If flowers bloom, youth will naturally follow.

"Serves her right, you hit her too lightly," Bai Xue, who was following behind Susan, gloated. This girl was similar to Mu Guiying or Hua Mulan; she had ambition since childhood and was a reserve talent for the Su family's women's army. She had always looked down on her spendthrift cousin.

"Oh dear, why are you hitting me again, Third Aunt?" Su Xiuyuan was used to being hit by Susan since he was a child, so he didn't take it to heart. He covered his face and said with a grin, "There are houses and roads inside!"

"Slap!" Another resounding slap: "Idiot, do you even call this a house? Do you know how much it costs to build so many new houses and repair so many new roads?"

"Huh??" Su Xiuyuan was dumbfounded when he saw that his aunt didn't seem to be joking with him.

"You idiot, you got scammed by your little sister! You shameless thing, how did our Su family produce such a moron?" Susan grabbed his ear and gave him a good scolding.

Su Xiuyuan believed in love, not in superstition. He called his younger sister, but her phone was off. He immediately flew into a rage: "You damned woman, you dare to lie to me! Don't let me catch you! If I catch you... humph!"

Even if they caught him, there was nothing they could do. This kid was such a good-for-nothing that his family was very relieved. He didn't gamble or do drugs, and he didn't even have any friends in society.

After buying the land, Su Xiuyuan drove around the area a few times, but he was far from satisfied. No matter how big a driving school is, a few seconds to a hundred kilometers per hour in a jog is nowhere near as enjoyable as driving on the highway. In addition, he felt somewhat depressed every time he came here, so the land, which had been overpriced several times, was gradually left idle.

He doesn't care about selling his father's land, but it's a worry for his mother and aunts.

In the eyes of a group of capitalist wives and young ladies, having such a large sum of money idle was worse than death to them. So the Su family held a women's meeting to discuss how to deal with the land and stop the loss in time.

The Su family does have real estate qualifications, but the land is located in a very remote and secluded area, in a rural area on the outskirts of the city. If they built a building there, it would probably sell to people who cremated remains more easily than to people.

It has to be said that many hands make light work. These women chatted and laughed all morning while eating melon seeds and drinking tea, and actually came up with a brilliant plan to build a separate garden.

Developing it into a high-end leisure club would not only save money for the company's own banquets and entertainment, but could also generate income by renting it out.

The Su family women thought it over and over and over again. The most ingenious part was the issue of additional investment. Building a villa would enhance the group's reputation and expand its network of contacts. Naturally, the Su family couldn't just pay for it themselves. The company needed to share the burden equally. Susan even suggested including the money her spendthrift son spent on the land in the development costs.

So she confidently proposed the project at the board meeting.

As a result, Qiao Zijun rejected the idea without hesitation, arguing that it was completely unnecessary and that the family business was too nepotistic to possibly generate any profit.

This was a blatant slap in the face to the Su family, making Susan so angry that she nearly overturned the table on the spot.

After much wrangling, the two sides finally decided to approve the project. However, the women's army was forced to sign a series of humiliating contracts proposed by Qiao Zijun.

For example, set up dedicated personnel for operation and management, and charge everyone who enters. Even if Su Xiuyuan wants to enter, he still needs to make an appointment in advance. Don't let just any random people in. The same applies to others. If you're going to do it, do it as a brand, don't treat it like your own backyard.

My third sister's husband didn't give her any face at all, making her lose face among her sisters and nephews.

Susan's anger burned for as long as the meeting lasted. By the time the meeting ended, her anger had reached its limit. She crept up behind Qiao Zijun and punched him in the back with her little fist. As he lunged forward, she hooked his foot with her little foot, intending to make him look bad and give him a "butt-up landing" pose. "If you don't give me face, you won't have it easy either."

Although Susan is small in stature, her fighting skills are not low. Based on her past battle record, she is roughly equivalent to two unarmed adult men. As for a weak scholar like Qiao Zijun, she could easily defeat several of them, let alone launch a sneak attack.

"Ah..." With a startled cry, President Qiao clutched his back with one hand, staggered and fell to the ground. In his haste, he braced himself with one hand, and with a cracking sound, followed by a scream of pain, he realized his arm was broken. He ended up falling face-first into the dirt.

Their son's arm was still in a sling when he got home.

When Qiao Tianyi returned home, she found that her home was no longer a home. Although her parents often quarreled and bickered when she was away, they would at least sleep in the same room occasionally. But this time when she returned home, the two of them were like oil and water.

Qiao Tianyi had been taught from a young age that family ties were paramount, so she couldn't bear to see her family like this. Therefore, the day after she returned home, she tried her best to reunite her parents.

Qiao Tianyi went to great lengths to prepare a proper meal, invited his mother back, and the couple sat facing each other, with him mediating between them.

Qiao Tianyi is a reasonable person. On matters of company direction, he stands with the women's team, and he also thinks that their precautions are correct.

Susan was delighted and praised him repeatedly: "My son is so insightful, unlike some old fogies who are old and their brains don't work well and they can't understand what people are saying. If they can't do it, they should just step down and make way for someone more capable. I feel that my son is much better than them."