Chapter 4: Reject Internal Consumption

"How old are you?" the man suddenly asked.

Jian Qingyi was confused for a moment. Are the topics of conversation among people these days so wide-ranging?

Although she was confused, she still answered honestly: "Seventeen."

"My Yi Yi will be in her third year of high school soon." Jian Yiwei could hardly hide his pride in his tone.

In the Jian family, Yi Yi is the most educated person.

As for that burden, Jian Yiwei directly classified him as an outsider.

The man nodded slightly.

His complexion looks much better than before.

"Brother, you guys are busy, I'll leave first." The words had been made clear, and there was no need for Jian Qingyi to stay any longer.

"Yeah!" Jian Yiwei nodded with a smile.

Suddenly thinking of the money in his hand, he hurriedly stuffed it into Jian Qingyi's hand.

"Brother, please keep it for yourself. I really have money." Jian Qingyi declined.

"Just take it if I tell you to. Be obedient." Jian Yiwei said in a firm tone.

Jian Qingyi couldn't resist and had to accept it first.

I thought I would find a chance to return it to him later.

"Call me if you have any problems in the future." Jian Yiwei said softly.

Jian Qingyi smiled and nodded in agreement.

"Go! Be careful on the road and keep an eye on the cars." Jian Yiwei warned with some concern.

"I know!" Jian Qingyi smiled and waved at him.

It was not until Jian Qingyi's figure disappeared around the corner that Jian Yiwei smiled and looked away.

Glancing at the olive green beside him, Jian Yiwei's smile froze on his face.

Only then did he realize that what he hated most about the gentleman next to him was procrastination.

"Political Commissar..." Jian Yiwei was about to admit his mistake.

"Let's go back!" The man got into the car.

Judging from the man's tone, he didn't seem angry. Jian Yiwei couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and quickly went around to the driver's seat.

"Do you all call your cousin 'brother' here?" the man asked calmly.

"Some also call me cousin. Yi Yi has been following me and my sister around since she was little. My sister calls me big brother, so she follows suit. After a while, she got used to it." Jian Yiwei said with a smile.

"That girl is lucky to have you as her big brother protecting her." The man said jokingly.

"What kind of blessing is this?" Jian Yiwei sighed helplessly.

I don’t know what’s wrong with his second uncle. He doesn’t love his own daughter, but loves a burden instead.

"What do you mean?" The man asked casually in a flat tone, as if he was bored.

Jian Yiwei was a straightforward person, so when a man asked, he would naturally tell him everything he knew.

He almost never stopped talking on the way back to Beijing.

He rambled on and on about how his second uncle treated him like a bad person, how he was partial to his stepdaughter and mistreat his biological daughter, and how he explained in detail the difficulties and grievances that Jian Qingyi had suffered over the years.

When talking about the phone call from his mother a few days ago, Jian Yiwei frowned tightly.

"I don't know what the hell has befallen my grandfather, my grandmother, and my second uncle! Yi Yi is only seventeen years old! How could they be so cruel?"

"I heard that the butcher not only lost his wife, but also took away a child. Even with that, he still wants to marry my Yi Yi. He is really like a toad wanting to eat swan meat."

Jian Yiwei became more and more angry as he spoke.

If he didn't have a mission today, he would definitely go back and have a good talk with them.

No, I have to make a phone call later to confirm this matter.

In the back seat, the man's brows and eyes had become more fierce without anyone noticing.

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The other side

Relying on the original owner's memory, Jian Qingyi successfully knocked on the door.

It's funny to say that the house keys belong to Jian Zhongliang, Li Meiqian, and the burden Jian Xiaojing, but the original owner has none.

To return to his own home, the original owner still has to knock on the door.

The moment the door opened, the gentle smile on Jian Xiaojing's face instantly disappeared.

"Yi Yi, why are you back?" Jian Xiaojing curled her lips a little unnaturally and tried to force out a warm smile.

"This is my home. If I don't come back, you'll die outside." Jian Qingyi pushed Jian Xiaojing away and went straight to the kitchen.

There are no outsiders here, so Jian Qingyi doesn't even bother to pretend.

I opened the lid of the pot and took a look, it was empty.

She turned around and opened the cupboard door again. Apart from a small bowl of unfinished pickled cabbage and a few pickled peppers, there was nothing inside.

Jian Xiaojing looked at Jian Qingyi, who came into the kitchen and started rummaging through the drawers and cabinets without paying any attention to her. She looked like she had seen a ghost in broad daylight.

Could this blockhead have damaged his brain by soaking in the river?

It wasn't until Jian Qingyi went to pull out the drawer of the cupboard where the eggs were stored that Jian Xiaojing suddenly woke up and rushed over to hold Jian Qingyi's hand. "There's no food now. If you're really hungry, go drink some water. You'll have to wait a while before eating."

If the original owner was a cowardly person, he might have compromised.

Unfortunately, Jian Qingyi is not.

She never complains when she can take action.

She brushed away Jian Xiaojing's hand, opened the drawer and took out four eggs with quick movements.

"Jian Qingyi, you are crazy. These eggs are kept for Dad to nourish his body." Jian Xiaojing reached out to grab them.

But before her hand could touch them, the two eggs in Jian Qingyi's right hand hit her forehead directly.

With a "pop" sound, the yellow egg liquid flowed down her forehead.

In a moment, the front of her newly bought red, blue and black plaid jacket was dyed yellow.

"Ahhh, Jian Qingyi, you...you..." Jian Xiaojing was so angry that she couldn't speak clearly.

She's going to school to register tomorrow, and she's thinking about showing off her new clothes...

Seeing that the yellow egg liquid was still dripping down, she hurriedly grabbed the rag beside her to wipe it.

It would be fine if I didn't wipe it off, but once I did, it got all stuck to the surface.

A yellow patch...

If you don’t know, you would think she was covered in shit.

Seeing her new clothes ruined like this, while the culprit was washing pots and boiling water as if nothing had happened, Jian Xiaojing was so angry that her lungs were about to explode. She just wanted to rush up to her, grab her hair and beat her up.

“Click!”

Jian Xiaojing, who was on the verge of a rage, heard the familiar sound of the door opening, and her dark little face instantly became pitiful.

She glared at the person standing in front of the stove, threw down the rag with a "bang", and turned to go to the door.

During this time, he did not forget to pull his sleeves and rub his eyes vigorously.

Jian Qingyi, who saw all of this, couldn't help but roll her eyes.

There is no shortage of white lotus and green tea bitches in every era.

She began to count silently in her mind, "One, two, three..."

Before she could even finish the word "three", an enraged voice suddenly rang out, "Jian Qingyi, can you please be more understanding? Xiaojing may not be your biological sister, but she always gives in to you and accommodates you. How has she ever wronged you? Why do you have to bully her like this?"

Jian Zhongliang's face was gloomy and he glared at Jian Qingyi angrily, his eyes filled with dissatisfaction towards Jian Qingyi.

"Giving in to me and accommodating me in everything? What has she given me?" Jian Qingyi glared back.

"Ever since she came to our house, you said she had no father, so I gave her my bedroom. You said she had a miserable life, so I gave her all the good food and clothes in the house. Whenever she said she liked something, all my likes had to go aside."

"She has no father? Her life is miserable? Is it my fault that she has no father and has a miserable life? Just because she has no father and has a miserable life, does that mean she will bring trouble to me?"

"Did I kill her father or dig up her family's ancestral grave in my previous life? Why is she coming here to cause me such trouble?"

"She's pitiful. At least she still has a mother. What about me? I've lost my mother. Are you going to make me lose my father too?"

At the end of the speech, Jian Qingyi almost shouted.