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

After putting down her chopsticks, Jian Qingyi followed Jian Zhongliang out the door.

It was still early, and there weren't many people coming and going in the courtyard.

"Director Jian, you're out so early?" A middle-aged woman carrying soy milk and fried dough sticks greeted Jian Zhongliang with a smile.

“My Yi Yi is registering for school today.” Jian Zhongliang smiled and glanced at Jian Qingyi beside him.

"Your daughter Yiyi must be a senior in high school this year, right?" An elderly man who was doing his morning exercise came over.

"Yes, I'm a senior in high school now," Jian Zhongliang replied with a smile.

"Yiyi, you must study hard and try to get into a good university, so that our candy factory can make us proud, and stop those little brats from the steel factory from nagging us that our candy factory is full of old, weak, sick and disabled people." The old man said with a smile.

Jian Qingyi didn't say anything, only smiled with her lips pursed.

The elderly, the infirm, and the disabled.

Compared to the steel factory, which is full of strong and healthy young people, the candy factory, where most of the workers are nearing retirement age, is indeed not very competitive.

Whenever several factories hold a friendly competition, the candy factory is always the one at the bottom.

Over time, candy factories came to be equated with the elderly, the weak, the sick, and the disabled in the eyes of the public.

"Uncle Wang, you keep practicing, I still need to take Yi Yi to the department store!" Jian Zhongliang quickly made an excuse.

The people in the courtyard may not know his daughter's grades, but he certainly knows his daughter's capabilities.

He thought a lot last night.

His joy when his little girl was born.

At that time, he had just become a father...

I wish I could present all the best things to my little girl.

When my little girl was learning to speak, her first word was "Dad".

When my little girl was learning to walk, she would show her tiny baby teeth and rush towards him again and again.

The contentment and happiness of that time...

Not fake.

But when did things start to change?

He tossed and turned all night, but still couldn't figure it out.

Now, he no longer expects his daughter to become a dragon or a phoenix; he only hopes that she can find a good job after graduating from high school.

after all……

A girl's income determines her future status in her husband's family.

After leaving the family compound, Jian Zhongliang turned to look at Jian Qingyi and gently comforted her, "Don't put too much pressure on yourself, just do your best in everything."

Jian Qingyi nodded with a smile.

Yo!

The milk really came in?!

Jian Zhongliang took a long stride, braced himself on one foot to stabilize the bicycle, and nodded to Jian Qingyi.

Jian Qingyi didn't stand on ceremony, grabbed Jian Zhongliang's clothes, and plopped down on him.

Having lived two lifetimes, this was the first time Jian Qingyi had ever ridden on the back of a bicycle.

The morning breeze, carrying the freshness of dew, gently caresses the cheeks, making one feel relaxed and happy.

Watching the tall trees on both sides of the road rapidly recede into the distance, Jian Qingyi couldn't help but recall a line from the internet.

[Convertible off-road sports car, twin-crank engine, supercharged engine, 360° panoramic sunroof, meets all China V and EU emission standards...]

Jian Qingyi couldn't help but smile.

Unexpectedly, she too would one day sit in this turbocharged sports car.

Although Nancheng is just a small county town, it has developed rapidly due to its proximity to Beijing and the economic spillover effect of Beijing.

Traditional manufacturing and machinery equipment have both achieved rapid growth here.

The rows of small buildings and factories in the distance resembled dazzling avenues of starlight, showcasing the glory and progress of the southern city.

It was Jian Qingyi's first time visiting a department store, and she was overwhelmed by the dazzling array of goods on the counter.

Especially at the clothing counters, there were denim, leather, plaid, chiffon, pure cotton printed plain weave fabric, linen...

The variety of fabrics is dazzling.

The styles are also fashionable and avant-garde.

In the original owner's memory, the only fabrics were Dacron and cotton.

The styles included white shirts, Lenin suits, and Zhongshan suits.

The old saying goes, "Seeing is believing, hearing is deceiving."

I never imagined that even memories could lie.

"Which one do you like? Dad will buy it for you." Seeing Jian Qingyi staring at the clothing counter, Jian Zhongliang asked with a smile.

"Can I choose two outfits?" Jian Qingyi tilted her head and looked at Jian Zhongliang, her eyes filled with anticipation.

Pretending to be innocent and acting pitiful—that's something Jian Qingyi knew from her past life when she was wearing diapers.

Her pitiful little eyes softened Jian Zhongliang's heart, and he couldn't help but reach out and rub her little head.

"of course can."

"Then I'll take that one and that one." Jian Qingyi didn't know what politeness meant. As soon as Jian Zhongliang finished speaking, she immediately picked out two expensive items.

My scumbag dad's money is wasted money, so why not use it?

Her not using it only benefits Third Sister and that little white lotus.

Jian Zhongliang readily paid the money.

Next came school bags, stationery...

Jian Qingyi didn't stand on ceremony with Jian Zhongliang at all, and bought only the most expensive items.

After one round, I'd already spent over three hundred yuan.

"Dad, did I buy too much?" Jian Qingyi asked, feigning concern, as they exited the department store.

“Not much. Just tell your father what you want to buy in the future,” Jian Zhongliang said hurriedly.

"Can I really tell Dad anything I want to buy?" Jian Qingyi looked at Jian Zhongliang as if seeking confirmation, her voice clearly carrying uncertainty.

“You can tell Father anything,” Jian Zhongliang nodded, his tone resolute.

“But Aunt Li said that I’m just a freeloader, I can’t make demands…” Jian Qingyi lowered her head, feeling wronged.

That pitiful and helpless little face made Jian Zhongliang's heart ache.

Jian Zhongliang had always disliked Li Meili, who was always trying to take advantage of others and was always gossiping.

But considering she was Li Meiqian's older sister, he tolerated it as much as he could.

They didn't want to strain the relationship between the two families too much.

I never expected her to bully his little daughter like this...

“Don’t listen to Li Meili’s big mouth’s nonsense. You are my own daughter, it’s only right that I raise you. If you want anything in the future, just tell me. If anyone bullies you, tell me too. Don’t keep it to yourself.” Jian Zhongliang’s hands were squeezing the clothes so hard they made a “crunching” sound.

No wonder the little girl stays in her room after school and doesn't get close to him. It turns out that Li Meili, that big mouth, is the one stirring up trouble between them.

Jian Qingyi glanced at Jian Zhongliang's fingers, which were turning white from exertion, her eyes filled with complex and subtle emotions.

Suppressing the emotions surging in her eyes, she bit her lower lip, her voice choked with sobs, "I don't want to put you in a difficult position."

To make it look realistic, she even pretended to wrinkle her nose.

For someone like Jian Zhongliang, who is easily swayed, those who can do things will never be as good as those who can talk, and those who can talk will never be as good as those who can pretend.

Li Meiqian and her daughter Jian Xiaojing grasped this point perfectly.

Sweet words and flattery completely captivated Jian Zhongliang, leaving him utterly bewildered.

In contrast, the original owner...

Not only is he introverted, timid, and insecure, but he's also bad at expressing himself.

On one side are sweet words that make people overjoyed, and on the other side is a gloomy and oppressive atmosphere that makes people's blood boil.

Over time.

The scales in Jian Zhongliang's heart lost their balance.

The swaying and instability of the scales exacerbated the original owner's anxiety, making the already introverted, insecure, and timid original owner even more withdrawn.

Vicious circle.