Chapter 89: Really a Bastard
Jian Qingyi curled her lips and smiled.
It seems that yesterday's phone bill was not wasted.
"Yi Yi, I bought tomatoes. Can we have tomato and egg noodle soup tonight?" Yang Laosan's wife smiled and raised the tomatoes in her hand.
"All right!" Jian Qingyi nodded happily, "From now on, just discuss what to eat."
Although Jian Qingyi is greedy, she is not picky.
He can eat fine grains and can also swallow coarse grains.
It was almost dinner time and there were not many people in the restaurant.
Yang Laosan's wife went in to cook, and Sun Xiaocao and the other two salespeople began to sort the clothes on the shelves.
With nothing to do, Jian Qingyi went to the counter to check the accounts.
Looking at the piles of great unity being counted, it would be a lie for Jian Zhongliang to say he was not shocked.
After Jian Qingyi finished counting, Jian Zhongliang counted them.
Six stacks in total.
One stack is one thousand yuan, and six stacks are six thousand yuan.
He didn't even notice how many customers came into the store!
"Yi Yi, are these all sold today?" Jian Zhongliang glanced at the people who were busy sorting the goods and asked in a low voice.
"Yeah!" Jian Qingyi responded softly, and used the cover of her schoolbag to throw the whole group into the villa on the island.
Jian Zhongliang was completely shocked at this moment, his heartbeat could not calm down, and he felt that his thinking was completely disrupted.
In his stereotype, although he was not rich with a monthly salary of 85 yuan, he had enough food and clothing.
But now compared with the turnover of my little girl's clothing store...
He felt that his salary of eighty-five yuan was a bit meager.
"How much do you pay them per month?" Jian Zhongliang asked in a low voice.
"Fifty." Jian Qingyi stretched out a hand.
Jian Zhongliang glanced at the people who were busy in an orderly manner, and his eyes rolled, "Yi Yi..."
"If you want that woman to come work for me, then you'd better shut up!" Jian Qingyi said in an unhappy tone.
It was already considered that she was kind enough not to kick the third sister out of the Jane family, but she even wanted to come and cause trouble in her clothing store. What was she thinking!
"Yi Yi, don't listen to what those people outside say. I really have never done anything to let your mother down. They are just spreading those rumors." Jian Zhongliang always wanted to explain, but he never found the right opportunity.
The key point is that the little girl was still young at that time and she wouldn’t understand even if I told her.
"You don't have to sleep with me to say I'm sorry." Jian Qingyi's face turned cold.
Jian Zhongliang choked.
"If my future husband leaves me and my child at home and helps a widow all day long, buying coal for her today, changing light bulbs for her tomorrow, and coaxing her children the day after tomorrow..."
Jian Zhongliang's face turned pale as he listened to these condemnations.
Even his usually straight back became hunched.
"In this case, do you still think he has not wronged me?" Jian Qingyi asked a soul-searching question.
Jian Zhongliang was silent.
He really doesn't know.
At that time, he didn't think too much about it, he just wanted to help his old classmates to the best of his ability.
He didn't know how it turned out like this in the end.
But one thing he knew very well...
If his future son-in-law dared to do such a thing, he would cripple him even at the risk of his life.
"Yiyi..." Jian Zhongliang's throat felt a little stiff.
He wanted to say sorry.
He wanted to say that he was not a good father, not a good husband.
"A young widow constantly seeks help from men with household chores. Do you think this is normal?"
"A widow is always surrounded by gossip. Doesn't she know that?"
"Mom just passed away, and coincidentally rumors about you two started spreading outside. Then she was too embarrassed to face anyone and tried to commit suicide..."
"A person with any dignity wouldn't constantly seek help from a married man. Someone who truly wants to die wouldn't make such a big fuss, seeking death in front of a crowd. They'd just quietly find a rope, or take advantage of the dark and windy night to secretly jump into the moat..."
"Li Meiqian and her daughter..."
Jian Qingyi sneered.
"To put it bluntly, even if you die, they won't want to die."
"Yi Yi, am I a bastard?" Jian Zhongliang hung his head.
"Yeah!" Jian Qingyi nodded.
Quite an asshole indeed.
Speaking of this, Jian Qingyi suddenly remembered something.
"Dad, do you think it's possible for my mother to..."
"It's time for dinner." Yang Laosan's wife came out.
"It's finally time to eat!" Jian Qingyi stood up.
She had only eaten a steamed bun and a plate of shredded potatoes with vinegar at noon, and now she was really hungry.
When Sun Xiaocao and the others heard that it was time for dinner, they ran to the backyard.
"Second Brother Jian, it's time for dinner." Seeing that Jian Zhongliang was slow to move, Yang Laosan's wife called out with a smile.
"Hey!" Jian Zhongliang sighed in his heart, stood up and followed him in.
Yang Laosan's wife is also very skillful. She can cook a pot of noodles with a few tomatoes and eggs, which is fresh and fragrant.
In just one month, the little girls gained more than ten pounds.
Especially Sun Xiaocao, her complexion was visibly rosier.
The clothes that used to be a bit too big for me now fit me perfectly.
Under the leadership of Jian Qingyi, the clothing store gradually got on the right track.
Without having to keep an eye on her all the time, Jian Qingyi was free.
The temperature is getting lower day by day.
Jian Qingyi found time to go to the department store.
When it comes to softness and warmth, cashmere is second to nothing else.
After going around in circles, Jian Qingyi still thinks light gray looks the best.
Gray is a relatively neutral color and can never go wrong when paired with black, white, or other bright colors.
After returning home, Jian Qingyi started knitting a scarf for Lu Yujing without stopping.
Fortunately, he asked for a scarf. If he had asked for a sweater, Jian Qingyi would have had to say sorry.
The scarf was knitted in less than two nights.
This weaving method was taught to her by her grandmother.
At that time, she was still young and the teacher assigned her handicraft homework. She didn't know how to do it, so her grandmother taught her how to knit a scarf.
She remembered that the scarf was later put in a large photo frame by her grandmother.
Every time there were guests at home, the little old lady would lead them to the big photo frame and proudly tell them that it was a scarf knitted by her son.
When she thought of the optimistic and strong old lady, the corners of Jian Qingyi's mouth rose unconsciously.
The next day, after returning from the train station, Jian Qingyi went to the post office on the way.
Because she sent and withdrew money every few days, the staff at the post office all knew her.
Without her even asking, he gave her the remittance slip.
"I'm not sending money today, I'm sending something." Jian Qingyi smiled and pushed the blank remittance slip back.
A few red apples were also pushed back.
The staff accepted it with a smile.
"My son's mouth has been spoiled by you. He won't even touch the apples I bought for him."
"Then let him be my son and have apples to eat every day." Jian Qingyi smiled and handed the wrapped scarf in, and began to fill in the shipping address.
"Okay! I'll take you home later. I don't want to serve that little ancestor anymore." The staff member pretended to be disgusted.
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