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

Yun Ziang pretended to be his assistant and contacted the club staff to handle the follow-up matters, and paid for Qiu An to be transferred to a VIP room on the top floor.

The ward was quiet, with only the regular beeping of the monitor.

That night, Xiao Jin curled up on the nearby sofa, her breathing as light as a feather, and soon fell asleep.

Yun Ziang moved a chair and sat by the hospital bed, staring blankly at the face that looked exactly like his own.

The lump in my chest hadn't completely dissipated; I couldn't tell if it was lingering fear or relief.

He tossed and turned, unable to sleep, and his stomach started growling.

I looked up at the clock on the wall; the hour hand had just passed twelve.

"It's past midnight, everything should be alright by now," he muttered to himself, tucked the blanket around Xiao Jin, and quietly opened the door and went out.

There are two 24-hour convenience stores next to the hospital. He plans to go there to buy some food to tide him over and also to bring some snacks for Xiao Jin.

The streets were empty late at night, the streetlights were dim, and there were very few cars.

As soon as Yun Ziang reached the zebra crossing, he saw a little girl in a pink dress, clutching half a lollipop, wobbling as she walked towards the middle of the road.

The little girl looked to be only five or six years old, and there was no adult with her. In the distance, a truck was speeding towards them with its high beams on, going ridiculously fast and showing no sign of slowing down.

"Hey! Kid!"

Yun Ziang called out, but the little girl didn't hear him and kept walking forward.

His heart tightened, and almost instinctively he rushed over, scooped the little girl into his arms, and lunged forward.

The moment Yun Ziang regained his footing, the truck inexplicably swerved and sped straight toward the spot where he had just been standing.

The tires screeched against the ground, and the wind howled like a razor. The car drove for more than ten meters before stopping. The driver stuck his head out and cursed a couple of times, then stepped on the gas and drove off again.

Yun Ziang squatted by the roadside, holding the little girl, his T-shirt instantly soaked with cold sweat.

The little girl in his arms was terrified, clutching Yun Ziang's clothes tightly.

Yun Ziang stared blankly at the truck, then suddenly felt a burning sensation in his chest pocket, as if he were carrying a piece of red-hot coal.

He reached out and pulled out the Big Dipper Calamity-Relief Talisman that Xiao Jin had given him that morning, but now the yellow paper had turned into a clump of fine paper ash, which would scatter in the wind.

Yun Ziang was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized something, his face turned pale instantly, and he quickly took out his phone to check the time.

The screen clearly displayed: 23:50.

11:50.

The clock in the ward was ten minutes fast.

He thought he had already made it past midnight, but it wasn't actually midnight yet.

That was not an accident.

This is the final tribulation.

If he hadn't rushed out to save that little girl, if he had been a step slower, he would be the one being hit and thrown into the air now.

Yun Ziang's legs went weak, and he knelt directly on the sidewalk.

The little girl in his arms finally burst into tears, her cries so loud they shook the heavens and made Yun Zi'ang's heart tremble.

He looked up at the dark night sky, and his voice trembled as the wind blew:

"I see......"

"I will definitely be a good person and do more good deeds in the future..."

Yun Ziang remained kneeling on the spot until the little girl's mother rushed over in a panic, thanking her profusely as she took the child away.

The ash from the paper in my palm felt warm on my skin.

In the ward, Xiao Jin leaned against the window, looking down at the figure squatting by the roadside, and let out a long sigh of relief.

"Finally, it's over," she muttered to herself.

"At least he still has some conscience."

A cold voice sounded beside Xiao Jin.

It's Qiu An.

Qiu An, still resembling Yun Ziang, stood beside Xiao Jin, his body wrapped in bandages.

He looked clear-headed and didn't seem like someone who had been in a coma for a long time.

Qiu An's gaze fell through the window on Yun Ziang's still-standing figure. His tone was calm, carrying a hint of barely perceptible approval:

"Yun Zi'ang may be a bit foolish, but he's not a bad person at heart."

"Of course!" Xiao Jin said, walking to the bedside, climbing on, and swinging her little feet while laughing. "My grand-nephew is a little slow-witted, but he's a very good person. Master said that God will be lenient towards those who have kind hearts."

Qiu An didn't reply, her gaze fixed on the view outside the window.

Under the streetlights, Yun Ziang finally stood up and staggered towards the hospital.

Yun Ziang practically stumbled into the ward, his forehead covered in cold sweat and his face as white as paper.

He intended to wake Xiao Jin and tell her about the terrifying moment, but when he looked up, he saw Xiao Jin clinging to the windowsill, and a "himself" wrapped in bandages standing by the hospital bed, looking up at him.

He stopped abruptly, completely bewildered: "You...you're all awake?"

Even the slowest-witted Yun Ziang should have realized by now, "Did you two know all along that something bad would happen tonight?"

"We saw it all from the window!" Xiao Jin climbed off the bed, ran to his side, and looked up at him with bright, sparkling eyes. "Grand-nephew did a great job saving the little girl."

She paused, then her tone became more serious: "The near-death experience is completely over. You won't face such a terrible calamity again."

Yun Ziang's heart, which had been hanging in suspense for several days, finally settled down completely at this moment.

His legs gave way, and he slumped into the chair next to him, clasping his hands together above his head, muttering repeatedly:

"Thank God... thank you, Xiao Jin... and thank you too, Fox."

Qiu An scoffed, ignoring the thank you, and instead asked about the important matter: "Have you found any clues about the guy in the baseball cap on the track?"

"I took a picture of the license plate number. It's a local plate, there's no way he can escape." Yun Ziang's spirits lifted. "I'll have someone check it out when it's light. Anyone who dares to scheme against me behind my back, I'll find them out no matter what."

-

Meanwhile, in a room at a budget hotel in the city, Ma Xiao was pacing anxiously.

He wears thin-rimmed glasses and is a maintenance technician at the Nanshan Circuit.

His face was filled with panic and anger, and his phone screen was still lit up with the call interface.

"We agreed that all we'd do was make Yun Zi'ang lose control of his race car and crash, thus eliminating him from the competition! And now? The embankment collapsed! He's in the emergency room!" Ma Xiao roared in a low voice, his chest heaving violently. "You didn't say you wanted to kill anyone! Don't you know what kind of background the Yun family has? If you really investigate, I'll be the first one to die!"

The voice on the other end of the phone was calm: "The slope protection has been in disrepair for years; the rockfall was an accident."

"The police can't trace it back to you, so what's the panic?"

"An accident?" Ma Xiao laughed angrily. "I loosened the brakes myself. Unless someone tampered with the embankment, there's no way it could have collapsed!"

"Do you think I wouldn't know if it was an accident? If Yun Zi'ang really died, the Yun family could turn the entire Shanghai market upside down! Do you think the Yun family members are all fools?!"

The other party was too lazy to argue with him, and simply said, "If you've taken the money, behave yourself," before hanging up the phone.

The busy signal sounded particularly jarring in the quiet room.

Ma Xiao stood frozen in place, his whole body ice-cold.

He was blinded by greed and accepted the money, only thinking of getting Yun Ziang to withdraw from the competition without anyone knowing, just to vent his anger. He never expected that the other party would dare to go so far as to kill him.

If the Yun family investigates, his little tricks will be exposed. If that person tries to deny everything, he'll be the one going to jail.

He paced around the room again and again, finally gritting his teeth and a ruthless glint in his eyes.

"Since you're so heartless, don't blame me for being ruthless too!"

"If you're going to die, don't drag me down with you!"

He picked up his phone, found the contact information he had saved before, changed to an anonymous SIM card, and typed in everything, including the relevant transfer records and chat screenshots.

When the notification popped up that the message had been successfully sent, Ma Xiao slumped into a chair as if all his strength had been drained, his back soaked with sweat.

The next morning, just as dawn was breaking, the door to the VIP ward was pushed open from the outside.

Yun Ziang was fast asleep, curled up on the sofa with his caregiver. He vaguely heard footsteps and mumbled as he turned over.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Yun Ziqian standing in front of the sofa, his face so dark it could drip water, staring intently at him.

"Holy crap!"

Yun Zi'ang was startled and almost rolled off the sofa. He instantly sobered up. "Brother? What are you doing here?!"

His first thought was whether he had done something wrong and been exposed, which was why Yun Ziqian had chased after him.

But when he looked around and remembered that he was still in the ward, he felt a little more at ease and then subconsciously glanced toward the bed.

Fortunately, Qiu An had already returned to his original form. At this moment, he was leaning against the headboard, his body wrapped in bandages, looking much worse off than Qiu An.

Yun Ziqian looked Yun Ziang up and down, his brows furrowing even more.

Didn't the news say that Yun Zi'ang was seriously injured and his life was in danger?

Looking at him now, he doesn't look like someone who is seriously injured at all.

"Yun Zi'ang," he said in a low voice, his tone heavy with tension, "you'd better explain to me clearly what exactly is going on."

"N-nothing's wrong," Yun Ziang tried to lie, forcing himself to continue, "My friend is injured, and I'm here to stay with him."

"Stop pretending!" Yun Ziqian's sharp eyes saw right through him. "Didn't you say you'd never drive cars again? What's going on now?"

"Is your mouth a mouth for ass? Everything you say is bullshit."

Yun Zi'ang awkwardly rubbed his nose. "Brother, how come you're so well-informed?"

Hearing the noise, Xiao Jin came out of the inner room, clutching her small pillow. She had just woken up and was rubbing her eyes. She was also taken aback when she saw Yun Ziqian, and greeted him softly:

"Ziqian, my great-nephew, you've arrived."

Yun Ziqian didn't waste any more words with Yun Ziang. He simply placed his phone on the coffee table, with the screen facing Yun Ziang.

The screen displayed a short message, but every word was clear:

[Dear Mr. Yun, the accident involving Young Master Yun Ziang at the Nanshan racetrack was not an accident.]

[Ma Xiao, under Wei Chengwen's instructions, tampered with the brakes beforehand, intending to cause Yun Ziang's race car to lose control and be eliminated. However, Wei Chengwen secretly sabotaged the embankment, causing it to collapse and seriously injuring Yun Ziang.]

[Wei Chengwen is the mastermind; there is evidence in the transfer records and chat logs.]

Several screenshots are attached below, showing transfer receipts and instruction dialogues, all pointing to the same person—Wei Chengwen.

"Wei Chengwen?" Yun Zi'ang leaned closer to see the name clearly, his eyes filled with confusion. "Who is he?"

"When did I ever offend him?"

What did he do to make this kid hate him so much that he resorted to underhanded tactics to kill him?

Qiu An, lying on the hospital bed, slowly turned his head, his gaze falling on the name on the screen, his eyes darkening.

The atmosphere in the ward suddenly became somber.

Yun Ziqian's brows twitched with anger. "You don't even remember what you did, yet you still managed to make a mortal enemy of your own. You're really something else."

He put his phone away, looked at Yun Ziang, and said in an emotionless tone, "Nothing happened, so you still have some sense."

"But I'll handle the rest."