After returning, Li Qirui went directly to the hospital where Liang Xunling was and stayed by her side outside the ICU.

Li Muchen, who could not make much difference staying in the hospital, was "sent" back to the Li family manor.

Since making a pact with Uncle Death, Xiao Xinyan hasn't seen the Dream Eater or the Unlucky Ghost.

Perhaps intimidated by the aura of a powerful figure from the underworld emanating from the little dumpling, they dared not act rashly.

Therefore, Xiao Xinyan had no way to ask that "bald man" to remove the black handprint on her aunt.

Since my aunt is not dead, it's not Death's place to deal with her.

Xiao Xinyan was very anxious, but she didn't have a good way to help her aunt.

The little one really wants to fit into this big family, so he subconsciously tries to please everyone.

Even though her aunt's attitude towards her was extremely harsh, she dared not harbor the slightest resentment.

Grandma Li noticed Xiao Xinyan's anxiety and reached out to pat her head, comforting her:

"Yanbao, your aunt is being looked after by your uncle, and there are so many doctors and nurses there too. She will definitely be safe and sound."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Xinyan looked up at the old lady of the Li family, her clear and innocent eyes filled with obvious guilt.

"Grandma, it's Yan Yan who has wronged Auntie."

She seemed to really blame herself for everything.

Back when she lived in the village, the villagers would always point at her and say she was a jinx; whenever something bad happened in the village, it was her fault.

The constant criticism caused Xiao Xinyan to develop a somewhat timid personality.

Looking at little Xinyan like this, the old lady of the Li family couldn't help but feel sorry for her, her voice became even gentler, and her eyes even more loving.

“Yanbao, please don’t think like that! This is not your fault at all. It was just an accident. If you have to blame someone, you can only blame the drivers on the road. It was their lack of care that caused this accident.”

As she spoke, the old lady of the Li family sighed deeply and remarked with emotion:

"Wealth and status are determined by fate, and life and death are determined by heaven! Human beings are actually very fragile in this world. If we are not careful, we will lose our lives. We have no control over our own lives at all."

Upon hearing her grandmother's words, Xiao Xinyan immediately thought of that all-black-clad Grim Reaper uncle.

"Grandma, is a person's life in the hands of Death, or in the hands of Yama, the King of Hell?"

Xiao Xinyan opened her big eyes wide, her pupils clear and pure, without the slightest impurity.

She was innocent and naive, simply very curious.

The old lady of the Li family was very wary of such things and quickly gestured for Xiao Xinyan to be quiet.

"Yanbao, let's not say things like that again. Neither that person nor that person are people we can afford to offend."

The old man of the Li family was a very typical materialist; he never believed in the existence of ghosts and gods in this world.

However, the old lady of the Li family always maintained a sense of awe towards ghosts and gods.

Hearing her grandmother's words, Xiao Yanbao pursed her lips and didn't say anything more.

Although she was young, she was quick-witted and instantly understood what her grandmother meant.

Whether it's the Grim Reaper or the King of Hell, they are beings that ordinary humans dare not offend.

They all have the power to control life and death.

So the dark-skinned uncle wasn't deceiving her; he might really be able to help her rescue her mother from the underworld...

To put Xiao Xinyan at ease, the old lady of the Li family suggested that she could copy some scriptures to pray for her aunt's safety.

After all, the little boy has been learning to write with Grandpa Li recently.

Copying scriptures can be beneficial for her in recognizing, writing, and practicing characters.

Xiao Xinyan really loves writing calligraphy. She even specially learned how to write tiny regular script from Grandpa Li.

After practicing for a while, I was able to write quite well.

This adorable little baby is naturally intelligent, clever, and sensible.

She was very much liked by the old master of the Li family. He had already regarded Xiao Xinyan as his last disciple and was willing to pass on all his research in calligraphy to her.

The little girl seemed to agree with what her grandmother said, so she quickly set to work, laid out the Xuan paper, and began copying Buddhist scriptures for her aunt, praying for her peace.

Perhaps this is the only thing she can do for her aunt.

Moreover, the process of copying Buddhist scriptures made her feel peaceful and less anxious.

The little girl, only three and a half years old, doesn't know many characters; there are many words in Buddhist scriptures that she doesn't recognize.

Whenever she encounters a word she doesn't recognize, she humbly asks her grandfather, father, or brother for help.

They're really serious about it!

Everyone in the Li family could see that the little boy genuinely hoped Liang could recover quickly.

But Li Muchen felt something else entirely when he saw Xiao Xinyan's actions.

"Hmph! Not very old, but his acting skills are quite good!"

As Li Muchen passed by Xiao Xinyan, he deliberately made sarcastic remarks:

"Since the whole family dotes on you now, why are you pretending to copy Buddhist scriptures for my mother? How hypocritical!"

Because of some prejudices and misunderstandings, in Li Muchen's eyes, no matter what Xiao Xinyan does, it is all hypocritical.

He even felt that this little girl was very scheming and definitely not someone his third uncle and aunt had found by accident!

She probably realized long ago that her third uncle and aunt were wealthy, so she played the victim and acted pitiful in front of them to attract their attention. She then seized the opportunity to become the Li family's adopted daughter, thus escaping her previous impoverished life in the countryside and beginning her journey to the pinnacle of life...

Li Muchen has such a vivid imagination; it's a real shame he doesn't go into screenwriting.

Hearing Li Muchen's words, fearing that he might misunderstand her even further, Xiao Xinyan quickly explained:

"Second brother, I sincerely want to pray for my aunt's well-being. I'm not being fake. Grandma said that you can't talk carelessly when copying Buddhist scriptures, otherwise it won't work."

The little boy meant that he hoped Li Muchen would also refrain from speaking carelessly, so as to avoid breaking taboos and having a negative impact on his aunt.

However, Li Muchen interpreted these words as having another meaning.

He instantly bristled.

"What do you mean? Can't I say whatever I want in my own home? Do I have to read your mind before I say anything from now on?"

Li Muchen frowned, her eyes filled with disgust and hostility as she looked at Xiao Xinyan. She deliberately raised her voice and said:

"You're just an adopted child, you have no blood relation to us! Even though you're now registered in our household, you're not legitimate. Remember your place, you have no right to tell me what to do!"

Before the little boy could react, Li Muchen forcefully flung his hand, sweeping the Buddhist scriptures that Xiao Xinyan had just copied and was leaving to dry onto the ground...