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

When Mao Chunqiao returned with a dark expression, Jian Dashan was standing downstairs chatting with several old men and women, holding a fishing rod in his left hand and a bucket and a small stool in his right.

Someone said something, and a group of people burst into laughter.

Seeing this, Mao Chunqiao, who was already in a bad mood, became even more annoyed.

"It's this late, why aren't you cooking at home? What are you doing wandering around like this..." Jian Dashan saw Mao Chunqiao and subconsciously handed her the bucket of fish and the small stool he was carrying.

In the past, Mao Chunqiao would have happily accepted the gift with both hands and then happily went home to cook for Jian Dashan.

now……

Mao Chunqiao went upstairs with a dark face, without even glancing at Jian Dashan.

This unusual behavior left Jian Dashan completely baffled, and even the elderly men and women looked on incredulously.

If Mao Chunqiao is a tigress outside, then at home she is...

To be precise, in front of Jian Dashan, she was nothing less than a cat.

The bucket and small stool in Jian Dashan's hands were awkwardly propped up in mid-air.

"Brother Jian, what did you do today? Look how angry you made my sister-in-law." A slightly younger old man joked with a smile.

"How would I know what's wrong with her?" Jian Dashan said, but he still obediently followed her upstairs.

"What's gotten into Mao Chunqiao today that made her dare to give Jian Dashan the cold shoulder?"

As soon as Jian Dashan's figure disappeared into the corridor, several elderly men and women began to whisper among themselves.

"I heard that Jian Zhongliang's youngest daughter sold her mother's permanent job." Someone with inside information immediately came out to reveal the news.

"That little girl usually seems quiet and unassuming, but I never expected her to be so capable," the old man who had previously joked with Jian Dashan said with a smile.

"Would Li Meiqian agree to that?"

"What can she do if she doesn't agree? It's not like it's her spot."

……

When Jian Dashan went upstairs, the door was tightly closed. He leaned his fishing rod against the door and habitually raised his hand to knock.

It wasn't that he didn't have extra house keys; he was just used to Mao Chunqiao's meticulous care.

"Boom bang bang..."

He tapped lightly a few times, then waited quietly.

Within five seconds, Mao Chunqiao would appear inside the door, smiling as she took the bucket and small stool from his hands, while chattering on about the excitement she had witnessed that afternoon.

Either someone's daughter-in-law and mother-in-law are fighting again, or someone is arguing with someone else.

These days, there aren't many entertainment programs, so the household chores and conflicts among neighbors have become a pastime for everyone after meals.

Time passed by minute by minute.

Let alone five seconds, five minutes would have passed.

The door remained tightly shut.

"Bang bang bang..." Jian Dashan, growing impatient, raised his hand and knocked again.

This time the force was significantly greater than the last time.

It was so big that the two neighboring households stuck their heads out.

Upon seeing that it was Jian Dashan, they all smiled and invited him to sit inside.

This made Jian Dashan extremely embarrassed.

After a long while, Mao Chunqiao opened the door with a dark expression.

The door was open, but there was clearly no intention to take the bucket and stool.

Turn around and leave.

Jian Dashan, who has always been a chauvinist, couldn't stand this. He went inside, put down his precious fishing rod, and slammed his fist on the table.

"Mao Chunqiao, what's wrong with you today?"

Mao Chunqiao was already feeling awkward and wronged, and his yelling made her burst into tears.

"Why are you crying? I didn't hit you." Jian Dashan was dumbfounded.

Mao Chunqiao has a fiery temper and rarely cries.

At this moment, she was crying as if her father had died, how could Jian Dashan not be stunned?

"Jian Dashan, tell me the truth, have you taken a fancy to that Yang Huai'e?" Mao Chunqiao cried her heart out.

"What nonsense are you spouting!" Jian Dashan roared in a low voice.

"Don't deny it, I saw you smile at her." Mao Chunqiao wiped away her tears.

The thought that the man who had been with her for most of her life had fallen for another woman made Mao Chunqiao's heart ache.

She was so good to him.

Even though we treated him like a king, he still had those ulterior motives.

"What nonsense are you spouting? A bunch of old men and women are chatting away. Am I supposed to laugh or cry?" Jian Dashan angrily picked up the teacup on the coffee table, making a gesture as if to drink it.

Mao Chunqiao rushed forward and snatched the teacup.

"The tea is cold, so you won't get a stomachache from drinking it."

She gave Jian Dashan a reproachful look, then quickly brewed some hot tea.

"You're not allowed to smile at that Yang Huai'e anymore." She said, handing over the teacup as she brought up the previous topic.

"Fine, don't laugh. I'll cry whenever I see her from now on." Jian Dashan took the teacup and said irritably.

“Jian Dashan…” Mao Chunqiao stamped her foot.

"Okay, okay, I'll walk away whenever I see her from now on. I won't step on the ground she's walked on, alright?" Jian Dashan said impatiently.

Having received a satisfactory answer, Mao Chunqiao finally stopped crying and started smiling.

"Go cook quickly, I've been squatting by the river all afternoon, I'm tired and hungry." Jian Dashan didn't want to see her go crazy, so he waved his hand and said.

"Okay, I bought some meat this afternoon. I'll make you some cabbage and meatball soup later." Mao Chunqiao picked up the apron next to her and tied it on.

“That cabbage and meatball soup looks so white…” Jian Dashan frowned.

"Then I'll make you braised pork and steam some egg custard?" Mao Chunqiao said hurriedly.

"Alright!" Jian Dashan lowered his head and took a sip of tea, his tone not particularly warm.

Mao Chunqiao, on the other hand, went into the kitchen with great joy, as if she had received some imperial decree.

Jian Dashan had just turned on the TV, ready to watch the news for a while.

Mao Chunqiao rushed out again in a flurry of activity.

Thinking she was about to cause some trouble again, Jian Dashan frowned almost imperceptibly.

Unexpectedly, she leaned close to Jian Dashan's ear and whispered something.

Jian Dashan was so excited he almost jumped off the sofa.

"Who told you all this?" His tone was full of disbelief.

The matter of the deputy factory director has been brought up repeatedly, but the higher-ups have never given a definite answer.

Most importantly, even if a deputy factory director were to be promoted, based on seniority, it wouldn't be his son's turn!

"Who else could it be but that brat?" Mao Chunqiao was furious at the mention of Jian Qingyi.

That brat is here to bring her bad luck!

“She said that Zhongliang told her, and that Zhongliang told her not to tell anyone.” Mao Chunqiao added, afraid that Jian Dashan wouldn’t believe her.

"Then it's almost certain." Jian Dashan couldn't hide the excitement in his eyes.

"Our Jian family has finally produced someone capable."

"Don't talk about this before things are settled. Don't be like that brat who just spouts nonsense," Jian Dashan warned.

A deputy factory director is watched by hundreds of people. If word gets out, someone might get jealous and cause trouble, and it would be a huge loss.

"I know, I know," Mao Chunqiao nodded hurriedly.

"That brat, he's really tight-lipped, he even kept it from his parents." The thought that he heard the news from his least favorite granddaughter made Jian Dashan feel a little unhappy.