Chapter 8: Stealing a Chicken, Losing the Rice
Jian Qingyi pursed her lips and smiled without saying anything.
Along the way, a few young boys were chattering.
The more Jian Qingyi listened, the more excited she became.
It’s really like giving someone a pillow when you feel sleepy!
Li Meiqian and Jian Xiaojing, mother and daughter, who had been following along, were terrified and sweating profusely.
Didn't Director Zhou from the Public Security Bureau already leave? Why did he go to the old woman again?
Mao Chunqiao couldn't figure it out either!
She clearly didn't tell anyone about the betrothal gift, so how did the people from the Public Security Bureau know about it?
Mao Chunqiao's legs felt weak as she hid behind Jian Zhongliang, not daring to show her head. Her heart was beating like a drum.
She was not only panicked, but also afraid.
I’m afraid that Jian Qingyi will come and talk nonsense.
Mao Chunqiao became even more panicked when she thought of Jian Qingyi acting like a madman in the hospital.
Jian Zhongliang was also unsure.
Ever since waking up from the hospital, his little girl has no longer been as obedient as before.
Just when the mother and son were worried and anxious, Jian Qingyi was dragged in front of everyone by a few boys.
Mao Chunqiao and Jian Zhongliang's hearts instantly rose to their throats.
At this moment, Zhou Hao had no intention of paying attention to the mother and son standing at the door. All his attention was focused on Jian Qingyi who was a few steps away.
A small face, willow-shaped eyebrows, and watery, sparkling peach blossom eyes...
This little look...
It’s no wonder that his political commissar is so stubborn.
only……
This age is a bit young!
His political commissar is really a man of his word.
When Zhou Hao looked at Jian Qingyi, Jian Qingyi was also looking at him.
Although they were all wearing the same work clothes, Jian Qingyi was able to distinguish the big and small kings immediately.
After all, temperament cannot be achieved by just a piece of clothing.
"Are you Jian Qingyi?" Zhou Hao asked as usual.
His tone was much better than when he was facing Jian Zhongliang and his mother.
Jian Qingyi said "hmm" softly.
"Someone reported that your grandmother, your father and your stepmother colluded to sell you to an old widower whose wife had died. Is this true?" Zhou Hao originally wanted to ask about the incident of jumping into the river, but he was afraid of upsetting her, so he could only ask in a roundabout way.
This question made the hairs on the heads of the people whose names were called out stand on end.
Li Meiqian, who was hiding behind the crowd, was so frightened that she shrank back even more.
"Comrade, can I go in and drink some water first? I'm a little thirsty." Jian Qingyi asked softly.
"Of course." Did Zhou Hao dare to disagree?
This is my future sister-in-law.
If that gentleman knew that he neglected his future wife, he would skin him alive.
Jian Qingyi glanced at the mother and son standing at the door, and walked calmly to the kitchen.
As soon as she stood still, she counted silently in her heart, "One, two..."
[2] Before she could finish her words, Mao Chunqiao rushed into the kitchen.
His movements are so agile that even Jian Qingyi, who ran the 100m in 9.61 seconds, feels ashamed of herself.
"Jian Qingyi, I'm telling you, don't talk nonsense when you go out, otherwise I'll beat you to death. Do you hear me?" Mao Chunqiao glanced behind her and made sure that no one was following her before she lowered her voice.
"That depends on what benefits you can give me." Time was urgent, and Jian Qingyi was too lazy to beat around the bush with her.
"The one outside is your biological father." Mao Chunqiao reminded through gritted teeth.
"He is still your biological son!" Jian Qingyi laughed.
They had never given the original owner any family affection, and now they wanted to use that affection to kidnap her. What were they thinking?!
"Your father is going to jail. How do you think you can have a good life?!" Since soft tactics didn't work, Mao Chunqiao resorted to hard tactics.
"You talk as if I have a good life now." Jian Qingyi curled his lips sarcastically.
"You..." Mao Chunqiao wanted to go up and give Jian Qingyi a slap in the face.
Thinking of the person standing outside the door, he had to suppress his temper and asked, "What do you want?"
Jian Qingyi stretched out a hand.
"Fifty! Why don't you just go and rob it?" Mao Chunqiao gritted her teeth.
"Fifty?!" Jian Qingyi laughed angrily, "You're treating me like a beggar. I meant five hundred."
It's amazing that she could say that.
"Five hundred? What are you dreaming about? I can give you fifty at most, whether you want it or not..." Mao Chunqiao stiffened his neck.
Jian Qingyi didn't waste any words and just walked away.
Mao Chunqiao hurriedly grabbed her arm.
"One hundred, one hundred is okay, right?"
"Six hundred." Jian Qingyi raised her eyebrows slightly.
"You..." Mao Chunqiao was so angry that her lungs were about to explode.
After thinking about it, she said with a desperate look, "I'll give you two hundred..."
"Seven hundred." Jian Qingyi added the number expressionlessly.
"Are you crazy about money?" Mao Chunqiao was so angry that the veins on his forehead popped out.
"Eight hundred." Jian Qingyi's mood was not affected at all.
Mao Chunqiao took a deep breath and said, "Okay, five hundred is five hundred..."
"Nine hundred." Jian Qingyi didn't give her the chance to play dumb.
"Jian Qingyi, don't go too far!" Mao Chunqiao was so angry that she was shaking all over.
Jian Qingyi turned around and left without any hesitation.
"Nine hundred is nine hundred..." Mao Chunqiao bit her back teeth.
Jian Qingyi stretched out her hand.
"Are you afraid that I will run away?" Mao Chunqiao was so angry that her head hurt.
What sins did the Jian family commit in their previous life to deserve such a disaster in this life?
"I'm not afraid that you will run away, I just don't trust your character." Jian Qingyi said bluntly.
Mao Chunqiao glared at Jian Qingyi angrily, as if she wanted to eat her alive.
Jian Qingyi gave her a happy smile in return.
She is happy when the people she hates are unhappy.
This was tantamount to a provocation for Mao Chunqiao.
In the past, Mao Chunqiao would have slapped him.
Thinking of the person standing outside the door, Mao Chunqiao took several deep breaths and finally managed to suppress her anger.
"Wait." She glared at Jian Qingyi and turned to leave the kitchen.
After a while, she came back with a stack of big unity.
Jian Qingyi took the money and counted it quickly.
Mao Chunqiao was almost so angry that she fell backwards.
"Three missing." After counting, Jian Qingyi raised his eyes and looked at Mao Chunqiao.
Mao Chunqiao angrily took out three big unity photos from his pocket and slapped them into her hands.
Jian Qingyi was not angry and happily put the money into her pocket.
"You know what to say, right?" Mao Chunqiao reminded with a dark face.
"Don't worry! I understand the principle of taking money from people and helping them get rid of disasters." Having achieved his goal, Jian Qingyi was in an extremely good mood.
Mao Chunqiao pressed her swollen temples and lost her temper completely.
Zhou Hao was just wondering what the grandmother and granddaughter would say when they went in, when he saw his political commissar's young wife coming out of the kitchen with a smug look on her face.
Mao Chunqiao, on the other hand, looked like an eggplant hit by frost, with her head drooping.
"Sister-in-law... cough cough cough..." Zhou Hao accidentally said something wrong and quickly covered it up with a cough.
He covered his mouth and coughed several times before clearing his throat and speaking again, "Comrade Jian Qingyi, someone reported that your grandmother, your father, and your stepmother colluded to sell you to an old widower whose wife had died. Is this true?"
"Of course..."
Jian Qingyi's gaze moved back and forth between Mao Chunqiao and Jian Zhongliang, mother and son.
That cunning look is just like a cat teasing a mouse.
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