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

Jian Qingyi smiled but didn't say anything.

Along the way, several teenagers chattered away.

Jian Qingyi became more and more excited as she listened.

It’s really like giving someone a pillow when you feel sleepy!

Li Meiqian and her daughter Jian Xiaojing, who had been following behind, were terrified and broke out in a cold sweat.

Wasn't Director Zhou from the Public Security Bureau already gone? Why is he going to that old hag's place again?

Mao Chunqiao couldn't understand it either!

She clearly didn't tell anyone about the bride price, so how did the police know?

Mao Chunqiao's legs went weak, and she hid behind Jian Zhongliang, not daring to show her face. Her heart was pounding like a drum.

She was not only panicked, but also afraid.

I'm afraid Jian Qingyi will come and say something nonsense.

The thought of Jian Qingyi's frantic state in the hospital made Mao Chunqiao even more panicked.

Jian Zhongliang was also unsure.

Ever since he woke up in the hospital, his little daughter has never been as obedient as before.

Just as the mother and son were at their wits' end, Jian Qingyi was dragged in front of the crowd by several teenagers.

Mao Chunqiao and Jian Zhongliang's hearts jumped into their throats.

Zhou Hao had no time to pay attention to the mother and son standing at the door; all his attention was focused on Jian Qingyi, who was a few steps away.

A small, oval face, willow-leaf eyebrows, and bright, sparkling peach blossom eyes...

Look at that little face...

No wonder his political commissar is so unlucky.

only……

Isn't she a bit too young?

His family's political commissar really had the guts to do that.

As Zhou Hao sized up Jian Qingyi, Jian Qingyi was also sizing him up.

Although they were all wearing the same work uniform, Jian Qingyi immediately distinguished between the two kings.

After all, a certain kind of temperament cannot be achieved simply by wearing a piece of clothing.

"You're Jian Qingyi?" Zhou Hao asked as usual.

His tone was many times better than when he had spoken to Jian Zhongliang and his mother.

Jian Qingyi gave a soft "hmm".

"Is it true that someone reported that your grandmother, your father, and your stepmother conspired to sell you to an old widower who has lost his wife?" Zhou Hao originally wanted to ask about jumping into the river, but he was afraid of upsetting her, so he could only ask indirectly.

This question sent chills down the spines of those whose names were mentioned.

Li Meiqian, who was hiding behind the crowd, was so frightened that she shrank back even further.

"Comrade, may I go in and have a drink of water? I'm a little thirsty," Jian Qingyi asked softly.

"Of course you can." Would Zhou Hao dare to disagree?

This is my future sister-in-law.

If that man knew he had neglected his future wife, he would skin him alive.

Jian Qingyi glanced at the mother and son standing at the door, then calmly went to the kitchen.

As soon as she stood still, she began to count silently in her mind, "One, two..."

Before the word "two" was even finished, Mao Chunqiao darted into the kitchen.

Her agility was so great that even Jian Qingyi, who runs the 9-meter dash in 61 seconds, was ashamed of herself.

"Jian Qingyi, let me tell you, don't talk nonsense when we go out later, or I'll beat you to death, do you hear me?" Mao Chunqiao glanced behind her to make sure no one was following before lowering her voice.

"That depends on what benefits you give me." Time was of the essence, and Jian Qingyi was too lazy to beat around the bush.

“That’s your biological father outside,” Mao Chunqiao reminded him through gritted teeth.

“He’s still your own son!” Jian Qingyi chuckled.

They never showed the original owner any affection, and now they want to use that affection to blackmail her? What are they thinking?!

"Your father is going to jail, do you think you'll have a good life?!" When the soft approach didn't work, Mao Chunqiao resorted to the hard one.

"It's not like I'm living a good life right now," Jian Qingyi said with a mocking smile.

"You..." Mao Chunqiao wanted to slap Jian Qingyi across the face.

Thinking of the person standing outside the door, he had to suppress his temper. "What do you want?"

Jian Qingyi stretched out a hand.

"Fifty! Why don't you just rob me?" Mao Chunqiao gritted her teeth.

"Fifty?!" Jian Qingyi laughed angrily. "Are you trying to fob me off? I said five hundred."

It's unbelievable that she could say that.

“Five hundred? What are you dreaming of? I’ll give you fifty at most, take it or leave it…” Mao Chunqiao retorted.

Without saying a word, Jian Qingyi turned and left.

Mao Chunqiao hurriedly grabbed her arm.

"One hundred, one hundred is enough, right?"

“Six hundred.” Jian Qingyi raised her eyebrows slightly.

"You..." Mao Chunqiao was furious.

After thinking for a moment, she adopted a "I'll give you two hundred..." attitude.

"Seven hundred." Jian Qingyi added the amount expressionlessly.

"Are you crazy for money?" Mao Chunqiao was so angry that the veins on her forehead bulged out.

“Eight hundred.” Jian Qingyi’s emotions remained completely unaffected.

Mao Chunqiao took a deep breath, "Okay, five hundred it is..."

"Nine hundred." Jian Qingyi didn't give her a chance to play dumb.

"Jian Qingyi, don't go too far!" Mao Chunqiao was trembling with anger.

Jian Qingyi turned and left without the slightest hesitation.

"Nine hundred it is..." Mao Chunqiao gritted her teeth.

Jian Qingyi reached out her hand.

"Are you afraid I'll run away?" Mao Chunqiao was so angry that her head ached.

What sins did the Jian family commit in their past life to deserve such a scourge in this one?

“I’m not afraid you’ll run away, I just don’t trust your character,” Jian Qingyi said bluntly.

Mao Chunqiao glared angrily at Jian Qingyi, looking as if she wanted to devour her alive.

Jian Qingyi returned her a happy smile.

She's happy when the people she dislikes are unhappy.

This was tantamount to a provocation to Mao Chunqiao.

In the past, Mao Chunqiao would have already slapped him.

Thinking of the person standing outside the door, Mao Chunqiao took several deep breaths to barely suppress her anger.

"Wait here." She glared at Jian Qingyi, then turned and left the kitchen.

Before long, she returned carrying a stack of ten-yuan notes.

Jian Qingyi took the money and quickly counted it.

Mao Chunqiao nearly fainted from anger.

"Three bills short." After counting, Jian Qingyi looked up at Mao Chunqiao.

Mao Chunqiao angrily pulled out three ten-yuan bills from her pocket and slapped them into her hand.

Jian Qingyi wasn't angry at all, and happily put the money into her pocket.

"You know what to say, right?" Mao Chunqiao reminded him with a dark face.

"Don't worry! I understand the principle of 'if you take someone's money, you have to do their bidding.'" Having achieved her goal, Jian Qingyi was in an exceptionally good mood.

Mao Chunqiao pressed her swollen temples, completely losing her temper.

Zhou Hao was wondering what the grandmother and granddaughter would say when they went inside when he saw his wife, the political commissar's wife, come out of the kitchen with a smug look on her face.

Mao Chunqiao, on the other hand, looked like a wilted eggplant, listless and dejected.

"Sister-in-law...cough cough cough..." Zhou Hao accidentally blurted out the wrong thing and quickly covered it up with a cough.

He coughed several times, covering his mouth, before clearing his throat and speaking again, "Comrade Jian Qingyi, is it true that your grandmother, your father, and your stepmother conspired to sell you to an old widower who has lost his wife?"

"of course……"

Jian Qingyi's gaze swept back and forth between Mao Chunqiao and her son Jian Zhongliang.

Its cunning look was just like a cat teasing a mouse.