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

These days, there are few cars and few people on the national highways.

Meng Xiaoyang and the others floored the accelerator and sped off.

Even so, it was almost noon when we arrived in Beijing.

After entering the city, it was obvious that there were more people and cars.

Jian Qingyi turned her head to look out the window, her gaze aimlessly sweeping over the shops, trees, and crowds on both sides of the street...

Suddenly, a familiar figure flashed past her line of sight.

When she realized what was happening and turned to look, the figure had already vanished.

The car drove through most of the city before arriving at the heavily guarded military headquarters.

Seeing that the soldiers on duty were all holding real guns and ammunition, the Jian family members were somewhat nervous as it was the first time they had faced such a large-scale operation.

After carefully checking the license plate, the soldiers quickly opened the door and let the car through.

Because Jian Qingyi often went out for walks, and would occasionally give them some fruit or pastries, many of the soldiers on duty at the gate recognized her. When they saw her sitting in the passenger seat, they would all salute her.

Jian Qingyi smiled and waved to the group.

The three people in the back seat were completely stunned.

"Yi Yi, you're quite popular!" Meng Xiaoyang joked with a smile.

"So-so, so-so." Jian Qingyi grinned.

Jian Xiaojing stared at Jian Qingyi with her dark pupils for a long while before biting her lip and looking away.

The rooms at the guesthouse had probably been arranged in advance. Meng Xiaoyang led the group over, and the comrade in charge of registration immediately took out the keys.

Wang Xiujuan made arrangements for her family's side.

The Jian family's side...

Old Master Jian Dashan will definitely share a room with his old maid Mao Chunqiao.

Jian Zhongkang and Wang Xiujuan lived in the same room.

Jian Zhongliang and Li Meiqian were in the same room.

Jian Zhonglan and He Wenyu are from the same family.

In the end, only four remained: Jian Qingyi, Jian Xiaojing, He Xiaoyue, and He Xiaofan.

Meng Xiaoyang still has three keys.

Jian Xiaojing and He Xiaoyue both looked at Jian Qingyi at the same time, their meaning was clear: they wanted to share a room with her.

Jian Qingyi stretched out her hand, "I'm not afraid of ghosts, I sleep alone."

Meng Xiaoyang smiled and handed over the keys.

Jian Qingyi took the key, and without looking back, carried her luggage up to the third floor.

There were single rooms available; she'd be crazy to squeeze into a double room with someone else.

He Xiaofan also timidly stretched out her hand, "Brother, I'm not afraid of ghosts either..."

Meng Xiaoyang slapped both keys into He Xiaofan's hands, saying, "You two decide what to do."

After saying that, he turned around and went to the third floor.

Jian Xiaojing and He Xiaoyue stared at Meng Xiaoyang's retreating figure as he went upstairs, and both of them pouted in unison.

"Are Sister Yi and..." He Xiaoyue gestured towards the stairwell where Meng Xiaoyang had disappeared, "Are they dating?"

"Probably not!" Jian Xiaojing smiled, pursing her lips.

He cursed inwardly, "Idiot!"

With so many officers in the army, why did Jian Qingyi, that dim-witted girl, have to go find a driver?

But this is fine...

Jian Xiaojing looked up at He Xiaoyue's fair oval face, a shadow passing over her eyes.

third floor

Jian Qingyi had just sat down on the edge of the bed when there was a knock on the door.

"Who is it?" Jian Qingyi turned her head to look at the tightly closed door.

"It's me, Yi Yi." Meng Xiaoyang's smiling voice rang out from the doorway.

Jian Qingyi got up and opened the door.

"What is it?" She leaned lightly against the door frame, clearly not intending to invite anyone in.

"Yiyi, what would you like to eat for lunch? I'll go order it for you." Meng Xiaoyang stood ramrod straight.

“Brother Meng, no matter who told you what, or whether you just guessed, I just want to tell you that I don’t have a boyfriend and I have no plans to find one for the time being, understand?” Jian Qingyi said earnestly.

"Yi Yi, are you misunderstanding something? I don't know anything!" Meng Xiaoyang blinked innocently.

Jian Qingyi: "..."

He's quite the show-off.

"Yiyi, have you decided what to have for lunch?" Meng Xiaoyang asked again.

“Brother Meng, I’m not hungry. You can go ahead and do what you need to do. I’ll call you when I get hungry.” Jian Qingyi didn’t want to make things difficult for him.

There are some things that even he can't control.

"Okay, you can come to the office building to find me if you need anything." Meng Xiaoyang knew that saying anything more would annoy people.

And judging from what the girl said, his family's political commissar is...

Unrequited love!

“Okay!” Jian Qingyi nodded with a smile.

As soon as Meng Xiaoyang's figure disappeared at the end of the green trees, Jian Qingyi turned around and left the military region.

Nothing much happened today, so Jian Qingyi mainly just went shopping.

These days, there are no real estate agents. If you want to buy a house, you have to go and see it yourself.

When passing by a vendor selling candied hawthorns, Jian Qingyi bought a long string of hawthorns as usual.

Bright red hawthorns coated in a glistening sugar glaze, so tempting and irresistible.

One bite, and it's sweet and sour.

Jian Qingyi strolled around, taking in the sights.

As she passed the sugar figurine stall, Jian Qingyi, with the last hawthorn fruit still dangling from her mouth, couldn't wait to go over.

The sugar figurine maker was an old master craftsman with gray hair. Watching the master craftsman skillfully draw the syrup into a peach shape, Jian Qingyi also felt a little itchy to try it herself.

"Master, can I do it myself?" Jian Qingyi asked after the master finished the last one.

"You know how to make sugar figurines?" The master craftsman looked up at Jian Qingyi and asked with a smile.

The old master craftsman was a seasoned veteran; he could tell at a glance whether the person in front of him was a human or a ghost.

“I’ve never done it before, but I want to try.” Jian Qingyi took out a dollar from her pocket and handed it over.

"What do you want to do?" The old master didn't reach out.

“I want to make…” Jian Qingyi pointed to the dragon on the straw target that the old master had made.

"One-stop service".

"If you can do it like me, I won't charge you." The old craftsman stood up with a smile.

"What if I do better than you?" Jian Qingyi teased him with a smile.

"Then I'll give you the stall," the old man said readily.

"No need!" Jian Qingyi only wanted to have some fun with her hands, but she had no intention of changing careers to make sugar figurines.

"Hurry up and get it done! Stop with the empty talk." The old master chef pointed to his tools and urged him on.

"Let's make this clear first, if I really do better than you, you can't be angry," Jian Qingyi said with a smile.

"Don't be angry!" The old master was almost laughing in exasperation.

This little girl really isn't afraid of biting off more than she can chew.

Jian Qingyi picked up the sugar spoon, weighed it in her hand, and then stretched her wrist before scooping a spoonful of golden malt syrup from the copper pot beside her.

She mimicked the old master's technique, gently flicking her wrist, and the golden malt syrup flowed out slowly like fine threads.

At first, Jian Qingyi's movements were a bit stiff, but gradually, her movements became more and more agile.

Before long, the basic shape of a dragon was drawn.

Bright, piercing eyes; flowing, majestic whiskers; claws as sharp as swords…

With her hand movements, a majestic dragon soaring into the sky appeared on the snow-white marble slab.

The powerful dragon's body seemed poised to break free from its sugar-coated shell at any moment.