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

Jian Qingyi glanced at Jian Yiwei beside her.

Endure it!

“Xiao Jing, don’t be like her, lazy and good-for-nothing all day long…” Mao Chunqiao got more and more excited as she spoke.

“Grandma…” Jian Yiwei called out in dissatisfaction.

Jian Qingyi subtly tugged at Jian Yiwei's sleeve, glanced at the sofa, and gestured to him that there were other people there.

Jian Yiwei pursed his lips and plopped down on the stool next to Jian Qingyi.

He looked clearly unhappy.

Mao Chunqiao, who was in the kitchen, seemed to realize something and fell silent.

Jian Qingyi lowered her head and continued sewing her sachet, her emotions completely unmoved, as if the person Mao Chunqiao had just mentioned was not her.

Because of the presence of Jian Yiwei and Lu Yujing, these "big shots," the meal was relatively quiet.

The sachets were also completed in Jian Qingyi's hurried efforts.

She carefully checked it again to make sure there were no flaws before handing it over.

"Give!"

Lu Yujing reached out and took it, gently stroking the bellflower on the sachet.

Jian Qingyi didn't pay much attention. She stretched and turned to tidy up the needles, thread, scissors, scraps of cloth, and the remaining dried flowers on the low cabinet.

Thinking that the drawing wasn't finished yet, she worked even faster.

Back in the cabin, after locking the door, Jian Qingyi took out a sketchbook from the island.

With her extraordinary memory, she quickly scribbled and drew in her sketchbook.

Suddenly, a series of loud smashing sounds came from outside the window.

Then came the wailing of women and children.

Among them were the sounds of men cursing.

Jian Qingyi's pen paused for only a moment before resuming its previous state.

Suddenly, the conversation in the living room stopped.

Given Jian Zhongliang's nature, she wasn't surprised.

really……

Not long after, the sound of Jian Zhongliang trying to break up the fight came from the building across the street.

Then came the man's drunken outburst and loud commotion.

Because the sounds were too mixed, Jian Qingyi couldn't hear clearly.

I could only occasionally make out one or two sentences that were cracked due to excessive excitement.

What does it mean to eat what's in your bowl while eyeing what's in the pot?

What does it mean if he's interested in his wife?

He just likes to have affairs.

Jian Qingyi smiled slightly, a slight curve to her lips.

Sun Qiang, that reckless scoundrel, has never disappointed.

Because his wife hadn't given him a son, thus ending the Sun family line, Sun Qiang would have a small argument every three days and a big fight every five days.

Drinking cat urine only disturbs the peace of the neighbors.

At first, the neighbors would try to persuade him.

After a while, everyone got tired of trying to persuade them.

In addition, Sun Qiang is a man who loses his manners when he's drunk; if anyone tries to persuade him to stop, he'll curse them along with them.

It was a completely indiscriminate attack.

Even dogs that pass by his door get kicked twice.

The most important thing is...

While the person trying to mediate was still brooding over being caught in the crossfire, the couple was already deeply in love and happily married.

Over time, no one wanted to bother with their family's mess anymore.

But there are also those who are stubborn...

Just like the original owner's scumbag father.

She's quite curious sometimes.

If you say he treated the original owner badly, he didn't let the original owner get cold or hungry, and he even supported the original owner, who was always at the bottom of the class, to go to high school.

He was good to the original owner, yet he was indifferent to her. Even when Mao Chunqiao arranged a marriage for the original owner, he didn't say a word against it.

If the original owner hadn't accidentally fallen into the water and died, and she hadn't ended up here, she might have really married that pig butcher who had lost his wife and was raising a child.

Jian Qingyi finished all five drawings, but the building across the street was still noisy. She put away her drawings, went to the island to take a shower, and when she came out after drying her hair, the building across the street finally quieted down.

She pulled the blanket over herself and huddled inside.

As the lights went out, a faint ray of moonlight shone through the curtains into the small room.

In the small building diagonally opposite, a tall figure stood by the window.

"Political Commissar, the sheets and blankets are all new, the basin and thermos have been washed, and the cups and handkerchiefs have been scalded with boiling water." Jian Yiwei said respectfully.

Lu Yujing nodded slightly.

Knowing this man's temperament, Jian Yiwei didn't say anything more, turned around and closed the door.

"Shh!"

Just as Jian Yiwei was about to go back to his room to sleep, a head poked out from the doorway not far away.

Seeing that he looked over, Jian Zhongkang waved to him.

Jian Yiwei glanced at the closed door behind him and tiptoed over.

"What is it?" he asked in a low voice.

Jian Zhongkang pulled him into the house.

The door then closed gently.

"What's going on? Why are you being so mysterious?" Jian Yiwei couldn't help but laugh when he saw his parents acting like thieves.

"Keep your voice down!" Jian Zhongkang glared at him.

"What exactly happened?" Jian Yiwei lowered his voice.

Wang Xiujuan felt sorry for her son and pulled him to sit down by the bed.

Seeing this, Jian Zhongkang also sat down on the chair at the head of the bed.

He glanced at the closed door before speaking softly, "What do your political commissar's parents do?"

"Dad, why are you asking this?" Jian Yiwei asked, looking surprised.

I don't understand what his father is up to.

“Just answer whatever I ask you. Why are you asking so many questions?” Jian Zhongkang’s voice was very low.

“Our political commissar’s father is a leader in our city, and his mother is the head of our cultural troupe.” Since this wasn’t a secret, Jian Yiwei said it.

"My goodness..."

Wang Xiujuan's eyes widened in surprise.

Jian Zhongkang was also shocked.

Although I knew that Lu Yujing's family background must be extraordinary, I didn't expect it to be this extraordinary.

"Dad, Mom, why are you asking this?" Jian Yiwei asked curiously.

“You said you would introduce your sister to your political commissar…” Wang Xiujuan tentatively began.

"Mom, what are you thinking about?" Jian Yiwei interrupted Wang Xiujuan before she could finish speaking.

What kind of family is the Lu family?

Those were noble families whose genealogy could be traced back to the Sixteen Kingdoms period. Throughout the dynasties, they produced strategists and powerful ministers, not to mention their fiefdoms and lands.

Even during the turbulent times of war, the Lu family remained steadfast.

At the critical moment of life and death, Old Master Lu led the Lu family in a desperate fight against those scoundrels.

What kind of family are they?

Have you ever seen what a family tree looks like?

Can these be linked together?

Not to mention that his family's political commissar is the only male grandson of the Lu family in this generation.

"Father, Mother, you shouldn't dwell on this matter." Jian Yiwei said with a serious expression.

“Yes!” Jian Zhongkang nodded.

Jian Zhongkang then dismissed that unrealistic idea.

"You, as her brother, also need to take care of your sister's affairs," Wang Xiujuan whispered.

“And Yi Yi.” Jian Zhongkang didn’t forget his little niece.

“Yes, yes, yes! And Yi Yi too, they’re both younger sisters, you can’t be biased.” Wang Xiujuan quickly chimed in.

Jian Yiwei: "..."

My legs suddenly felt weak.

"Did you hear me?" Jian Zhongkang frowned in displeasure as he waited for a response.

“I heard you.” Jian Yiwei nodded.

“And you also need to pay attention to your own marriage. You’re already in your mid-twenties,” Wang Xiujuan added.

"Mom, I understand. I'm going to sleep now. I have to get up early tomorrow." Jian Yiwei left as if he were fleeing.