10 generations difference!

Rong Qing looked at the small pastries that were sent over, then looked up to see Little Milk Jin's puffy smiling face.

In the matter of winning people's affections, this cute little one had them firmly in her grip.

There really weren't many people who could refuse her.

However, Rong Qing actually found it somewhat amusing, thinking that probably his physique and age gave her the impression that he was a peer, someone to play with, and that he seemed more approachable than the tall and strong Rong Yinghui.

But Rong Qing had never played with peers from childhood to adulthood.

Yet unexpectedly, Little Milk Jin spoke up, her voice soft and glutinous, "If you didn't eat well for breakfast you should have a little snack."

Her gaze fell on the dark brown Buddha Beads on his wrist.

Then, as if struck by a thought, she squinted her large eyes and smiled, her delicate white legs swinging as she spoke in a sweet and sticky cute voice, "Don't worry, Jinjin can help you with your problems, too. Leave it to me, and I promise you'll be safe and sound."

Her small confidence was even more endearing.

With sweet glutinous pastries at hand, Rong Qing looked at the sweet glutinous Little One. The youth in the Tang Suit already had an aura different from others, and he chuckled momentarily—his beauty was simply stunning, unrelated to the romantic affairs of the world.

It was rare to find a child of this age who could get along so well with Rong Qing.

Actually, Rong Yinghui was quite happy to see this scene.

But there was a problem—

Little Brother?

Oh no, magical little darling, have we gotten our generational titles mixed up?

***

By the time Tang Micheng truly awoke, it was already past two in the afternoon.

He hadn't slept at all last night, not until the first light of dawn spilled into his room, and he was so exhausted that he finally dozed off.

The butler looked up as he came downstairs.

"Miss Jinjin was saying this morning that you surely didn't sleep well last night, so she suggested you take a day off to have more rest. Are you hungry now? I've kept the porridge and meat pies warm for you."

Tang Micheng nodded awkwardly.

He was scared; at night, closing his eyes would bring forth visions of that pale ghostly face. If Tang Jin hadn't been home, he might not have been able to sleep even during the day. Now that he felt somewhat revived, a hint of the boy's stubbornness returned as he casually asked,

"Where is... cough, Tang Jin?"

"A big customer of Miss Jinjin came this morning. Just a while ago, she went out with the Rong Family to take care of some business; she just left not long ago."

Tang Micheng pursed his lips, looking at his bandaged hand and knee, and slowly went to have his meal.

Midway through the meal, Wei Yihan rushed through the door.

"Cheng Cheng, I heard you were hurt, are you okay? Auntie is already on her way back; she's so worried. I came right after class, and I bought you a cake."

The cake box on the table was from his favorite brand.

The chubby boy hung his head, opened the cake box, and muttered a "I'm fine," then looked at Wei Yihan.

"Where did you get the stone carving you gave grandpa for his birthday?"

"I bought it from an antique shop. I have a classmate with connections; he specially chose it for its good fortune. What's wrong with you today?"

Wei Yihan looked at him with concern, every move showing his usual worry for him.

Even though that object almost led to serious consequences, Wei Yihan didn't know, and Tang Micheng let his guard down a bit. After asking where the antique shop was, he spoke in a muffled voice.

"That was a bad thing; it almost cost grandfather and me our lives. Don't go to that shop with your classmate anymore."

"What's gotten into you? Did you hit your head? Who told you these things? It's just goodwill from someone helping me pick out a gift. How come it turns into an attempt on your life when you talk about it? An attempt on someone's life? It's just a crane stone carving, symbolizing longevity."

Wei Yihan found it absurd.

"I experienced it first-hand, saw it with my own eyes. In the end, it was only thanks to Tang Jin's rescue that I ended up with just these injuries. Anyway, just don't go there anymore."

"Tang Jin? She's only five years old, what can she do? Those Taoist temples are used to deceiving and swindling people out of their money. Don't tell me you've been tricked by some sort of magic trick. No, this won't do. I need to talk to Auntie about this."

"What are you going to tell my mom?"

Tang Micheng was extremely agitated. He already had a knot in his heart about her, and seeing her attitude now, he lost his appetite for cake, threw down his little fork, and went upstairs.

Wei Yihan, who hadn't finished speaking, stood beside the dining table, her fingertips tightening as she clutched her purse, watching his retreating figure. She bit her lower lip, her eyes reddening in a circle.

It hadn't been like this yesterday.

In just one day, Tang Jin had gotten Tang Micheng to speak up for her.

Wei Yihan's face was pure and clean, but at this moment, a faint shade of darkness crept onto it unknowingly.

***

The Rong Family's ancestral home wasn't nestled against other wealthy family estates.

Since a hundred years ago, it had been situated in this exclusive area, a standalone traditional Chinese courtyard with great architecture.

Carved beams and painted rafters, soaring eaves and upturned corners, plaques hung high - just viewing this structure from the outside was enough to sense the years of historical charm condensed into a resonance of grandeur.

In the courtyard, there was a square-shaped pond surrounded by town stones fashioned in the shape of Copper Coins, reflecting the greenery. Inside the pond, koi fish swished their tails, gathering spiritual energy – it was an exquisite work that must have taken several generations of Feng Shui Masters to create.

Tang Jin had seen her fair share of grandeur, yet she was still dazzled by the extravagance of this large courtyard.

No wonder these people were rolling in wealth; living in such a place, she thought, wouldn't she just rake in money endlessly?

Little Milk Bun, unknowingly, had already been led by the hand by Rong Qing into the courtyard, her round cat-like eyes wide open.

Her little head shiny and bright, and at this moment she resembled a luxurious cat who had never seen the world before, lifted into a lavish cat house.

The inside of the mansion was spacious, and Rong Yinghui, originally eager to try, wanted to hold Tang Jin's soft-looking small body but was a step too slow compared to Rong Qing, watching doubtfully as Rong Qing took Tang Jin inside.

"Living in this place, if someone weren't determined to harm you, it would be hard for you to encounter any accidents."

Tang Jin breathed out softly, murmuring in a soft, low baby voice, "Good thing he's obedient and honest. If it were someone else, they would have been gone long ago."

"Can you tell who's trying to harm me?"

Under the scorching sun, Rong Yinghui's forehead was sweaty, unable to comprehend whom he could have offended.

"Your Palace of Wealth is enveloped in dark energy, which means it's someone related to your wealth and power, but the person is discreet, using other Feng Shui Masters to act, making it impossible to confirm their exact relation to you."

In the blazing sun, Tang Jin looked up with her little face at the other's Palace of Wealth, where its dark energy remained, unscattered by the sunlight. She reached into her little cloth bag, pulled out her little dust whisk, and hugged it close, "Let's go, I'll check out your room."

The young man in a Tang Suit, who had been leading Little Milk Jin, stopped in his tracks, looked up at the sunlight, "It's a bit far."

Turning to the side, cultivated and polite, "I'll carry you there."

Rong Yinghui: ...????

-

Rong Yinghui's room was clean and tidy, the large, luminous windows offered a view of the backyard greenery.

Tang Jin landed and spun around twice.

"Have you made changes to the furnishings in your room?"

"Is there a problem?"

Rong Qing looked over.

"Firstly, this bed. The foot of your bed faces the window, and you sleep with the window in front of you. The light directly falls on your face; have you been waking up startled and restless in the middle of the night recently? This is a secretive way to cause accidents."

Rong Yinghui gaped, nodding vigorously.

"Recently, when this side of the building was being renovated, others in the family did indeed get him a bigger bed, necessitating a change in its position."

Rong Qing's expression darkened slightly, explaining.

Tang Jin then walked towards the window.

"And outside the window—"