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

"Grandpa Jian, Uncle Jian, Second Uncle Jian, you can just call me Xiao Lu." Lu Yujing nodded slightly.

"Yes! Yes!" The three of them nodded hurriedly.

His expression still betrayed his nervousness.

The highest-ranking leader they had ever met was Zhou Hao from the Public Security Bureau. Now, facing someone with an even more imposing presence, it would be strange if they weren't nervous.

Jian Qingyi, who got out of the car from the other side, watched coldly, her expression blank.

Perhaps because she had spent more time with him, she no longer felt the nervousness she had when she first met Lu Yujing.

On the contrary, the three of them were so nervous that fine beads of sweat appeared on their foreheads.

"Xiao Lu, please come inside and sit down." In the end, it was Jian Zhongliang who spoke first.

Lu Yujing turned her head slightly to look at Jian Qingyi standing at the front of the car.

Only then did the three members of the Jian family notice Jian Qingyi standing to the side.

Jian Zhongliang frowned as he thought of the scene of Jian Xiaojing returning home with tears in her eyes.

If it weren't for Lu Yujing, this "big Buddha," standing there, he would probably have scolded her again.

Receiving Jian Zhongliang's displeased look, Jian Qingyi turned her head away, ignored everyone, and went straight upstairs.

Lu Yujing is a very intelligent person. Combining the information he has, he quickly figured out the intricacies of the situation.

He gave Jian Yiwei a look, and the latter immediately pulled out three large bags of good cigarettes, wine and tea from the car.

"We arrived in a hurry and weren't prepared," Lu Yujing said softly.

"Xiao Lu, look at you, you've already come, why are you being so polite..." Jian Dashan was both nervous and excited.

The onlookers stared wide-eyed at the spectacle.

The wine, the cigarettes, the tea...

Even if they hadn't eaten or drunk anything.

But they also knew that those things were not something ordinary people like them could buy.

The packaging alone would probably be enough for an average person to eat and drink for a month.

"Let's go upstairs first! The political commissar has been working hard all day," Jian Yiwei whispered a reminder.

"Oh! Right, right! Let's go upstairs first, let's go upstairs first." Jian Zhongliang hurriedly stepped forward to lead the way.

Jian Zhongkang helped Jian Yiwei carry the things.

Jian Dashan, who was following behind the group, was grinning from ear to ear.

Only after the group disappeared into the stairwell did the workers who had just finished get off work begin to whisper among themselves at the entrance of the residential compound.

"Is that a relative of the Jian family?"

The workers got off work late, and when they came back, they only saw Jian Yiwei carrying large and small bags of good things out of the car.

"He's that kid from the Jian family's boss," a little old man who had been watching from beginning to end quickly came out and revealed.

"I heard he's some kind of political commissar." Another old man pointed discreetly to his own shoulder as he spoke, "Two bars and four stars."

A collective gasp rippled through the crowd.

Two bars and four stars...

Women may not understand what two bars and four stars represent, but the vast majority of men do.

"The Jian family is about to become rich!" someone exclaimed.

.

upstairs

Jian Qingyi went into the small house as soon as she got home.

Since it was the beginning of the semester and there wasn't much homework, she finished it quickly, tidied up, and then took out her sketchbook.

But before she could even pick up her pen, there was a knock on the door.

"Who?" Jian Qingyi didn't move.

“Yi Yi, it’s me.” Jian Yiwei’s voice came through.

Suddenly remembering the sachets she had made, Jian Qingyi threw the sketchbook back onto the island and took out the sachets at the same time.

The small room was not big. Besides a 1.2-meter-long four-poster bed and a dilapidated desk with almost all the paint peeling off, there was only a narrow passageway, not even enough room for a chair.

Jian Qingyi usually draws while sitting on the edge of her bed.

She's short, but she looks alright.

Just then, Jian Yiwei, this tall guy, walked in, and the feeling was...

It's like a large Tibetan Mastiff squeezed into a teacup dog's cage.

Because there were no chairs, Jian Qingyi had to give up half of the bedside.

Jian Yiwei glanced at the door, quickly unbuttoned his pocket, and pulled out two ten-yuan bills.

Sensing his intention, Jian Qingyi quickly grabbed his hand.

"Big brother, I have money now."

“Yi Yi…” Jian Yiwei thought Jian Qingyi was just being polite to him, and frowned.

"Big brother, I'm really rich now."

Fearing that Jian Yiwei wouldn't believe her, she explained further, "I sold my mother's permanent job position for three thousand yuan!"

"You sold your permanent employee position, what will you do in the future?" Jian Yiwei frowned even more.

"Do I have to worry about not having a job after I go to university?" Jian Qingyi stuffed the money in Jian Yiwei's hand back into his pocket.

“But you should wait until after the college entrance exam next year before you sell it!” Jian Yiwei was so worried.

What if I fail the exam next year?!

"Big brother, don't worry, I will definitely get into university." Jian Qingyi knew what he was worried about.

With her intelligence, getting into university is a piece of cake for her.

Besides, life isn't just about taking the college entrance exam.

“But…” Jian Yiwei still felt that Jian Qingyi’s decision was too hasty.

"Stop it, big brother, look what this is!" Jian Qingyi quickly took out a sachet from her pocket to distract him.

"A sachet?! Where did you buy it? It smells so good, and the embroidery on it is beautiful." Jian Yiwei held it to his nose and smelled it.

“I learned to do it myself,” Jian Qingyi said, tilting her chin up, quite proud of herself.

"I put jasmine and osmanthus flowers inside to help regulate qi, relieve depression, refresh the mind, and promote sleep."

"This blue sachet is for you, and this one embroidered with osmanthus flowers is for my second sister..."

"Political Commissar!" Jian Yiwei stood up abruptly.

Because Jian Qingyi was sitting with her back to the door, she belatedly turned her head and saw the tall and short figures standing at the door.

Jian Zhongliang is 178 cm tall, which is not short in a crowd, but when he stands next to Lu Yujing, who is 187 cm tall, he is instantly made to look short, poor and ugly.

"A sachet? May I see it?" Lu Yujing took a step forward.

Two tall men, each over 1.8 meters tall, entered the small room, which was only five or six square meters...

Jian Qingyi felt like she was having trouble breathing.

Unfortunately, one of the tall guys was blocking the passageway. If she wanted to get out, the only options were to fly or step over him.

Flying is unrealistic.

Stepping over him is even less realistic.

"This sachet was made by my little sister herself. It's filled with osmanthus and jasmine flowers, and it smells wonderful." Jian Yiwei handed over the sachet without thinking, his tone carrying a hint of boasting.

"It smells quite nice." Lu Yujing gently stroked the green bamboo on the blue sachet. "Did you embroider this?"

"It was just haphazardly embroidered," Jian Qingyi chuckled.

Her embroidery skills are good enough to fool most people.

Someone like Lu Yujing...

You can tell at a glance that they've seen a lot of the world.

"Does it look like Suzhou embroidery?" Lu Yujing asked softly.

Jian Qingyi's heart skipped a beat.

Even with just a few flowers and plants embroidered, he could tell it was Suzhou embroidery.

"I really don't know that. I just saw someone embroider it once or twice, and I thought it looked fun, so I started learning." Jian Qingyi said without batting an eye.