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

"This child..."

Wang Xiujuan smiled helplessly.

"Children and grandchildren have their own blessings! We two old folks just need to take good care of ourselves and not cause trouble for our children." Jian Zhongkang was quite open-minded.

"What? Don't you want to hold your grandson?" Wang Xiujuan got up and tidied the bed.

"What's the use of thinking about it? Can I force him to get married and have kids?!" Jian Zhongkang yawned and started unbuttoning his clothes.

Nowadays, young people value mutual affection and free love, unlike back then when a marriage was considered settled as long as both sets of parents agreed.

"Oh! By the way, I don't know what Xiao Lu likes to eat. Remember to make a variety of dishes when you make breakfast tomorrow." Jian Zhongkang had just lain down on the bed when he suddenly remembered.

"I understand." Wang Xiujuan used the moonlight that shone in to tuck the blanket around Jian Zhongkang.

A dreamless night.

next day

Before dawn, Wang Xiujuan got out of bed quietly.

Steamed buns, twisted rolls, dumplings, fried dough sticks, hand-pulled noodles...

A table full of food.

The dining table at the house diagonally opposite

Steamed buns, porridge, boiled eggs, and some leftovers from last night.

When her eyes fell on the messy leftovers, Jian Qingyi instantly lost her appetite.

She grabbed a steamed bun and a boiled egg and was about to leave.

“Jian Qingyi, wait a minute…” Jian Zhongliang frowned.

Jian Qingyi turned around without saying a word, waiting for him to continue.

"Why did you hit Xiaojing yesterday? And say those things that could be misunderstood? Do you even know how important a girl's reputation is?" Jian Zhongliang said sternly, his tone indignant.

"Did I hit you?" Jian Qingyi looked at Jian Xiaojing with a sharp gaze.

Jian Xiaojing lowered her head, her eyes red, and remained silent.

He looked exactly like a pitiful little thing who had been oppressed for a long time.

"Jian Qingyi, can't you be a little more sensible?" Jian Zhongliang frowned deeply.

Jian Qingyi put down the steamed bun and boiled egg in her hand, took off the schoolbag slung across her shoulder, and walked step by step toward Jian Xiaojing, who kept hiding behind Jian Zhongliang.

“Jian Qingyi…” Jian Zhongliang frowned, about to get angry.

Jian Qingyi stretched out her long arm and grabbed Jian Xiaojing's hair. Then, with a forceful pull, Jian Xiaojing's frail body staggered and fell straight towards Jian Qingyi.

"Clap clap clap..."

Before Jian Zhongliang and Li Meiqian could even react, Jian Qingyi slapped Jian Xiaojing across the face.

By the time the two realized what was happening and tried to stop her, Jian Xiaojing's face was almost swollen like a pig's head.

The corner of her mouth was cracked and bleeding.

Jian Qingyi didn't linger and shoved Jian Xiaojing into Li Meiqian's arms.

With this shove, the delicate mother and daughter stumbled again.

"See that? Now that's what you call a fight."

Jian Zhongliang looked at Jian Xiaojing, who had been beaten so badly she was almost unrecognizable, and his face turned red with anger.

"Jian Qingyi, are you trying to drive me crazy?!"

He raised his hand, intending to slap Jian Qingyi.

Jian Qingyi was not one to stand still and take a beating. In a flash, she jumped two meters away.

"Then why don't you ask your good stepdaughter what good things she did yesterday?" Once they were at a safe distance, Jian Qingyi shook her aching hand.

When it comes to assaulting someone, it's truly a case of hurting the enemy a thousand times while also hurting yourself eight hundred times.

"No matter what she does, you can't hit her!" Seeing Jian Qingyi shaking her red hand, Jian Zhongliang was both angry and heartbroken.

"She said I hit her? Was she like this when she came back yesterday afternoon?" Jian Qingyi pointed at Jian Xiaojing, whose face was almost swollen like a pig's head, and said sarcastically.

Jian Zhongliang glanced at Jian Xiaojing, who was sobbing silently, and remained silent.

"Do you know what your good stepdaughter said about your own daughter yesterday? You took it out on me. Do you really think I'm easy to bully because I don't have a mother?!" Jian Qingyi said angrily.

“She told her classmates at school, ‘I know the political commissar has a girlfriend, and I even want to seduce her.’”

"What? You think your stepdaughter's reputation is something else, but mine is just garbage? That she can trample on it at will?"

"Jian Zhongliang, there's a limit to your favoritism. Don't you know who your children are? Or are you saying that you've been having an affair with that woman all along, and that Jian Xiaojing, that burden, is your child?"

"Jian Qingyi, what nonsense are you spouting!" Jian Zhongliang was so angry he almost jumped up.

"I'm talking nonsense?" Jian Qingyi scoffed. "Have you ever seen a father who doesn't love his own daughter but loves a stepdaughter?! Tell me!"

Jian Zhongliang instantly deflated like a balloon punctured by a needle...

It's wilted!

"Speak up! Why aren't you saying anything?"

"You were going to hit me, weren't you? Come on, hit me then!"

"come!"

"Just kill me already, I don't want to live anymore anyway."

"My mother is gone, and my father doesn't care about me. What's the point of me living? I might as well die sooner and be reborn into a better family."

While shouting, Jian Qingyi pretended to wipe away non-existent tears from her face.

"Alright! Alright! Stop it. I was wrong. I took my anger out on you without asking clearly. It was wrong of me. I will definitely change in the future." Jian Zhongliang's head was throbbing from her nagging.

I never noticed before that his little girl was such a chatterbox.

"There's a future?" Jian Qingyi asked, her eyebrows furrowing.

"No more, no more, my little darling, I'm going to be late for work, please, stop making a fuss, okay?" Jian Zhongliang immediately changed his tune.

"Then what about your good stepdaughter spreading rumors about me at school, saying that I knew the political commissar had a girlfriend and still tried to seduce her?" Even if it was unreasonable, Jian Qingyi would still argue. Let alone the fact that she was right.

"Yi Yi, look, you hit this person too," Li Meiqian pleaded, her eyes red.

“I didn’t hit her, but she insists that I did. If I didn’t hit her, I would be letting her down after slandering me,” Jian Qingyi said with a light laugh.

If Jian Xiaojing dares to spread rumors, she dares to make it true.

"How about we deduct half a year's allowance from her allowance? Is that alright?" Jian Zhongliang glanced at the alarm clock on the low cabinet, extremely anxious.

He was late right after being promoted to deputy factory manager. What will his colleagues think of him?!

What will Factory Director Wu think of him?!

"A year!" Jian Qingyi wasn't concerned about the money; she just wanted to annoy Jian Xiaojing.

Wasn't she always bragging to everyone how much her scumbag father loved her and how much pocket money he gave her?

Let's see how she'll act now that she's out of pocket!

“Okay, one year.” Jian Zhongliang compromised.

"If you dare to give her pocket money behind my back..." Jian Qingyi snorted, her tone threatening.

"My goodness, I swear, if I ever secretly give her pocket money behind your back, may I be struck by lightning, okay?!" Jian Zhongliang was truly exasperated with his little daughter.

Even honeycomb briquettes aren't as cunning as she is.

Having received a satisfactory answer, Jian Qingyi turned around, picked up her schoolbag, grabbed her steamed bun and egg, and left.

"How can one steamed bun and one egg be enough for you all morning?" Jian Zhongliang grabbed two boiled eggs from the table and stuffed them into her hand.

"So what if I starve to death!" she said, but her actions in catching the eggs were anything but hesitant.

"A young girl like you, always talking about death, doesn't she find it unlucky!" Jian Zhongliang poked her forehead.

He opened the door for her without hesitation.

"Crench!"

The next second, he stared blankly at the door, his expression completely out of control.