Chapter 26: Uncle Gets Slapped in the Face by the System

Wang Lianjun had just closed his eyes when he was startled awake by the little girl's words. The lingering drowsiness in his eyes vanished instantly, replaced by a gaze as sharp as a falcon's, fixed directly upon Jiang Xiaxia. Remembering they were on a train, he quickly lowered his voice and asked with a hint of vigilance, "Who? What did you see? Is it a human trafficker?"

Jiang Hua, sitting opposite them, also opened his eyes, his face filled with concern.

Jiang Xiaxia tilted her head slightly, her brows furrowed as she recalled the appearance of the old man she had just seen. A moment later, she shook her head gently, her tone firm: "No!" The implication was clear: that person was not a human trafficker.

Seeing this, Jiang Jing’s eyelids twitched even more violently. If the villain this girl had spotted wasn't a trafficker, then—was it a spy? Suppressing his racing heart, Jiang Jing asked in a low voice, "Then what did you see?"

"Sweeping, Grandpa!" Jiang Xiaxia blinked her dark, almond-shaped eyes and mimicked a sweeping motion with her tiny hands in the air. "Just now, sweeping!"

Wang Lianjun felt a bit helpless. A comrade who was just sweeping—how could that be a villain?

However, Jiang Jing's expression darkened abruptly. He clearly remembered that before the little girl had fallen asleep, she had pestered him with questions about who had been bribed in that plane crash incident. Now that she was emphasizing this sweeper so heavily, given her sharp instincts, it was highly likely that this person was a spy.

Jiang Jing’s gaze turned as sharp as an eagle's. He stood up immediately and whispered to Wang Lianjun, "Stay here with my mother. I’m taking Xiaxia to the restroom."

Wang Lianjun was slightly stunned, but Jiang Jing leaned in and whispered two words: "Princess."

Wang Lianjun’s expression stiffened instantly. He understood the gravity of the situation, nodded, and stepped aside. With a solemn look, Jiang Jing scooped up Jiang Xiaxia and strode toward the center of the carriage.

Only when they reached the quiet, sparsely populated area between two carriages did he lower his voice, asking with a hint of urgency, "Did that sweeping grandpa reveal a gun? Or did you smell that pungent odor of anesthetic?" He kept a vigilant watch on their surroundings as he spoke.

Jiang Xiaxia shook her little head like a rattle, her eyes filled with pure confusion, clearly not understanding why Jiang Jing was asking such things.

"Then what did you see?" Jiang Jing’s tension mounted. If there was no gun or anesthetic, could it be that the old man had explosives strapped to him, and this girl had spotted them? At the thought, a cold sweat broke out on Jiang Jing's back. If it truly were explosives, they would be in serious trouble.

Seeing Jiang Jing’s increasingly dark and grave expression, Jiang Xiaxia felt completely bewildered. Her little face crinkled like a bun, and her confusion deepened. She blinked her dark, bright eyes and replied in a milky yet incredibly firm voice, "Nothing at all!"

Jiang Jing’s tense expression froze. Seeing the little girl so certain, he couldn't help but raise his voice to confirm, "Really nothing?"

Jiang Xiaxia nodded her head vigorously, like a pestle pounding garlic, with great solemnity.

Jiang Jing’s rigid body suddenly went limp. He stepped back involuntarily, his back hitting the carriage wall with a thud. After a long while, he looked down at the little girl in his arms and asked, "Then why did you say that person was a bad guy?"

Jiang Xiaxia looked puzzled. "Uncle said so!"

Jiang Jing twitched his lips, speechless. "I only said that the cleaning staff were bribed during that incident, not that everyone is a spy! Besides, those who were bribed were foreigners, but you saw a Chinese national!"

Jiang Xiaxia was struck by a sudden realization. She let out a loud "Ah!" and her little face lit up with sudden enlightenment. Her dark eyes sparkled with excitement as she finally identified what was wrong with the sweeper: "The neck!"

Seeing Jiang Jing’s continued blank look, Jiang Xiaxia grew anxious, her face flushing red. She pointed at Jiang Jing's face and enunciated clearly, "Black!" Then, her tiny finger quickly moved to his neck, emphasizing, "White!"

With that black-and-white mismatch, it was clearly not one person's face!

Jiang Jing didn't think it was a big deal, but seeing how earnest and insistent she was, he thought for a moment and suggested, "How about we go to the conductor's break room and ask around? If there really is such a staff member, we'll see. If not—" He paused. If not, things might be a bit troublesome. Still, he felt that this time, Xiaxia had probably been influenced by the story he told earlier and had misjudged.

Jiang Xiaxia saw through her uncle’s thoughts immediately. She gave him a look of minor exasperation, silently grumbling to herself: *Why is my uncle’s insight so poor?* If that sweeping grandpa was truly fine, why would he have cast such a malicious, sideways glance at them when they first entered the carriage?

When she had locked eyes with the old man, she had clearly seen no real malice in his eyes, only a hypocritical smile—like a fake mask painted onto his face. Therefore, that earlier malicious glance must have been aimed at her uncle. Such an obvious result, yet her uncle hadn't felt a thing.

Jiang Xiaxia couldn't help but sigh. She looked at Jiang Jing, her expression saying, *'Fine, let's do it your way, I'll take the fall if anything happens,'* and nodded.

Jiang Jing was amused by her look. He lifted the corners of his mouth and couldn't help but reach out and pinch her thin cheeks, saying speechlessly, "I didn't say I believed him completely! What kind of look is that? Do you think your uncle is a fool?"

Jiang Xiaxia shook her head, dodging the hand wreaking havoc on her face, and huffed, "Can't afford milk, useless!"

Jiang Jing’s face darkened; he had a strong urge to show this girl his bank book to prove his financial strength. But Jiang Xiaxia was no longer in the mood to talk about him being useless. She pointed her little hand forward and chirped, "Go!"

Seeing her urgency, Jiang Jing helplessly carried her and continued walking forward. Jiang Xiaxia sat obediently in his arms, her dark eyes scanning the surroundings. However, after passing two carriages, she blinked up at her uncle, her eyes filled with regret and confusion: "Why are there no bad guys?"

Jiang Jing’s mouth twitched violently. He was speechless. If there were bad guys on every train, wouldn't the trains be in total chaos? Could they even travel safely? "The trafficker on the train earlier was just an accident!"

He knocked on the door of the break room. It wasn't locked; it clicked open on its own. Jiang Jing didn't pay it much mind, looking down at the little girl in his arms as he said, "Public security in our country is much better now! How could there be so many bad guys?"

Jiang Xiaxia blinked, looking at the scene inside the break room, and suddenly went silent.

*Ah, then this—what is this?*