Super Rich: It all started when I met a young woman in a sleeper car.

The next morning at seven o'clock, just as dawn was breaking.

Lin Xinyue was the first to get out of bed and went into the kitchen in her pajamas. She yawned, took four eggs out of the refrigerator, and prepared to fry them.

The oil had just been poured into the pan when Yang Xiaotao came out, rubbing her eyes.

Good morning, Sister Xinyue.

"Good morning." Lin Xinyue didn't even turn her head as she cracked open the egg.

The egg mixture sizzled as it slid into the hot oil.

Yang Xiaotao walked over to her and took a cup from the cabinet to get some water. She was a restless sleeper, and the neckline of her pajamas was askew, revealing a section of her neck.

Lin Xinyue glanced at it.

The movement stopped.

There is a small red mark on the side of Yang Xiaotao's neck, below her ear.

It's not big, but it's quite eye-catching.

Lin Xinyue's spatula stopped in mid-air, and the edges of the eggs in the oil pan began to char.

"Xinyue, the eggs are going to burn." Yang Xiaotao poured water and turned to remind her.

"Oh." Lin Xinyue snapped out of her daze and quickly flipped the food over.

Yang Xiaotao didn't notice anything and leisurely went to wash up with her water cup in hand.

Lin Xinyue stared at the fried egg in the pan, flipping it over and over until it was completely broken.

Just then, the door opened, and Li Qianchen ran back, dressed in sportswear, with a bit of sweat on her forehead.

She changed her shoes and walked towards the kitchen.

"Where's the fried egg? I'll help."

"No need," Lin Xinyue said, her voice a little muffled.

Li Qian glanced at her, then followed her gaze to the bathroom.

Yang Xiaotao was brushing her teeth inside, humming a song.

Li Qian's gaze lingered on her neck for a second before she looked away, her face expressionless.

She walked to the refrigerator, took out a carton of milk, and as she turned around, said very softly, "Did you see that?"

Lin Xinyue didn't say anything, but scooped out the scrambled egg and put it on a plate.

Li Qian didn't ask any more questions and started heating the milk.

Chen Xun was the last one to get up.

When he came out of the room, breakfast was already on the table: fried eggs, bread slices, and hot milk.

"Good morning, big brother." Yang Xiaotao sat at the table, looking at him with bright eyes.

"Good morning." Chen Xun pulled out a chair and sat down.

Lin Xinyue sat opposite him, munching on a piece of bread with her head down, without saying a word.

Li Qian placed the heated milk jug on the table: "Pour it yourself."

Yang Xiaotao immediately stood up and picked up the cup in front of Chen Xun: "Big brother, let me pour you some."

She poured it all out, her movements so natural.

Lin Xinyue looked up at her, then looked down again and continued eating her bread.

Li Qian poured herself a glass of milk, sat down, and said, "The new flavor of instant noodles arrived at the store today, and we need to test-sell them this morning. I've made a schedule; I'll talk about it in the car later."

"Okay." Chen Xun took the milk that Yang Xiaotao handed him.

Yang Xiaotao sat back down next to Chen Xun.

For a moment, no one spoke at the table; only the sounds of eating filled the air.

Chen Xun sensed that the atmosphere was a bit strange.

Lin Xinyue, usually the most talkative during meals, was unusually quiet today. Yang Xiaotao, on the other hand, seemed to be in a good mood, sipping her milk with a slight smile on her lips. Li Qian appeared normal, but her gaze was more intense than usual.

After breakfast, Chen Xun drove the three of them to the shop.

Yang Xiaotao sat in the passenger seat, while Lin Xinyue and Li Qian sat in the back.

The radio in the car was playing an old love song with a soft, gentle melody.

Yang Xiaotao hummed along for a couple of lines, then laughed to herself and turned to Chen Xun: "Big brother, is this song good?"

"It's alright," Chen Xun said.

In the rearview mirror, Lin Xinyue turned her head to look out the window at the trees receding into the distance.

Li Qian looked down at her phone; the screen displayed the schedule she had mentioned.

Upon arriving at the store, the four of them got to work.

New flavors of instant noodles have arrived, three in total: pickled cabbage and beef, tomato and beef brisket, and spicy crayfish.

Li Qian put up the trial sale posters at the door, Lin Xinyue checked the inventory, Yang Xiaotao cleaned up, and Chen Xun inspected the equipment.

There weren't many customers in the morning, and the trial sale wasn't very successful.

"We sold eight bowls of pickled cabbage and beef, six bowls of tomato and beef brisket, and three bowls of spicy crayfish," Li Qian said, looking at the notes in her notebook during the lunch break.

"The spicy flavor is a bit too hot, so it might not be suitable for breakfast," Yang Xiaotao said.

"Let's try again this afternoon," Chen Xun said.

Li Qian closed her notebook and suddenly said, "How about we have a team-building activity tonight? To celebrate the fact that the new store has been open for almost a month, it's on me, we'll have hot pot."

Yang Xiaotao's eyes lit up: "Great!"

Lin Xinyue was wiping the counter without looking up: "You guys go ahead, I have to take inventory tonight, I haven't finished checking the new batch of goods yet."

Li Qian looked at her and said, "We can work on it tomorrow."

"There's always tomorrow," Lin Xinyue said, wiping vigorously. "You guys go ahead, don't worry about me."

Yang Xiaotao looked at Lin Xinyue, then at Li Qian, and whispered, "Then... I won't go either. I'll help Sister Xinyue with the inventory."

"No need," Lin Xinyue said. "I can manage on my own."

That's a rather harsh statement.

Chen Xun glanced at her.

Business picked up a bit in the afternoon, with spicy crayfish being the most popular flavor.

"Looks like a lot of people are eating spicy food tonight," Li Qian noted in her notebook.

They were busy until dusk, when the last table of customers left.

Li Qian pulled the roller shutter closed, and Yang Xiaotao began sweeping the floor.

Lin Xinyue was still checking the accounts behind the counter, the abacus beads clicking loudly.

Chen Xun walked over and leaned against the counter.

"Heartfelt joy".

"Hmm?" Lin Xinyue didn't look up.

"Are you really not going tonight?"

"I'm not going," Lin Xinyue said in a muffled voice. "I said I needed to do inventory."

I'll take inventory of the stock for you tomorrow.

"Need not."

Chen Xun looked at her.

Lin Xinyue lowered her head, her fingers pressing the calculator so hard that her fingertips turned white.

"Is something wrong?" Chen asked.

Lin Xinyue stopped moving.

She looked up at Chen Xun, then quickly looked down again: "It's nothing."

After saying that, she grabbed a rag and started wiping the counter, wiping it with great force, as if she had a grudge against it.

Chen Xun didn't ask any more questions.

Li Qian and Yang Xiaotao were discussing the design of the new product poster on the other side when their voices came over.

"This font is no good, it's too fancy."

"Then how about this?"

"That's fine."

Chen Xun stood there for a while, then turned around to get another rag.

He walked to the other side of the counter and began wiping the areas that Lin Xinyue hadn't yet cleaned.

When Lin Xinyue wiped this side, she noticed Chen Xun wiping as well, and paused for a moment.

"I can do it myself," she said.

"Hurry up and finish wiping so we can go home soon," Chen Xun said.

Lin Xinyue stopped talking and continued wiping.

The two of them were separated by the counter, each wiping their own surfaces.

Lin Xinyue stopped wiping the counter after she had wiped it halfway.

She didn't look up, just stared at the wet rag.

"I'm really fine," she said again, her voice even more muffled than before.

Chen Xun looked at her.

The streetlights outside shone through the half-drawn roller shutter, casting a small shadow on her profile.

"Why are you wiping the counter like it's your nemesis?" Chen Xun said.

Lin Xinyue remained silent.

The sounds of Li Qian and Yang Xiaotao discussing the poster came over, but they were a bit muffled.

"Xin Yue," Yang Xiaotao called out, "Is this color okay?"

Lin Xinyue raised her head and glanced in that direction.

"Okay," she said, her voice flat.

She lowered her head again and continued wiping.

Chen Xun threw the rag into the bucket of water, causing a little water to splash up.

"Xin Yue." His voice was a little lower.

Lin Xinyue slowed down her wiping of the counter.

"Is it because of Xiao Tao?" Chen asked.

Lin Xinyue's hands stopped completely.

She looked up at Chen Xun.

Her eyes were a little red, but she didn't cry.

"What did you say?" She threw the rag on the counter, turned and walked towards the warehouse. "I'm going to take inventory."

Chen Xun followed.

The warehouse wasn't big, but it was piled high with boxes of instant noodles and toppings. Lin Xinyue stood in front of the shelves with her back to the door, holding a notebook in her hand, but she didn't move.

Chen Xun closed the door.