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

Da Chun's mother and Wu Da Chun were clearly taken aback.

Clearly, they hadn't expected the Lu family to be so supportive of Jian Qingyi opening her shop.

"Do you know how much the rent for Yi Yina Clothing Store is per year?" Jian Yiwei glanced at Wu Dachun.

"At least a thousand!" Wu Dachun guessed.

“More than a thousand…” Da Chun’s mother gasped.

This is just the rent.

There's also utilities, the salesperson's salary, living expenses...

How much money will be spent this year?

“A little over a thousand…” Jian Yiwei chuckled, “Four thousand three, that was the rent before Yi Yi opened the shop.”

Wu Dachun felt his head buzzing.

Da Chunniang stood there, completely stunned.

Four thousand three...

Good heavens, how many clothes would I have to sell to make that money back?!

"The rent is so high, all the money I earn from working myself to the bone all year just goes to the landlord." Wu Dachun said with a pained expression.

“That storefront belongs to the political commissar, oh no, now it should be said that it belongs to Yi Yi.” Jian Yiwei still wasn’t used to calling Lu Yujing by her name.

"Yi Yi's? The political commissar gave it to Yi Yi?" Wu Dachun's eyes widened in surprise.

“A few days before the marriage certificate was issued, the political commissar transferred all of his assets to Yi Yi’s name.” Jian Yiwei was always by Lu Yujing’s side, and Lu Yujing did not deliberately hide it from him.

Although Jian Yiwei didn't know exactly how much Lu Yujing had given Jian Qingyi, based on his understanding of Lu Yujing, the real amount must have been astonishing.

Chien Yi-wei was happy for Chien Ching-yi.

If a man is willing to give everything to a woman, it means that he is so infatuated with her that he can't live without her.

"They transferred it just days before we were supposed to get the marriage certificate?!" Wu Dachun was incredulous.

Isn't the political commissar afraid that Jian Qingyi will change her mind and not marry him, leaving everything in ruins?!

“Yi Yi’s life has been worthwhile!” Da Chun’s mother blurted out after a long while.

Ordinary families would never entrust their household belongings to a new bride, let alone someone who hasn't even entered into the family.

Lu Yujing's willingness to do this suggests that he is deeply in love with Jian Qingyi.

Suddenly, Da Chunniang remembered the poem "Guan Ju"...

Guan Guan Ju Dou, in the river continent.

My lady, my gentleman is good.

The water plants grow unevenly, flowing to the left and right.

A beautiful and graceful woman, I long for her day and night.

……

"Yes, it was worth it." Wang Xiujuan seemed to agree.

"What's worth it?" Director Wu opened his sleepy eyes.

The moment he opened his mouth, the smell of alcohol emanating from it made Da Chunniang, who was closest to him, feel dizzy.

"You're worth it, look how drunk you are." Da Chun's mother waved her hand dismissively.

You may not own the wine, but you always own your stomach!

Seeing good wine is like seeing one's own mother.

"That liquor has a really strong aftereffect," Factory Director Wu said, frowning and rubbing his temples.

"I wonder what the alcohol content of that liquor is."

“Fifty-six degrees,” Wu Dachun noticed.

"No wonder..." Director Wu felt dizzy and uncomfortable.

"But the taste of that good wine is just different, so mellow and fragrant..." Director Wu said, smacking his lips twice as if savoring the memory.

"Unlike the cheap stuff we drink, which is so bland, like it's been diluted with a lot of water."

Da Chunniang pouted.

It was diluted with water, but I've never seen you drink less of it on a regular basis.

“That’s Chief Lu’s prized wine, how could it not taste good?!” Jian Yiwei chuckled.

Could ordinary wine possibly catch Lu's eye?!

"Yiwei, I remember Yujing has a second uncle, right? Why didn't I see any of his second uncle's family today?" Factory Director Wu suddenly remembered this.

“The political commissar’s second uncle doesn’t live here.” Jian Yiwei said, his eyes fixed on the steering wheel.

"Did they separate his second uncle and let him live on his own?" Da Chun's mother thought subconsciously.

“No, actually, Commander Lu and Commander Qin didn’t live here before. It’s because Yi Yi got pregnant that Commander Lu and Commander Qin were worried about her, so they moved in with us,” Jian Yiwei explained.

"You mean, such a big courtyard, only Grandpa Lu, Grandma Lu, and the political commissar lived there before?" Just thinking about that courtyard, which was even more beautiful than a garden, filled Wu Dachun's eyes with envy.

Unlike their house, which is tiny and crammed with people.

They wanted to squeeze people into every nook and cranny.

“The old man and woman like peace and quiet…” Jian Yiwei explained.

Da Chunniang: "..."

How could she not have noticed that they preferred peace and quiet?!

Wang Xiujuan: "..."

She noticed that they seemed to enjoy the lively atmosphere, especially the two little ones.

Wu Dachun: "..."

Ditto!

Factory Director Wu: "..."

Ditto!

The car arrived at the train station.

"Uncle, Aunt, it's rare for you to come all this way. In my opinion, you should stay a few more days..." Wang Xiujuan urged them to stay.

"There's so much going on at home!" Da Chun's mother couldn't help but frown when she thought about all the troubles at home.

"Next time, next time when Yi Yi holds a 100-day celebration for those two little ones, we'll come and have a good few days of fun."

Speaking of this, Da Chunniang felt a pang of envy again.

Most people would be grateful if they could complete the full 30-day postpartum period.

Unlike Yi Yi...

The political commissar made her sit for the full 100 days.

It's true that people have to die when compared with others, and goods have to be thrown away when comparing goods.

"Then remember to come early." Wang Xiujuan smiled and saw them into the station.

“Okay, we’ll come early then,” Da Chun’s mother readily agreed.

"Yiwei, work hard with your brother-in-law." Factory Director Wu patted Jian Yiwei on the shoulder and said earnestly.

Jian Yiwei nodded.

After watching the group get into the car, the mother and son turned around and walked back.

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the other side

Thinking that his youngest daughter was still in postpartum confinement, Jian Zhongliang didn't stay long. After finishing his meal, he sat for a while and then left.

Jian Qingyi lay on the bed, enjoying a massage from a man.

In my past life, I had a masseur at home. Although the massages were very comfortable, they always felt lacking compared to Lu Yujing's.

"Wife, is it comfortable?" Massage therapist Lu glanced at his wife's face, seemingly trying to find the answer in her expression.

"Comfortable." Jian Qingyi closed her eyes, her expression one of contentment and enjoyment.

You can tell at a glance that they are truly satisfied.

"Oh, by the way, is there anything you haven't told me about Wu Dachun?" Jian Qingyi opened her eyes.

When Director Wu and his family were around, she didn't feel comfortable asking, but now that they're gone, she has to ask them properly.

"I don't know if Wu Dachun's wife was frightened or what, but as soon as Wu Dachun was locked up, his wife took a train and ran away. If the police hadn't called the factory, the factory director and his wife would still be in the dark." Lu Yujing didn't hide anything.

Jian Qingyi had a look on her face as if she had eaten shit.

Wu Dachun beat someone up so badly they ended up in the hospital because of her, and instead of calling back for help, she just ran away.

Is this something a human being would do?!

No wonder Da Chunniang always looked like she was gritting her teeth whenever she mentioned Liu Lanlan.

If it were her, she would definitely beat her to a pulp.

"Wife, forget about their troubles and enjoy your man's massage service." Lu Yujing lowered his head and kissed his wife on the cheek.

Upon hearing the doctor say that proper massage can help relieve fatigue, promote blood circulation and lochia discharge, Lu Yujing massages his wife for eighteen minutes every day.

Why eighteen minutes...?

The doctor said that the time should be kept within twenty minutes.