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

Chen Xiaoyu was still furious when he got home and learned that Xiangjun had gone out with her mother, saying they were going to Junxiaocheng to see Han Xue.

He knew Han Xue was back and was coming to visit her "mother-in-law" in the next couple of days, but unexpectedly, Xiang Jun brought her mother directly over.

Junxiao Supermarket is developing rapidly, but it's short-staffed; otherwise, Chen Xiao wouldn't have considered transferring Liu Haoran there. He then asked Xiangjun over the phone about what happened in the office the day before yesterday.

"Nothing's wrong, don't believe everything you hear. It's nothing, ah—, I'm hanging up. I'm taking Mom to eat rice noodles. No, Mom's taking me to eat rice noodles."

Chen Xiao was speechless; he really couldn't understand why she was so obsessed with rice noodles.

"Chen Xiao, let me tell you, the rice noodles at that snack stall on the basement floor of Han Xue's place seem really good, there's always a long line. Do you want me to get some to take home?"

"Forget it, I'm not interested in that—"

"Okay, I'm hanging up now. Good food is too good to miss, I'll take Mom to queue up."

Chen Xiao was almost laughing in exasperation. He was heavily pregnant, and the two of them, along with an elderly woman, were queuing up for rice noodles. It was truly speechless; these two could handle him. Don't let his commanding presence with President Li or Assistant Liu fool you. He was like a ruthless tyrant. But with Zhao Xiangjun and his mother, he was completely helpless.

But after hearing Xiangjun's account of what happened that day, my anger subsided. However, Assistant Liu's punishment will certainly not be light.
Junxiao Supermarket

Inside the commercial street, there are some specialty restaurants, which are different from the restaurants upstairs in Junxiao City. Here, there are mainly hot pot, barbecue, and some similar local snacks.

However, Junxiao Supermarket has very strict requirements for selecting merchants, and those that can be included are all very unique.

"Mom, Han Xue is listening to the store manager's report right now, so I didn't tell her we've arrived. We'll eat the rice noodles first and then go find her."

Shen Jun, of course, was considerate of her daughter-in-law: "Work is important, let's eat first. If she's busy with work, she can do hers. We'll go shopping by ourselves. Teacher Feng will be here in a bit; she wants me to accompany her to look at some cars."

Finally, they got a seat and sat down when Zhao Xiangjun's phone rang.

"It seems Han Xue's meeting is over."

He picked up the phone and told Han Xue he was at a snack shop in the commercial street. Han Xue said she would come right away.
"We'll have to pay for an extra bowl of rice noodles," Zhao Xiangjun joked, while also scanning the QR code to order one for Han Xue as well.

Coincidentally, Shen Jun's phone also rang. Needless to say, it was Feng Ting calling.

When Feng Ting arrived in Junxiao City, she called Shen Jun to have dinner.

"Teacher Feng, no need, my daughter-in-law and I are eating rice noodles on the basement floor. Would you like to come and join us?"

After a pause, clearly Feng Ting was asking for opinions from those around her, and then replied, "Then, Teacher Shen, you guys eat. Liu Li wants hot pot. We'll go upstairs to eat and then come down to meet."

After hanging up the phone, Liu Li said to Feng Ting, "That's hilarious! Coming all the way to the most upscale place in Jiangzhou just to eat rice noodles?"

Feng Ting remained silent. She actually wanted to eat rice noodles too, but mainly wanted to save money. Shopping with her daughter-in-law, she was just someone who ended up paying the bill—it was a terrible situation.

"Auntie, that teacher Shen clearly hasn't seen much of the world. You're asking her for advice when you're buying a car? Sigh, what kind of advice is that?" She slightly pursed her lips, seemingly finding the idea utterly absurd.

Feng Ting's throat tightened, almost uttering the rebuttal that was about to burst out—"They know a big shot who drives a Rolls-Royce Phantom! That Mr. He is the renowned head of the Junxiao Charity Foundation, and he even affectionately calls Teacher Shen 'Mom'! It's obvious they've become godparents! You're saying someone like that is unsophisticated? How could that be?"

But in the end, she simply pursed her lips and swallowed her words. What point would arguing with this daughter-in-law make, other than adding to the unpleasantness and escalating the conflict? She silently lowered her eyes, like an old tree accustomed to wind and rain, letting its branches and leaves bear the invisible weight.

Silently following Jia Hao and Liu Li upstairs, Liu Li pointed to the brands upstairs and said, "Jia Hao, you have to work hard so that one day I can shop on the first floor too. With your current income, you can only shop on the third floor and above."

Feng Ting felt a sharp pang in her heart. Why should her son bear all the burden alone? Life is for two people; shouldn't they work together? Besides, those glittering things on the first floor… she thought to herself, isn't it just about making quick money off the "foolish rich"? Look at those clothes, the fabric is so cheap it's like fishing nets, yet the prices keep skyrocketing. Isn't this blatant ripping people off?
Jia Hao seemed unconcerned: "I'm doing alright, I'm not even 30 years old and I already earn 2 a month, which beats 99% of people in China."

Liu Li smiled dismissively; it wasn't even as much as her rent. Jia Hao continued, "Take that Ms. Shen you look down on, for example. Her son doesn't do anything these days, he's not even as good as me."

“How could that be?” Liu Li immediately retorted.

“He did nothing wrong, how could he find such a beautiful wife?” Although Liu Li was very proud, she had to admit that she couldn’t compare to Zhao Xiangjun in terms of looks.

Jia Hao said Chen Xiao had nothing to do, but she didn't believe him: "Do you remember the bracelet her daughter-in-law gave her last time? It was priceless."

This was indeed inexplicable. Finally, Jia Hao said with a forced explanation, "It's very possible that she didn't recognize its value at all and gave away the family heirloom."

Liu Li shook her head. "Even if you don't know anything about things, you'd know it's a good item, quite valuable." She knew Jia Hao was very satisfied with his current job, which was the source of his confidence. Of course, he didn't think Chen Xiao, who was younger than him, could be more successful. Even when Chen Xiao found a beauty like Zhao Xiangjun, and that beauty gave Shen Yun an expensive bracelet, Jia Hao didn't think anything good about Chen Xiao. His thinking was always very peculiar, coming up with strange and unusual reasons:

Living off a woman, good luck, the protection of elders… even the most outrageous “ignorance” would be a lifeline for him. The only thing he refused to explore was the simplest yet most hurtful truth: Chen Xiao was doing much better than him.

The small rice noodle shop was filled with the rich aroma of bone broth and the lively chatter of diners. Shen Jun barely touched the steaming bowl of rice noodles in front of her; her thoughts were already on her soon-to-be-met daughter-in-law. Accompanying Xiang Jun to eat her favorite food was merely a gesture of goodwill.

She couldn't help but turn her head again, her gaze passing through the glass door to the bustling street. Xiangjun said Han Xue was a rare beauty? Could she be as stunning as He Qing? Shen Yun wondered, both curious and somewhat incredulous. What kind of fortune did her son have? Having a "femme fatale" like Xiangjun wasn't enough; he was surrounded by beauties, each unique and exceptional? This luck… was too much.

“Mom,” Zhao Xiangjun’s clear, spring-like voice, tinged with laughter, broke Shen Yun’s reverie. Her eyes, which seemed to hold starlight, watched her mother-in-law turn her head again with a mischievous glint. “People say that ‘ugly daughters-in-law are afraid to meet their in-laws,’ so why is our beautiful daughter-in-law so nervous? Han Xue just texted me saying that her palms were sweating.”

Shen Yun looked outside again: "What do you children have to be afraid of? I don't eat people."

"These rice noodles are pretty good, but they're not spicy enough." She reached for the chili oil, but Shen Yun slapped her hand away, and she quickly pulled her hand back.

"Eat less, it's bad for your stomach."

Zhao Xiangjun had no choice but to give up, saying, "See? How could I not be afraid of you?" Her tone was not a complaint at all, but rather a friendly teasing, like a feather gently brushing against the heart, making Shen Yun both amused and helpless.

When Han Xue's tall figure came into view, Shen Yun felt her breath catch in her throat, and she couldn't take her eyes off her.

She stood at the entrance of the slightly noisy shop, as if she had her own spotlight, instantly blurring everything around her. At 176cm tall, her proportions were as perfect as a masterpiece sculpted by a top model, and her simple clothes could not hide her aloof and refined temperament.

Her beauty carries a sense of distance, like the first melting snow on a mountain peak—crystal clear, awe-inspiring and unapproachable, yet revealing a touch of innocent purity in her brows.

She was momentarily flustered by Shen Jun's undisguised, almost "obsessive" gaze. Two blushes quickly rose on her fair, jade-like cheeks, spreading all the way to her ears. Her cool demeanor instantly shattered, revealing a touch of girlish shyness. She lowered her eyes slightly, her long eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings, her voice as soft as a feather falling to the ground, carrying a barely perceptible hint of nervousness:

"mom--"

She had meticulously prepared to formally meet her mother-in-law at her home in Xishan Linyu, but she never expected Shen Yun to suddenly appear in Junxiao City today. Having just finished a meeting with the general manager, her professional aura still somewhat intact, this unexpected encounter in public made her a little uneasy.

A soft chuckle broke the delicate silence.

Zhao Xiangjun couldn't help but chuckle. Seeing her mother-in-law's astonished expression and Han Xue's flustered state, her eyes crinkled into crescent moons. She quickly called out, "Han Xue, come sit down!" Then, she mischievously nudged Shen Yun, who was still lost in thought, with her elbow, her voice full of teasing:

"Mom, snap out of it! The way you're looking at her is like you're a little pervert! She's not going anywhere, you can look at her all you want when we get home, okay? Let her eat first!"

Shen Yun snapped out of her daze at Zhao Xiangjun's teasing. She greeted her apologetically, "Oh, Xiaoxue, come sit down! Don't stand, eat first, eat first!" While offering her a seat, she couldn't help but give Zhao Xiangjun a reproachful glare, her tone more affectionate than scolding: "You little rascal, you're getting more and more disrespectful, even daring to tease your own mother!"

Han Xue sat down. This wasn't the first time she'd heard that Zhao Xiangjun liked rice noodles. And so, several billionaires, including such stunningly beautiful women, were crammed into this small shop, eating rice noodles that cost 15 yuan a bowl.

The two people chatted with Shen Yun, calling her "Mom" repeatedly, which melted Shen Yun's heart.

Someone in the store secretly filmed a video with their phone and posted it online—[Isn't this a goddess mother-in-law? She gave birth to two daughters who are as beautiful as angels.]

At first, there were only a few people expressing amazement and approval.

"Holy crap! Is this a real person?! Is this level of beauty even real?"

"A cool and aloof goddess on the left, a stunning beauty on the right! And the aunt in the middle is so lucky!"

"Where is this? I need to go there and keep watch."

In just half an hour, the video views increased exponentially, comments easily exceeded 10,000, and related topics firmly occupied the top three spots on the trending topics list!

Shen Yun keenly noticed that the group seemed to be surrounded by onlookers. Many customers at the snack shop had finished their meals but were still lingering, probably because the two daughters-in-law were just too stunningly beautiful.

"Let's go, Xiangjun, Xiaoxue, let's go out." After the two finished eating, Shen Jun stood up.

Zhao Xiangjun took a mask and put it on, which was her routine. In the past, if she went out without a mask, she would be annoyed to death. So many people stared at her, wishing they could swallow her whole.

When Han Xue heard that Shen Jun and his colleagues would be coming down soon, she took the two of them on a tour of Junxiao Supermarket while waiting for Feng Ting and the others to come down.

After browsing in the brightly lit store for about half an hour, Zhao Xiangjun's pace slowed noticeably. She subconsciously stroked her slightly protruding belly, a hint of weariness showing between her brows. As a pregnant woman, this stage is indeed not suitable for prolonged standing or excessive activity.

Shen Jun, who had been watching her closely, immediately noticed and her heart tightened. She stopped and asked in a low voice with concern, "Xiangjun, are you tired? You look a little pale. How about... we go home?" A trace of guilt flashed through her mind towards Feng Ting, but this guilt instantly became insignificant in the face of her daughter-in-law's and unborn grandson's health.

Zhao Xiangjun shook her head, forcing a reassuring smile for Shen Jun. Her voice remained clear, but with a touch of lazy softness: "Mom, it's alright, no need to go home so much trouble." She glanced around the bustling shopping mall, her gaze settling on the calm and reliable Han Xue beside her. "Han Xue, I remember you have a private office here, right? I'll go there to rest for a bit, get some fresh air, and lie down. You stay and keep me company while we shop, and then we'll go home together."

This place, as Junxiao Supermarket's first flagship store, carries special significance. Han Xue poured a lot of effort into it, personally participating in the planning and opening, and therefore specially reserved a dedicated office for it. Although the area is not large, only a little over forty square meters, and the layout is mainly simple and practical, it is perfectly suited as Zhao Xiangjun's temporary resting place at this moment.

The two of them escorted Zhao Xiangjun to her office together.

The three walked towards the employee entrance. Upon entering the relatively quiet back-office area, every store employee they encountered along the way, regardless of rank, immediately stopped and respectfully bowed or nodded upon recognizing Han Xue.
"Hello, Mr. Han!"

"Good afternoon, Mr. Han!" (End of Chapter)