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

Upon hearing that Xiao Li was indeed planning to attend Lee Ji-eun's concert, Zhang Ziqian gently set down her bone china teacup with a soft, crisp sound. She glanced at Xiao Li, whose face held a mixture of anticipation and frustration at dealing with scalpers, and a faint yet confident smile curved her lips.
"No need to go to scalpers, I have tickets here." The voice was as calm as if he were saying that the weather was nice today.

"You have a ticket?!" Xiao Li turned her head sharply, her eyes wide like saucers, her mouth slightly agape. Her expression was one of utter astonishment, as if she had just heard a fairy tale. She stared blankly at Zhang Ziqian, as if trying to confirm whether she was hallucinating.

“Hmm,” Zhang Ziqian nodded slightly, her tone still calm, but she dropped an even bigger bombshell, “Front row tickets. It’s a chance for you to get up close and personal with your idol.”

"Front...row tickets?!" Xiao Li's voice suddenly rose an octave, her astonishment instantly escalating into an almost comical skepticism. Zhang Ziqian saying she had tickets was surprising enough, but now she was saying they were front-row tickets?
This was simply beyond Xiao Li's comprehension and imagination! Looking at Zhang Ziqian's exquisite and flawless face, which was full of "this is normal," she was torn between her own thoughts and her own, completely unsure of what logic to use to convince herself to believe this news that seemed like a fairy tale.

Doubt entwined her heart like vines, until—

Zhang Ziqian calmly and precisely pulled out a beautifully designed concert ticket from her simple, high-quality "Starry Night" handbag and casually handed it to Xiao Li.

"Ahhhhhh!!!"

A scream that could have blown the roof off, a mixture of ecstasy and disbelief, burst from Xiao Li's throat! She jumped up as if struck by lightning, snatched the ticket, and stared intently at it, confirming the glaring seat number that represented the VIP area!
"Ziqian! My God! Ziqian! Are you a goddess?! How are you so amazing?!" She was so excited that she couldn't speak coherently. She grabbed Zhang Ziqian's arm and shook it vigorously, completely immersed in a huge vortex of surprise, her face flushed with excitement.

This shout startled those around him. Many people frowned and looked at him with disdain and impatience, as if he were a mental patient who had suddenly fallen ill.

"What are you doing?!" Zhang Ziqian was both amused and exasperated by the shaking. She quickly grabbed Xiao Li, who was so excited he was about to jump around on the spot, and pressed him back into his seat. "Calm down! Anyone who didn't know better would think there was an earthquake!"

Xiao Li realized his lapse in composure, looked around, and stuck out his tongue: "You don't know, I never thought I'd have the chance to see my idol up close one day."

She clutched the precious ticket tightly, as if afraid it would fly away, then, remembering something, her eyes sparkled as she looked at Zhang Ziqian: "Ziqian! Come shopping with me, okay? I want to buy the most beautiful outfit! I want to look gorgeous when I see my unnie!"

“Okay,” Zhang Ziqian readily agreed, packing her things. “Now that you’re in Jiangzhou, of course I have to show you the proper hospitality. Where would you like to go shopping? Junxiao Plaza or Junxiao City?” She naturally offered two top shopping destinations as options.

"Junxiao Plaza? The brands in Junxiao City are too expensive; I'm still a bit reluctant to spend the money."

"Alright, let's go, I'll get the car and take you to Junxiao Square."

"Ah—you bought a car?" Xiao Li was surprised. "I wanted to buy one too, but license plates in Shanghai are so expensive, I can't afford it."

The cars themselves aren't expensive now, but the license plates are. Who can I complain to about this?

"Sigh, the cities down here are better. There's less pressure, and the pace of life isn't as fast as in Shanghai," Xiao Li remarked as she and Zhang Ziqian walked out.

"Ziqian, I haven't asked yet, what kind of work have you been doing since you came back from Shanghai, and which company are you working for?"

Zhang Ziqian didn't stop walking, her tone as calm as if she were recounting someone else's story: "After I came back, I joined Junxiao Group and became the boss's assistant." She didn't emphasize it deliberately, nor did she try to be low-key; she was simply stating the facts.

"Wow—you're also at Junxiao Group? No wonder you didn't like the position Gao Yuan offered you," she said, still unaware of who Zhang Ziqian was referring to as the boss.

The main reason is that when they were together before, they always addressed their department heads as "boss." Plus, she never dared to even think of him as the big boss of Junxiao Group.

Junxiao Group alone is already enviable enough. Being an assistant to the big boss of Junxiao Group is something Xiao Li wouldn't even dare to dream of.

"No wonder you work in the Junxiao Lakeside CBD area; it turns out you work for Junxiao Group."

Just then—

"Xiao Li——Zhang Ziqian——"

A male voice, brimming with obvious excitement and urgency, suddenly rang out, breaking the atmosphere between the two. They looked in the direction of the voice and saw Gao Yuan, beaming, waving vigorously at them from the gleaming entrance steps of the CBD, as if he had discovered some treasure.

Zhang Ziqian's beautiful brows immediately furrowed, a hint of undisguised annoyance flashing in her eyes. What's wrong with this guy? She didn't even eat lunch with him; wasn't her attitude clear enough? Why is he still haunting her? Doesn't he have any sense at all!
Gao Yuan shouted, disregarding his image, and ran down the steps, rushing towards them with a clear goal in mind, as if afraid they would run away.

Zhang Ziqian didn't want to stay a second longer, much less waste her breath on this kind of person. She quickly whispered to Xiao Li, "Xiao Li, you talk to him for a while and get rid of him. I'll go get the car."

Xiao Li was appointed to this critical mission. He had already wronged Zhang Ziqian at noon, and now it was time to atone for his mistake. He quickly stepped forward and blocked Gao Yuan's path: "Mr. Gao—"

During lunch, Zhang Ziqian suddenly left her seat, catching Gao Yuan off guard. Now that they'd run into each other, he wasn't about to let his goddess leave so easily. He quickly called out, "Zhang Ziqian, we work in the same building. We'll see each other all the time. Are you going to keep avoiding me?"

She walked hurriedly, her mind preoccupied with getting rid of Gao Yuan and picking up Xiao Li, completely unaware that not far behind her, a Porsche Panamera with sleek lines and a paint finish as deep as the ocean, like a silent and elegant hunter, slowly and quietly followed her into the dimly lit parking lot entrance.

In the underground parking garage of Junxiao CBD, a hub for countless top-tier luxury cars, a Panamera certainly seemed... quite ordinary. Zhang Ziqian's figure disappeared around the corner, completely unaware of the Porsche that had quietly approached behind her.

"Drip-drip--"

Two short, clear car horns blared in quick succession, like metal fingers tapping in a quiet garage, abruptly shattering the background sounds of tires rubbing against the ground and the low hum of an engine.

Zhang Ziqian, who was walking briskly towards her parking space, paused and turned her head at the sound. There, she saw the deep blue Porsche Panamera, which she hadn't paid much attention to before, had quietly stopped just two or three meters away. The window rolled down silently, revealing a woman in the driver's seat. A face mostly obscured by large sunglasses. The lenses reflected a cold, hard light in the dim garage lighting, making it impossible to see her eyes; only her elegant jawline and lips painted with a muted, rosy lipstick, with an enigmatic curve, were visible.

"Zhang Ziqian?" A woman's voice came through the lowered car window, neither loud nor soft, carrying a deliberately controlled calm and an undeniable certainty, as if she had known who she was all along. "Want to come in and talk?"

Calling out your own name?

Zhang Ziqian stopped, turning slightly to the side, her sharp gaze sweeping into the car. She quickly scanned the driver's seat—the passenger seat was empty except for the woman in sunglasses. But she didn't approach easily; instead, she kept a few steps away, her tone scrutinizing, her voice equally calm and even: "Do we know each other?"

Normally, anyone with a sense of security wouldn't easily get into a stranger's car. But Zhang Ziqian wasn't an ordinary person. In the shadowy corner of the garage, behind a load-bearing pillar, and even near the elevator lobby, at least several seemingly casual but actually highly vigilant eyes were fixed on this area. Those were her security team. If this woman truly harbored any ill intentions, let alone taking her away, they probably wouldn't even be able to get this Porsche out of the garage.

As if sensing Zhang Ziqian's wariness, the woman in sunglasses seemed to deepen the curve of her lips, her voice carrying a reassuring tone, yet also revealing a hint of condescension: "Don't be afraid, I'm not a bad person."

"On the contrary, I've come to... bestow upon you a life of wealth and honor."

After saying that, as if to completely dispel Zhang Ziqian's doubts, she operated the car again, and the wide rear window of the Pamei was silently lowered, revealing the empty rear space without any obstruction.

“Look, I’m the only one in the car.” Her tone implied that she was being very honest.

Will you bestow upon me wealth and honor?
Zhang Ziqian almost burst out laughing. She tilted her head slightly, extended a slender, white finger, and gently tapped her chest with a hint of mockery and disbelief, her voice involuntarily carrying a playful tone:
"Give me wealth and status? Are you kidding me? Are you sure... you're looking for me?"

The woman in sunglasses chuckled softly, the sound hollow in the empty garage. She finally raised her hand and gracefully removed the sunglasses that covered most of her face.

What was revealed was a rather pretty face. Her makeup was exquisite, and her brows and eyes conveyed a sense of competence and shrewdness. Her eyes were particularly striking—the corners of her eyes were slightly upturned, and her pupils were dark brown. At this moment, she was looking directly at Zhang Ziqian with a faint, but not very warm, smile.

“Of course,” she said, her red lips parting slightly, each word clearly reaching Zhang Ziqian’s ears, the unspoken message carrying an undeniable arrogance, “Wealth… is not something everyone can possess.”

Curiosity and a heightened desire to see what the other person was really up to outweighed the urge to turn around and leave immediately.

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught sight of two security guards in plainclothes, who looked like ordinary office workers leaving work. They were casually and seemingly unintentionally taking a few steps closer, maintaining a safe distance while remaining poised to intervene at any moment. Another silhouette in the shadows also subtly shifted its position.

“Okay—” she replied crisply, her voice clear. She stepped toward the back door of Pamei’s car. Without hesitation, she reached out and opened the heavy back door, her movements without the slightest hesitation, as if she were simply getting into an ordinary taxi.

He casually closed the car door. The dark windows blocked out most of the outside light and sound, and the interior was immediately enveloped in a quiet space with a slightly oppressive feeling, surrounded by top-notch sound insulation and the fragrance of leather.

The woman in the front row looked at Zhang Ziqian, who was calm and composed in the back seat, through the rearview mirror. A hint of surprise flashed in her eyes, as if she hadn't expected her to be so decisive.

"Tell me, what kind of wealth and status?" Zhang Ziqian asked, a smile still playing on her lips.

The woman seemed quite pleased that Zhang Ziqian had asked that question. A knowing smile curved her lips as she reached into the center armrest of the front row and expertly pulled out an elegant metal cigarette case. She opened it, revealing neatly arranged slender women's cigarettes inside.

She took out a cigarette, its slender body held between her nail-painted fingers, the movement carrying a hint of languor and allure.

"Want one?" She didn't turn around, but simply handed the cigarette pack to the back of the car through the rearview mirror.

Zhang Ziqian frowned: "I'm not used to the smell of smoke."

The meaning is clear: if you smoke, I'm getting off the bus.

The woman's hand, offering the cigarette, froze in mid-air, a crack appearing in her previously composed demeanor. She clearly hadn't expected Zhang Ziqian to refuse so directly. She paused, then, as if she'd heard something amusing, scoffed, casually tossing the cigarette back into the pack, her tone laced with mockery and self-satisfied superiority:

"Ha, not bad. I already told you that immense wealth awaits you, and you can't even handle this little 'grievance'?"

Zhang Ziqian smiled faintly: "Go ahead and speak, I'm in a hurry."

The woman shook her head and said in a regretful tone, as if saying, "A person who does great things must be able to remain calm. Well, judging from your attitude, I'm afraid... you've never thought about doing anything significant." Her words were full of condescending judgment.

Zhang Ziqian showed no reaction, simply watching her quietly, waiting for what she would say next.

The woman took a deep breath, seemingly deciding to get to the point. She turned around, leaning half her body against the back of the driver's seat, and looked at Zhang Ziqian with a sharp gaze and a scrutinizing, commanding tone:

"Let me get straight to the point. From now on, stay away from Gao Yuan."

"lofty--?"

Zhang Ziqian's brows furrowed even more this time, not out of nervousness, but out of a pure, physiological weariness and impatience. This woman had gone on and on about "wealth and status," only to find out it was all for that idiot Gao Yuan? She even found it a little funny—shouldn't she have kept that clueless guy Gao Yuan away from her?

“Yes, that’s right,” the woman stared at Zhang Ziqian, her tone resolute, carrying a sense of assertive ownership, “It’s Gao Yuan, the young master of the Gaohua Hotel, Mr. Gao—” She deliberately emphasized the words “Mr. Gao.” (End of Chapter)