【Xiao Jiji, did you notice something strange about Yi Bingmei? Could she be a transmigrator?】
After finally seeing off the living Buddha that was Qi Weiran, Ye Qingju tucked Qi Xinian in with a bedtime story, then lay down on her own bed.
When no reply came, Ye Qingju called again: “Xiao Jiji?”
A flash of light exploded out of nowhere, making her jolt upright like a startled koi fish.
When the light faded, a little glossy green turtle appeared, lying obediently on the bed. Its tiny mung-bean eyes stared up at Ye Qingju, and it kicked its legs excitedly: 【Host! It’s me!】
Ye Qingju was stunned. “Xiao Jiji?”
The turtle bobbed its head up and down eagerly.
That’s when she realized—this must be the ‘surprise’ Xiao Jiji had mentioned earlier.
Seeing her once-invisible system materialize into this cute, turtle-like creature, Ye Qingju admired it with some curiosity before circling back to her earlier question.
Xiao Jiji pondered: 【I don’t think so. If Yi Bingmei were a transmigrator, she’d be doing everything she could to get close to Qi Xinian. But she hasn’t even spoken to him once.】
After hearing the analysis, Ye Qingju admitted it made some sense.
“No point overthinking it. Even if she is a transmigrator, sooner or later she’ll slip up. When that happens, we’ll deal with her accordingly.”
Qi Weiran had already helped the Yi family—originally a very average household—set up their own business.
But greed knows no bounds.
Ye Qingju had no intention of helping them. If anything, this only strengthened her resolve to start her own company.
The next morning, she got up early, planning to take Little Dumpling to school.
After knocking on the door several times with no response, she finally called out, “I’m coming in,” and pushed open the door.
Sure enough, she found Little Dumpling lying on his side, propped up on one arm, looking at her from the bed.
When he saw her enter, his expression turned seriously cool, and he said in a deliberately low voice: “It’s minus two degrees outside. My bed is 36.5. If you didn’t come now, the spot where I just peed would’ve gone cold.”
Ye Qingju’s response? A spanking.
Upstairs, the sound of a child wailing echoed through the house. Downstairs, Aunt Zhang, who was setting breakfast on the table, exchanged amused glances with the other servants.
“Ever since the young master arrived, this house has become so lively. Even Madam, who used to wake up at noon, is now living like a normal human.”
Thanks to the bedwetting incident, Qi Xinian managed to be gloriously late on his second day of kindergarten.
He was fuming, cheeks puffed up like buns, wiping away his tears on the shell of the turtle Ye Qingju had handed him.
Xiao Jiji: “……”
Ye Qingju had assumed they were the last ones to arrive, but when they got out of the car, she saw the same little boy who had clung to Qi Xinian yesterday—and his mother.
When An Zuoran spotted Qi Xinian, his eyes lit up and he waved enthusiastically.
Ye Qingju was just about to greet the boy’s mother when, out of nowhere, the woman—frail and pale-lipped—swayed, then collapsed to the ground.
Ye Qingju reacted instantly, grabbing Qi Xinian and racing over.
By then, An Zuoran had turned around and, seeing his mother unconscious, began sobbing: “Mom! What’s wrong?!”
At that moment, a kindergarten teacher rushed over, startled by the commotion. “What happened? An Mama!”
Ye Qingju, who had already dialed for help, gave Qi Xinian a look.
Little Dumpling got the signal and ran over to comfort An Zuoran: “Don’t cry. The doctor’s on the way. Your mom’s just tired—she fell asleep.”
An Zuoran looked lost and choked up: “Really?”
Ever since Ye Qingju became Qi Xinian’s guardian, her phone had been upgraded. Any emergency call she made would be routed through Qi Corporation’s internal emergency response team.
Qi Corp never relied on public resources for this—they’d built their own.
Especially due to Qi Weiran’s mysterious illness, Qi Corp’s private hospitals were actually exceptionally well-equipped.
In less than three minutes, an ambulance marked with a Kunpeng logo pulled up. (t/n: In Chinese mythology, the Kunpeng is a divine beast that symbolizes great transformation and power.)
Fortunately, Happy Days Kindergarten was in a remote area, and the director was someone they trusted. Otherwise, a scene like this could’ve easily landed Ye Qingju on the trending searches.
After handing off the two boys to the director, Ye Qingju climbed into the ambulance with An Mama, who was now on a stretcher.
The EKG monitor showed no issues. After a brief check-up, the doctor reassured her: “There’s no need to worry, Madam. The patient fainted due to insufficient blood flow to the brain, which caused localized neural malnourishment.”
Ye Qingju nodded. “I see. So…?”
The doctor hesitated, then explained plainly: “In simple terms, her body was just too exhausted.”
“So she passed out from fatigue.” Ye Qingju nodded in understanding.
Just after dropping An Mama off at a Qi Corp–affiliated hospital, Qi Weiran called.
Ye Qingju gave him a quick summary and made a point to emphasize that this was the mother of Qi Xinian’s ‘good’ friend.
Qi Weiran immediately understood.
“He actually made a friend.”
He sounded busy on the other end and quickly asked Ye Qingju to hand the phone to the hospital director. After giving instructions to ensure the patient received the best care, he hung up.
While An Mama was unconscious, the hospital contacted her family.
When the man arrived in a panic and saw the thin, pale figure lying in the bed, his eyes reddened on the spot.
“Wenjuan…”
He gently brushed a hand across her face, filled with remorse.
“Don’t worry. She only fainted from exhaustion. She’ll be awake soon.”
A voice, clear and melodious, echoed in the room.
Only then did An De notice someone else was present.
He looked up—and froze slightly when his eyes met those bright, soft, cat-like eyes.
Ye Qingju recognized him at the same time.
“Big Bro!” / “Sis!”
They spoke in unison.
An De never imagined that the girl he’d met only briefly at Qi Corp would turn out to be the one who saved his wife’s life.
“Sis, thank you for bringing Wenjuan to the hospital. I don’t even know how to begin to repay you.”
Ye Qingju smiled faintly. She had wanted to ask about the pig farm, but now clearly wasn’t the time. After a few polite words, she quietly left the room, giving the couple some space and sitting down on a bench outside.
She pulled the turtle—still stuffed in her pocket during the entire emergency—and whispered with a grin: 【Heaven really is on my side.】
Xiao Jiji, head still spinning, saw Ye Qingju smiling and broke into a goofy grin of its own.
Meanwhile, at Qi Corp
In the conference room—
The director of the livestock division, Wei Zhuren, silently cursed his luck. Why did the issue with that pig farmer have to land on her radar?
Across from him sat a man with a composed posture. One hand rested naturally on the armrest, while the other tapped rhythmically on the table with curled fingers.
The room was tense—silent as a frozen lake.
Everyone there knew: When Qi Weiran started tapping like that, someone was about to have a very bad day.
Sure enough, after a moment of thought, Qi Weiran’s amber eyes locked onto Wei Zhuren. His voice, deep and rich like a cello, rang through the room:
“You. Get out.”
“Find someone to contact An De. Qi Corp is acquiring his pig farm.”
Qi Weiran’s razor-sharp business instinct told him: Something big is coming in this industry.
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