My minimum living allowance is credited to my account every day with 1000 million yuan

Wang Ping glanced at Xu Jia with surprise.

Both the Chen and Zhao families hoped that Xiangjun was carrying a boy, but Xu Jia said it was a girl. Wasn't he afraid that Xiangjun would be unhappy?

Xu Jia isn't stupid. She dared to say that because she knows neither Chen Xiao nor Zhao Xiangjun are sexist. She even dared to make such a joke in front of Chen Xiao.

Zhao Xiangjun sniffed. "Then how do you explain that I also like sour foods?"

Xu Jia exclaimed, "Could they be twins? Goodness, I'll have to give them two red envelopes then!"

She made a joke, but Zhao Xiangjun said seriously, "Chen Xiao keeps telling me that they must be twins, as if he saw it himself."

As the two were talking, a convoy approached from the front, consisting of Mercedes-Benz S-Class cars at the front and rear, with a Bentley Mulsanne in the middle. They were already used to this kind of convoy; the young mistresses of the Chen family all had much grander processions when they went out.

Xu Jia was puzzled as to why such a person would stay at the Wansheng Hotel. Shouldn't he be staying at the Junxiao Lakeside Hotel?

Yan Yue and several short-haired girls escorted the group past the convoy. Yan Yue glanced into the car and instinctively knew that the people inside were looking this way.

Mr. Wang remained seated in the car and said to his assistant, "The best friend she mentioned is actually Zhao Xiangjun? No wonder I couldn't get her to come."

He had once had someone investigate Zhao Xiangjun, but the investigation was stopped after Chen Xiao spoke out. However, he did have photos of Zhao Xiangjun. No one would forget such a beautiful woman.

"I never expected her to be even more beautiful in person than in photos. No wonder Chen Xiao got so angry over her. I also don't blame Wang Lun for making a mistake. If I were decades younger, I would definitely compete with Chen Xiao."

The assistant's gaze shifted back with difficulty. At this moment, he deeply agreed with what President Wang had said and could understand why Wang Lun had been so distracted after just one meeting that he had angered Chen Xiao.

The ancients were right when they said beautiful women bring ruin. However, Chen Xiao's existence shows that beautiful women are no longer destined for tragedy.

Wansheng Hotel isn't the best hotel in Jiangzhou, but since Mr. Wang is coming to Jiangzhou, he'll definitely be staying at his own hotel.

Is it his own property? Since he's already planned a complete downsizing of the business, including the hotel sector, Mr. Wang is also preparing to sell. He'll bring up this topic when he sees Chen Xiao tomorrow. I wonder if Chen Xiao is interested in his hotels.

Although Junxiao Hotel Management Group currently focuses solely on luxury hotels, the luxury hotel market is ultimately limited. Who can guarantee that Chen Xiao won't create multiple hotel brands in the future?

"Xiangjun, I ran into Mr. Wang from Wansheng Group at the 'Yirui' store in Junxiao Plaza today—"

"What's done is done. He's meeting Chen Xiao tomorrow, right? Never mind him. I'll have an extra spicy bowl of rice noodles. He Qing, Chen Xiao told you to eat less spicy food, so just have the mild one."

He Qing agreed, but couldn't help but ask her why she couldn't remember that Chen Xiao also told her not to eat so much spicy food.

In the summer, the stalls were quite crowded. They waited for a long time before a table became available. Just as they were about to sit down, the boy at that table returned.

Blushing, he asked Xiangjun, "Beautiful lady, can we add each other on WeChat?"

Xiangjun hadn't encountered this kind of trouble in a long time and was still a little unaccustomed to it, but she quickly replied, "I'm pregnant, you should look for someone else."

The young man looked wistful. What a beautiful goddess! How could she have gotten married so young? Just then, he noticed He Qing standing to the side. Although not as beautiful as Zhao Xiangjun, she was still a top-tier beauty. He asked, "Excuse me, beautiful lady, can I add you on WeChat?"

He Qing had just shaken her head when she heard Zhao Xiangjun say from the side, "She won't do either, she's my husband's woman—"

Xiangjun and Chen Xiao have already registered their marriage at the Civil Affairs Bureau. They haven't held a wedding ceremony yet, but they are already legally husband and wife.

The boy was completely dumbfounded. What did she mean by "she's your husband's woman"? He picked at his ear and looked at He Qing and Wang Ping, only to hear Zhao Xiangjun point at Wang Ping and say, "She's also my husband's woman. You'd better leave now, everyone here is married."

Now I'm sure I didn't mishear. "Miss, you must be joking."

How could such a thing happen? Let alone any man who has the ability to have so many beautiful women at the same time, even if he did, what wife would openly declare these women to be her husband's women? If that were true, would these people be able to get along harmoniously? Shouldn't they be fighting all over each other?
Wang Ping beamed with joy. Had she finally been officially recognized by the Empress? Even as a maid, she was now a legitimate bedchamber maid.

He Qing said to the boy, "No, didn't you hear what my sister said? We all have men."

The boy was heartbroken. He thought he had met several beautiful women at once, a stroke of good luck in love bestowed upon him by heaven. Little did he know that heaven was whipping him with peach branches.

He turned to leave, heartbroken, when suddenly someone called out from behind, "Stop—"

Turning his head, he found the round-faced girl who was with several beautiful women staring at him with an angry expression.

Xu Jia pretended to be angry and said, "What do you mean? You want to add them on WeChat, but why don't you ask me? Don't you want to know if I have a boyfriend?"

The boy looked speechless: "What does it matter to me whether you have a man or not? You're so old, do you still want young hunks? I advise you to be kind."

After saying that, he turned and left, leaving Xu Jia standing there, as if she had been frozen in place.

She was startled awake by Zhao Xiangjun's laughter. Gritting her teeth in anger, she thought, "That little brat, how dare he look down on me like that!"

Zhao Xiangjun giggled, clutching her stomach, and said, "Jiajia, you're going to make me laugh to death. Let's see if you dare to cause trouble again. Do you think everyone is so easy to bully?"

Xu Jia was indignant. "Who did I bully? I only bully Ren Jie at home. At your house, I've been bullied by you and Chen Xiao. I've swallowed my anger for so long. I finally found someone easy to bully, but he actually turned around and hit me?"

"Gentlemen, your rice noodles—"

"thank you boss."

"You're too kind, beautiful lady. It's been a few months since you last visited."

Zhao Xiangjun nodded. "It has been a few months. You remember it so clearly."

The boss laughed, "Even if a beautiful woman like you hasn't been here for 10 years, we'll still remember you."

"The boss really knows how to talk—" Zhao Xiangjun smiled and took the extra spicy rice noodles from her.

Xu Jia said, "The boss really knows how to tell the truth." She wasn't really angry with the little boy from earlier. She wasn't exactly a beauty to begin with, so she naturally wouldn't be angry if her looks were criticized.

hum-

Zhao Xiangjun's phone rang. After glancing at the caller ID, she exclaimed "Ah!" Xu Jia, seeing her guilty look, immediately realized it must be Chen Xiao calling.

After hesitating for a while, I answered the phone: "Chen Xiao—"

"Are you asking for a beating? Why are you eating rice noodles again?"

Zhao Xiangjun quickly looked herself over. "Chen Xiao, did you install a surveillance camera on me?"

"Be careful, I'll talk to you properly when we get back tonight." Since they were already out, Chen Xiao couldn't do anything about it.

Zhao Xiangjun stuck out her tongue and whispered to Xu Jia and He Qing, "Hurry up and eat, then hurry back."

Xu Jia couldn't help but say sarcastically, "Xiangjun, are you that afraid of him? We've been together for so many years, and I've never seen you afraid of anyone."

While picking at the rice noodles to make sure the chili was mixed more evenly, she replied, "I'm afraid he'll get angry, and getting angry is bad for his health."

"You never worry about me hurting my health," Xu Jia said sourly.

Zhao Xiangjun said to He Qing, "If you think it's too spicy, give me the chili peppers." Then she turned to Xu Jia and said, "You won't be angry. Look at you, you've gained more than ten pounds recently. You're easygoing and plump, how could you be angry?"

"Zhao Xiangjun! I'm really angry now." You can say you're ugly, but you absolutely cannot say you're fat. Xu Jia hates her obesity the most; it seems like she gains weight even from drinking water.

"Don't be angry. Are you going to eat or not? If not, we're going back. If Chen Xiao doesn't find us when he gets home, he'll call us again."

"Champagne, my champagne—I'm going to stay a little longer, I'm going to see what Chen Xiao can do to you," Xu Jia snorted twice.

Zhao Xiangjun picked at the last mouthful of rice noodles and said softly, "He won't do anything to me, but I was brought out by you, so he'll probably come looking for you."

"Damn it!" Xu Jia cursed, furious. How could she forget this? Chen Xiao wouldn't be polite to her.

"Forget it, I won't drink it. I'll take it home and drink it with Ren Jie," he said dejectedly, putting the bottle away.

“President Zhao, President Xu—” Zhao Xiangjun turned her head, “Zhang Yan? What a coincidence!”

Zhang Yan is her colleague at "Yi Rui". I ran into her and Cha Lan when I was eating rice noodles here with Chen Xiao last time. Hmm? Cha Lan? It seems I've found out why Chen Xiao knew I was eating rice noodles.

Chen Xiao is having dinner with Cha Lan and the others right now. It must be because Zhang Yan told Cha Lan that she saw him here, and Cha Lan then told Chen Xiao.

She wouldn't blame Zhang Yan for being nosy, after all, Zhang Yan didn't mean any harm. But now that Zhang Yan had followed Cha Lan, she realized just how terrifying President Chen's power was, and that her former colleague, the top salesperson at the store, was actually the owner's wife of Junxiao Group.

Zhang Yan followed Cha Lan, but Cha Lan didn't bring her home openly. His wife tacitly accepted the situation, and Cha Lan was still grateful. Bringing Zhang Yan home again would be a bit like bullying her. Now, Cha Lan had arranged for Zhang Yan to work as his assistant at Zhifei Aerospace. The two had plenty of time together, including business trips, and he would take her with him. Therefore, when they were in Jiangzhou, Zhang Yan was sensible and tried her best to let Cha Lan spend more time with his family.

Xiangjun moved closer to Xu Jia, letting her sit down to talk. Zhang Yan took a small chair, then slowly sat down, her hands resting on her belly. Xiangjun glanced at her and asked, "How many months along are you?" Zhang Yan smiled slightly, "Almost two months." It was clear Zhang Yan was very happy; this child was naturally the one Cha Lan wanted her to keep. With Cha Lan's current wealth, he could afford to raise as many children as he wanted, and Zhang Yan loved children. So, while his granary still had some stock, Cha Lan quickly opened it and distributed grain to give Zhang Yan an answer.

"Zhang Yan, where do you live now?" Xu Jia asked. She knew about Cha Lan's relationship with Zhang Yan; back when they both worked as sales assistants at the store, Xu Jia had taken good care of her.

She glanced at Zhao Xiangjun and said, "I also live in Xishan Linyu, but I bought a single-level apartment."

It's not that Cha Lan can't afford a villa, but she feels scared living in such a big house by herself; even a large apartment is too big for her.

"Then we're neighbors. Come visit me sometime."

Zhang Yan was overjoyed. "I was just afraid of bothering you—" This was also the reason she bought her house in Xishan Linyu. Cha Lan also wanted her to get closer to Zhao Xiangjun, as this was an opportunity to ensure the Cha family's future wealth. Zhang Yan thought even more deeply. If her child could become playmates or classmates with Zhao Xiangjun's child in the future, their future achievements would definitely be remarkable.

Having tasted the benefits of this myself, I also hope that my next generation can win at the starting line.

"It's alright, I'm not that precious—" What Zhao Xiangjun couldn't stand the most was why people always treated her like a precious gem, as if touching her would be a big deal. But she felt that she came from the countryside and could do any kind of work. Why were they so nervous, as if doing a little work would exhaust her?

Zhang Yan was overjoyed and almost couldn't resist taking out her phone to share the good news with Cha Lan, as if she wanted to take credit.

At this moment, two young men, both around 180cm tall, were chatting and laughing while looking around as if searching for a place to sit. Zhao Xiangjun stood up and said, "Let's go, back to Xishan Linyu—"

Upon hearing Xishan Linyu's words, the two young men simultaneously turned to look in their direction. They were momentarily stunned by Zhao Xiangjun's beauty, only snapping back to reality after hearing her next sentence.

"It's uncomfortable to sit like this for a while."

Xu Jia helped her up and said, "You've been pregnant for over two months now. Of course it's uncomfortable to sit on such a low chair. Let's go back."

Upon hearing Xu Jia's words, the two young men exchanged a glance and nodded simultaneously. They then strode towards Zhao Xiangjun, but as they approached, they suddenly accelerated. Just as they were about to collide with Zhao Xiangjun, they were struck hard in the abdomen and pulled back together. Despite their struggles, the two 180cm tall men could not break free.

Yan Yue, who immediately stood in front of Zhao Xiangjun, coldly said to the short-haired female bodyguards who were each controlling the two men, "Take them aside and interrogate them. They are clearly up to no good."

The commotion had already alerted bystanders, and the scene was somewhat chaotic. Yan Yue protected Zhao Xiangjun, with a group of female bodyguards accompanying them to ensure their safe departure. Zhang Yan was with them; her car was parked near Wansheng Plaza.

Zhao Xiangjun said to Xu Jia nervously, "We're doomed. Chen Xiao will never let me out again." Then she said to Yan Yue, "Don't notify Chen Xiao yet. Let's find out what's going on first. He's out socializing right now. If he finds out, he'll definitely come back."

Yan Yue was somewhat hesitant, but seeing Zhao Xiangjun's hopeful expression, she finally nodded. "Fine, I'll report it an hour or two later. Let's find out the whole story first."

Jiangzhou No.1 Bay

This is a private sky club, and there's an executive cocktail party here tonight.

Those who can enter the venue are all worth hundreds of millions of dollars, and are CEOs of the technology industry, movie stars, and cryptocurrency traders. Of course, there are also some brokers who come in with "tickets" and can often introduce some key connections and exclusive investment opportunities.

Chen Xiao had never been to a place like this before. Today, when he heard Cha Lan say that he was coming here, he became interested and said he wanted to come in and see for himself.

Want to see for yourself? Cha Lan jokingly said that if they knew the boss of Junxiao Group was coming tonight, the world's top tycoons would probably be eager to come and get to know Chen Jie.

Hearing that they were all big names in the tech industry, Chen Xiao asked, "Does that mean Fei Fei will be attending tonight too?"

He called out "Feifei," which naturally referred to Feng Feifei. Cha Lan smiled and said, "With President Feng's status, they must have sent out invitations, but President Feng rarely attends these kinds of occasions."

Chen Xiao guessed that not only Feng Feifei, but Xu Wu had probably also received an invitation, but given Xu Wu's status, it was even less likely that she would attend such a party.

"To be honest, I rarely go unless you want to see for yourself, Mr. Chen. If I go, it's just a bunch of people coming to flatter me, and I'm afraid they'll get too cocky. What I like most is to be with you, Mr. Chen, and listen to your teachings."

Chen Xiao laughed heartily, "Old Cha, you've gone bad. You're afraid of being flattered, yet you're flattering me. Are you testing me?"

Cha Lan hurriedly bowed and said, "President Chen, every word I spoke came from the bottom of my heart. There was not a single word of preamble. If it were flattery, then let me—"

"Alright, just kidding. I know what you mean," she said, patting his shoulder and stopping him from making that vow.

He trusted Cha Lan; otherwise, he wouldn't have entrusted the entire Chenjiadao project to him.

This kind of banquet is by no means an ordinary dinner party, but an invisible battlefield for resource integration, class dialogue, and business competition.

According to Cha Lan, at the last party, someone talked about raising 5 million yuan on the spot. As a result, there were more people attending this time than in the past. Who doesn't want to be the next lucky one?

"5 million, and the impact is that big?"

Cha Lan smiled wryly. This old man had too much money and had lost all sense of proportion. Let alone 500 million, many startups would be overjoyed to receive 5000 million, no, even 5 million—that's a lifeline. Sometimes, when research and development reaches a critical stage, having that funding can propel them to take off; without it, they might be buried alive.

I wonder how many startups, despite having the technology, have failed on the eve of their demise.

Chen Xiao ordered his Rolls-Royce Phantom to be put into view, and led a large convoy of bodyguards to the One Bay Private Sky Club.

"Mr. Chen, I heard that several A-list celebrities have been invited to the event tonight, along with some car models."

"Why invite celebrities and car models to this kind of party? It's inappropriate and a mess."

Looking at Mr. Chen's almost completely modified Rolls-Royce Phantom, Cha Lan sighed, "Only this car is worthy of you."

Speak like a human being—

"Hey, think about it, those so-called entrepreneurs with assets of hundreds of millions, aren't they all middle-aged or older? Many of them are practically old and frail. What's the point of a bunch of old men and women getting together? Just invite a few beautiful actresses and some pretty car models, and the atmosphere will be completely different."

Chen Xiao shook his head. A party held in Jiangzhou probably wouldn't attract any A-list celebrities. The real A-list stars were likely worth at least as much as these old guys. What were they doing here? Marrying into a wealthy family? There weren't any wealthy families here. He didn't know if he counted. Theoretically, the Chen family might lack some social standing, but in terms of wealth, they easily surpassed those so-called wealthy families.

"Old Cha, I'll be your assistant tonight, don't let anything slip."

He dared not reveal his true identity, otherwise he would not have a peaceful night. Cha Lan was sweating. Playing his assistant and even carrying his bag, wasn't that just making him shorten his lifespan?
After getting out of the car, he ran over to open the door for Chen Xiao.

"Are you crazy? Holding the door open for your assistant?" Chen Xiao scolded in a low voice, "Can't you even act properly?"

Cha Lan smiled wryly, "Mr. Chen, I'm used to it, I'm used to it."

"Call me Xiao Chen—what Mr. Chen?"

"Little one," Cha Lan couldn't bring himself to say.

"Fine, just stop calling me. Take me inside, you do your thing, I'll go about my business."

One Bay

The first screening of identity is at the entrance.

The elevator is a private titanium cabin that requires card swiping and iris verification. Two butlers dressed in custom Alexander McQueen suits check the list with iPads in hand, their smiles as perfect as those of a Swiss watchmaker.

After verifying Cha Lan's information, the waiter looked surprised. He never expected that this smiling, unassuming old man was actually Cha Lan, the chairman of Zhifei Aerospace, a company that is famous in Jiangzhou and even ranks among the top in the country.

He doesn't look as much like a boss as his assistant, but that's not surprising these days. It's common for subordinates to act more like bosses than their bosses, and for young women to act more like socialites than their socialites.

Entering the main hall
Outside the 270° floor-to-ceiling windows, the night view of Jiangzhou is like flowing gold. A perfumer has created a "wealth hormone"—cedarwood mixed with trace amounts of platinum dust, which is said to stimulate risky decision-making. A pianist plays a variation of Ryuichi Sakamoto's "Energy Flow," with a rhythm more unpredictable than the NASDAQ index.

A few old-timers by the window discussed a certain acquisition, never touching their wine glasses to their lips, only using them to draw equity structure diagrams.

At the central bar, tech elites toasted each other with cocktails, their wristwatches reflecting a cold gleam.

"Go ahead and do your thing, I'm going to check on the food—oh dear, this food is so bad."

I almost stumbled and fell while looking at the banquet. Do you think everyone throws a banquet as lavishly as you? White truffles, bluefin tuna, and unlimited 5A Wagyu beef.

Their entrance drew everyone's attention, and several groups of old money men, gathered in twos and threes, looked surprised. After exchanging a few words with the people beside him, he walked straight toward Cha Lan.

Chen Xiao ordered a cocktail and held it in his hand. Watching Cha Lan being fawned over like a star, he hid in a corner and quietly watched Cha Lan show off.

The way those people spoke to Cha Lan was exactly like how Cha Lan usually spoke to him—so humble! He finally understood where Cha Lan had learned that from.

He also saw someone point in his direction, probably asking Cha Lan who he was with. Luckily, he had arranged his identity in advance, otherwise Cha Lan probably wouldn't have known how to answer.

I slowly walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and looked down at the city lights. Here, I felt like I had stolen half a day of leisure.

"It's so nice that nobody's paying attention to me—" Chen Xiao chuckled softly.

"What's so good about it?" (End of Chapter)