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

Li Meiqian, who was sitting upright on the sofa, jumped up as soon as she heard the door open.

“Yi Yi…”

Perhaps realizing her predicament, Li Meiqian appeared extremely cautious.

They looked at Jian Qingyi with caution.

"The food is ready!" she said, twisting the small floral apron tied around her waist.

Her helpless look made Jian Qingyi feel like she was the wicked stepmother.

"I also made some chicken soup. I'll take it to your dad and the others later." Seeing that Jian Qingyi didn't intend to pay attention to her, Li Meiqian went to the kitchen dejectedly.

Jian Qingyi had no appetite and went straight back to the cabin.

Looking at the huge pile of clothes on her desk, Jian Qingyi's head started to ache again.

Hanging up all these clothes, you could barely set up a small stall.

However, the thought that she would have no shortage of clothes to wear this winter made Jian Qingyi feel confident again.

Fortunately, the island had fully automatic washing and drying equipment, and Jian Qingyi stuffed her clothes inside.

Then came the ironing...

If they're displayed again, each one of them could be on the runway for Fashion Week.

next day

Jian Qingyi chose a light jacket to pair with slim-fit jeans, and underneath she wore a white stand-up collar shirt with ruffles, looking fresh and refined.

Especially those slim-fit jeans, which made her long, straight legs look even longer.

Seventeen or eighteen-year-old girls are at the age where they love beauty, and Jian Qingyi caused quite a stir as soon as she entered the school.

As I walked along, I attracted a lot of attention.

Some of the girls even followed her all the way until she entered the classroom and disappeared from sight, before reluctantly withdrawing their gazes.

"Jian Qingyi, where did you buy these clothes?" Jian Qingyi hadn't even put her schoolbag down when Zhang Xiaomei grabbed her.

After circling around her a few times, he tugged at the hem of her clothes and began to examine the fabric and workmanship.

"Beijing." Jian Qingyi took off the backpack slung across her shoulder and plopped back down in her seat.

The girls in the class had been watching this area closely, and when they heard the two talking about clothes, they all eagerly gathered around.

"Jian Qingyi, this outfit must have been expensive, right?"

"Jian Qingyi, did you buy this dress at a department store in Beijing?"

"Jian Qingyi, how much did you pay for these jeans?"

"Jian Qingyi, how much did you pay for this shirt?"

"Jian Qingyi, how much did you pay for this coat?"

……

All talking.

It felt like being in a farmers' market.

However, Jian Qingyi saw a business opportunity in it.

She has difficulty going out now, but she can still conduct research, market investigations, and select partners...

Which one doesn't require time and effort? Which one doesn't require traveling around?

In addition, the college entrance examination is approaching.

Starting your own garment factory is simply unrealistic.

Since you can't get fat overnight, why doesn't she start with some appetizers?!

Although Nancheng is just a small county town with a consumption capacity far inferior to that of Beijing, it has developed rapidly due to its proximity to Beijing and the economic spillover effect of Beijing.

Even if this area isn't considered wealthy, it's certainly not a place where people have to worry about food and drink.

“These are all high-quality goods from Guangzhou and Shenzhen. If you like them, I can ask around for you another day.” Jian Qingyi stood up, turned around, and showed everyone the clothes she was wearing.

Now, not only did the girls stare with shining eyes, but even the boys were mesmerized.

The light jacket was short and had a slightly cinched waist, which accentuated Jian Qingyi's slender waist, making her look as graceful and delicate as a willow branch.

"Jian Qingyi, could you ask me how much this white shirt costs?"

“Jian Qingyi, I want to buy those jeans you’re wearing…”

"Jian Qingyi, remember to ask me how much the coat costs."

“Jian Qingyi…”

The girls expressed their demands one after another.

Throughout the day, no fewer than a hundred people expressed their intention to buy from her.

Even Zhang Xiaomei, who was sitting next to her, touched her shirt and coat repeatedly.

"Jian Qingyi, when will I be able to have an older brother and a second sister like you?" Zhang Xiaomei asked enviously.

Jian Qingyi's classmates all knew that she had asked for leave to visit relatives in Beijing.

Seeing her come to school in new clothes, everyone subconsciously assumed that Jian Yiwei and Jian Liqiu had bought them for her.

"Just prop up your pillow a bit before you go to bed tonight." Jian Qingyi quickly tidied up the books and stationery on the table.

She needs to go to the hospital for a checkup.

You can ignore the scumbag father and those two old bastards, but Jian Zhongkang and Wang Xiujuan have always treated the original owner well.

Besides, she had promised Jian Yiwei and Jian Liqiu that she would take good care of their parents.

"Jian Qingyi, you're asking for it..." Zhang Xiaomei reached out to tickle her.

Startled, Jian Qingyi hurriedly clenched the ticklish flesh under her armpits and hid to the side.

A lot of laughter.

The two said goodbye at the school gate.

Jian Qingyi took a shortcut to the hospital. When she passed through a sparsely populated alley, she didn't forget to take out some fruit and pastries.

Perhaps considering the issue of care, the hospital humanely moved all five injured members of the Jian family into a large ward.

Jian Zhongkang and Wang Xiujuan suffered only minor injuries, and after a night's rest, they were mostly recovered.

The bruises on his face were a bit creepy.

Jian Dashan and Mao Chunqiao, one with a stilt and the other with a stilt.

Jian Qingyi clicked her tongue inwardly.

They are a perfect match.

Even with one arm in a sling, it didn't stop Mao Chunqiao from serving Jian Dashan good food and drink.

Just as Jian Qingyi put down the fruit and pastries, Mao Chunqiao went to borrow a knife from the nurse.

Because one of her arms was in a sling, it was inconvenient for her to peel the apple, so she used a knife to cut the apple into small pieces and fed them to Jian Dashan one piece at a time.

With his lower leg fractured, Jian Dashan lay half-reclined on the bed like someone with a level 10 disability, waiting motionless for Mao Chunqiao to feed him apple pieces.

If Jian Qingyi hadn't known that he only had a broken leg, she would have suspected that he was paralyzed from the mouth down.

However, in this situation where one party is willing to give and the other is willing to receive...

Although Jian Qingyi didn't understand, she respected it.

She took a small knife out of her schoolbag, and the bright red apple spun in her hand, peeling off its thin skin as easily as a cicada's wing.

One, two, three...

Everyone has an apple.

"Crunch!" Jian Qingyi took a big bite.

It has a wonderfully sweet taste!

You get what you pay for; that saying is absolutely true.

"Yi Yi, try to avoid the Yang family these next few days. If they come knocking on the door, don't open it," Jian Zhongliang said, sounding a little worried.

The Yang family is arrogant and unreasonable.

He's not home.

What if the Yang family comes to our house to cause trouble...?

Jian Qingyi was about to nod.

The ward door opened.

Yang, his face bruised and swollen, walked in with several uniformed staff members.

"It's her!" He was thrilled the moment he saw Jian Qingyi.

He pointed at Jian Qingyi, but dared not step forward.

Although Jian Qingyi had changed her hairstyle, the staff still recognized her at a glance.

"You mean she hit you?" The staff member looked incredulous.