◎Urgent Reply, Wife in Danger◎
What is System Uncle looking at Mommy for?
Of course, Mommy is indeed very beautiful.
Little Le Jia didn’t dare disobey, so he obediently put his hands down and let his aunt and new mommy fuss over his little head, turning it left and right.
Le Qing was quite curious: "What does your System Uncle do?"
Normally, a system should just be data, right? Like a golden finger for the little one.
At this point, Little Le Jia had no choice but to take out his phone and open his video account backend: "Uncle said this can be exchanged for things. The more, the better."
"..."
In that instant, Le Qing finally understood why the two kids had been so obsessed with making videos before she arrived—they had secretly filmed a bunch of quirky videos on their own.
She asked, "What can you exchange for?"
"Little bread, gifts for Auntie, and jobs." Little Le Jia racked his brain. "But we don’t exchange anymore now."
"Why?"
So this was the reason the two kids in the original plot could grow up so smoothly!
Le Qing had always thought that with Eve’s parenting style, it was a miracle the kids were even alive, let alone able to go out and earn money on their own.
Now that she thought about it, one could exchange for job opportunities to make money, and the other could use mind-reading to tell if adults were good or bad. What a powerhouse combo.
Wait—doesn’t that mean she was exposed the moment she arrived in this world?
No wonder the two kids trusted and relied on her so much.
They really kept their mouths shut tight.
"We can eat until we’re full now." Little Le Jia patted his little belly. "Grow taller, drink milk and snacks, and wear new clothes. We don’t need it anymore."
Le Qing felt heartbroken hearing this. The kids were too easily satisfied—so much so that it was almost wasteful!
But then she heard the little one lower his voice and say, "But I want to exchange for Uncle."
??
Le Qing: "What uncle?"
"System Uncle." Little Le Jia said seriously. "Uncle is very good. He tells me and my sister stories, but Uncle can’t come out. I want Uncle to come out."
From what Le Qing knew, there had never been any system that could turn into a human.
But in the days before she arrived, it was indeed this so-called system that took care of the kids. She could understand their affection for it: "Is that even possible?"
Little Le Jia shook his head. "Uncle didn’t say."
But if they had enough achievement points, it must be possible!
He was absolutely certain: "But Uncle grinds into a needle!"
Jiang Yan, who had become the system: "..."
Le Qing: "...That’s called ‘grinding an iron rod into a needle.’"
"Ah!"
"Besides that," Le Qing asked again, "what else does Uncle help you with?"
"Nothing else." Little Le Jia shook his head. Since Uncle told him to say it, it wasn’t his fault. "But Uncle told me to help other people too."
Additional services?
"Help who?"
"Uncle Jiang." Little Le Jia counted on his fingers. "Uncle said Uncle Jiang is sick. We have to coax him to eat and care about him."
An'an chimed in softly: "And don’t let Uncle Jiang make chicken."
The more Le Qing listened, the weirder it sounded. Was this system really that all-encompassing?
Bound to the kids, yet it could also notice Jiang Suizhi’s unusual condition? Did it even know about his special illness?
Le Qing raised an eyebrow lightly. "Your System Uncle is quite intelligent."
"Of course..."
Little Le Jia was full of pride because he always thought System Uncle was amazing too—a real hero. After all, System Uncle could make little bread appear out of nowhere. He blurted out in one breath, "Uncle can also..."
Jiang Yan, terrified of being completely exposed, quickly interrupted: "Uncle can’t do anything else."
"Huh?"
Jiang Yan had never taken the kids’ wild idea of "exchanging" him into reality seriously. Though he existed to fulfill their needs, that was all there was to it.
After all, he was already a dead man.
As for...
Through his son’s eyes, he gazed once more at the person he hadn’t dared to think about for years. Just one more look should have been enough to satisfy him.
But when had humans ever been satisfied with just enough?
"Mommy’s eyes can’t see," Jiang Yan said.
"Yeah."
Jiang Yan guided him step by step: "Then, do you want Mommy’s eyes to be like yours, able to see everything?"
He couldn’t promise anything, but he wanted to take a gamble.
A gamble that if the kids wished hard enough, things might turn out well.
He was only testing the waters, but Little Le Jia took it to heart.
He stood on his tiptoes, staring earnestly at his new mommy’s eyes. "I want Mommy’s eyes to get better."
Annie only caught the word "Mommy" and nearly ran out to buy a translator on the spot. "What?"
"Yeah!" His little sister clapped her hands. "Then can Uncle exchange for Mommy’s eyes?"
Le Qing: "!"
Is your System Uncle a wish-granting turtle in a fountain or something?
Is there anything it can’t exchange for?
At the same time, the data Jiang Yan received rapidly updated. The original tasks of changing the kids’ and Jiang Suizhi’s fates were erased, replaced with restoring their mother’s eyesight.
He froze for a long time.
Not because the system data could actually be altered, but because of the result.
If his existence was solely to fulfill the kids’ wishes, why hadn’t the data budged when they desperately wanted to "exchange" him into reality?
Yet now, it changed with just one sentence.
So... was his purpose really just to change the kids’ fate and meet their needs?
But either way, this was enough for him.
With great effort, he regained his composure and chose to keep his identity hidden for now. If there really was no chance of coming back to life, it was better they never knew who he was.
"Congratulations," Jiang Yan said with a smile. "If you collect ten million achievement points, Mommy’s eyes can be healed."
Ten million.
Little Le Jia asked innocently, "How much is ten million?"
"All your current achievement points add up to one million," Jiang Yan said. "You just need ten times that."
The little one was stunned.
All these days, to get System Uncle out, he had filmed from morning till night, begging the editing auntie to post clip after clip—and it was only a tiny fraction!
But the thought of Mommy’s eyes getting better filled him with determination. "I can do it!"
He’d just learn a few more hand-waving tricks!
"Mommy," he tugged at his new mommy’s hand, "System Uncle said we need ten million! Then Mommy’s eyes can be fixed!"
Annie, who only understood "Mommy": "?"
Le Qing was floored. So it really was a wish-granting turtle.
Not just the kids—even she nearly jumped up in excitement. She grabbed Annie’s hand. "Your brother said if we collect enough achievement points, your eyes can be healed."
Annie froze.
Unconsciously, she touched her eyes, long accustomed to darkness. She had adapted to living this way, but whenever memories of colors she once saw flashed in her mind, she missed them terribly.
She wanted to see with her own eyes what the children and Le Qing looked like now.
Even though she had touched them before, her imagination couldn’t compare to the vividness of reality.
She crouched down and gently hugged both children, lost in thought for a long moment, unsure of what to say.
Her usual laziness and pride melted into guilt and heartache: "I'm sorry."
Sorry for forgetting you, for making you go through so much hardship.
The simple "I'm sorry" was something the little one could understand, though it left them confused: "Mommy didn’t do anything wrong, why are you saying sorry?"
Realizing there was still a communication barrier, Le Qing quickly took out her phone and downloaded a translation app.
"Does Mommy feel unfamiliar to you?" Annie asked.
The two little ones shook their heads in unison.
"Not at all!" Little Le'an buried her face in her mother’s embrace, sniffing deeply. "Mommy is Mommy, we’re family."
She could tell good people from bad, and she could see the sadness in her mother’s eyes.
The siblings had grown up away from their family, with only an unrelated uncle by their side. If it hadn’t been for their aunt’s sudden change of heart, that uncle would have been their only family.
They didn’t have a clear concept of parents, uncles, aunts, or grandparents—every relative had just appeared in their lives out of nowhere, but everyone treated them well.
And their aunt had told them that family means sticking together.
They loved being with their family and wanted to stay close.
Mommy was no exception.
"Mommy, don’t say sorry," the little girl said, her own heart aching at her mother’s sorrow. "An'an is sorry too, An'an didn’t protect Mommy well."
That was why Mommy, who couldn’t see, had suffered so much.
"Me and my sister are heroes," Little Le Jia declared, wiping his sister’s tears with one hand and his mother’s with the other. He then pulled out a stash of candies he’d been saving for a long time and handed them to his mother, trying his best to comfort her. "Mommy, have some candy! From now on, I’ll protect you all!"
Relying on the phone for translation, the conversation between the adult and the two children remained halting and difficult, but it helped Annie regain some composure, keeping her emotions from spiraling out of control.
Seeing this, Le Qing spoke up: "Sister Wang cleaned up before she left, so there’s not much in the fridge. We need to go grocery shopping. Do you want to stay home or come with me?"
"Let’s go to the supermarket!" Little Le Jia jumped up excitedly. "It’s been so long since we went with Auntie!"
Auntie was always busy, and so were they.
Growing up was exhausting.
Going to the supermarket was a fresh experience for Annie too. She nodded. "Okay."
Le Qing: "Then hold Mommy’s hand, just one is enough."
She worried the children might not notice steps or obstacles, and without her cane, Annie might struggle to walk safely.
"Got it!"
As they left the house, the four of them passed by the small convenience store in the neighborhood. The owner was sitting outside playing cards with some friends and immediately brightened when he saw Le Qing. "Taking the kids out? Haven’t seen you in a while."
Since Sister Wang had joined the household and with her own work keeping her occupied, Le Qing rarely went out, let alone chatted with the neighbors.
She could only vaguely recognize some faces. The store owner stood out because the kids loved coming here to buy milk candies, so she nodded. "Work’s been busy."
The owner then noticed the beautiful woman beside her and his eyes lit up even more. "Got a guest at home?"
"This is my sister," Le Qing said with a smile. "The children’s mother."
The owner: "?"
So she wasn’t raising two kids all by herself after all!
That was great news!
"Ahem." The store owner lowered his voice. "If I remember right, you live in Building 8, right?"
Le Qing nodded, puzzled. "Yeah, why?"
"Well, here’s the thing." He cleared his throat. "A relative of mine just moved back from abroad and bought a place in your building. He’s new to the area, his parents aren’t around, and I’m stuck running this shop, so I can’t really help him settle in. Since you’re all young people, I thought you might get along. Could you do me a favor?"
As neighbors, Le Qing couldn’t refuse.
Besides, she had someone in her own household who’d just returned from abroad too. She smiled. "Sure, what is it?"
"If he ever needs a small favor—like directions or help buying something—could you lend a hand?" the owner asked. "You’re in the neighborhood group chat, right? I’ll have him add you?"
Le Qing didn’t overthink it. "Okay."
The owner sighed in relief. "That’s great! So, where are you all headed?"
Little Le Jia raised his hand. "Going to the supermarket with Mommy and Auntie!"
Not long after leaving the store, Le Qing received a friend request. Assuming it was the owner’s relative, she accepted.
The person introduced himself right away: "Hello, I’m Ji Zhou. Are you Le Qing?"
"Hi," Le Qing replied politely. "I haven’t been in this neighborhood for long either, but I’ll help if I can."
Ji Zhou: "My uncle mentioned you’re going to the supermarket. I still need to buy a lot of things for my place. Would you mind if I tagged along? It’d help me get familiar with the area."
Le Qing: "Sure, we’re at the neighborhood gate."
After reading the message, Ji Zhou rushed out immediately, but not before checking his reflection in the mirror one last time.
His uncle wasn’t wrong—he had just returned from abroad, but he hadn’t been actively looking for a girlfriend.
That was, until his uncle and mother started singing praises about this woman, making her sound like she’d descended from heaven.
At first, he brushed it off. But then his uncle sent him videos of Le Qing with the two kids, and the moment he saw her, his heart skipped a beat.
For days, he’d been combing through those videos, picking out every frame with Le Qing in it, falling harder each time.
He’d been waiting for this chance, for his uncle to set things up so he could finally meet her.
And now, the moment had arrived!
Making sure he looked impeccable, he hurried out the door.
The two kids were crouched by the flower bed near the gate, counting ants. "Auntie, who are we waiting for?"
"A neighbor," Le Qing replied, then briefly explained the situation to Annie.
Annie hadn’t caught on earlier, but now she immediately sensed something off. She raised an eyebrow. "This neighborhood is full of retired folks with nothing to do, and your building has more than just you. Why ask you specifically?"
"Huh?" Le Qing blinked. "He just happened to run into me?"
Annie: "Man or woman?"
"Pretty sure it’s a guy."
Annie smirked knowingly. "And you still don’t get it?"
Le Qing: "?"
What was there to get?
Just then, she heard someone call out from behind. When she turned around, she was nearly blinded.
The man was impeccably dressed from head to toe—hair slicked with gel, shoes polished to a mirror shine, a well-tailored suit that hugged his frame perfectly, exuding sophistication. As he approached, a faint scent of cologne lingered in the air.
No matter how you looked at it, this didn’t seem like someone who had just left home to go grocery shopping.
Ji Zhou adjusted his clothes and hair, smiling apologetically. "Sorry to keep you waiting."
Annie, standing nearby, smirked. "Have you two met before?"
At that, Le Qing finally realized—she and Ji Zhou had never even seen each other. How could he have recognized her so easily?
Ji Zhou, who clearly understood English, quickly covered: "My uncle said the most beautiful one here would be you!"
Le Qing: "..."
Even a fool would know what was going on now.
But since the words were already out, she couldn’t just refuse. Swallowing her embarrassment, she led the way to the supermarket.
"I’ll show you the route," Le Qing said, holding Little Le Jia’s hand as she walked. "But I’m a bit busy, so you’ll have to shop on your own later."
Ji Zhou kept pace beside her, slightly nervous. "Just showing me the way is more than enough."
She was even prettier in person than in videos! His heart was practically pounding out of his chest.
Meanwhile, Annie, holding the little one, suddenly drawled lazily, "Speak English, please. I don’t feel safe when I can’t understand you."
Le Qing shot her an exasperated look, but Annie completely missed it.
"No problem, no problem," Ji Zhou said smoothly. Winning over someone meant winning over their circle too—and showing off his strengths. He promptly pulled out a business card and switched to fluent English. "I’m 26, just returned from studying abroad. Currently, I’m the general manager at an electronics tech company under Jiang Corp. If you’re ever interested in anything, feel free to reach out. We’ve got some fun little gadgets that are great for kids—educational too."
"Sounds nice," Annie said, clearly enjoying the drama. "Let’s see what kind of fun toys you’ve got."
"Give it to my sister," Le Qing cut in, refusing to back down. "She spends more time with the kids. I’ll be busy with work."
Ji Zhou immediately produced another card. "I’ve got extras. Here, take one."
Reluctantly, Le Qing accepted it. As they reached the supermarket, she hurriedly said, "We’re here. It’s pretty big, so feel free to look around. We’ll head off now."
Ji Zhou wasn’t about to let her go. Spotting someone with vision difficulties in their group, he quickly offered, "I’m in no rush. Why don’t I tag along and help carry things? If you’re free later, maybe I could treat you to dinner? This sister and the kids can come too—I’ll probably need your help again in the future anyway."
"Can we really come?" Annie grinned, holding the child’s hand. "I’m picky, though. I don’t eat just anything."
Le Qing’s eyes widened. "Annie!"
"Of course, no issue!" Ji Zhou declared instantly. "If nothing else, I can cook! Chinese or Western, whatever you like. If dining out doesn’t suit you, we could always go to my place!"
Annie nodded approvingly. "A man who can cook. Not bad."
Le Qing’s ears burned red with frustration, and she covered her face.
The adults’ conversation was in a code the kids couldn’t decipher. Little Le Jia, confused, turned to System Uncle for help. "Uncle, what are Mom and Auntie saying to this mister?"
"Grown-up talk."
Though he wasn’t sure how Le Qing would handle this, Jiang Yan knew his wife’s mischievous streak all too well.
And this pretty boy was way too aggressive—decent height and looks, sure, but jumping straight to inviting himself into her home?
After a moment’s thought, he decided his younger brother needed a little "loving" heads-up. "Call your uncle secretly," he instructed.
Little Le Jia blinked. "Huh?"
"Tell him: 'Come back fast. Wife in danger.'"
The child didn’t fully understand, but if System Uncle said it, it must be right.
So while the strange man was busy talking to Auntie, Little Le Jia slipped away and dialed Uncle’s number, blurting urgently, "Uncle, come back fast! Wife in danger!"
Jiang Suizhi, who had rushed home after wrapping up work early to chase after his wife: "What?"
His brain caught up quickly—especially at the word "wife." His expression tightened. "What’s wrong with your aunt?"
"Dunno," Little Le Jia mumbled, eyeing the tall, nicely scented man nearby. "She’s with a really tall, nice-smelling uncle."
Remembering System Uncle’s words, the child added, "They’re talking grown-up stuff!"
"And Auntie’s face is all red!"
Jiang Suizhi: "???"
Grown-up talk?!
And she’s blushing?!
