◎How Can People Your Age Sleep So Soundly◎
The consequence of being too flirtatious was that Brother Jiang didn’t even get to step inside the door. In the end, the two little ones had to bring him his meal, each holding a lunchbox at his doorstep like they were visiting a prisoner.
Because Auntie was mad at Uncle, they were firmly on her side—absolutely refusing to step into Uncle’s house!
But Brother Jiang didn’t mind at all.
She might not have let him inside, but she sent the kids to deliver food!
Brother Jiang was utterly satisfied: She cares about me.
The little ones had a crucial mission to fulfill. System Uncle said that Uncle would never win a wife like this, so he needed to be taught properly.
So they carried their tiny stools to Brother Jiang’s doorstep, just like how they usually watched Auntie cook, and now they supervised Uncle’s meal, kicking off today’s "Uncle-Taming" class.
"Uncle, Auntie doesn’t like it when you kiss her."
Jiang Suizhi nearly choked, giving the two kids—who once called him a chicken—a strange look: "I didn’t kiss her."
He wished he could!
And what’s with this little-teacher act?
"The teacher said you have to ask for permission before doing things," Little Le Jia lectured solemnly. "Auntie didn’t let you in for dinner because she didn’t agree to the kiss."
Jiang Suizhi replied half-heartedly, "...Something like that."
"So you have to coax her first!" An'an couldn’t hold back. She didn’t want Auntie and Uncle to be at odds—family should stick together.
"Then tell me, how do I coax her?" Jiang Suizhi asked casually.
"Give her candy, tell her stories, praise her, listen to her, buy things she likes," Little Le Jia listed one by one.
After all, that’s how he treated the girls in kindergarten, and they all loved playing with him and his sister.
"Oh, and one more thing!" He remembered System Uncle’s words clearly. "You can’t afford to be shy!"
Huh? What does "can’t afford to be shy" mean?
Jiang Suizhi thought to himself, As if I have any dignity left—she’s got my life in her hands.
But how does this kid know so much?
He stopped eating. "Who taught you this?"
"System Uncle."
"What uncle?"
The three of them were huddled together, chatting animatedly, when a soft voice suddenly floated above their heads: "Finished talking?"
The clustered heads immediately scattered.
Auntie was mad at Uncle, so they couldn’t be too close to him. The two kids quickly scooted their stools farther away from Uncle, though it was a rather transparent act.
Le Qing glanced down and saw the towering CEO of a massive conglomerate sitting cross-legged on the floor, clutching a lunchbox, looking utterly pitiful.
Yet the absurdity of it was oddly endearing.
"We weren’t chatting," An'an whispered in defense. "We’re supervising Uncle’s meal."
It was for his health—just like their kindergarten teacher, they had to make sure his bowl was empty!
To make his sister’s words more convincing, Little Le Jia straightened up and cleared his throat. "Uncle, eat up! Every grain is precious!"
He sounded exactly like his dad.
A little old man with his nagging.
Jiang Suizhi held his chopsticks, raising his eyes with a smirk. "Teacher Le Qing, are you here to supervise my meal too?"
Le Qing snorted. "I’m here to visit the prisoner."
Brother Jiang understood.
This was a cage of love, and he was willing to stay.
But while he didn’t mind sitting on the floor, he couldn’t let Le Qing do the same. So he stretched out his leg and nudged the stool of the little teacher who refused to enter his house out of loyalty to his aunt. "Get up. Let Auntie sit."
Little Le Jia clutched his stool in shock. "Why didn’t you kick Sister’s?!"
"Because you talk too much."
And you’re too much like your dad.
Jiang Suizhi raised a brow. "What’s wrong with a little man sitting on the floor?"
The little man’s pride was provoked, and besides, Little Le Jia couldn’t bear to let Auntie sit on the floor either. So he huffed and ran back to fetch another stool.
Le Qing didn’t stand on ceremony. She had something to discuss with Jiang Suizhi.
And right now, she didn’t want to be alone with him in an enclosed space—especially not his personal territory.
"There’s something you should know about the kids," Le Qing said.
Hearing this, Jiang Suizhi straightened. "What is it?"
"They’re a bit special." Le Qing pointed to Little Le Jia’s head and An'an’s eyes. "One has a system, and the other can read minds."
Jiang Suizhi, still holding his lunchbox, froze for a moment.
Just like the day Le Qing told him she wasn’t "Le Qing."
He seemed to understand, yet not quite.
So Le Qing briefly recounted what had happened before.
This time, Jiang Suizhi got it. He slowly set down his lunchbox, his expression turning serious.
Le Qing studied his face. Huh? Why does he look dissatisfied?
What’s there to be unhappy about? Sister-in-law’s eyes can heal, and the kids are amazing.
"So…" Jiang Suizhi frowned slightly. "I’m the only ordinary one here?"
Le Qing: "???"
She took a slow breath.
Of course. I should’ve known better than to expect normal logic from a Jiang.
Though Jiang Suizhi had faced hardships in the past, he’d always prided himself on his extraordinary journey—defying everyone’s expectations to become who he was today.
But now, it turned out everyone around him was either reborn or had a system.
Brother Jiang suddenly felt… painfully average.
It was a blow to his ego.
After a few seconds of silence, Le Qing said, "Not entirely."
"Oh?"
Le Qing: "At least you’re mentally ill."
"..."
Seeing the amusement in her eyes, Jiang Suizhi set down his chopsticks. "Getting back at me?"
He felt deeply wronged.
All I did was lean in a little—didn’t even do anything—and now the whole family misunderstands me so much they won’t even step into my house.
Worried he might have another episode, Le Qing quickly changed the subject. "I have an idea."
"What is it?"
"If Annie is still around… could your brother be too?" Le Qing lowered her voice. This wasn’t something to discuss in front of Annie, so she had to talk to Jiang Suizhi alone.
At this, Jiang Suizhi paused.
Now that the whole family was full of extraordinary people, leaving him as the only ordinary one… could Jiang Yan also be out there somewhere, like the kids’ mother, waiting to be found?
If that were true…
Jiang Suizhi’s eyes darkened.
"I’ll have people look into it," he said firmly.
"How?"
Jiang Suizhi asked, "How did you and Annie meet?"
It really was a stroke of fate. Le Qing explained how Annie had recognized her name in a video.
Jiang Suizhi frowned.
So should I become an internet celebrity and plaster my face everywhere? If Jiang Yan is still out there, maybe he’d see it.
But it was like searching for a needle in a haystack.
"I’ll think of something."
"Alright, then I’ll head back first." Le Qing stood up. "Make sure Uncle finishes his meal and washes the lunchbox before returning it."
The two little ones nodded obediently. "Got it!"
She’s leaving just like that?
Jiang Suizhi tilted his head up, feeling like he truly had no status whatsoever.
What a heartless woman—she finished speaking and just walked away, completely irresponsible.
But right now, he wasn’t just thinking about Le Qing; he was also considering Jiang Yan and Annie.
After the others had left, Jiang Suizhi’s gaze slowly shifted to the two children, first landing on the little girl’s eyes. “Come here, let’s see what Uncle is thinking about.”
Like a little kid eager to show off her talents in front of adults, Little Le’an proudly scooted her small stool over to her uncle and stared into his sharp eyes.
After a few seconds, she happily declared, “Uncle likes Auntie! Too bad he didn’t get to kiss her!”
Clearly, her understanding of “like” wasn’t the same as Jiang Suizhi’s.
But Jiang Suizhi just raised an eyebrow, amused.
“From now on, when you’re with Auntie, keep looking at Uncle’s eyes,” he coaxed. “Tell her what I’m thinking, understand?”
“Why?” Little Le’an asked, puzzled. “Doesn’t Uncle have a mouth?”
Little Le Jia chimed in, “No wonder Auntie won’t let Uncle kiss her. He doesn’t even say he likes her.”
Unlike him and his sister, who openly expressed their affection and were adored by Auntie for it.
Jiang Suizhi: “…”
He wanted to say it—if only someone would listen!
“And you,” Jiang Suizhi turned to the boy, his tone less indulgent. “What exactly has that ‘System Uncle’ been teaching you?”
Encouraging kids to be shameless?
At the mention of System Uncle, Little Le Jia beamed with pride. “He tells us stories! And teaches Uncle how to find a wife! He also makes us supervise Uncle to eat…”
Hearing this, Jiang Yan quickly interrupted, “Sweetheart!”
Little Le Jia didn’t understand why but obediently stopped talking.
But Jiang Suizhi had already caught the oddity. His eyes darkened. “Go on. Supervise Uncle to eat what?”
Little Le Jia blinked but didn’t dare continue.
He didn’t understand why these words could be said to Auntie and Mom but not to Uncle.
“Uncle, are you scared Uncle will get mad?” he asked.
But Jiang Yan could already see the storm brewing in Jiang Suizhi’s eyes.
Too late.
Once Jiang Suizhi caught even a whiff of suspicion, he would dig relentlessly.
Sure enough, seeing Little Le Jia clamming up, Jiang Suizhi locked eyes with him and asked directly, “Did System Uncle tell you not to say more?”
Little Le Jia spun his head in circles, neither confirming nor denying.
Jiang Suizhi could accept that a system might help the children—even trust it to fulfill their wish of healing Annie’s eyes.
But if it overstepped, meddling in his life, dictating his meals and his love life…
There was only one answer.
He asked calmly, “Is System Uncle listening right now?”
Little Le Jia kept spinning his head.
“Fine.” Jiang Suizhi nodded, exhaling slowly. “Then tell him to answer me with ‘yes’ or ‘no.’”
As if peering through the child’s eyes into another soul, Jiang Suizhi asked, “Is it you?”
Confused, Little Le Jia asked, “Uncle, what does Uncle mean?”
Jiang Yan’s mood was complicated.
He didn’t want the children to know his identity, but now that Jiang Suizhi had figured it out, things would be hard to manage.
Yet the question was a trap—answering “yes” or “no” would both confirm his identity.
Jiang Suizhi already knew.
Strangely, after asking, Jiang Suizhi didn’t press further. He just ate his meal steadily, as if the answer didn’t matter.
But Jiang Yan knew him too well—this was the calm before the storm.
After a long pause, Jiang Yan sighed softly. “Tell him… yes.”
Little Le Jia relayed, “Uncle says yes.”
Jiang Suizhi kept eating, not stopping until his bowl was completely clean—just as the kids had taught him—before standing up.
His voice was barely audible. “I see.”
He wasn’t the impulsive young man he used to be. Though he didn’t understand why Jiang Yan had chosen this form to stay with the children, he could guess why they still only called him “Uncle.”
This man didn’t know if he could ever return.
How stupid.
Jiang Suizhi went back inside and meticulously washed the lunchbox.
Just like how Jiang Yan used to do after staying overnight and leaving for work the next day.
The company cafeteria had plenty of food, and secretaries or assistants could order private chefs for him. Yet Jiang Yan had bought an ugly, oversized lunchbox, always packing a meal to take with him.
He’d return next time, but the lunchbox was never washed.
Every time, someone had to scrub it clean for him, then prepare another meal the next day.
And he’d shamelessly say, “This is what little brothers are for.”
He was even picky—never eating this or that.
Thanks to Jiang Yan, Jiang Suizhi’s survival-mode cooking skills had improved drastically back then.
After drying the lunchbox with a kitchen towel, Jiang Suizhi composed himself and handed it to the two little gatekeepers waiting outside.
“Tell him,” he said softly, “from now on, I’ll handle your video accounts.”
Little Le Jia took the lunchbox, confused. “Huh?”
But there was already an auntie editing their videos.
Jiang Yan, however, knew exactly what his brother was planning.
“Ten million to heal the eyes, right?” Jiang Suizhi crouched down. “Tell him to calculate how much he’s worth in ten millions.”
If he could take over the company and the Jiang family—things Jiang Yan once cared so much about—he could bring Jiang Yan back too.
If he wanted it, he’d make it happen.
The kids didn’t understand. The kids were baffled.
But the kids were about to suffer.
Little Le Jia had no idea that the achievement points he and his sister once thought useless would soon become so scarce. The next morning, he and his sister were abruptly woken up by Uncle and Auntie.
“It’s Saturday,” Little Le Jia rubbed his eyes. “Teacher said no kindergarten on Saturday.”
“Mm.” Jiang Suizhi casually pulled two outfits from their closet. “Saturday is Uncle’s kindergarten now.”
The kids: “???”
Before they could react, Uncle pulled out several sheets of paper covered in dense text and diagrams.
They had no idea these were plans drafted overnight by the media subsidiary—strategies used to groom top influencers, with content and quality standards laid out clearly.
This version, however, was tailored for kids.
Compared to other children, these two already had the advantage of looks and a small fanbase.
Getting started would be much easier.
Seeing the papers and Uncle’s familiar “time for work” expression—the same one he wore when dragging them to the company—the siblings’ work-induced trauma flared up. Combined with sleep deprivation, they glared at Uncle for a long, long time.
"Why are you staring at me?" Jiang Suizhi, still oblivious to the gravity of the situation, confidently pulled out two paper-folded crowns and placed them on the kids' heads. "Didn’t you film a video saying 'heavy is the head that wears the crown'? Well, these are limited-edition crowns—solid gold with diamond inlays. Wear them properly."
The "diamonds" were actually just scribbled in black ink, and the colors didn’t even match.
The two little ones pouted, their already teary eyes blinking before the tears finally spilled over.
"Waaah!!!"
Their wails practically shattered the ceiling.
Le Qing, who had been preparing breakfast in the kitchen, rushed over at the sound. "What’s wrong?"
Then she saw Jiang Suizhi holding two tiny outfits, standing frozen while the two kids sobbed uncontrollably, their little heads topped with lopsided paper crowns.
Le Qing was speechless. "What are you doing?"
"Getting them dressed," Jiang Suizhi said defensively. It was his first time dressing children—how was he supposed to know they’d cry like this?
Le Qing sighed. "It’s Saturday. They don’t have school today. They can sleep in a little longer."
The two kids nodded tearfully. "Yeah, yeah!"
"Time to get up and film," Jiang Suizhi said flatly. "You’re the future flowers of our nation, the rising sun. At your age, you should be working hard. The sun’s already shining on your butts—how can you still be asleep?"
Le Qing: "…"
She marched over, shoved the spatula in her hand into Jiang Suizhi’s grip, and pointed to the door. "Out."
So this was why he’d called late last night, saying he had something important today and insisting the kids sleep separately.
For safety, their bedroom door was usually left slightly ajar—which had clearly given this troublemaker an opening.
Annie stepped in to comfort the children while Le Qing closed the door behind her, crossing her arms and shooting Jiang Suizhi a disapproving glare.
Brother Jiang, now thoroughly scolded, slumped onto the couch and attempted to justify himself. "It’s almost noon. Not that early."
Le Qing glanced at the wall clock, which clearly showed it wasn’t even 8:30 yet.
"Have you lost your mind?"
Jiang Suizhi sighed. "Time’s tight, tasks are urgent."
Le Qing lowered her voice. "Even my sister isn’t this worked up. What’s your problem?"
Jiang Suizhi looked at her, struggling to explain. Isn’t this for her husband’s sake?!
After knowing him for so long—through his quirks and even when he’d chased her all the way to England—Le Qing had never seen him this hesitant. She frowned. "Is something wrong?"
Jiang Suizhi hesitated for half a second before whispering, "That system… it’s Jiang Yan."
There was no hiding anything from Le Qing.
Le Qing: "!!!"
In a flash, she understood why Jiang Suizhi was in such a hurry.
But then she eyed the documents in his hands. "This won’t work. They’re not here to clock in for a job."
Jiang Suizhi’s lips parted slightly, his dark eyes wavering.
"What now?" Le Qing leaned back. "Are you about to cry too?"
"Do you really think I’m that unreliable?" Jiang Suizhi’s voice was soft, almost wounded.
Le Qing averted her gaze guiltily.
"I had these specially designed—no assembly-line work. Just some weekend activities to keep them engaged. It’ll give us more content and let them have fun outdoors." Jiang Suizhi sighed. "But I never thought you’d see me this way…"
His voice grew quieter, dripping with exaggerated hurt.
Like a drenched puppy.
Finally, Le Qing took the documents and skimmed through them, confirming they weren’t just child labor in disguise. She pressed her lips together. "Sorry. I misunderstood."
The big bad wolf’s tail practically wagged. "That’s it?"
Le Qing narrowed her eyes. "What else do you want?"
Her expression clearly warned: Push your luck, and you’re out.
Jiang Suizhi immediately backed down. "Can I at least eat at the table today?"
For some reason, Le Qing almost felt like retorting, "That’s it?"
Shaking off the bizarre thought, she stood up. "Whatever."
Half a minute later, the kids’ door opened again.
The two little ones, now cuddled in their mother’s arms, glared at their evil capitalist uncle and waved eagerly at their aunt. "Auntie, come here! Let’s all nap together! Ignore Uncle."
Le Qing cleared her throat, walked to the window, and yanked the curtains open with a flourish. "Uncle’s right. You’re at the age to explore the world. Time to get up."
The kids’ faces fell, staring at their aunt in utter betrayal.
Jiang Suizhi smirked.
Try to ice me out? Not a chance.
