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

Yun Zi'ang bent down, picked up Xiao Jin, and followed Yun Ziqian downstairs, saying with a grin:

"Brother, I know a really good private restaurant nearby, the kind that costs four figures per person."

Yun Ziqian glanced at him expressionlessly, and Yun Ziang immediately added, "It's my treat, of course it's my treat."

Half an hour later, the four of them sat down in a private room at a private restaurant in the city center.

The environment was elegant, the lighting was warm and yellow, and the table was covered with a white tablecloth that was ironed without a single wrinkle.

Yun Zi'ang was unusually attentive, personally rinsing Yun Ziqian's cup, pouring tea, and turning the table around. He even turned all the signature dishes in front of Yun Ziqian and stopped the waiter from serving soup.

"I'll do it, I'll do it. I have to serve my brother the soup myself."

Xiao Jin sat in her high chair, her short legs dangling in the air, flipping through the children's menu. Her eyes lit up when she saw the cartoon dessert pictures, and she faced a crucial decision between strawberry cake and chocolate lava cake.

Qiu An sat on the far side, quietly eating her own portion, occasionally taking a sip of tea, keeping her presence to a minimum throughout.

After showering him with attention, Yun Zi'ang smiled ingratiatingly and asked, "Brother, who in my family knows about my affairs?"

Yun Ziqian picked up his teacup, took a sip, and said in a cool tone, "My uncle and I."

"I didn't tell anyone else."

"Dad is on a business trip in Nanhai City. Do you want him to fly back overnight to clean up your mess? Or do you want him to be anxious to death on the spot? Grandpa was finally happy for a few days because Xiaojin came, and his health has just started to improve. Don't make things worse for him."

Yun Ziang shrank back sheepishly, picked up his chopsticks and put a shrimp on Yun Ziqian's plate, only to be met with a glare from Yun Ziqian.

The atmosphere relaxed a bit.

Yun Zi'ang snapped out of his daze, put down his chopsticks, and asked, "Brother, are you leaving again later?"

"Let's go." Yun Ziqian glanced at his watch. "There's a private banquet. My uncle asked me to go, mainly to meet an art designer who's related to a company project."

"What banquet?" Yun Zi'ang asked, somewhat surprised. "Didn't you come here specifically to see me?"

Yun Ziqian glanced at him, as if he were looking at an idiot.

He looked away, slowly picked up a napkin and wiped his mouth. "I came for you. But now you're sitting here perfectly fine, and the matter is resolved."

Yun Zi'ang choked, unable to refute.

Xiao Jin noticed the new vocabulary and asked curiously, "Ziqian, what is a banquet?"

Yun Ziang quickly answered: "It's just a bunch of people dressed up nicely, holding cups and saying 'Long time no see, long time no see,' but they're actually incredibly bored, never get enough to eat, and their legs ache from standing so much—"

Yun Ziqian reached across the table and tapped the back of his hand with chopsticks. The tap wasn't hard, but the sound was crisp. "What nonsense are you talking about?"

He turned to Xiao Jin and said seriously, "A banquet is just a gathering of many people, eating and chatting. Sometimes there are performances and games, and the decorations are very beautiful."

He paused, as if remembering something, and added, "The theme of this private banquet is childlike fun. I heard that there are many fairy tale scenes set up on site, and the dessert table was specially designed. It should be quite interesting."

"Xiao Jin, would you like to go take a look?"

Xiao Jin's eyes lit up as soon as she heard the word "dessert," and she almost dropped her chopsticks into the soup bowl.

She raised her little hand: "Xiao Jin wants to go!"

Yun Ziang hesitated for a moment, glanced at Qiu An who was eating silently beside him, and then looked at Yun Ziqian. Before he could speak, Yun Ziqian spoke for him.

He glanced at Qiu An and said casually, "You should take good care of your friend first."

Yun Ziang chuckled and stopped struggling.

After finishing their meal, the four parted ways at the restaurant entrance.

Yun Ziqian took Xiao Jin to buy a dress, while Yun Ziang took Qiu An back to the hotel first.

Before leaving, Xiao Jin turned back and waved to Yun Ziang, reminding him, "Grand-nephew, be good. I'll bring you something delicious when I get back."

Yun Ziang was so charmed that he clutched his heart, feeling like he'd been hit by a bomb.

-

The banquet was held in a private clubhouse converted from an old villa. The wrought iron archway at the entrance was adorned with glowing vine lamps, and a life-size replica of a fairytale carriage was placed in the courtyard, with several docile ponies strolling leisurely nearby.

Upon entering the hall, you'll see cloud-shaped lights that resemble cotton candy floating overhead, and the dessert table is filled with exquisitely designed fondant cakes, including Sleeping Beauty's castle, Alice's rabbit hole, and a carousel made entirely of macarons.

Xiao Jin was wearing a pale yellow tulle dress that Yun Ziqian had temporarily sent over. Her hair was styled into two round little buns by the stylist, with two cherry hair clips attached.

She stood in front of the dessert table, looking up at the fondant castle that was bigger than her head, her mouth agape in a small circle.

"So pretty!!" She stood on tiptoe, her little hands gripping the edge of the table, her eyes shining like tiny lanterns. "Can we eat these flowers?"

Yun Ziqian squatted down, took a handkerchief from his suit pocket, stuffed it into Xiao Jin's hand, and instructed, "You can eat here, but don't wander off."

"If you're tired, go rest on that sofa over there. I'm going to talk to a few people for a bit, I'll be right back."

Xiao Jin nodded obediently, her attention completely drawn to the colorful pastries on the dessert table.

Yun Ziqian straightened up, straightened his cuffs, and walked towards the conversation area on the other side of the hall.

Xiao Jin embarked on her dessert journey.

Start with the strawberry tart, then the chocolate puff, matcha mousse cup, and raspberry macarons, one after another, in an orderly fashion, my cheeks puffed out like a little hamster hoarding food.

She ate with great care, examining each new piece for a few seconds as if mentally scoring it.

Her earnest yet adorable appearance made even the passing waiters carrying trays unable to resist taking a second look at her.

When Xiao Jin ate the seventh piece of cake, she licked the cream off her lips and suddenly noticed a small sign-in table next to the dessert table. It was covered with a white tablecloth and had a lottery box decorated with gold ribbons on it.

Behind the registration desk stood a young waiter in a vest and bow tie. Seeing Xiao Jin looking over, he bent down and greeted her with a smile, "Little friend, would you like to get a number? There will be a game later, and you can draw a mystery prize!"

Xiao Jin thought the lottery box looked quite pleasing to the eye and was about to reach for it when she suddenly heard the crisp sound of high heels clicking on the marble floor, mixed with a rich fragrance of white flowers.

A tall woman walked over gracefully.

A deep red satin dress hugged her graceful figure, her red lips and curly hair, her eyes slightly upturned at the corners, exuding charm with a sharp, shrewd edge.

She walked to the registration desk, casually resting one hand on the edge of the lottery box, her slender fingers adorned with nail polish in the same color as her dress, and lazily began to speak:

"What game? And what's the mystery grand prize?"

His voice was languid, with a slight upward inflection at the end, as if he were asking a casual question.

The waiter answered politely with a smile:

"It's a fun, interactive game for kids. The winner will receive a specially made souvenir, which is quite valuable. But there are only two number plates left in the box."

Wen Wen said "Oh," reached into the lottery box, and pulled out a number plate with two fingers.

She turned it over and saw it was number 44.

Her brow furrowed almost imperceptibly.

Xiao Jin stared at Wen Wen's face for several seconds before looking away, then tiptoed and fished the last number plate out of the box.

16 number.

Wen Wen twirled the No. 44 perfume between her fingers twice, then looked down at Xiao Jin, a perfectly curved smile playing on her lips. She crouched down. Her perfume drew closer, her voice soft and gentle, as if she were truly sincere:

"Little friend, can I ask you for a favor? My lucky number is 16. Could we switch numbers?"

Xiao Jin held her number 16 tag, looked up at the pretty lady, blinked, and nodded obediently: "Sure."

She handed over number 16 and took number 44.

Then she glanced down at the number plate in her hand and added in a childish voice, "So 16 is your lucky number, Sister. I thought you thought 44 was unlucky."

Wen Wen's smile froze for a moment, but she quickly recovered and gathered the number 16 plate into her palm.

Just as she was about to get up, the hidden speakers around the hall suddenly blared out an exaggerated video game notification sound.

It was the sound effect of Mario eating a coin, with added reverb, echoing several times in the lobby.

All the guests subconsciously looked up, and the lights dimmed slightly in response, with a spotlight shining on the electronic screen directly in front of the dessert table.

"Ladies and gentlemen, friends and children—our mystery grand prize draw for tonight is officially beginning!" The host stood beside the electronic screen, his voice booming. "We've already had a full one hundred guests collect their number plates. Let's see who our lucky winner is tonight—"

The numbers on the electronic screen began to scroll.

Wen Wen straightened up and glanced at the screen casually.

The numbers stopped.

44 number.

The entire room fell silent for half a second, then scattered applause and laughter broke out.

Children screamed excitedly, asking around, "Who drew number 44?" The spotlight began to move through the crowd, searching for the lucky person holding the number 44.

Wen Wen's smile froze instantly.

She looked down at the number 16 in her hand.

The number plate lay quietly in her palm, like a silent mockery.

Xiao Jin glanced at the number "44" on the electronic screen, then looked down at the number 44 in her hand. She tilted her head back, revealing a row of tiny white teeth in a smile.

"Wow! Xiao Jin won the prize!"

"It seems 44 is Xiaojin's lucky number!"

Upon hearing this, Wen Wen almost lost her professional smile, but she managed to straighten it out in a single breath.

She bent down, softening her voice with gentleness and tenderness: "Little one, this number was originally drawn for you by your older sister. You see, if I hadn't switched your number with yours, you wouldn't have won, right?"

As she spoke, her slender fingers lightly touched the edge of the number 44 ticket in Xiao Jin's hand, her smile warm and friendly. "So, this prize should be collected by your older sister."

Xiao Jin did not let go.

She looked up at the pretty older sister, blinked, and said innocently, "But sister, you gave this number tag to Xiaojin because you didn't want it anymore."

She tilted her head, and two cherry hair clips swayed in the light.

"Sister, Master once told Xiao Jin something, and now Xiao Jin is giving it to you."

"My master said that the secret to happiness is: when you have a piece of candy in your hand, enjoy it."

"If you always think that the candy in other people's hands is sweeter, and you throw away your own candy to snatch other people's, in the end you won't have a single piece of candy left in your mouth."

She looked down at the number 44 in her hand, then looked up at the number 16 her sister was holding between her fingers, and blinked.

"Sister, look, you originally had a number 44 candy, but you didn't want it anymore, so you gave it to Xiaojin."

"Now that Xiaojin's candy has become a prize, you want to snatch it back from her. If this continues, your sister's mouth will always be empty."