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

"so beautiful!"

"The sugar dragon that my sister made looks so majestic! It's so chubby!"

Jian Qingyi: "..."

Is it polite?

That's what they call muscular.

It's not a pig, and it's chubby too.

"Grandma, I want to buy the sugar dragon that my sister made." A chubby little boy tugged at his grandmother's clothes.

"Grandpa, I want one too..." A little girl shook her grandfather's arm and started to whine.

"I want the sugar dragon that my sister makes..." The chubby boy raised his voice several octaves when he heard the little girl trying to take the sugar dragon from him.

"I want what my sister makes..." the little girl shouted at the top of her lungs.

It looked like a fight was about to break out.

The old master's lips twitched, and he almost couldn't keep up the smile on his face.

"Stop thief!" came an old woman's shout from the street corner not far away.

Everyone instinctively looked in the direction of the sound.

A man wearing a black cotton-padded jacket and a black cotton-padded hat darted quickly into a small alley next to it.

A few young people on the street chased after him without a second thought.

Jian Qingyi glanced at the alley, then looked around at the surroundings, threw away the bamboo skewer she was about to press into the sugar dragon, and turned to disappear into a side street.

Seeing this, the experienced craftsman winked at a young man watching the commotion on the side of the street, who immediately followed him discreetly.

The down jacket was too long and inconvenient to run in, so Jian Qingyi grabbed the zipper with her right hand and pulled it down. With a "whoosh," the zipper was pulled all the way down.

Upon reaching a three-way intersection, Jian Qingyi looked left and right before finally entering the middle path.

Ten meters away, a figure followed silently behind.

The alleyways were winding and twisting, and Jian Qingyi ran all the way.

Just as she was beginning to doubt her guess, a tall figure appeared at the end of the alley.

Black cotton-padded jacket and black cotton-padded hat.

Jian Qingyi looked around, trying to find a suitable "weapon," but her peripheral vision accidentally caught sight of a corner of clothing.

Although the hem of her dress disappeared quickly, she still managed to spot it.

Her left hand, which had reached for the brick, immediately changed direction and grabbed the mop next to her.

Perhaps sensing that the crisis behind him had passed, the man in the black cotton-padded coat noticeably slowed his pace.

He even opened the woman's wallet in his hand to check his haul.

Perhaps the unity within exceeded his expectations, and "Black Cotton-padded Jacket" whistled in high spirits.

Just as he reached into his wallet for the large bills...

Jian Qingyi swung her mop at it.

Caught off guard, the man in the black cotton-padded jacket was struck hard on the head.

He stumbled and fell uncontrollably to the side.

The wallet in my hand also slipped from my grasp.

Jian Qingyi bent down and picked up the wallet that had fallen at her feet.

“You brat, how dare you rob someone in broad daylight! Do you believe I’ll report you to the authorities and have you arrested?” The “Black Cotton-padded Jacket” got up, clutching her buzzing head.

"Then you'd better go! I'll look down on you if you don't go." Jian Qingyi raised an eyebrow.

The provocation in his eyes was undisguised.

The woman in the black cotton-padded jacket fell silent.

After a moment of silence, he looked around to make sure no one was nearby, then stretched out his hand and said menacingly, "Give me back my wallet."

"Is this your wallet? Here you go." Jian Qingyi gave a mocking smirk.

"You're asking for it!" "Black Cotton-padded Jacket" reached out to grab Jian Qingyi's hair.

With a swift movement, Jian Qingyi tightened her grip on the mop, slamming the mop head down onto the arm of the "black-coated woman" who couldn't retract it in time.

There was a "click" sound.

"Ah..." The black cotton-padded jacket's shrill scream instantly startled the flock of birds that were resting and dozing not far away.

This also attracted the young people who were searching for someone.

Realizing something was wrong, the man in the black cotton-padded jacket instinctively tried to escape.

Jian Qingyi immediately shoved her mop head at him.

The man in the black cotton-padded jacket was so frightened that he kept backing away.

Upon seeing this, several young men rushed forward and pinned the man down.

"Ah..." Someone touched "Black Cotton-padded Jacket's" injured arm, and he yelled in pain.

"This is that old lady's wallet." Jian Qingyi smiled and tossed the wallet over.

A tall, long-legged young man caught the wallet with his backhand.

"Thanks!"

"You're welcome!" Jian Qingyi bent down to zip up her jacket and turned to walk back.

Even after she had walked away, the young man was still standing there, dumbfounded.

As she passed by a certain spot, Jian Qingyi glanced at the flower bed with obvious signs of trampling while tidying her clothes, and then left without making a sound.

Regardless of the person's motives, Jian Qingyi decided to be cautious.

After being disturbed like this, she lost her desire to stroll around.

I went straight back to the guesthouse.

"Where have you been?" Jian Zhongliang waited at the top of the stairs on the third floor with a dark expression.

"I went for a walk." Jian Qingyi took out her keys from her pocket and opened the door.

"Are you alone?" Jian Zhongliang stared at Jian Qingyi's face, observing her reaction.

"I'm not alone, am I? Or is there a whole group of people?" Jian Qingyi suddenly remembered that piece of clothing.

However, on the way back, she also secretly observed the situation.

But it's also very clean.

There is no tail.

"I thought you were going to find me a son-in-law!" Jian Zhongliang observed Jian Qingyi's reaction closely.

"I don't have that plan yet." Jian Qingyi pushed open the door and entered the room.

Men will only slow down the speed at which she earns money.

Jian Zhongliang followed closely behind.

“You’re not young anymore. If you have someone you like, you can settle down first,” he said casually.

"No, what do you mean? Do you not want to support me anymore, or do you want to sell me again?" Jian Qingyi glanced at him sideways.

I want to see what he is up to.

"What nonsense are you talking about? I am just..." Jian Zhongliang was stumped by the question.

He never expected to be turned on his own.

"What is it?" Jian Qingyi took out a bag of pastries and a few apples from the small island, using the luggage bag as cover.

"She just thinks I'm in her way, that I ate your rice, and that I can't charm you like Jian Xiaojing and Li Meiqian do, so she wants to find an older man to marry me..."

As Jian Qingyi spoke, she deftly peeled an apple.

“Jian Qingyi, you are simply…” It’s just being unreasonable.

Jian Qingyi didn't want to listen to his nonsense, so she directly stuffed the peeled apple into his mouth.

With a "bang!", the door opened.

Jian Qingyi and Jian Zhongliang both turned their heads to look at the door.

The three pairs of eyes met.

Having seen the situation inside, Lu Yujing explained somewhat awkwardly, "I just knocked once, and it opened."

Jian Qingyi: "..."

Are you sure you knocked on it and didn't kick it?

Jian Zhongliang took the apple out of his mouth and sprang up from his chair.

"Political Commissar, come in and have a seat!"

"Won't this be a disturbance?" Lu Yujing said, her long legs already stepping into the house.

"No, no, Political Commissar, please have a seat." Jian Zhongliang smiled and offered the chair to Jian Zhongliang.

"Second Uncle Jian, no need to be so polite, I'll sit here." Lu Yujing plopped down on the edge of the bed next to Jian Qingyi.