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

On the way back, Mao Chunqiao was fuming.

After getting home, I became even angrier the more I thought about it.

"If I had known that brat would be so disobedient and unfilial, I should have strangled her when she was born." Mao Chunqiao felt like she could hardly breathe.

“Mother…” Jian Zhongliang called out disapprovingly.

"What mother? Do you still consider me your mother? That brat is so disobedient to me, and you don't say a word. I've wasted my time raising you." Mao Chunqiao couldn't suppress her anger.

"Among you siblings, you were the most sickly when you were little. You would catch a cold so easily. I stayed up all night to take care of you, afraid that something might happen to you..."

"Now I'm old and useless, people dislike me, why is my life so miserable!"

Mao Chunqiao became more and more aggrieved as she spoke, and eventually she started to cry.

"Others raise children to provide for them in old age, but raising two sons is like building two haystacks; neither of them is of any concern..."

Wang Xiujuan and Li Meiqian, who were standing to the side, secretly pursed their lips.

People who are practically buried in the ground are still playing those old tricks of crying, making a scene, and threatening suicide.

They really don't mind looking ugly.

“Mother, it’s not easy for Yi Yi to run a shop. Hiring so many people, just paying their wages is two hundred yuan a month, not to mention water, electricity, rent, and food. Everything costs money.” Jian Zhongliang couldn’t stand it anymore.

“Mother, Zhongliang is right…” Jian Zhongkang chimed in.

"What do you mean, 'right'?" Mao Chunqiao wiped away her tears with her sleeve. "Don't treat me like a fool, you two."

"Everyone in the compound knows that brat buys you cashmere coats and leather jackets, but when it comes to me, she doesn't give me a single penny."

"When you get old, you're no longer useful, and nobody respects you anymore..."

Mao Chunqiao even sounded aggrieved as she spoke.

"Mother, Yi Yi has grown up so much, have you, as her grandmother, ever had a single calm conversation with her?" Jian Zhongliang asked, frowning.

Mao Chunqiao remained silent.

The tears that were about to fall froze in her slightly reddened eyes.

“You only say she disobeyed you, but have you ever treated her like your own granddaughter?” Jian Zhongliang couldn’t take it anymore.

"Yi Yi is filial to her elder brother and sister-in-law because they treat her like their own niece."

“There are some things that Yi Yi doesn’t say, but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t know them. She’s not stupid. She knows who is good to her, and she knows how to repay the kindness of her family.”

After Jian Zhongliang finished speaking, he didn't even look at Mao Chunqiao's expression before turning around and leaving.

Watching her second son angrily walk away, Mao Chunqiao was completely stunned.

"Second brother, what does this mean?" Jian Zhonglan pointed at the door that slammed shut with a grim expression.

What does it mean to know how to repay one's family?

Aren't they that brat's relatives?

"Father, Mother, Xiujuan and I need to go back and pack our things, so we'll head back now." Jian Zhongkang stood up.

"You guys go back first!" Jian Dashan waved his hand.

After Jian Zhongkang and Wang Xiujuan left, Li Meiqian and Jian Xiaojing couldn't stay any longer either.

They were just there to make up the numbers.

Li Meiqian was trying to come up with an excuse.

“You should all go back too!” Jian Dashan spoke first.

"Hey!" Li Meiqian and Jian Xiaojing breathed a sigh of relief in unison, and without wasting a second, they got up and left.

Completely unaware, someone glanced at them from the corner of their eye as they left.

"Look at your two good sons..." Mao Chunqiao, who had taken a long time to come to her senses, looked at Jian Dashan with some grievance, trying to find some comfort.

"Just shut up already!" Jian Dashan said, then went straight back into the house.

"What...what do you mean? Do you think I'm too old too?" Mao Chunqiao was about to start wiping away tears again.

"Bang!" The only response she received was the sound of a door slamming shut.

"Well! So you people surnamed Jian are going to unite against outsiders..." Mao Chunqiao's anger, which had finally subsided, flared up again.

"Mother, calm down. It's Yiwei's wedding, and there are bound to be a lot of things to do at home. My eldest and second brothers didn't want to overlook anything, which is why they rushed back to prepare," He Wenyu said softly, pushing up his black-rimmed glasses.

As he spoke, he winked at Jian Zhonglan, signaling her to help persuade her.

"They're not busy at all; they just think I'm too old and useless," Mao Chunqiao scoffed.

“Mother, my eldest brother and second brother both came from your belly, how could they possibly dislike you? Don’t listen to those outsiders stirring things up and hurting the bond between mother and son.” Jian Zhonglan pulled Mao Chunqiao to sit down.

“Yes, Grandma, everyone knows that your eldest and second uncles are the most filial to you,” He Xiaoyue echoed with a smile.

"I'm just grateful they don't make me angry, and they're even being filial to me," Mao Chunqiao said, but her complexion was noticeably better.

"Mom, Yiwei is going to find you a granddaughter-in-law soon, and Liqiu has a boyfriend too. It looks like our family will have two more people to take care of you. You can just wait to enjoy your retirement!" Jian Zhonglan hugged Mao Chunqiao's arm and shook it in a coquettish manner.

Upon hearing this, Mao Chunqiao's expression immediately brightened.

"When we get to Beijing, have Liqiu talk to the political commissar and ask him to introduce a capable and well-connected partner to Xiaoyue as well." Mao Chunqiao smiled and patted Jian Zhonglan's hand, then turned to look at He Xiaoyue beside her.

It was as if talented young men from good families were all lining up there.

He Xiaoyue's face flushed red instantly.

With her looks, Sister Liqiu could easily find a political commissar; given her qualifications...

"What nonsense are you spouting all day long?" Jian Dashan stormed out of the house with a dark face.

The way he looked at Mao Chunqiao was like he was carrying a knife.

This is just their speculation; they haven't even figured it out yet, and these clueless people are already making a fuss about it everywhere.

"How am I talking nonsense? If the political commissar had no interest in our Liqiu, would he have sent us so many nice things? Would he have sent a car to pick us up and take us to Beijing?" Mao Chunqiao retorted.

"Mother, you said the political commissar is sending a car to pick us up and take us to Beijing?" Jian Zhonglan's face lit up with joy.

Even He Wenyu, who was standing to the side, showed a hint of surprise on his face.

"Yiwei called yesterday and told us to pack our luggage, and the political commissar will send a car to pick us up tomorrow morning." Mao Chunqiao nodded hurriedly.

The smugness on his face was impossible to hide.

Factory Director Wu was able to become a factory director even though he married the daughter of a minor official in Beijing.

The Jian family now has a political commissar as their grandson-in-law...

Why worry about not prospering and thriving?!

"Mao Chunqiao, can you shut up for a second? That thing is baseless..." Jian Dashan frowned.

"I didn't tell anyone outside, why are you so nervous?" Mao Chunqiao interrupted him.

“Yes, Father! We’re just talking to family, what could possibly be wrong!” Jian Zhonglan said with a smile.

“You two should keep this to yourselves. Don’t go around telling everyone. What if things don’t work out in the future? How will Liqiu find a boyfriend then?” Jian Dashan sighed.

He truly regretted not expelling Mao Chunqiao, that loudmouth, that day.