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

Yun Zi'ang understood nothing about magic and was completely bewildered. He scratched the back of his head and hesitated, saying:

"Then how about... we ask my brother? He's smart, and we should let him handle things that require thinking. Have him send a few people to check the hospital's surveillance footage, and also have someone go to the construction site to ask around."

Xiao Jin's eyes suddenly darted around, as if she had remembered something, and a sly smile appeared on her lips: "Xiao Jin seems to have thought of a way."

"What's the solution?" Yun Zi'ang immediately came over.

"It's a secret." Xiao Jin blinked, put a finger to her lips, and smiled smugly. "Grand-nephew, go and prepare the materials. Tonight we're going to deal with a cursed spirit. We need black dog blood, raw glutinous rice, five peach wood nails, and a live rooster."

"We need to have everything ready before dark, or we won't have enough time."

She's going to capture the sorcerer alive!

Seeing that Xiao Jin had a solution, Yun Zi'ang's eyes lit up. He didn't press for details about the 'secret' and grabbed the car keys from the table.

"This is something I'm good at."

"Don't worry, little auntie, I promise I'll prepare everything for you!"

As he spoke, he had already reached the door, opened it, and then turned back to add, "Dad, you should lie still and not move around. Don't argue with my little aunt."

"Little Miss, I'll be back in a bit!"

"Wait for me!"

Yun Mingyuan raised his uninjured right hand, pretending to hit him with the remote control, but Yun Ziang had already slipped out the door, and a series of footsteps gradually faded away in the corridor.

The ward fell silent.

Xiao Jin moved a chair, pushed it to the bedside, climbed up on her hands and feet, and sat down, her bright black eyes staring intently at Yun Mingyuan:

"Nephew, Xiao Jin will now teach you the Pure Heart Mantra. You must learn it carefully from Xiao Jin!"

Looking at Xiao Jin's fair and rosy cheeks, Yun Mingyuan couldn't help but smile, and said in a coaxing tone, as if to a child:

"it is good."

-

Meanwhile, a black minivan smoothly drove through the streets of Beijing at dusk.

Wen Wen sat in the back seat, her elbows resting on the window frame, her fingertips gently pressing her temples.

Yun Mingyi's driver drove silently in the front seat, and the street scene outside the car window gradually changed from the bustling commercial district to the old street full of plane trees that she was familiar with.

My phone vibrated.

She looked down and swiped to open the screen; it was a WeChat message from a friend, containing several photos.

[Lili: Wenwen, did you know? Wu Ling is getting married, to that rich second-generation heir.]

Wenwen clicked on the photo and zoomed in to take a look.

Wu Ling stood in the hotel lobby in her wedding dress, arm in arm with a young man wearing glasses, smiling brightly.

She clicked on the next picture, which was a close-up of the groom putting a ring on the bride's finger, and the next picture was a photo of the two of them cutting the cake.

Wen Wen raised an eyebrow and quickly typed a few words on the screen.

[Wen Wen: Didn't that rich kid always look down on Wu Ling? How come they suddenly got together?]

My friend replied very quickly.

[Lili: Do you remember that Chinese-American spiritual medium they met when they went to Thailand together last time?]

[Wen Wen: I remember, what's wrong?]

A friend sent me a meaningful emoji.

[Lili: Wu Ling placed an order with him. A few days after that, this rich young man started pursuing her relentlessly, and three months later they got married in a whirlwind romance.]

Wen Wen stared at the line of text on the screen, her finger hovering in mid-air, without replying immediately.

My friend sent another message.

[Lili: Did Wu Ling really hire something? This is too eerie.]

Wen Wen frowned slightly as she looked at the message, lost in thought, when the car suddenly stopped.

The driver in front turned around and said, "Ms. Wen, you've arrived."

Wen Wen then came to her senses and realized that she had arrived at her apartment building.

"Okay," she replied, picked up her bag, and got off the bus.

She walked into the apartment building and pressed the elevator button. Suddenly, her phone vibrated, and a local, unfamiliar number popped up on the screen.

Wen Wen glanced at it and answered, "Feed?"

The voice on the other end of the phone made her grip the phone tightly.

"Wen Wen," Yun Ziqian's voice came through the receiver, deep and cold, "you really are asking for trouble, you actually dared to come looking for my uncle."

"How dare you show your face in front of him? Don't think I don't know what you've been up to this past year."

A hint of impatience flashed in Wen Wen's eyes as she coldly replied:

"Yun Ziqian, are you spying on me?"

During her year back in China, Wen Wen did not remain chaste for Yun Mingyi. Yun Mingyi's leg was crippled, and she did not want to spend the rest of her life with a cripple, so she began looking for her next target after returning to China.

Yun Ziqian's tone was filled with undisguised sarcasm, "After you returned to China, you immediately started looking for new clients. First, you found Fu Yuheng. You thought you had latched onto the Fu family, so you left my uncle abroad and completely forgot about him."

"But Fu Yuheng was just playing around with you. He married someone else two months ago."

"You went to that banquet in Shanghai, probably to find another job, right?"

"The reason you're going back to my uncle now isn't because you miss him... it's because there's no better option than my uncle right now."

Wen Wen's fingers tightened around her phone, her nails digging into her palm.

Her face was extremely pale, but her tone remained arrogant:

"Yun Ziqian, do you have any evidence for what you're saying? What can a few unsubstantiated photos prove?"

Do you think your uncle will cut ties with me because of these photos?

"I advise you to stay out of the way and not interfere in our affairs."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, then Yun Ziqian's voice rang out again, this time even slower, each word sounding as if it had been deliberately crushed before being uttered:

"Photos don't count... but what about your abortion certificate from the hospital?"

"Do you want to take a gamble? Do you think I dare to put these things in front of my uncle? Do you think he'll still be so kind to you after seeing them?"

"I'm giving you three days to get out of Beijing and never show your face in front of my uncle again."

Wen Wen's expression changed instantly.

Her face turned from white to ashen, her lips pressed into a thin line, and her fingers gripped the phone so tightly that her knuckles turned white.

Wen Wen took a deep breath, making her voice steady and cold: "Then give it a try."

"Mingyi won't believe it."

After saying that, she angrily hung up the phone.

The phone screen went dark, revealing her expression.

On that meticulously made-up face, composure and calmness were gradually leaking through the cracks, revealing the panic that was being suppressed beneath.

"Damn Yun Ziqian!" she cursed.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Yun Ziqian was equally furious, "They're like a damn persistent ghost!"

He turned off his phone, looked at the files on the table, as if he had made up his mind, picked up the files, and got up to leave.

Twenty minutes later, Yun Ziqian appeared outside Yun Mingyi's apartment.

Yun Mingyi only stays at the old house on weekends, and usually lives in a flat near the company.

Yun Ziqian took a deep breath, rang the doorbell, and looked at the electronic screen on the wall. "Uncle, it's me."

"I have something to tell you."

The next second, the door lock clicked open.

Yun Ziqian opened the door and went in, while Yun Mingyi turned his wheelchair and came out of the study.

He glanced at Yun Ziqian, raised an eyebrow slightly, and spoke in a flat tone:

"What brings you here so late?"

"Pour your own water. If you need anything, just say so. If it's not important, wait until I finish reading the rest of the documents..."

As he spoke, he turned his wheelchair toward the study.

"Uncle," Yun Ziqian called out to him.

Yun Mingyi stopped, turned his wheelchair halfway around, and faced him.

Yun Ziqian took a step forward, sat on the sofa, and placed the file folder he was holding on the coffee table.

The file folder was a regular kraft paper folder, without labels or signatures, and the opening was sealed tightly.

Looking at Yun Ziqian's serious expression, Yun Mingyi felt a surge of curiosity.

He turned his wheelchair, went to the coffee table, picked up the file folder containing many photos and some paper documents.

Yun Mingyi flipped through a few pages, and his expression suddenly changed.

"Uncle," Yun Ziqian said, "these are all things Wen Wen did during the year she returned to China."

He then recounted in detail all of Wen Wen's whereabouts over the past year.

After returning to China, how did she gradually find Fu Yuheng? How did Fu Yuheng marry someone else two months ago? How did she look for a new target at a banquet in Shanghai? And how did she find Yun Mingyi again after being driven to desperation?

He spoke slowly, each point accompanied by evidence from his file: photos, flight records, hotel check-in lists, and private investigator reports.

Finally, he pulled out the hospital's abortion form and placed it on top of the coffee table.

Yun Mingyi remained silent.

He moved slowly, examining each photo carefully, but his face remained expressionless.

In the photos, Wen Wen is seen walking into a hotel lobby arm in arm with Fu Yuheng; Wen Wen is smiling at another man in a restaurant; Wen Wen is seen dragging her suitcase alone at the airport; and Wen Wen is seen leaving an obstetrics and gynecology hospital late at night.

He looked through them one by one, and finally picked up the abortion report, lingering on it for a few seconds.

A moment later, Yun Mingyi put everything back into the file folder, looked up at Yun Ziqian, his eyes cold.

"Are you done talking?"

Yun Ziqian nodded, his voice still carrying the lingering anger from before: "I'm done. Uncle, Wen Wen is not a good person at all."

"She's been lying to you all along. She's a fickle, vain woman. She came back not because she missed you, but because she didn't have anyone better..."

"Who gave you the audacity?" Yun Mingyi's voice was as cold as ice, each word distinct and deliberate, "To interfere in my affairs."

Yun Ziqian suddenly fell silent.

He opened his mouth, wanting to explain something, but Yun Mingyi had already picked up the file folder and tossed it back into his arms without much effort.

The brown paper bag hit his chest with a dull thud.

"Get out."

"Uncle..." Yun Ziqian's voice carried a hint of grievance, "I'm doing this all for your own good."

Yun Mingyi stared at him coldly.

His face remained expressionless, but there was a chilling anger in his eyes.

He looked at Yun Ziqian for a few seconds, then spoke, his voice not loud, but so heavy it was suffocating:

"Get out. Don't make me repeat myself."