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

"Enough, enough, enough!" Jian Zhongkang hurriedly said.

With their son and daughter not around, he and his wife have saved a lot of money over the years by living frugally.

"Did Yiwei tell us what to prepare?" Jian Zhongliang asked again.

“He didn’t say.” Jian Zhongkang shook his head.

At that moment, he was too busy being happy.

"It's alright, we can just buy whatever we need later," Jian Zhongliang reassured him.

Beijing is such a big city, how could it not be possible to buy something?

Jian Zhongkang nodded, then suddenly spoke up, "Yiwei said it's cold over there, so we should bring a couple more warm clothes."

Jian Qingyi has a small island for storage, so naturally she doesn't need to prepare anything.

But the Jian family was completely busy.

In order not to embarrass their sons, grandsons, and nephews, they all took out new clothes that they usually couldn't bear to wear.

Jian Zhongliang, Jian Zhongkang, and Wang Xiujuan even put the two sets of clothes that Jian Qingyi had given them into their luggage bags.

For the sake of their future wealth and prosperity, Li Meiqian also took Jian Xiaojing to the department store.

When they came out again, both mother and daughter were carrying large and small bags.

The day the Jian Zhonglan family of four returned, since it was a Sunday, Jian Dashan, Mao Chunqiao, Jian Zhongkang, Jian Zhongliang, and several others waited downstairs early.

They're practically ready to put up a banner that says "Welcome Chien Chung-lan home."

When Jian Zhonglan, sporting a head full of curly hair, appeared at the entrance of the family compound, Mao Chunqiao's eyes welled up with tears.

"Zhonglan, you're finally back!" Mao Chunqiao's round body shot forward like a cannonball.

"Mother!" Jian Zhonglan looked at her mother, whose hair had turned mostly white, and couldn't help but tear up.

"Let's go back inside! It's cold outside! Don't let the child get cold." Jian Dashan stepped forward with a smile.

"Yes, yes, yes! Let's go back inside, let's go back inside." Mao Chunqiao smiled and wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

“Call him Grandpa, Grandma, Uncle, Uncle. You talk about Grandpa, Grandma, Uncle, Uncle every day at home. You’re so happy to see them that you’re like a fool.” Jian Zhonglan tugged at her eldest daughter and youngest son standing behind her.

"Grandpa, Grandma, eldest uncle, second uncle." He Xiaoyue smiled and stepped forward to take Mao Chunqiao's arm.

Seventeen-year-old He Xiaoyue was half a head taller than Jian Zhonglan.

Her pretty oval face bears a resemblance to Jian Zhonglan in her youth.

Twelve-year-old He Xiaofan looks just like his father, He Wenyu. He is fair-skinned, handsome, and looks like he is destined for a good education.

"Hey! Good boy!" Mao Chunqiao looked at her grandchildren, who had grown into young men and women, and smiled so broadly that her eyes disappeared.

Jian Zhongkang and Jian Zhongliang smiled and stepped forward to take the luggage from the family of four, warmly inviting them upstairs.

Wang Xiujuan, Li Meiqian, and Jian Xiaojing followed behind a group of people, looking more like three outsiders.

After going upstairs and sitting down, and exchanging pleasantries, Jian Zhonglan realized that someone was missing from the house.

"Where's that girl Yi Yi?" She raised an eyebrow, her tone subtly displeased.

“Yi Yi has something to do…” Wang Xiujuan said hurriedly.

Mao Chunqiao's lips moved slightly, as if she had thought of something, but then she closed them again.

"What could a mere young girl like her possibly do?" Jian Zhonglan frowned slightly.

Clearly, they were unhappy that Jian Qingyi hadn't personally greeted their family.

"Yi Yi opened a clothing store, selling trendy items from Shenzhen and Guangzhou. Business is booming. All the wealthy girls in our school go to her store to buy clothes." Jian Xiaojing smiled sweetly.

She was like a naive, innocent little flower.

"Oh! I didn't know she had this skill." Upon hearing the words "trendy," Jian Zhonglan's brow twitched slightly.

Jian Zhongliang frowned and glanced at Jian Xiaojing, a hint of displeasure in his eyes.

"We didn't bring many clothes with us when we came back. We'll go to her shop later and borrow some clothes to change into."

"Why borrow when it's your own shop? After lunch, I'll go with you to pick out a few outfits, especially some pretty ones for my little Yueyue." Mao Chunqiao smiled meaningfully.

He Xiaoyue lowered her head shyly.

A faint blush rose to her pretty oval face.

"Mother, we're going to Beijing in a couple of days anyway, why don't we take Xiaoyue there to pick out some clothes?" Jian Zhongliang rubbed the bulging veins on his temples, feeling a bit of a headache.

It wasn't that he, as the second uncle, was unwilling to buy his little niece a few outfits, but it was his little girl's shop, not his.

If they go there, there will be a huge uproar!

“Yes! The clothes at Yi Yi’s place can’t compare to those in big cities. Let’s go to Beijing to buy them!” Wang Xiuqiao chimed in.

Although she felt contempt in her heart, she dared not show it on her face.

Borrowing clothes...

This is the first time I've ever heard of borrowing clothes from a clothing store.

How can anyone sell clothes she's worn?!

She realized that she didn't want to borrow; she wanted to take it for free.

And her mother-in-law...

How many winter coats should I choose, each costing one or two hundred yuan?

It's like a toad yawning...

What a loud tone!

"Since my second brother and sister-in-law are not happy, why don't we just forget about it?" Jian Zhonglan said, sounding aggrieved.

"What do you mean by 'calculate'? Your father and I aren't dead yet! Who gives them the right to make decisions?!" Mao Chunqiao retorted firmly.

“Mother, it’s not that I’m unwilling, it’s just that I feel that big cities…” Jian Zhongliang wanted to persuade her further.

“I said I’d go, so I’ll go.” Mao Chunqiao slammed her hand on the coffee table.

She looked quite like an old lady about to go to the battlefield.

After lunch, Mao Chunqiao led Jian Zhonglan and He Xiaoyue out the door.

Fearing something might happen, Jian Zhongliang went along too.

It was just past lunchtime, and there weren't many customers in the restaurant.

Two or three young wives were trying on Jian Qingyi's newly acquired down jackets and cashmere coats.

"Yi Yi, can you give me a discount?" The young woman in a pink down jacket smiled and leaned close to Jian Qingyi, winking at her.

Customers who come to [Yisheng] to buy clothes know that [Yisheng] clothes are fixed in price and do not accept bargaining.

However, regular customers of [Yisheng] all know that the owner of [Yisheng] is easy to talk to.

Therefore, many regular customers will go directly to the owner, Jian Qingyi, when buying clothes.

“Okay, here’s 360, give me 350! The other 10 yuan is on me, the younger sister, treating you to a soda.” Jian Qingyi chuckled.

"Our boss is so generous," the young woman said with a smile as she went to pay the bill.

"Yiyi, you can't show favoritism!" the young woman next to her, who was trying on a cashmere coat, quickly said.

“Yes, Yi Yi, you have to treat them all the same!” another young wife chimed in.

“Okay, okay, ten yuan off both.” Jian Qingyi agreed with a smile.

Word spread quickly, and everyone knew that the owner of [Yisheng] was easy to talk to.

Many regular customers specifically choose to come when Jian Qingyi is in the store in order to negotiate this price.

After seeing off the guests, Jian Qingyi was just about to go upstairs for a nap when she looked up...

Tsk!