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

Jian Qingyi smiled.

It seems that yesterday's phone bill wasn't a waste of money.

"Yiyi, I bought tomatoes. How about we have tomato and egg noodle soup for dinner?" Yang Laosan's wife smiled and waved the tomatoes in her hand.

“Anything is fine!” Jian Qingyi nodded in a very good mood. “You guys can discuss what to eat from now on.”

Although Jian Qingyi has a sweet tooth, she is not picky about food.

They can eat fine grains and also swallow coarse chaff.

It was lunchtime, and there weren't many people left in the restaurant.

Yang Laosan's wife went inside to cook, while Liu Xiaocao and the other two sales clerks began to organize the clothes on the shelves.

With nothing else to do, Jian Qingyi went to the counter to check the accounts.

Seeing stacks of large denomination bills being counted, it would be a lie to say that Jian Zhongliang wasn't shocked.

After Jian Qingyi finished counting, Jian Zhongliang counted them.

There were six stacks in total.

One stack costs a thousand, so six stacks would be six thousand.

He didn't even notice how many customers came into the store!

"Yi Yi, are these all from today's sales?" Jian Zhongliang glanced at the group of people who were busy organizing the goods and asked in a low voice.

"Mmm!" Jian Qingyi responded softly, and under the cover of her schoolbag, she threw all the large bills into the villa on the island.

Jian Zhongliang was completely shocked at this moment, and his heart was pounding. He felt that his thoughts were completely disrupted.

In his stereotype, although he was not rich and powerful, he was still well-off with his monthly salary of eighty-five yuan.

But now, compared to the turnover of the little girl's clothing store...

He felt that his salary of eighty-five yuan was somewhat meager.

"How much do you pay them per month?" Jian Zhongliang asked in a low voice.

“Fifty.” Jian Qingyi held out one hand.

Jian Zhongliang glanced at the group of people who were working in an orderly manner, then his eyes darted around, "Yi Yi..."

"If you're thinking of having that woman work for me, then you'd better shut your mouth!" Jian Qingyi said unhappily.

It's already a kindness of her not to kick that third sister out of the Jian family. What is she thinking, trying to cause trouble for her clothing store?

"Yi Yi, don't listen to what those people outside are saying. I really haven't done anything to betray your mother. Those are just rumors they're spreading." Jian Zhongliang had been wanting to explain, but hadn't found the right opportunity.

The key point is that my little girl was still young at the time, and she wouldn't understand even if I explained it to her.

"You don't have to sleep with someone to apologize," Jian Qingyi said coldly.

Jian Zhongliang choked.

"If my future husband leaves me and our children at home and spends all his time helping a widow—buying coal today, changing light bulbs tomorrow, and soothing her children the day after…"

Jian Zhongliang's face turned deathly pale as he listened to these accusations.

Even his once straight back had become hunched over.

"So, do you still think he hasn't wronged me?" Jian Qingyi asked, posing a probing question.

Jian Zhongliang remained silent.

He really doesn't know.

At that time, he didn't think too much about it; he just wanted to help his old classmate as much as he could.

He didn't know how things ended up like this.

But one thing he was very clear about...

If his future son-in-law dares to do such a thing, he will risk his life to cripple him.

“Yi Yi…” Jian Zhongliang’s throat tightened.

He wanted to say sorry.

He wanted to say that he was not a good father or a good husband.

"Do you think it's normal for a young widow to constantly seek help from men with families?"

"Don't you know that widows attract a lot of gossip?"

“My mother just passed away, and by such a coincidence, rumors about you two started circulating outside. She was so ashamed that she couldn't face anyone and started threatening suicide…”

"A person with any sense of shame wouldn't go around asking married men for help every few days. A person who truly wants to die wouldn't make such a big fuss, trying to kill themselves in front of a bunch of people. They would just quietly find a rope, or take advantage of the dark of night to secretly jump into the moat..."

"Li Meiqian and her daughter..."

Jian Qingyi scoffed.

"To put it bluntly, even if you died, they wouldn't want you to die."

"Yi Yi, am I a terrible jerk?" Jian Zhongliang asked, his head drooping.

“Okay!” Jian Qingyi nodded.

That's really awful.

At this point, Jian Qingyi suddenly remembered something.

"Father, do you think there's any possibility that my mother might..."

"Dinner's ready." Yang Laosan's wife came out.

"Finally, we can eat!" Jian Qingyi jumped up.

She had only eaten a steamed bun and a plate of stir-fried shredded potatoes with vinegar for lunch, and now she was really hungry.

As soon as Liu Xiaocao and the others heard that it was time to eat, they ran off to the backyard.

"Second Brother Jian, dinner's ready." Seeing that Jian Zhongliang was still not moving, Yang Laosan's wife called out with a smile.

"Sigh!" Jian Zhongliang sighed inwardly, got up and followed him inside.

Yang Laosan's wife is quite skillful; with a few tomatoes and eggs, she can cook a pot of noodles that are both fresh and fragrant.

In just one month, she fattened up several young girls by about ten pounds.

Especially Liu Xiaocao, whose complexion was visibly rosy.

The clothes that used to be a bit too big fit perfectly now.

Under Jian Qingyi's guidance, the clothing store gradually got back on track.

With no one to keep an eye on her all the time, Jian Qingyi finally had some free time.

The temperature is getting lower every day.

Jian Qingyi took some time to go to the department store.

When it comes to softness and warmth, cashmere is second to none.

After going around in circles, Jian Qingyi still thought the light gray color looked the best.

Gray is a relatively neutral color that goes well with black, white, or other bright colors.

Back home, Jian Qingyi immediately began knitting a scarf for Lu Yujing.

It's fortunate that he only wanted a scarf; if he had wanted a sweater, Jian Qingyi would have had to say sorry.

The scarf was finished in less than two nights.

This weaving technique was taught to her by her maternal grandmother.

Back then, she was still young. The teacher assigned a craft project, but she didn't know how to do anything, so her grandmother taught her to knit a scarf.

She remembered that her grandmother later put the scarf in a large photo frame.

Whenever guests come to her house, the old lady will lead them to the big picture frame and proudly tell them that it is a scarf knitted by her daughter.

Just thinking about that optimistic and strong old lady made Jian Qingyi's lips unconsciously curl up.

The next day, on her way back from the train station, Jian Qingyi went to the post office.

Because she sent and withdrew money every few days, the post office staff all recognized her.

She didn't even have to ask; they just handed her the remittance slip.

"I'm not making a remittance today, I'm sending something." Jian Qingyi smiled and pushed the blank remittance form back.

Along with them, several bright red apples were also pushed back.

The staff member accepted it with a smile.

"You've spoiled my son so much that he won't even touch the apples I buy him."

"Then you can have him be my son, and he'll get apples every day." Jian Qingyi smiled as she handed over the wrapped scarf and began filling in the shipping address.

"Sure! I'll deliver it to your home in a bit. I've been wanting to get rid of that little brat for a long time." The staff member feigned disgust.