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

"How old are you?" the man suddenly asked.

Jian Qingyi's mind was a little slow to process it. Do people talk about such wide ranges of topics these days?

Despite her doubts, she answered honestly, "Seventeen."

“My daughter Yiyi will be a senior in high school soon.” Jian Yiwei’s tone was filled with pride.

Among the Jian family, Yi Yi has the highest level of education.

As for that burden, Jian Yiwei simply classified him as an outsider.

The man nodded slightly.

His complexion is much better than before.

"Big brother, you guys are busy, I'll be going now." Having made things clear, Jian Qingyi saw no need to stay any longer.

“Yes!” Jian Yiwei nodded with a smile.

Suddenly remembering the money in his hand, he hurriedly stuffed it into Jian Qingyi's hand.

"Brother, you can keep it for yourself. I really have the money," Jian Qingyi politely declined.

“Just take it when I tell you to, and listen to me.” Jian Yiwei’s attitude was firm.

Jian Qingyi couldn't refuse, so she had to accept it for now.

I was thinking of finding an opportunity to return it to him later.

"Call me if anything happens in the future," Jian Yiwei said softly.

Jian Qingyi smiled and nodded in agreement.

"Go ahead! Be careful on the road, watch out for other cars," Jian Yiwei said with some concern.

"Okay!" Jian Qingyi smiled and waved at him.

Only after Jian Qingyi's figure disappeared around the street corner did Jian Yiwei smile and turn his gaze away.

Upon catching a glimpse of the olive green shirt beside him, Jian Yiwei's smile froze on his face.

Only then did he realize that the man beside him hated nothing more than dawdling and indecisiveness.

"Political Commissar..." Jian Yiwei was about to admit his mistake.

"Let's go back!" The man got into the car.

Judging from the man's tone, he didn't seem angry, so Jian Yiwei secretly breathed a sigh of relief and quickly went around to the driver's seat.

"Do you all call your cousin 'brother' here?" the man asked casually.

“Some call him cousin. Yi Yi has been following my sister and me around since she was little. My sister calls him big brother, and she calls him big brother too. Over time, she got used to it,” Jian Yiwei said with a smile.

"With you as her big brother protecting her, that girl is truly blessed," the man said, seemingly jokingly.

"What good fortune is there?" Jian Yiwei sighed helplessly.

I don't know what possessed his second uncle, he didn't love his own daughter, but loved this burden instead.

"What do you mean by that?" the man asked casually, as if he were just bored.

Chien Yi-wei is a straightforward person; when a man asks him a question, he will naturally answer without reservation.

On the way back to Beijing, he talked almost nonstop.

She went on and on, explaining in detail how her second uncle treated her inhumanely, favored his stepdaughter over his own daughter, and how Jian Qingyi had suffered so much over the years.

When asked about his mother's phone call a few days ago, Jian Yiwei frowned deeply.

"I don't know what kind of evil spirit my grandpa, grandma, and second uncle have possessed! Yiyi is only seventeen years old! How could they be so heartless?"

"I heard that the butcher not only lost his wife but also had a child. And yet he still wants to marry my Yi Yi. He's like a toad trying to eat swan meat."

Chien Yi-wei became increasingly angry as he spoke.

If he didn't have a mission today, he would definitely go back and have a serious talk with them.

No, I need to call back later to finalize this.

In the back seat, a sharper look had appeared in the man's eyes.

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the other side

Using the original owner's memories, Jian Qingyi successfully knocked on the door.

It's funny, of all the house keys, Jian Zhongliang had one, Li Meiqian had one, and the burden Jian Xiaojing had one, but the original owner didn't have one.

To get back to his own home, the original owner still had to knock on the door.

The moment the door opened, Jian Xiaojing's gentle smile vanished almost entirely.

"Yi Yi, why are you back?" Jian Xiaojing's expression was a little unnatural as she forced a warm smile.

"This is my home. If I don't come back, am I supposed to die out here?" Jian Qingyi pushed Jian Xiaojing aside and went straight to the kitchen.

There were no outsiders here, so Jian Qingyi didn't even bother to pretend.

I lifted the lid and looked inside; it was empty.

She turned her head and pulled open the cupboard door again. Besides a small bowl of leftover pickled vegetables, there were only a few pickled peppers.

Jian Xiaojing looked at Jian Qingyi, who had entered the kitchen and started rummaging through drawers and cupboards, completely ignoring her, and looked as if she had seen a ghost in broad daylight.

Did this blockhead's brain get damaged from being submerged in the river?

It wasn't until Jian Qingyi reached for the cupboard drawer containing the eggs that Jian Xiaojing snapped out of her daze and rushed over to hold Jian Qingyi's hand. "There's nothing left to eat right now. If you're really hungry, go get some water to tide you over. We'll have to wait a while longer for dinner."

If it were the original owner of this body who was weak-willed, she might have compromised.

Unfortunately, Jian Qingyi is not.

She never talks a big game when she can take action.

She brushed Jian Xiaojing's hand away and deftly pulled open the drawer, taking out four eggs.

"Jian Qingyi, are you crazy? These eggs are for Dad to nourish his body." Jian Xiaojing reached out to snatch them away.

Before her hand could even touch it, Jian Qingyi slapped two eggs from her right hand directly onto her forehead.

With a "smack," the yellowish egg liquid trickled down her forehead.

In a short while, the front of her newly bought red, blue, and black plaid coat was stained yellow.

"Ahhh, Jian Qingyi, you...you..." Jian Xiaojing was so angry that she couldn't even speak properly.

She's going to register for school tomorrow, and she's thinking of wearing her new clothes to show off...

Seeing the yellowish egg liquid still dripping down, she hurriedly grabbed a rag from the side to wipe it up.

It would have been better if I hadn't wiped it off; once I did, it all got smeared on the surface

A yellowish patch...

If you didn't know better, you'd think she'd smeared feces all over herself.

Seeing her new clothes ruined like this, while the culprit was washing the pot and boiling water as if nothing had happened, Jian Xiaojing was so angry that she wanted to rush up and grab her hair to beat her up.

"Click!"

On the verge of exploding with rage, Jian Xiaojing heard the familiar sound of the door opening, and her dark face instantly turned pitiful.

She glared at the person standing in front of the stove, threw down the rag with a "thud," and turned to head towards the door.

During this time, he didn't forget to rub his eyes vigorously a few times while pulling on his sleeve.

Jian Qingyi, who had witnessed all of this, couldn't help but roll her eyes.

There's no shortage of scheming women and manipulative women in any era.

She began to count silently in her mind, "One, two, three..."

Before the word "three" could even be finished, a furious voice suddenly rang out, "Jian Qingyi, can't you be a little more sensible? Xiao Jing may not be your biological sister, but she always gives in to you and accommodates you. What has she ever done to wrong you? Why do you have to bully her like this?"

Jian Zhongliang's face was dark as he glared at Jian Qingyi, his eyes filled with dissatisfaction.

"Always giving in to me and accommodating me? What has she ever given in to me?" Jian Qingyi glared back directly.

"Ever since she came to our house, you said she has no father, so I gave up my bedroom; you said she has a pitiful background, so I gave up all the good things in the house, the food and the clothes. If she says she likes something, all my likes have to take a backseat."

"She doesn't have a father? She has a pitiful background? Is it my fault that she doesn't have a father and has a pitiful background? Just because she doesn't have a father and has a pitiful background, does that mean she has to bring trouble to me?"

"What did I do in my past life—kill her father or destroy her family's ancestral grave? Why would she come here to bring me such misfortune?!"

"She's pitiful, at least she has a mother. What about me? I've lost my mother, are you going to make me lose my father too?"

In the end, Jian Qingyi practically shouted.