A crazy beauty has an island, and a powerful figure from that era dotes on her.

Unaware that he was being treated like a thief, Zhou Hao returned to the police station and, without even drinking water, immediately called the city of Beijing.

"Political Commissar, the matter has been taken care of, and I've met my sister-in-law. Don't worry, those people from the Jian family will definitely not dare to bully my sister-in-law again."

"Political Commissar, you have a really sharp eye! My sister-in-law is even more beautiful than the women in those magazines..."

Zhou Hao got more and more excited as he talked, recounting the events of the day in great detail.

The person on the other end of the phone listened quietly, showing rare patience.

After waiting for a while without hearing a word from the other end of the phone, Zhou Hao assumed they had hung up and was about to put the phone down when the person on the other end spoke up, "Continue..."

Zhou Hao looked up at the wall clock...

7:50

He came back at 6:20, an hour and a half later.

Normally, if he utters even a single unnecessary word on the phone, the other person will immediately hang up. But today...

"Go on!" the person on the other end urged after not hearing any sound for a while.

"Political Commissar, if I don't go soon, the canteen will have to close..." Zhou Hao said, mustering his courage.

There was silence on the other end of the phone, but Zhou Hao still keenly sensed that the person on the other end was unhappy.

He could even feel a chill travel along the telephone line.

"Political Commissar, I've given your phone number to my sister-in-law," Zhou Hao said hurriedly.

"What did you say to her?" Although the person on the other end of the phone tried his best to hide it, Zhou Hao could still hear the tension and unease in his tone.

“I told you, if your sister-in-law needs anything in the future, and I’m out on a mission, just have her call you. You’ll definitely be able to handle things perfectly for her,” Zhou Hao replied truthfully.

"What did she say?" the person on the other end of the phone pressed.

Zhou Hao thought about it carefully, "My sister-in-law didn't say anything, she just smiled and nodded."

"Oh! No, that's not right! My sister-in-law said thank you."

The person on the other end of the phone remained silent.

The atmosphere fell into an eerie silence.

The person on the other end didn't hang up, and Zhou Hao didn't dare to hang up either, so they remained in a stalemate.

After a long while, the voice from the other end of the microphone finally came through.

"The girl is gentle and timid. You should keep an eye on her in the future and make sure no one bullies her."

"Political Commissar, don't worry! I'll make sure my sister-in-law is well taken care of." Zhou Hao patted his chest.

"Also, the girl is young, so have someone keep an eye on her and not let those shady people affect her studies." The person on the other end of the phone said this in a particularly serious tone.

"Understood!" Zhou Hao suppressed a laugh.

Just say it directly, and don't let anyone trick your sister-in-law away.

And what's with the talk about it affecting studies?

His political commissar was really overthinking it.

With his sister-in-law's quirky and mischievous nature, it's a miracle she doesn't try to fool others.

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Candy Factory Staff Quarters

As the sole victim in this incident, Mao Chunqiao felt increasingly aggrieved. After seeing off those sycophants, she stormed into Jian Zhongliang's house with a dark expression.

At this moment, Jian Zhongliang had just returned from drinking at Sun Qiang's house, and he was still feeling dizzy.

"Mother, why did you come so late?"

"Bring that ingrate out here!" Mao Chunqiao's face was practically black with rage.

Jian Zhongliang had drunk a bit too much and was a little dazed, unable to react for a while.

"Ungrateful wretch..." he murmured, repeating Mao Chunqiao's words as if deep in thought.

Mao Chunqiao was already angry, and seeing him like this made her even angrier.

Seeing this, Li Meiqian quickly stepped forward and helped Mao Chunqiao sit down on the sofa.

“Mother, don’t be angry. Zhongliang was just happy for his elder brother, so he drank a few more cups with Sun Qiang…”

Li Meiqian winked at Jian Xiaojing, who immediately went to the kitchen and made two cups of honey water.

Li Meiqian reached out and took the cup, then handed it to Mao Chunqiao.

Jian Xiaojing then handed the honey water in her hand to Jian Zhongliang.

Jian Zhongliang had been drinking, and his throat was sore. He took the honey water and drank it all in one gulp.

Mao Chunqiao looked at her drunk son and had nowhere to vent her anger.

She couldn't bear to vent her anger on her own son, so she slammed the honey water in her hand onto the coffee table and said to Li Meiqian with a dark face, "Go and call that brat out here."

Because of what happened in the afternoon, Li Meiqian was also very angry. When she heard Mao Chunqiao say that, she immediately went to knock on Jian Qingyi's door.

These days, houses are all brick-and-mortar structures, which are not soundproof at all. When Mao Chunqiao entered the house, Jian Qingyi, who was lying on the bed with her eyes closed, heard her.

She knew all along that Mao Chunqiao's "big unity" (a large sum of money) wouldn't be easy to obtain, but she didn't expect her to arrive so quickly.

She thought she would have to wait until tomorrow at the earliest...

Tsk!

What an impatient person!

"Yiyi, your grandma needs to see you." Worried that Jian Qingyi was pretending to be dead inside and wouldn't come out, Li Meiqian knocked on the door loudly.

Jian Qingyi glanced at the door panel that was shaking violently from Li Meiqian's pounding, then slowly dressed and walked out.

Mao Chunqiao was already seething with anger, and after waiting for so long, her pent-up frustration finally exploded the moment Jian Qingyi came out.

Give me my money back.

"Money? What money?" Jian Qingyi blinked her peach blossom eyes, looking completely innocent.

By now, Jian Zhongliang had sobered up considerably.

"Mom, what are you talking about?"

"That brat asked me for nine hundred yuan." Mao Chunqiao put her hands on her hips, her eyes wide with anger, and it was clear that she was furious.

Jian Zhongliang pressed his brow, which was creased with frustration, and said with a hint of helplessness, "Mother, it's getting late, you should go back to sleep!"

"Didn't you hear what I said? This brat asked me for nine hundred yuan." Mao Chunqiao was so angry she almost jumped up.

“Mother…” Jian Zhongliang called out in a deep voice.

"Yi Yi has grown up so much, have you, as her grandmother, ever given her a single New Year's gift? And you even asked you for nine hundred yuan. Do you even believe that yourself?"

Yi Yi...

Jian Qingyi broke out in goosebumps.

Did that scumbag father of the original owner drink some fake alcohol at Sun Qiang's house tonight?!

Mao Chunqiao's wrinkled old face turned bright red. She pointed at Jian Zhongliang, speechless for a long time.

“Mother, Yi Yi is your granddaughter, not your enemy. You don’t need to target her like this.” Jian Zhongliang became more and more agitated as he spoke.

"What happened with Wang Jiawang was your fault to begin with. Yi Yi almost got beaten up by Sun Qiang while trying to protect our family. Instead of comforting her, you, as her grandmother, came to cause trouble. Aren't you going a bit too far?"

"You...you...you..." Mao Chunqiao was so angry that she could barely speak after being contradicted by her son for the first time.

"Zhongliang, say less..." Li Meiqian glared at Jian Zhongliang and then kindly stepped forward to pat Mao Chunqiao's back to help her catch her breath.

She looked every bit the perfect daughter-in-law.

"You're no better!" Mao Chunqiao slapped her hand away.