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

Thinking about having dinner later, Jian Qingyi didn't want to spoil her appetite, so she turned and left.

Seeing this, Jian Xiaojing cried even harder.

"Brother Shuliang, why do you think Yiyi hates me?"

"Don't pay any attention to her, she's a lunatic," Zhuo Shuliang said with a pained expression.

In the past, if he said a few words to her, she would feel ashamed.

just now……

It's completely crazy.

"She hates me, calls me a burden, and I accept it all. What can I do? I'm just unlucky to be a burden. But she shouldn't have..."

“My mother is an elder, how could she…” Jian Xiaojing cried, tears streaming down her face.

This caused Zhuo Shuliang another wave of anxiety.

“Every time I see my mother secretly wiping away tears, I feel so sad. If it weren’t for me, my mother wouldn’t have remarried. If she hadn’t remarried, she wouldn’t have suffered so many cold looks and disdain.” Jian Xiaojing lowered her head and wiped away her tears, feeling extremely aggrieved.

"Don't be sad! Everything will be alright once we get into university." Zhuo Shuliang looked down at Jian Xiaojing, whose eyes were brimming with tears.

I secretly vowed to myself that I must get into university and then make lots and lots of money.

He wanted to make Jian Xiaojing the happiest woman in the world.

He wanted to make Jian Qingyi regret it...

He regretted bullying Jian Xiaojing.

He wants to make everyone who bullied Jian Xiaojing regret it!

"A sneeze! A sneeze..."

Jian Qingyi sneezed several times as soon as she turned into the candy factory's residential compound.

[Damn it, which bastard is talking about her behind her back?] Jian Qingyi cursed inwardly.

next second.

Mao Chunqiao then darted out from behind the big tree.

"Damn girl..."

Jian Qingyi was speechless.

I just got rid of two annoying guys, and now another plague has appeared.

"You cut your hair?" Mao Chunqiao was taken aback at first, then looked Jian Qingyi up and down.

Mao Chunqiao never liked the original owner's biological mother, Xu Wan. She thought that the charming Xu Wan was a seductive and wicked woman who had swayed her son away from her, so she also disliked the daughter she had given birth to.

This is also the fundamental reason why the original owner was disliked by Mao Chunqiao from birth.

"Does it look good?" Jian Qingyi raised her hand to tidy up her newly changed hairstyle, her delicate eyebrows and eyes full of girlish charm.

"Beautiful my foot!" Mao Chunqiao cursed against her will.

Jian Qingyi rolled her eyes at her and turned to leave.

Mao Chunqiao quickly grabbed the person and pulled them back.

Perhaps afraid that others would see, she pulled Jian Qingyi back behind the big tree.

"Give me back my money," Mao Chunqiao said in a low voice, glancing around.

"What money?" Jian Qingyi feigned ignorance, looking completely bewildered.

“That nine hundred yuan,” Mao Chunqiao said matter-of-factly.

"What nine hundred yuan?" Jian Qingyi blinked, continuing to play dumb.

Once the money is in her pocket, it's hers. Trying to take it back is just wishful thinking!

“You brat, if you dare not give it back to me today, I’ll beat you to death…” Mao Chunqiao raised her hand to scare her.

Jian Qingyi pointed to her head with a nonchalant expression, "Come on, hit me here, and here too..."

She then pointed to her temple.

“A single blow to these two spots would be fatal, and there would be no need to waste money on emergency treatment.”

Seeing that Mao Chunqiao was hesitant to make a move, Jian Qingyi grabbed her arm and hit her head.

Startled, Mao Chunqiao withdrew her hand as if she had been electrocuted.

"You brat..."

Mao Chunqiao was so angry that she trembled all over.

"Are you going to fight or not? If not, I'm leaving." Jian Qingyi's voice was sweet and soft.

But to Mao Chunqiao, it sounded particularly jarring.

I knew that bleeding wouldn't be an option today.

Mao Chunqiao sighed, "Give me back 800, and keep the remaining 100 as your pocket money."

Jian Qingyi remained silent, staring at her as if she were an idiot.

Once it's in her pocket, it's all hers; the eight hundred or one hundred dollars don't exist anymore.

Seeing that Jian Qingyi remained silent, knowing that she was dissatisfied, Mao Chunqiao said again, "How about giving me back seven hundred?"

Jian Qingyi chuckled, wondering what other tricks she could pull.

"Six hundred."

"five hundred."

"Four hundred."

……

Having watched enough of Mao Chunqiao's tantrums and sulking, Jian Qingyi smiled and said, "Grandma, have you ever heard the saying 'Sweet rice balls in a teapot'?"

“You…you brat…” Mao Chunqiao pointed at Jian Qingyi with a livid face, unable to speak for a long time.

"Grandma, it's getting late. If you don't go back to cook soon, you'll make Grandpa go fishing this afternoon, and he'll be in big trouble!" Jian Qingyi pointed to the sun overhead, offering a kind reminder.

Mao Chunqiao was a typical example of someone who obeyed her father at home and her husband after marriage.

Serving Jian Dashan every day is like serving an ancestor.

Jian Dashan, on the other hand, was waited on hand and foot every day, and after lunch he would squat by the river for the whole afternoon.

"You damned bastard..." Mao Chunqiao was so angry she was about to explode.

"Grandma, take your time. I'm going back now. Your precious son and heartless daughter-in-law aren't home, and I have to go back and cook for myself!" Jian Qingyi wasn't angry at all. She waved to her with a smile and turned to walk towards the small building where they lived.

"Ungrateful wretch, ungrateful wretch, ungrateful wretch..." Mao Chunqiao stared intently at Jian Qingyi's back, gritting her teeth and cursing under her breath.

The thought that her life savings had vanished made Mao Chunqiao feel like she couldn't breathe.

"Mao Chunqiao, what are you standing there for? What time is it? Aren't you going home to cook?"

With fishing time fast approaching and the house still empty, Jian Dashan couldn't sit still any longer. But as soon as he went downstairs, he saw Mao Chunqiao standing straight at the foot of a big tree, and he immediately became unhappy.

"I'll go back and cook right away." Mao Chunqiao couldn't care less about being angry at this moment.

In the stairwell, Jian Qingyi peeked through the gaps in the blue brickwork.

Mao Chunqiao jumped and sprinted towards the small building not far away.

She couldn't help but laugh.

It really is indigo dyeing white cloth...

One thing brings down another thing.

When she arrived at her doorstep, Jian Qingyi took out the house key her scumbag father had given her that morning and opened the door.

There was nothing in the cupboard except for two uncut pieces of pickled vegetables.

The pot was empty.

Cook……

She's quite skilled at cooking it.

But it's that flavor...

Jian Qingyi's face showed a hint of something unspeakable.

After some deliberation, Jian Qingyi opened the drawer under the cupboard.

four...

enough.

Jian Qingyi deftly washed the pot and boiled the water.

While the water was boiling, she pulled out two large pieces of brown sugar from the cupboard.

Once the water in the pot was bubbling away, she quickly cracked the eggs and put them in.

Then comes brown sugar.

It seems they wanted to keep Jian Qingyi out of the house since she didn't have a key. Jian Xiaojing didn't come home until Jian Qingyi finished eating the eggs and cleaning up the pot.

Having witnessed countless power struggles and intrigues within wealthy families, Jian Qingyi was well aware of her little schemes.

Compared to Jian Xiaojing, who still had her maternal grandmother and aunt to rely on, the original owner of this body was indeed helpless and alone.

If it weren't for her scumbag father having a change of heart today, Jian Qingyi would have had no choice but to forcefully break through the defense.