Su Qingyuan had just tossed her family business’s quarterly reports to the deputy general manager when a cold, mechanical voice dragged her into the “Relationship Repair Bureau.”
“Unit 001, bound to the Cold Repair System. Mission: Enter parallel small worlds and mend the original host’s broken family ties and romantic relationships.”
In the first world, she becomes the spoiled daughter of a factory director in the 1980s. Su Qingyuan sees her mother’s hands, red from the cold, and silently passes her the jar of snowflake cream she just bought. “I’ll go out to sell things with you tomorrow.” Then she corners the boyfriend who wants to break up with her. “My mom’s pickles are ten times better than that new ‘moonlight of your life.’ If you don’t believe me, come taste them.”
The second world is an ancient marquis household, where she is the legitimate daughter. Su Qingyuan throws the accounts book at her cold-faced father. “That thousand-year-old ginseng in your storeroom is the lifesaving medicine I bought for you with my dowry last year.” Then she hands the princess’s consort a cup of hot tea. “Does the wound from when you took an arrow for me last time still hurt? I asked the kitchen to stew some medicinal food for you.”
In the modern wealthy-family arc, she simply invites her brother’s fiancée to a café and smiles. “The love letters hidden in his study are addressed to me. Want me to read them to you?”
The System provides a constant stream of icy announcements: “Repairing family ties... Romance plot deviating from the original storyline... Warning, the Host is doing something unusual again!”
Su Qingyuan leisurely stirs her coffee. “Repairing relationships isn’t acting. It’s about the sincerity people ought to have for one another. What would you know, you emotionless System?”
No matter which world’s rich young lady she is, Su Qingyuan has only one rule: What you owe me, you pay back. Whoever cares for me, I protect. And tangled relationships? Take them apart, smooth them out, and start treating each other right.