomprehensible spell, her tone rising and falling, with a strange rhythm that gently echoed in the quiet room.

"The Big Dipper, guided by the Heavenly Pivot, traced by the earth's veins, and guided by malevolent energy..."

After she finished reciting the last sentence, she gently touched the center of the compass with her fingertips, which were stained with cinnabar blood.

hum-

The compass needle, which had been motionless, suddenly trembled and began to spin rapidly, circling around and around until it gradually slowed down and finally stopped with a "click," the needle tip pointing steadily in the southwest direction.

"It moved! It moved!" Yun Zi'ang's eyes widened, almost shouting, "It really turned?!"

The scene before my eyes was like magic.

"Of course!" Xiao Jin proudly raised her chin and pointed at the pointer with her little finger. "It's in the southwest! The closer you get to the bad guys, the more the pointer shakes."

She carefully picked up the compass, wiped the three wooden plaques dry, put them away in her cloth bag, stood up, and dusted off her skirt: "Let's go, grand-nephew! We're going to catch the culprit!"

Yun Ziang quickly took the compass, then bent down to pick up Xiao Jin, his steps becoming much lighter.

"Set off!"

Once inside the car, Xiao Jin sat in the passenger seat, holding a compass. She would occasionally look up at the road, then down at the compass needle, and give directions in her childish voice: "Drive forward!"

"Slow down, slow down, the hands are shaking!"

Yun Ziang gripped the steering wheel, watching Xiao Jin's earnest expression as she gave directions, and couldn't help but laugh:

"Great job, little miss! If we join forces, no bad guy can stand a chance. From now on, the Yun family will depend on us!"

"That's right!" Xiao Jin laughed happily, puffing out her little chest with pride. "Xiao Jin is really amazing!"

The two drove along the streets, guided by the compass.

They drove until the sun was directly overhead before they felt safe.

Xiao Jin stared intently at the violently vibrating needle on the compass, her face tense. "This should be it."

Yun Ziang slowly pulled the car to the side of the road, looking at the scene outside the window with some surprise. "How did I end up at the company?"

Outside was the commercial building where their company was located.

"What does this mean?"

Could it be that this wasn't done by their rivals, but by an inside job within the company?

Yun Ziang was still in shock and couldn't quite process it. Xiao Jin had already taken care of herself, holding the compass and untying the straps binding her body.

"Let's go down quickly, stop spacing out, grand-nephew!" Xiao Jin urged.

Yun Ziang snapped out of his daze, "Uh, okay, okay, I'll park the car first."

He parked the car in the underground parking lot, picked up Xiao Jin, and followed her forward.

The lobby was bustling with people, the morning rush hour crowds jostling shoulder to shoulder, their leather shoes clicking on the marble floor.

Holding a palm-sized bronze compass, Xiao Jin, short in stature, darted in and out of the crowd like a nimble little eel.

"Slow down, slow down, little miss! Don't fall!" Yun Ziang followed behind anxiously, reaching out to protect her, but afraid of getting in the way, so he could only follow behind her like a follower.

At first, the compass needle only trembled slightly, but the deeper we went into the building, the more violently it shook. In the end, the entire bronze disc hummed and vibrated, and the needle tip remained firmly fixed in front of us, without budging an inch.

"It's right ahead!" Xiao Jin's eyes lit up, and she ran even faster with her short legs.