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

Mao Chunqiao glanced in the direction she was pointing, but didn't understand.

"Look at what?"

“I think you’re daydreaming.” Jian Qingyi said, each word distinct and clear.

Once the money is in her pocket, there's no reason for her to take it out again.

"You brat..." Mao Chunqiao was so angry that she raised her hand to hit her.

Jian Qingyi remained motionless, completely ignoring her threat.

"Old woman, if you dare touch a single hair on my head, I'll immediately replace your youngest son as deputy factory director. Do you believe me?"

"Deputy factory director? What deputy factory director?" Mao Chunqiao's cloudy eyes suddenly lit up with surprising brightness.

Jian Qingyi rolled her eyes at her and slumped onto the sofa.

"Hurry up and tell me! What deputy factory director?" Mao Chunqiao followed eagerly and sat down next to Jian Qingyi.

Jian Qingyi ignored her and reached out to grab a few melon seeds.

Mao Chunqiao snatched it away, saying, "Finish talking before you eat."

Success earned him another eye roll from Jian Qingyi.

"Hurry up and tell me!" Mao Chunqiao was so anxious she was about to explode.

"Your youngest son..."

"That's your father..."

"Are you still going to listen or not?" Jian Qingyi retorted.

Mao Chunqiao fell silent.

“Your youngest son said that Director Wu told him that the deputy director’s matter is almost certain,” Jian Qingyi said truthfully without adding anything.

She paused for a moment, then added, "Oh! By the way! Your youngest son instructed that this matter is not completely settled yet, and we cannot spread rumors about it outside."

"You think I'm like you!" Mao Chunqiao said defiantly.

She seemed to have thought of something again, and gave Jian Qingyi a disdainful look, before glaring fiercely at Li Meiqian standing to the side.

"My son is so unlucky to have gotten involved with you guys!"

"What do you mean by 'being stuck with us'? What does this have to do with me? Did I ask them to give birth to me? Did they ask for my opinion before they gave birth to me? It's like nobody wants to come to your house!" Jian Qingyi sneered.

He's stuck with her, and she's stuck with him!

"You brat..." Mao Chunqiao raised her hand halfway, then seemed to remember something and put it down again.

"I must have owed you something in my past life!" Mao Chunqiao stomped her foot in anger, feeling resentful.

"No couple can be husband and wife without a grudge, no father and son can be father and son without a feud, so you owe me one."

[What kind of deep-seated hatred, what kind of deep-seated resentment, that she would come back to collect her debt even if it meant dying!] Jian Qingyi added in her mind.

"You, you, you..." Mao Chunqiao clutched her chest, looking like she couldn't breathe.

What sins did his family commit in their past life to deserve such a debt collector in this one?!

"You know that the wife of the old production director at the cotton mill next door passed away a few days ago, right?" Jian Qingyi grabbed a few sunflower seeds and started cracking them open.

"So what if I know? So what if I don't know?" Mao Chunqiao said angrily.

"Yesterday, that old production director got married again, and I heard she's quite young."

Jian Qingyi glanced sideways at Mao Chunqiao's reaction and continued, "People from the cotton mill came out and said that the old production director bought watches, a large color TV, and a sewing machine to marry this young woman..."

Mao Chunqiao's expression grew increasingly grim, clearly showing that she was empathizing with him.

"The old production director's wife used to be so stingy that she would try to stretch every penny in two. But now, the old production director has arranged for all the things that she wouldn't buy for her."

At this point, Jian Qingyi even sighed dramatically.

"I also heard that the old production director's two sons felt that their mother had just passed away and her body was barely cold, and their father was already arranging for her to remarry, which was rather heartless. So the old production director raised his hand and slapped each of them hard across the face."

"Tsk tsk! He'd even abandon his son for his little wife."

"The most pitiful one has to be the wife of the old production director. She suffered all her life, but brought happiness to those who came after her."

"Grandma, you must take good care of yourself. You absolutely cannot let other old ladies benefit from this." Jian Qingyi changed the subject.

As she spoke, she raised her hand and patted Mao Chunqiao's shoulder.

"He dares! If he dares, I'll haunt him even as a ghost!" Mao Chunqiao slammed her hand on the table.

"If there were really something fishy going on, do you think your youngest son could have become a director and deputy factory manager?" Jian Qingyi sneered.

Mao Chunqiao immediately wilted.

"Grandma, health is the foundation of everything. If you die, all the money will belong to others. Are you willing to accept that?" Jian Qingyi nudged Mao Chunqiao with her elbow, looking earnest.

Mao Chunqiao didn't say anything, but Jian Qingyi knew that she had taken it to heart.

after all……

No woman wants to work hard while others reap the rewards.

Even Li Meiqian, who was standing next to her, became more vigilant.

Jian Zhongliang was already quite alluring, and now he's about to be promoted to deputy factory director. The women outside will be like wolves eyeing their prey whenever they see him.

Li Meiqian silently pondered a solution.

“Grandma, my grandpa looks much better and younger than that old production director,” Jian Qingyi chimed in, stirring things up.

"You don't need to say it!" Mao Chunqiao rolled her eyes at Jian Qingyi, then walked away with a dark face.

Jian Qingyi put down the melon seeds in her hand, washed her hands, and prepared to go back to her room to continue working on her sachets.

“Yi Yi…”

Jian Qingyi remained silent, quietly waiting for Li Meiqian's next performance.

Li Meiqian seemed a little nervous, constantly twisting the hem of her clothes.

for a long time.

She finally spoke, somewhat hesitantly, "Yi Yi, I know I've done many things wrong before, but I will definitely change. You believe me, I will definitely improve."

Jian Qingyi chuckled inwardly.

Is this because he learned that his scumbag father is going to be promoted to deputy factory manager, and he feels insecure and wants to find outside help?

The third sister was very vigilant when she rose to power.

Seeing that Jian Qingyi remained silent, Li Meiqian became increasingly anxious.

"Yi Yi, I..."

"I understand!" Jian Qingyi didn't want to hear her high-sounding words anymore.

I never thought of becoming her outside helper.

As for her and that scumbag, it's best to keep them locked up and prevent them from spreading to society and harming others.

Thinking that Jian Qingyi had accepted her, Li Meiqian was overjoyed.

"Yiyi, what do you want to eat tonight? I'll go buy it."

"Anything is fine!" Jian Qingyi really didn't want to see her smile.

It was already ugly enough, and then they laughed.

I wonder if that scumbag will have nightmares about her face tonight?

"Then I'll go buy some ribs and make you some sweet and sour ribs?" Li Meiqian said with a smile.

“Okay!” Jian Qingyi nodded.

Although my third sister's character isn't great, her cooking skills are quite good.

It's at least one or two levels better than what she can only cook.

It must be said that God is quite fair; He opened the door to the living room for her, but closed the door and window to the kitchen.

They used the same ingredients and seasonings, but what they made was a delicious delicacy, while what she made could only be called…

ripe.

She tried her best.

But some things just can't be achieved through effort alone.

So later...

She gave up treatment and chose to lie down.

Love so much!