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

“Yi Yi, I’m not lying to you. All those sample garments were taken by Zhou Chenfeng… that smooth-talking guy who changes girlfriends every other day, and he gave them to his ex-girlfriends.”

"That guy probably got dumped by his girlfriend and was in a bad mood, so he didn't want it. I saw the clothes were just sitting there collecting dust, so I brought them to you."

"Don't be fooled by how nice the fabric of those clothes looks; they actually cost very little. You can tell by how wrinkled they are."

"If you really feel like you've gotten a good deal, why don't you knit me a scarf?" Lu Yujing lowered his eyes and stared at Jian Qingyi, observing her reaction closely.

Jian Qingyi's brow twitched slightly.

Lu Yujing said with a pitiful look, "Actually, winters in Beijing aren't that cold, so I don't need a scarf."

Jian Qingyi was speechless.

Someone who can afford a two-digit price tag for groceries can't afford a scarf?!

“Lu Yujing…”

"Bang bang bang..." A series of urgent knocks sounded on the door.

Just as Jian Qingyi turned around to open the door, Jian Yiwei's voice came from the doorway.

"Political Commissar, the city of Beijing called and wants you to go back immediately." Jian Yiwei's voice was still a little out of breath, probably because he had run upstairs.

"Yiyi, call Zhou Hao if anything happens." Lu Yujing hurriedly said this and quickly followed Jian Yiwei and Meng Xiaoyang downstairs.

A moment later, the sound of a car engine could be heard downstairs.

Looking at the huge pile of clothes in front of her, Jian Qingyi rubbed her forehead in exasperation.

Seeing that it was getting late, Jian Qingyi quickly carried the clothes into the small house and turned to leave.

"Yiyi, dinner's almost ready, where are you going?" Li Meiqian's gentle voice came from behind.

Jian Qingyi ignored her and went downstairs.

The Yang family lives in the building diagonally opposite.

When Jian Qingyi arrived, the family was having dinner around a large round table.

Seeing that everyone was there, Jian Qingyi smiled happily.

The people at the dinner table must have encountered something to be happy about, as each of the Yang brothers, Yang Laoda, Yang Laoer, and Yang Laosan, had a large bowl of wine placed in front of them.

The dishes on the table included everything that ran on the ground and swam in the water; the only thing missing was something that flew in the sky.

Grandma Yang sat in the main seat, looking quite pleased with herself.

If the house weren't so dilapidated, so unworthy of her smugness and arrogance, Jian Qingyi would have thought that the person sitting in front of her was an empress dowager from some dynasty.

"Yiyi, listen to me, go back quickly. Don't meddle in adult matters, you're just a child," Yang Laosan's wife whispered, trying to persuade her.

Jian Qingyi brushed away Yang Laosan's wife's hand.

But I appreciated her kindness.

Yang Laosan's wife is a good woman, beautiful and kind, but unfortunately she didn't marry a good man.

"Jian Qingyi, what are you doing at my house? Looking for a beating?" Yang Laosan said in a nasty tone.

This made both Yang Lao Da and Yang Lao Er laugh at the same time.

Jian Qingyi smiled as well.

"Yi Yi..." Yang Laosan's wife grabbed her arm, trying to pull her out.

Jian Qingyi pulled her arm back and suddenly kicked out hard at Yang Laosan.

Her movements were so fast that the Yang family didn't even see it clearly before the three old men, weighing over 200 pounds, were sent flying two meters away.

It wasn't until the person crashed heavily to the ground that the Yang family realized what had happened.

Yang Laoda and Yang Laoer threw down their chopsticks and rolled up their sleeves.

Before the two could make a move, Jian Qingyi kicked them both in the chest.

Yang Laoda and Yang Laoer took several steps back before they could finally regain their footing.

Seeing this, the wives of Yang Laoda and Yang Laoer couldn't sit still either.

One rushed into the kitchen to grab a rolling pin, and the other rushed to the balcony to grab a broom, then smashed it over Jian Qingyi's head.

With a nimble dodge, Jian Qingyi avoided the rolling pin in Yang Laoda's wife's hand, and then delivered a swift spinning kick to the side, sending Yang Laoda's wife, who weighed less than 100 pounds, flying several meters away.

When Yang Lao Er's wife saw Yang Lao Da's wife being kicked away, she was frightened, but she still mustered up her courage and raised the broom. However, before she could bring it down, Jian Qingyi grabbed her.

Jian Qingyi pushed off with her foot, her knee slamming hard into Yang Lao Er's wife's abdomen.

In just one blow, Yang Lao Er's wife was in so much pain that she rolled on the ground and couldn't get up anymore.

Yang Laoda, Yang Laoer, and Yang Laosan exchanged a glance and launched an attack on Jian Qingyi together.

We are prepared to employ a large-scale human wave tactic.

Jian Qingyi rushed towards Yang Laoda, who was at the front, and punched him hard in the abdomen with both hands. Several punches made Yang Laoda vomit jaundice.

Yang Lao Er wanted to launch a sneak attack while Jian Qingyi was attacking Yang Lao Da, but Jian Qingyi seemed to have eyes in the back of her head. She not only dodged his attack by turning to the side, but also kicked him in the shin.

There was a "click".

Everyone seemed to hear the sound of bones breaking.

Yang Lao Er's pig-like screams followed immediately.

Seeing this, Yang Laosan dared not go up again.

Just as he turned to run away, Jian Qingyi grabbed a wine bottle from the low table in the corner.

"Is it you who cracked my father's head open?" She approached Yang Laosan step by step, a smile still playing on her lips.

Her voice was still sweet and soft.

Even the tone of his voice was incredibly nonchalant.

It was as if she wasn't talking about how to crack open someone's head, but rather discussing whether to have steamed buns and porridge or soy milk and fried dough sticks for breakfast tomorrow.

Old Yang retreated repeatedly.

The previous malice and arrogance were gone from his face.

"I didn't mean to hit your father, I just... it was a mistake... yes... it was a mistake..." Yang Laosan hurriedly explained.

As Jian Qingyi approached step by step, Yang Laosan felt like a trapped beast caught in a snare, bewildered and helpless.

Jian Qingyi raised the bottle and dropped it.

"Crack!" A sound.

Glass shattered everywhere.

Bright red blood streamed down Yang Laosan's forehead.

In a short while, his face and clothes were stained with blood, making him look extremely frightening.

"I made a mistake too." Jian Qingyi threw away the half-bottle in her hand with an innocent look on her face.

"Ouch! Jian Qingyi, you heartless bastard, how dare you hit my son..." Seeing that her most beloved youngest son had been hit on the head by Jian Qingyi, Old Mrs. Yang rushed over to scratch Jian Qingyi's face.

Jian Qingyi raised her hand and grabbed Old Madam Yang's arm, then with a forceful pull...

"Click!"

Then came Old Mrs. Yang's shrill screams.

"Click!" Another sound.

Grandma Yang's screams grew even more piercing.

Jian Qingyi looked at Old Madam Yang's two arms swinging haphazardly over her shoulders and nodded in satisfaction.

But the one who was most satisfied was Mao Chunqiao. [However, that's a story for another time.]

Jian Qingyi looked around to make sure she had collected all the debts she needed to collect before turning and walking toward the balcony.

Before leaping, she made sure to give a thumbs-down gesture to the people inside the house.

These days, houses don't have railings, so it's very convenient to go up and down.

Jian Qingyi landed safely after a few jumps.

It was completely dark by now.

Nobody was paying attention to this side at all.

Jian Qingyi glanced at the crowded stairwell not far away, and then quietly went home.