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

next day

As soon as it was light, five jeeps were neatly parked downstairs in front of the candy factory's residential compound.

This caused quite a stir in the candy factory's residential compound.

There's no military district in the southern part of the city, and it's rare to see even one four-wheeled jeep on a normal day, but now five of them have appeared at once...

Even those who wouldn't normally look at it have to take a look.

The children on winter vacation were like monkeys that had just come down from the mountain, constantly circling around the five jeeps.

If it weren't for my family pulling me along, I probably would have stuck to them already.

When Jian Qingyi went downstairs with the hot water bottle, the luggage of the Jian family and Wang Xiujuan's family had already been put into the car.

"Yi Yi, it's cold on the way, wear something warmer." Meng Xiaoyang had been keeping an eye on the situation at the entrance of the building, and when he saw Jian Qingyi come down, he quickly went up to remind her.

This was something his family's political commissar had repeatedly emphasized.

I'm just worried that his little girl will get cold.

Jian Zhonglan and He Xiaoyue, who were about to get on the bus, noticed the commotion and stopped in their tracks.

"Brother Meng, how could your political commissar bear to send you out like this?" Jian Qingyi teased with a smile.

Jian Yiwei and Meng Xiaoyang's jobs were to assist and take care of Lu Yujing's work and daily life.

To be precise, Jian Yiwei was responsible for helping Lu Yujing with some of her daily life matters.

Meng Xiaoyang was responsible for helping Lu Yujing handle the trivial matters in the military region.

"If your older brother hadn't had to stay with his parents-in-law, this good thing wouldn't have fallen into my lap," Meng Xiaoyang said with a smile.

"Brother Meng, have you had breakfast yet?" Jian Qingyi suddenly remembered that there were time restrictions for meals in the army.

It takes at least three hours to drive from Beijing to the southern part of the city. Judging by the time, they must have left in the middle of the night.

Summer is bad enough, but this is almost below zero.

I was cold and hungry.

"We'll eat when we get back," Meng Xiaoyang said with a smile.

"It'll be noon by the time we get back. Let's go upstairs! I'll make you something simple; it won't take much time." Jian Qingyi made a move to turn around and go upstairs.

"Yi Yi, no need to trouble yourself, we're not hungry," Meng Xiaoyang quickly said.

Perhaps his empty stomach was unhappy with his nonsense, and immediately began to rumble in protest.

This unwitting confession left Meng Xiaoyang so embarrassed that he gripped the ground with his fingers.

"Do you have any other tasks later?" Jian Qingyi asked tentatively.

"No!" Meng Xiaoyang shook her head, her face flushed.

"Since there's no mission later, let's go upstairs and grab something to eat to fill our stomachs. It's no trouble at all." Jian Qingyi emphasized the last four words, worried that Meng Xiaoyang and the others might feel embarrassed.

“Yes! Let’s go upstairs and have something to eat. It won’t take much time,” Wang Xiujuan also suggested.

"You all go on up! We'll watch the car for you," Jian Zhongliang said quickly, thinking they were worried about it.

Jian Zhonglan gently nudged He Xiaoyue beside her, gesturing for her to join in.

How could Jian Qingyi be the only one to be the good guy?

"Sister Yi, let me help you." He Xiaoyue then smiled and stepped forward to take Jian Qingyi's arm.

It was as if yesterday's conflict never existed.

Seeing this, Li Meiqian and Jian Xiaojing silently followed.

At last……

The Jian family's small kitchen was packed with people.

While Wang Xiujuan and the others were kneading dough to make glutinous rice balls, Jian Qingyi made several bowls of milk for Meng Xiaoyang and the others to warm their hands and stomachs.

In an instant, the room was filled with a rich, sweet aroma.

"Yi Yi, you'd better stay in Beijing for a few more days this time!" Meng Xiaoyang never forgot to help his political commissar get some perks.

"You were so busy traveling last time that you didn't have a proper chance to explore Beijing."

“Sure!” Jian Qingyi nodded with a smile.

The value of a large sum of money is depreciating if left unused; it's better to invest it in real estate.

God gave her a second chance at life, not so that she would suffer.

After drinking a bowl of milk, everyone felt much warmer.

Before long, the sweet fermented rice soup with glutinous rice balls was ready.

The young soldiers ate quickly as well.

It didn't even take half an hour from going upstairs to getting into the car.

As soon as the five jeeps drove out of the gate of the candy factory's residential compound, the compound erupted in chaos.

"The Jian family is really going to prosper."

"That's right, all of my grandchildren are very successful."

"I heard that Yang Laosan's wife and Sun Xiaocao went to help Jian's girl run the shop, and they've been doing this for a month..." The man holding up a hand said.

"Looks like that girl from the Jian family earns quite a bit each month!"

"What's the use of making a lot of money if you're just a money-grubber?" Zhuo Shuliang said, then turned and left.

Everyone stared at his back, looking at him as if he were a fool.

"Has that kid from the Zhuo family taken the wrong medicine?"

“He didn’t take the wrong medicine; he’s just speaking up for that burden in the Jian family,” a smart person said.

"What right does he have to complain? That girl from the Jian family opened the shop with her own money, what does it have to do with that burden? To put it bluntly, even if she opened the shop with her own father's money, it still has nothing to do with that burden, right?"

"Could it be that the Zhuo family's son has taken a fancy to that burden from the Jian family?" someone joked with a laugh.

"He's interested in her, but do you think she'd be interested in him?" someone scoffed.

With Li Meiqian's arrogant attitude, how could she possibly be interested in his family?!

"Achoo! Achoo..." Jian Xiaojing, sitting in the back seat, sneezed several times in a row.

Meng Xiaoyang, in the driver's seat, immediately turned to look at Jian Qingyi in the passenger seat, "Yiyi, are you cold? I have a cotton coat here..."

“I’m not cold!” Jian Qingyi shook her head.

Knowing it was cold on the train, she specially wore a long down jacket.

The scarf around her neck was extra thick and lined with fleece.

Jian Zhongliang, sitting in the back seat, frowned and glanced at Meng Xiaoyang, a bad feeling rising in his heart.

"Yiyi, your older brother is probably going to be very busy with his wedding preparations. If you need anything, just come to the office building and find me. I'm always here," Meng Xiaoyang said warmly.

“…Okay!” Jian Qingyi also sensed that something was amiss.

Showing courtesy for nothing is either cheating or stealing!

"Oh, right..." Meng Xiaoyang reached into his pocket and took out an oiled paper bag, handing it to Jian Qingyi.

"What is this?" Jian Qingyi reached out and took it.

"This is beef jerky my mom made. It's delicious. You should try some."

Meng Xiaoyang smiled brightly, but Jian Zhongliang in the back seat had a darker face.

Jian Qingyi opened the oil paper bag and took out a stick.

The flesh is firm with clear texture.

You can tell at a glance that it's beef jerky from Mengcheng.

"Brother Meng, is your hometown Mengcheng?" Jian Qingyi took a bite.

It's a bit hard at first bite, but the more you chew, the more fragrant it becomes.

"How did you know? Did the political commissar tell you?" Meng Xiaoyang asked with a smile.

Jian Qingyi tilted her head, looked at Meng Xiaoyang, and smiled.

She was just wondering what he was up to when he inadvertently revealed it.

Meeting Jian Qingyi's ambiguous smile, Meng Xiaoyang gave a slightly awkward chuckle.

The three people in the back seat immediately interpreted this as flirting and exchanging sweet nothings.

Jian Zhongliang frowned.

The more I look at it, the more unpleasant it becomes.

Montreal...

The train takes several days to run.