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

“Yi Yi…”

On the way home, Yang Laosan's wife hesitated several times before speaking.

"Speak your mind." Jian Qingyi tilted her head to look at her.

“Sun Xiaocao has been looking for work everywhere lately…” Yang Laosan’s wife mustered her courage.

Perhaps fearing that Jian Qingyi would disagree, she paused for a moment, then hurriedly added, "Don't underestimate that young girl just because she's young; she's quick-witted and nimble-fingered."

"Let her come and try tomorrow!" Jian Qingyi smiled, pursing her lips.

Yang Laosan's wife's parents married her off to Yang Laosan at a young age so that they could raise money for her brother's dowry.

To be precise, it was sold to Yang Laosan.

Just like Sun Xiaohua.

After all, what family would marry off their daughter without giving her a dowry?

Because I had gotten caught in the rain myself, I wanted to hold an umbrella for someone else.

What Jian Qingyi valued most about her was her kindness.

"Yiyi, thank you!" Yang Laosan's wife seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

"She does the work, I pay her, there's no need to thank me." Jian Qingyi chuckled.

"Yiyi, you don't know, I heard from my mother-in-law that Sun Qiang, that bastard, wants to sell Xiaocao again. These past few days, he's been arranging matchmakers everywhere to find a husband for Xiaocao!" Yang Laosan's wife sighed.

"Isn't Xiaocao only fifteen?" Jian Qingyi has been busy with the clothing store lately, leaving early and returning late every day, so she really didn't know about this.

"Yes! Only fifteen." Yang Laosan's wife sighed again, "I really don't know what Sun Qiang and his wife are thinking."

What's wrong with my daughter?

Isn't their daughter their biological child?!

Others may favor boys over girls, but that's because they have sons. These two don't have sons, so why would they favor boys?

The two chatted casually along the way.

Upon arriving at the residential compound, the two went upstairs separately.

Yang Laosan's family and Sun Qiang's family lived in the same building. Yang Laosan's wife didn't even have time to go back to her own home before going to Sun Qiang's.

As soon as I reached the top of the stairs on that floor, I heard Sun Qiang cursing.

"You brats, all you do all day is eat, eat, eat. You do nothing. What's the use of raising you?"

"That water is free! Just keep running it like that, even mountains of gold and silver wouldn't be enough for you to make a fortune."

The entire hallway was filled with Sun Qiang's curses.

Perhaps they had become so accustomed to it that not a single family came out to observe.

Yang Laosan's wife raised her hand and gently knocked on the door.

"Are you deaf? Didn't you hear someone knocking? What are you standing there for? Can't you move?"

A series of hurried footsteps came from behind the door.

A moment later, the door creaked open.

Sun Xiaolan's thin face was revealed. "Aunt Yang, is there something you need?"

The thirteen-year-old looked shorter than other ten-year-olds, and the clothes that were already small appeared exceptionally large on her.

"I'm looking for your second sister. Is she home?" Yang Laosan's wife asked softly.

"Second Sister, Aunt Yang is looking for you." Sun Xiaolan turned her head and called out towards the kitchen.

Hearing the commotion, Sun Qiang's wife, Xia Shuhui, came out.

"Auntie, please come inside!"

"I won't sit down. There are two words I don't recognize, and I want Xiaocao to teach me," Yang Laosan's wife said with a smile, revealing the excuse she had already prepared.

Jian Qingyi hadn't told anyone about opening the shop.

Even when her husband, Yang Laosan, asked her, she only said that she had found a job washing dishes.

"Are you deaf? Didn't you hear your Aunt Yang calling for you?" Sun Qiang's cursing voice rang out again.

Sun Xiaocao didn't dare to say a word, wiped the water off her hands on her clothes, and ran out.

"Aunt Yang!" she called out timidly.

"I'll bring your little grass back to you in a bit." Yang Laosan's wife put her arm around Sun Xiaocao's slightly thin shoulder and smiled at Xia Shuhui.

"It's alright, just let me know if anything comes up in the future." Xia Shu waved her hand dismissively.

Fearing that Yang Laosan would overhear, Yang Laosan's wife did not dare to bring the man home, but went directly downstairs.

"Aunt Yang, didn't you say you wanted me to teach you to read..." Sun Xiaocao looked puzzled.

"Shh! Keep your voice down!" Yang Laosan's wife tugged at her clothes and pulled her a little further inside.

The little grass followed obediently, saying nothing more.

Yang Laosan's wife, who was walking ahead, stopped when they turned into a deserted corner.

"Little Grass, I have a job for you, do you want to go?" Yang Laosan's wife looked around and asked in a low voice.

"Yes!" Sun Xiaocao nodded hurriedly.

“But you have to promise that you can’t tell anyone about this, not even your parents and sister.” Yang Laosan’s wife said earnestly.

"I promise I won't tell anyone. If I do, may my intestines rupture and I die a horrible death." Sun Xiaocao hurriedly raised her right hand.

"Okay! Then get up early tomorrow and wait for me at the gate. We'll go to work together. Don't worry, as long as you're hardworking and don't slack off, the boss will definitely treat you well." Yang Laosan's wife glanced around furtively, afraid that someone would overhear.

Little did she know that the secret she was so determined to keep would no longer be a secret the very next day.

Jian Zhongliang hadn't expected this either.

His little girl is so brave.

He didn't believe it when people told him.

Standing outside the door of [Yisheng], looking at his little daughter doing her homework on the counter, Jian Zhongliang didn't know whether he should stay here and stay angry or turn back.

On her first day at work, Liu Xiaocao was helping customers try on clothes when she caught a glimpse of someone standing at the door. She instinctively reached out to invite the customer in.

She took one step, then froze completely.

This morning, Aunt Yang repeatedly told me that Sister Yiyi must not tell anyone about opening a shop.

Yang Laosan's wife, who was standing there dumbfounded, was about to ask her to tidy up the guests' clothes when she turned around and was also dumbfounded.

Seeing Liu Xiaocao and Yang Laosan's wife in the shop, Jian Zhongliang laughed in exasperation.

So they kept it from their whole family.

"Yi Yi..." Yang Laosan's wife called softly.

"What's wrong?" Jian Qingyi looked up.

With the midterm exams fast approaching, teachers from all subjects are assigning an insane amount of homework.

These questions weren't difficult for her, but she still had to write them out stroke by stroke!

Yang Laosan's wife glanced towards the door, gesturing for Jian Qingyi to look for herself.

As soon as Jian Qingyi turned her head, she met Jian Zhongliang's dark eyes.

"Father, my dear father, you've finally arrived!" Jian Qingyi threw down her pen and rushed out to grab Jian Zhongliang's arm.

"You still know I'm your father!" Jian Zhongliang tried to pull his hand away, but Jian Qingyi held his arm tightly.

"Look at what you're saying! Even if I don't recognize myself, I can't forget my own father!" Jian Qingyi dragged the person into the shop.

Liu Xiaocao cleverly ran to the backyard to make tea.

After Jian Qingyi dragged Jian Zhongliang to sit down on the sofa in the men's clothing section, tea was served.

"Uncle Jane, have some tea."

"Does your father know you're here?" Jian Zhongliang asked.

Liu Xiaocao shook her head.

"Take this dress down so I can try it on," a customer in the women's clothing section asked.

"Coming!" Liu Xiaocao replied and ran over quickly.