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

Wen Wen's face turned cold, though a smile still lingered on her lips, the warmth in her eyes had completely vanished.

She straightened up, casually gathered the number 16 license plate into her palm, her fingertips slightly clenching, and said against her will:

"Congratulations, little one."

As she finished speaking, she turned around to leave, but when she looked up, she bumped into a familiar figure.

It is Yun Ziqian.

He had somehow walked to the dessert table, dressed impeccably in a suit, his gaze deep and thoughtful.

The moment Wen Wen's gaze met his, a fleeting hint of panic flashed across her face, which she quickly suppressed.

She raised her hand to brush a strand of curly hair behind her ear, a generous and poised smile playing on her lips, and said calmly, "Ziqian, it's been a long time."

Yun Ziqian's gaze fell coldly on her face, his tone filled with undisguised sarcasm: "What are you doing here?"

"Looks like they tried to latch onto the Fu family but failed, so they've come here to find their next target, haven't they?"

Wen Wen's smile remained unchanged. She looked at Yun Ziqian and said in a nonchalant tone, "How is Mingyi? I'll be going back to Beijing in a few days."

The moment these words left his mouth, the disgust in Yun Ziqian's eyes surged up almost instantly, impossible to suppress.

He stared at Wen Wen and said coldly, "How dare you mention my uncle?"

"You made such nice promises, saying you'd take care of him for the rest of your life, but what happened? You only accompanied him abroad for a few days before running back to China alone."

"Have you forgotten what you said, or have you forgotten what you've done to him?"

Wen Wen didn't speak, but her expression changed slightly.

Yun Ziqian didn't stop: "You abandoned my uncle abroad, ran back to continue your life, and now you want to pretend nothing happened?"

His gaze was like a knife, his voice low but deliberate, "What right do you have to stand before him?"

Wen Wen was quiet for a few seconds, then suddenly laughed.

The smile spread from the corners of his lips, carrying an indescribable provocation.

She reached into her collar and pulled out a thin chain with a ring hanging at the end, dangling gently on her fingertip.

She held the ring up to Yun Ziqian and said calmly, "I'm going to see my fiancé. Is there a problem?"

Yun Ziqian's gaze was fixed on the ring, his pupils slightly contracting.

That was the ring Wen Wen personally bought and put on Yun Mingyi's finger after the car accident when he was seriously injured and lying in the hospital bed, in order to keep him calm.

There was no ceremony, no witness, only a verbal promise in the ward.

After Wenwen left, she never looked back, but she always wore that ring around her neck.

"You really think you can just swagger back to him just because you have this ring?" Yun Ziqian's eyes were fierce, exuding a dangerous aura. "Wen Wen, I'm warning you, don't you dare show your face in front of my uncle again."

Wen Wen casually tucked the ring back into her collar, completely disregarding his words.

She lifted her foot to walk past Yun Ziqian and leave, but when she reached his side, he grabbed her arm.

Looking at her nonchalant expression, Yun Ziqian's lips curled into a cold and sharp smile, his voice so soft that only the two of them could hear it:

"You know what? People like you can only find peace when they're dead."

Wen Wen looked up at him, neither hurried nor annoyed. Instead, her smile grew even brighter, her tone carrying a confident and unwavering tone:

"Does Yun Mingyi agree to my death?"

Yun Ziqian's fist clenched suddenly, his knuckles turning white.

Wen Wen didn't give him another chance to speak. She shook off his hand, turned around and left in her high heels. Her deep red skirt swept lightly across the marble floor, and she quickly disappeared into the crowd.

Yun Ziqian was about to catch up when he suddenly felt a warmth in his palm as something soft gripped his fingers.

He looked down and met Xiao Jin's bright, dark eyes.

Xiao Jin gripped his hand, tilted her head back, and held up the crumpled number 44 with her other hand, shaking it.

"Ziqian, my great-nephew!" Xiao Jin's voice was crisp and bright, as if she hadn't noticed the tense atmosphere just now. "Xiao Jin won the lottery! Will you come with Xiao Jin to claim the prize?"

Looking at her excited little face, Yun Ziqian had no choice but to suppress the anger in his chest.

He took a deep breath, squatted down, bringing his gaze level with Xiao Jin's, and deliberately softened his voice:

"What did that woman say to you just now?"

Xiao Jin blinked and shook her head: "She didn't say anything, she just swapped number tags with Xiao Jin."

"She changed first," she added honestly.

Yun Ziqian looked at her, remained silent for two seconds, and said in a complicated tone, "Xiao Jin, that woman is the one who broke Uncle's leg."

Xiao Jin nodded calmly, "Yes, Xiao Jin knows."

Yun Ziqian frowned slightly: "You know?"

"Xiao Jin recognized her as soon as she walked over." Xiao Jin shook the two of them holding hands.

The moment she saw that woman, she knew that she was the calamity destined to befall Mingyi's nephew.

Yun Ziqian's gaze shifted slightly.

He looked into Xiao Jin's clear, bright eyes, remained silent for a moment, and then said earnestly, "Xiao Jin, could you please ask her to stay away from her uncle?"

Xiao Jin tilted her head and looked at him, seemingly puzzled, then shook her head: "No, they have to resolve the karma between them themselves."

She gently shook the small hand that held Yun Ziqian's fingers and said earnestly, "Master said not to interfere too much in other people's karma. Ziqian has already interfered too much; if we continue, the karma will come back to us."

Yun Ziqian opened his mouth, about to say something, when a warm voice suddenly interrupted from the side.

"—Oh my! Number 44! This is the kid who won our mystery prize tonight! Congratulations!"

A waiter approached and said with a smile, "Please follow me to the second floor to claim your mystery prize."

"Okay!" Xiao Jin readily agreed, tilting her head back and looking at Yun Ziqian with anticipation.

Yun Ziqian could only nod, and with Xiao Jin in tow, followed the waiter to the second floor.

The two were led into a room.

As soon as I entered, I saw a man wearing a dark blue suit with a gold brooch on his chest walking quickly towards me.

He looked to be in his early thirties, with distinct mixed-race features. His dark brown curly hair was casually tied back, and when he smiled, he revealed a row of white teeth. He exuded an unpretentious artistic air about him.

This man was none other than Eric, the star of tonight's banquet and a renowned art designer who had recently returned from Italy.

Yun Ziqian's eyes lit up; this was exactly the person he was targeting tonight.

He politely extended his hand to greet him: "Mr. Eric, it's a pleasure to meet you. I am Yun Ziqian from the Yun Group. I have had contact with your studio before."

Eric shook hands with him, nodded, and said in a slightly perfunctory tone, "I remember Yun's. I've read the project proposal; it's quite good."

"Let's not talk about work today... I'm here to see this lucky little one!" He bent down to look at Xiao Jin, a bright smile on his face. "Little one, what's your name?"

"My name is Xiao Jin." Xiao Jin looked up at him, her eyes sparkling.

"Xiao Jin, congratulations on winning the prize!" Eric squatted down and lowered his voice mysteriously, "The prize is... you can take any item you like from this banquet hall."

With a wave of his hand, he pointed to the paintings, sculptures, and installation art displayed around him, as if he were giving away the entire exhibition hall.

Yun Ziqian followed his finger and scanned the wall, roughly estimating the market value of the artworks in his mind. He then politely prepared to decline on Xiao Jin's behalf:

"Mr. Eric, this prize is too valuable; Xiao Jin is still too young..."

"Anything is fine?" Xiao Jin's crisp voice interrupted Yun Ziqian's unfinished pleasantries.

Eric smiled and nodded: "Anything is fine."

Without hesitation, Xiao Jin pointed down: "Xiao Jin wants that castle cake."

That pink fondant castle was taller than her, with gold leaf adorning its spires and walls made of hundreds of sugar pearls that shimmered under the spotlights. It looked delicious!

Yun Ziqian was taken aback.

Eric stood there stunned for a while, blinked twice, and then threw his head back and burst into a hearty laugh.

"Hahaha...Okay! No problem! I originally thought you would want to pick those paintings on the wall, those are much more expensive than cakes." Eric straightened up, his gaze falling on Xiao Jin, his smile showing more affection.

Xiao Jin was overjoyed, tilting her head back and smiling broadly at Eric, her eyes crinkling with delight: "Thank you, Uncle Eric! You're so kind!"

She tilted her head. "In exchange, Xiao Jin will give Uncle Eric a fortune reading."

Eric raised an eyebrow, finding the child's words increasingly amusing: "Give me what? A fortune telling?"

"Yes!" Xiao Jin nodded, "It's just to help Uncle have his fortune told."

Eric smiled and shook his head, not because he didn't believe it, but because he thought it was probably just a new trick for children playing house.

"Thank you, Xiaojin, but I don't really want to know anything."

Eric smiled and shook his head. It wasn't that he didn't believe it, but he thought it was probably just a new trick for children playing house: "Thank you, Xiao Jin, but I don't really want to know anything about it."

"Yes." Xiao Jin didn't look away, her dark eyes lingering on his face for a few seconds.

Eric has deep-set features, high brow bones, a straight nose, and full but not protruding cheekbones—typical features of a person with a good life. However, the area around his eyes, where his marital palace is located, is slightly sunken and has a darker color, indicating that not all those close to him are truly sincere.

At first glance, his glabella appears broad, but upon closer inspection, there are extremely fine vertical lines cutting across his life palace. Although the lines are shallow, they run straight through the center of his glabella.

The "hanging needle breaking the seal" signifies betrayal by someone close to you. The deeper the line, the closer the misfortune. Although his line isn't very deep, its dark color indicates that something is already brewing.

Xiao Jin's gaze fell on his nose again. The tip of his nose was round and the wealth palace was thick, but the wealth storage area on both sides of his nose was slightly tinged with a layer of gray, and there were a few fine red threads wandering in the gray. This was a typical sign of financial loss. It was not that he lost it himself, but that he was stabbed in the back by someone and implicated in losing money.

The gray aura spread from the sides of his nose to the area below his cheekbone, becoming even darker, indicating that the person who betrayed him was not an outsider, but someone he trusted.

"Uncle Eric, you need to be extra careful lately." Xiao Jin's voice softened, but she spoke each word with great certainty. "You have a vertical line between your eyebrows that cuts through your life palace, grayish aura swirling around your nostrils, and a dull, dark smudge on your servant palace. These are all signs of betrayal by someone close to you. That person will steal something very important from you, cause you to be misunderstood by many people, and ultimately lead to financial loss."

The child's soft voice made the surrounding air inexplicably quieter.

Eric's smile didn't disappear, but his eyes gradually changed from finding it funny to being surprised.

He tilted his head to look at the little girl who wasn't even as tall as his leg, remained silent for a few seconds, and then his tone finally became more serious: "Then tell me, what does that person look like?"