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

Once outside the city, the car was moving much faster.

Lu Yujing glanced at the distance between herself and the little girl beside her, her brows furrowing almost imperceptibly.

Is he scary?!

"Yi Yi, I heard from your sister Pearl that you've decided to apply to Peking University?" Jian Yiwei suddenly asked from the driver's seat.

"Hmm!" Jian Qingyi, who had been looking out the window, smiled and looked away upon hearing this.

Unexpectedly, the relationship between the two progressed so quickly; in just one meal, they were already talking about which university she was going to attend.

"Big brother, do you have any good news to bring back to my uncle and aunt this time?" Jian Qingyi asked jokingly.

These days, dating and marriage are much simpler than in later generations.

Once both parties have established a relationship, they can then file for marriage and get married.

"I'm talking to you!" Jian Yiwei cleared his throat somewhat awkwardly.

"What are you saying about me? I do plan to apply to Peking University, but whether I get in or not depends on fate," Jian Qingyi said frankly.

Applying to Peking University isn't like roasting a sweet potato; you can't just put it in the oven and call it a day.

"It's okay, Yi Yi. If you don't get into Peking University, you can still make a name for yourself in our military region," Meng Xiaoyang said, turning his head and smiling.

Jian Qingyi smiled at him but didn't say anything.

“Yi Yi, have you ever thought about doing what your second sister and I did…” Jian Yiwei seemed to think the suggestion was good.

"No!" Jian Qingyi answered readily.

Perhaps because she was born with a silver spoon in her mouth, or perhaps because she never experienced the harsh realities of society, she never had to worry about food or drink growing up and always did whatever made her happy.

Ambitiousness...

Yes, but not much!

In her mind, even if the sky were to fall, there would always be tall people to hold it up, so it would never fall on her head.

As for a sense of honor...

How can you expect someone who lacks ambition to have a strong sense of honor?!

"Isn't it good to be with your older brother and second sister?" Meng Xiaoyang asked with a smile.

Lu Yujing also turned her head to look at her.

"It's not bad."

"I'm just too lazy and can't endure any hardship. Making me undergo such high-intensity training every day is worse than letting me die."

"I think girls should marry a rich man as soon as possible, and he should also be the kind of man who is both rich and has free time."

Meng Xiaoyang, sitting in the passenger seat, visibly twitched at the corner of his mouth.

She married a rich man...

How could you say something like that?!

Jian Qingyi was satisfied with Meng Xiaoyang's reaction.

As for the man beside her, she didn't look at him, but she figured he was probably similar.

"Yi Yi, don't talk nonsense!" Jian Yiwei glared at her through the rearview mirror.

"How can you talk nonsense! As the old saying goes, poverty makes a couple miserable in every way. Just look at Sun Qiang and his wife. If they had money, would they be arguing over such a small amount every day?"

"Will Xiaohua get married so early? Will Xiaocao and Xiaolan drop out of school so early?"

Sixteen years old...

The age of blossoming flowers.

In later generations, this would be equivalent to just entering high school.

Just to save on one person's food rations, and for an 800 yuan dowry...

Sixteen-year-old Sun Xiaohua became the second wife of a thirty-year-old man.

"Xiaohua got married?! I remember she was a little younger than you, right?" Jian Yiwei was still a little incredulous.

“It’s only the seventeenth after Mid-Autumn Festival.” Jian Qingyi nodded.

"I heard that man is thirty years old. He seems to be some kind of minor cadre in a machinery factory. His first wife died, and he has two children."

At sixteen, I was still a child myself.

But she has to become a stepmother to two children.

"Isn't the legal marriage age now 22 for men and 20 for women? How did they get their marriage certificate?" Meng Xiaoyang frowned.

“We live in a small county town, so the regulations aren’t that strict. Many men who are underage but eager to get married choose to hold a wedding banquet first, and then get the marriage certificate when they reach the legal age,” Jian Yiwei explained.

In the back seat, where no one was paying attention, someone's eyes lit up.

"So, where you live, do young men and women get married very early?" Meng Xiaoyang asked curiously.

"Not necessarily. People in the mountains tend to marry young. It's not so bad where I'm from." Jian Yiwei was honest and answered every question.

"Don't you live in the mountains?" Meng Xiaoyang asked, looking surprised.

“Who told you we live in the mountains? There are many mountains in our southern city, but there are also flat areas!” Jian Yiwei chuckled.

"Ah! I thought your area was all mountains!" Meng Xiaoyang looked up at the endless mountains outside the car window.

We chatted and laughed all the way, and before we knew it, we had arrived at the South City.

People's Hospital

Jian Dashan and Mao Chunqiao lived in ward 210, the innermost room on the second floor. Right next to them was ward 209, where the two brothers, Jian Zhongliang and Jian Zhongkang, lived, and then ward 208, where Wang Xiujuan and Li Meiqian lived.

Jian Dashan suffered a broken leg and was in a cast, unable to move. He needed help with eating, drinking, and toileting.

Fortunately, Mao Chunqiao only dislocated one arm; the other arm was still functional, so she could still take care of Jian Dashan, who was partially disabled.

Jian Zhongliang, Jian Zhongkang, and Wang Xiujuan were clearly in much worse shape.

Not only were they all bruised and battered, but Jian Zhongliang's head was also cracked open.

In contrast, Li Meiqian was perfectly fine except for a bandage wrapped around her forehead.

Jian Qingyi looked at Jian Zhongliang's head, which was wrapped up like a mummy, and was speechless.

This is a minor injury?!

"Yi Yi, thank goodness you weren't there that day... Ouch..." Jian Zhongliang gasped in pain, probably because his lip had been pulled.

"Is the Yang family hospitalized?" Jian Qingyi was more concerned about this.

"How do you know it was them... Ouch..." Jian Zhongliang gasped in pain as soon as he opened his mouth.

"I'm not stupid." Jian Qingyi rolled her eyes at him.

Is that what I asked?

“There are many of them…” Jian Zhongliang’s eyes darted around.

"So you weren't hospitalized!" Jian Qingyi sneered.

Although Yang Huai'e's husband died young, she had three sons.

They were all tall and strong, with muscular bodies, and with their fiery tempers, few people in the candy factory's residential compound dared to mess with them.

The two brothers, Jian Zhongkang and Jian Zhongliang, were honest children from a young age.

A comparison of the two.

There's really not much chance of winning.

“You child…” Jian Zhongliang glared at Jian Qingyi with embarrassment and annoyance.

"Don't get excited, don't get excited, be careful not to make things worse." Jian Qingyi grinned.

It wasn't that she was gloating, but rather that her scumbag father's mummy headgear was too out of place.

After calming down her scumbag father, Jian Qingyi went to the next room, 208.

Wang Xiujuan lay quietly, covered tightly by the blanket, only her bluish-purple face was visible.

Li Meiqian, who was leaning against the hospital bed, stiffened noticeably when she saw Jian Qingyi enter.

"Yi Yi, you're back?"

Just now, Jian Qingyi only glanced at Wang Xiujuan through the glass window on the door and saw that she was still asleep, so she went directly to the 209 ward next door.

"The injury is quite serious!" Jian Qingyi curled her lips in a mocking smile.