With a swift motion, he broke the old Mrs. Shen’s hand without leaving a trace.

Seeing him, Jiang Meilan let out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding and waved at him. “Jin Xi, why’d you run inside? Really, you’re so naïve. Come to my mom’s house.”

Huo Jinxi moved slowly and allowed himself to be pulled into her arms, clearly reluctant.

The old Mrs. Shen shot him a sharp glance before turning to Jiang Meilan, her tone laced with annoyance. “Huo’s wife, tell me—why are you bringing your son here today? Our families have had nothing to do with each other for ages. Why show up like this all of a sudden?”

Jiang Meilan’s eyes started to redden, and she hesitated for a moment before speaking. “Let me be honest… My son had a car accident not long ago and was unconscious. The doctors said his injuries were too severe to save him. We were told to prepare for the worst.”

The Shen family gasped, waiting for her to continue.

“My husband and I were completely devastated, thinking we had no choice but to make funeral arrangements. But then, one night, he suddenly woke up—acting completely normal. He could eat, sleep, everything. My husband and I were in shock. When the doctor checked on him, he was amazed. He said it was a miracle—he was fully healed.”

“My husband and I asked him what happened. He said he had a dream, that something terrible was coming for him. A little girl appeared and saved him. He said she was from your family, and that if we wanted him to get better, we had to come here and see you.”

“I see.”

It sounded strange, but for people like the Shens, who believed in superstitions, it was easy to believe. A three-year-old lying about such a thing seemed impossible. He must’ve had that dream, and whatever he saw in that dream must’ve been meant to lure his soul.

What the Huo family didn’t know was that their son was already dead, and the person standing there now wasn’t Huo Jinxi.

Jiang Meilan wiped her eyes and continued, “So today, I brought him here. The child’s father is swamped with work today and couldn’t come. He asked me to bring this gift as a thank-you for saving my son’s life. Fubao really lives up to her name—she truly is a little lucky star!”

Huo Jinxi, standing nearby, raised an eyebrow, his expression a mix of disdain and indifference.

A lucky star, huh?

Too bad he’d fallen from the mortal world, now nothing more than an ordinary doll. And she, too, was just a normal girl now. Protecting her wasn’t as easy as it used to be.

But that didn’t change his resolve to protect her. After all, this was also a form of repayment for her helping him.

After Jiang Meilan finished speaking, she pulled a thick red envelope from her bag and handed it to the old Mrs. Shen. “Grandmother, this is a small token of our family’s appreciation. Please accept it.”

The old lady glanced at the envelope, clearly bulging with several hundred yuan, and quickly shook her head. “How could I accept this? It’s just the dream of a child. How can I take that seriously? I may not have read many books in my old age, but I know there’s a saying: no good deed goes unpunished. We didn’t do anything. Fubao is just a baby, barely a month old. She doesn’t even understand what’s going on. How can you say we saved your child? I can’t accept this.”

Jiang Meilan refused to back down. “If you don’t take it, my son and I won’t leave until you do.”