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

Yun Mingyuan's hand, which was reaching for the remote control, froze in mid-air. He turned his head, his brows furrowing.

He looked at Xiao Jin, who was standing by the bed with her mouth agape, wide enough to fit an egg, and his expression showed a hint of confusion:

"What do you mean?"

He was watching TV here peacefully, how could he be doomed?

"You've been cursed!!" Xiao Jin frowned, her face full of worry.

Yun Zi'ang was also startled by Xiao Jin's sudden shout, "What?"

He walked over to Xiao Jin in shock, knelt down beside her, and, holding her shoulders, asked:

"Little aunt, you just said... a curse?"

"What kind of curse? It's not like those curses in horror movies, is it?"

Xiao Jin turned to look at Yun Ziang, her face blank with confusion, completely unable to understand what he was saying: "What horror movie?"

"It's like those... Southeast Asian sorcerers who use scarecrows to prick people with needles. The person under their spell will bleed from all seven orifices, their whole body will fester, and eventually their internal organs will turn into a pool of pus and they'll die..." Yun Zi'ang gestured as he spoke, his voice growing weaker with each word. Finally, his eyes widened as he abruptly turned to look at Yun Mingyuan on the bed, his voice cracking, "My dad's not going to die, is he?!"

Yun Mingyuan's face darkened upon hearing this.

Xiao Jin tilted her head, nodded as if she understood, then shook her head: "Xiao Jin hasn't seen the movie."

"But my nephew has been cursed with a demonic spell. The demon will cling to him until he dies!"

Yun Zi'ang's face turned pale instantly.

He stood frozen in place, his mind racing through all the people his father had recently offended... construction site disputes, business competition, family feuds, he went through them one by one, finally stopping at one name.

He slapped his thigh suddenly: "Dad! Have you offended Lu Peng's parents recently? Did they hire someone to cast a spell on you? I knew that family wouldn't let this go!"

Upon hearing the name "Lu Peng," Xiao Jin's ears perked up instantly, as if someone had flipped a switch, and she abruptly turned to look at Yun Mingyuan.

She suddenly remembered that she had recently forgotten something very important.

She hadn't had a chance to remind Yun Mingyuan not to do anything more to Lu Peng.

She had a vague feeling that something was wrong with this matter before, but one thing after another got her side of the story and she never had a chance to speak up.

"Nephew," Xiao Jin's voice suddenly became serious, her expression unusually earnest, "you mustn't continue doing things that hurt others!"

Upon hearing this, Yun Mingyuan scoffed, "Lu Peng has already gone so far as to bully Mingyue, how could I possibly not intervene?"

"What kind of punishment is it for someone like him to spend a few years in jail?"

Compared to the harm suffered by Mingyue, it is far from enough.

Xiao Jin shook her head, her two little pigtails swaying slightly, her voice childish yet unwavering: "Lu Peng has already received the punishment he deserved."

"He did something wrong, and the law will deal with him, as will karma. If you interfere, you're not helping him; you're creating more karma for yourself. More bad things will happen, more and more, until eventually you can't control them."

Yun Mingyuan did not answer.

He leaned against the headboard, silent, but his expression remained unchanged.

He was clearly not swayed.

In his view, it would be wrong of him not to take action against those who bullied his family.

Xiao Jin stared at his face for a few seconds, then puffed out her cheeks, crossed her short arms over her chest, and let out a loud snort:

"Xiao Jin is angry! She's ignoring you!"

After she finished speaking, she turned her whole body towards the window, leaving Yun Mingyuan with only a round back of his head and two little tufts of hair that trembled slightly with the movement.

An awkward silence fell over the ward.

Yun Mingyuan looked at the sullen little figure's back, his lips twitched, wanting to say something but unable to bring himself to do so.

Yun Ziang stood between the two, glancing to his left at Xiao Jin, who was furious, and to his right at his stubborn father. He took a deep breath and raised his hands in a pause gesture:

"Stop, stop, stop...you two, calm down."

He turned to Yun Mingyuan and said earnestly, "Dad, you're fifty years old, and you're still arguing with a four-year-old. It's so embarrassing to talk about."

Yun Mingyuan blushed, and angrily retorted, "Shut up!"

Yun Zi'ang showed no sign of shutting up. Instead, he took a step forward, blocking Xiao Jin's way and facing Yun Mingyuan directly. His tone became more serious: "Dad, I'm not trying to be mean."

"This is a society governed by the rule of law, not like when you were overseas. Don't resort to underhanded tactics at the drop of a hat. I'm terrified of people resorting to violence or killing."

"Besides... Grandpa said it himself, Xiao Jin is a benefactor to our Yun family, and we must listen to Xiao Jin in everything."

"According to seniority, you still have to call Xiao Jin 'aunt'."

Yun Mingyuan's face turned from red to a purplish-brown, the veins on his neck throbbed, his lips moved for a long time, and finally he squeezed out a sentence through gritted teeth:

"You unfilial son—"

"This is just my honest advice, even if it's hard to hear," Yun Zi'ang said without changing his expression.

Yun Mingyuan stared at his son for a long while, then finally turned his face away, saying in a muffled, indistinct voice:

"I understand. I'll handle it accordingly."

Yun Ziang clapped his hands, with an expression that said, "That's more like it," and concluded in a lighthearted tone, "Alright, this matter is over. Now the important thing is who put a curse on you; that's the real issue."

After he finished speaking, the atmosphere in the ward became heavy again.

Yun Mingyuan pursed his lips and remained silent, while Xiao Jin stood with her arms crossed and her back to him, her two little pigtails motionless, clearly still angry.

Yun Ziang looked around, sighed, walked to Xiao Jin's side, squatted down, reached out and gently shook the hem of Xiao Jin's clothes.

"Little aunt," he said in a soft, gentle tone, almost like coaxing a child, "as the most senior member of our family, please be magnanimous and take care of this ignorant old man."

"He's old, his mind isn't as sharp as ours young people are. Look at him, his arm's still in a sling, it's pitiful enough..."

He shook the corner of his clothes again and winked at Xiao Jin.

Xiao Jin's cheeks gradually flattened, and she turned her head with a stern face. She first glanced at Yun Zi'ang, then looked over his shoulder at Yun Mingyuan.

Yun Mingyuan was looking out the window with his face turned away, his ears still a little red.

She tilted her head and thought for a moment, then nodded, her tone carrying a hint of reluctant tolerance: "Alright, Xiao Jin is an adult now, and adults should take care of the younger generation."

Yun Mingyuan's lips twitched visibly, but he didn't refute it further.

"However..." Xiao Jin changed the subject, looked at Yun Mingyuan, and held up a short finger, "If you want Xiao Jin to protect you, you must agree to one condition."

"What are the conditions?" Yun Zi'ang asked instinctively, "Little Miss, don't worry, I'll definitely treat you to a big meal to reward you properly!"

"A feast!" Xiao Jin burst out laughing. "Xiao Jin loves feasts!"

She cheered, then immediately straightened her face and looked at Yun Mingyuan seriously, "But that's not the condition Xiao Jin mentioned."

"But...you must promise Xiaojin that you will recite the 'Purifying Heart Mantra' fifty times every day!"

Xiao Jin stretched out both hands and placed them in front of Yun Mingyuan.

Yun Mingyuan stared at Xiao Jin's two chubby little hands, then paused for a moment. "The Purification Mantra?"

"Okay, I agree on behalf of my dad!" Yun Ziang agreed without hesitation.

Xiao Jin looked at Yun Ziang and said disdainfully, "Grand-nephew, don't cause trouble. We adults are talking, so don't interrupt."

Yun Zi'ang looked embarrassed and pointed to himself.

Are they adults? Has he become a child?

There were too many points to criticize, and Yun Ziang didn't know how to refute them for a moment.

However, seeing Xiao Jin's serious expression, he immediately gave in, "Alright, alright, you adults are talking, I won't interrupt."

Xiao Jin stared at Yun Mingyuan stubbornly, as if she would keep staring at him until he nodded.

"Okay." Yun Mingyuan nodded.

Xiao Jin's face instantly lit up with joy. She walked over to Yun Zi'ang, stood back by the bed, and held up her little finger. "Then you and Xiao Jin make a pinky promise!"

Seeing this innocent scene, Yun Mingyuan's heart softened, and he hooked Xiao Jin's finger with his left hand.

"It can't change for a hundred years!"

Xiao Jin finally felt relieved after hooking her fingers together.

She withdrew her hand, pointed to Yun Mingyuan's forehead and the whites of his eyes, and explained, "Not just anyone can cast a curse. To cast a ghost curse, you must obtain something from the person being cursed... hair, nails, blood, anything will do."

"Hair is the most commonly used material, but its effectiveness is limited. For the dark energy to penetrate the forehead so quickly, the person who descended must have obtained something more powerful."

She paused, her gaze falling on Yun Mingyuan's left arm, which was slinged across his chest. Beneath the tightly bandaged arm was a wound from being hit by a steel bar, requiring more than a dozen stitches.

Her voice softened, "Like blood."

Yun Ziang followed her gaze to his father's wound, and his expression changed: "Blood? If it's blood, it either came from the construction site when the steel bars fell, or it was stolen while changing the dressing at the hospital."

His brow furrowed deeper and deeper. "Construction sites are crowded and chaotic, and hospitals have nurses and caregivers coming and going. This area is too large. If we really want to investigate, we'll have to check the surveillance footage and investigate one by one. By the time we find out, it will be too late."

He looked up at Xiao Jin, his tone urgent: "Can you break the curse first? Use your magic to remove that black line from my dad's body. Saving him is the priority."

Xiao Jin shook her head, her expression serious and earnest: "Xiao Jin does have a way to protect her nephew. But it's only a temporary solution. The person who descended still has his hair and blood in their hands, and could descend a second or third time at any time."

"To completely break the curse, you must first find the person who was cursed."

"Just like if you want to eat something delicious, you can't just find the ingredients; you need to find a good chef."