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

The smooth, electric suction doors slid open silently and elegantly to the rear and upward, revealing an equally luxurious and exquisite cockpit.

Her movements were fluid and natural; she bent down and gracefully sat into the driver's seat, which was worth over eight million.

The Ferrari's doors closed and locked silently and smoothly, like an angel folding its wings.

The soft light inside the car shone through the tinted windows, outlining Zhang Ziqian's exquisite and perfect profile.

At that moment, just a few meters away, there was a Porsche Panamera—

The woman in sunglasses looked as if her soul had been instantly ripped out!
The maniacal laughter, disdain, and mockery on her face... all the expressions were still frozen on her face, not yet fading. But her eyes were wide open like saucers, the eyeballs almost bulging out!
Her mouth was slightly open, still in the "O" shape from her earlier rebuke, but she could no longer utter a sound.

How could she...how could she get on that car?!

How did she manage to open the door of that Ferrari?!
That top-of-the-line car worth over eight million... how could it belong to her?!
I...I don't have any!

Zhang Ziqian didn't even glance at her again. The Ferrari's V12 engine emitted a deep and powerful roar as it started, like the low growl of a beast awakening. The lights flashed, and the car smoothly and swiftly drove away from the parking space, leaving only two red streaks of light in its taillights.

Standing at the turnstile at the underground parking lot exit, Gao Yuan's face was ashen. The pent-up frustration and unvented anger in his chest had caused him to completely lose the composure he had carefully maintained in front of Zhang Ziqian. He spoke to Xiao Li, who was trying to stop him, his tone clearly filled with displeasure and accusation:

"Xiao Li! We're colleagues, right? It's one thing if you don't help me matchmake, but why are you siding with outsiders and interfering?!" He took a step closer, his eyes filled with pressure. "Do you think... I, Gao Yuan, am not good enough for Zhang Ziqian?!"

Xiao Li thought about Zhang Ziqian's attitude just now and smiled apologetically: "President Gao, it's not a matter of not being good enough for her. If I try to matchmake her again, I'll be lucky if she doesn't spit in my face."

Then he added, "Mr. Gao, forced relationships are never happy. People need to learn to forgive themselves."

"Hmph!" Gao Yuan scoffed, showing no politeness whatsoever to Xiao Li. "What do you mean by 'forced ripening won't make it sweet'! As long as the melon itself is sweet, it doesn't matter if it ripens naturally or is forcibly picked; it'll taste just as sweet!" He confidently threw out his twisted logic, then switched to a seemingly earnest but actually condescending tone to retort:
"As her friend, don't you hope she can have a good life and a happy life in the future?" He deliberately emphasized the word "happy," as if only the happiness he defined was true happiness.

Xiao Li was taken aback by the question, then chuckled and asked in return, "Mr. Gao, what do you think... is happiness?" The question was vague, but she wanted to see what profound insights this young master of a "wealthy family" could offer.

"What is happiness?" Gao Yuan scoffed as if he had heard an extremely naive question, and gave his only answer with absolute certainty: "Poverty is definitely not happiness! Need I say more?!" He waved his arms as if stating a universal truth, "The material base determines the superstructure! Without money, what happiness can you talk about!"

Shaking his head, Xiao Li didn't know Zhang Ziqian's current financial situation, but since she also worked at Junxiao Group, her treatment wouldn't be worse than his own. For a girl to work at Junxiao Group and earn tens of thousands a month was already a very fortunate thing, and had absolutely nothing to do with poverty.

“Mr. Gao,” Xiao Li retorted calmly, “you may have misunderstood. Ziqian… is not poor. Think about it, when you tempted her with that ‘million-dollar annual salary’ job, she rejected it without even blinking. Does that seem like someone who is short of money?”

She subtly revealed some information, "Besides, Ziqian has already bought her own car. With that standard of living, she doesn't seem like someone who needs to worry about money, right?"

Gao Yuan smiled. "A car? You can buy a car for tens of thousands of yuan these days. Cars aren't anything special. If she's willing to be with me, I can buy her a Porsche." He emphasized the word "Porsche," as if it were the golden key to his definition of "happiness."

The moment he finished speaking—

Boom—!!! Boom—!!!
A deep, powerful roar, like a beast awakening, surged forth from the depths of the parking lot without warning! The sound was incredibly penetrating, instantly drowning out all the other noises in the garage, carrying a primal, overwhelming force that pounded against our eardrums!

A ruby-red Ferrari Purosangue, burning like a blazing fire, came to a smooth stop at the gate, like a flowing line of fire, with unparalleled visual impact and a surging roar.

The streamlined body, sharp lines, and the radiance emanating from the prancing horse emblem instantly overshadowed everything around it!

The driver's side window rolled down silently, revealing Zhang Ziqian's bright and beautiful face. She didn't even glance at Gao Yuan, whose face had instantly turned deathly pale. Her gaze fell directly on the slightly dazed Xiao Li, a natural smile playing on her lips. Her voice was clear and crisp, carrying an undeniable command:
"Come on, get in the car—!"

Xiao Li snapped out of his daze, staring at the dream car that looked like it had just been driven off a fashion magazine cover, and then at Zhang Ziqian's relaxed and carefree face. A huge sense of absurdity and an indescribable feeling of exhilaration surged into his heart!
Almost with a hint of excitement, she jogged to the passenger side of the Ferrari. The futuristic coach doors, like elegant wings, slid open silently as she approached, revealing an equally luxurious interior.

With the soft click of the car door closing, amidst the steady, low hum of the Ferrari V12 engine at idle, and under Gao Yuan's petrified, statue-like gaze—

The red prancing horse, carrying two girls, smoothly passed through the turnstile and merged into the bustling city traffic outside.

Gao Yuan was left standing there, frozen in place, the roar of the Ferrari still ringing in his ears, the glaring red still lingering in his mind's eye, and Zhang Ziqian's nonchalant "Get in the car—".

The "Porsche" he had just been talking about now sounded like a huge, cheap... joke.

What is happiness?

Is poverty definitely not happiness?

Does the material base determine the superstructure?

She doesn't seem to lack the only material support he can provide.
Gao Yuan stared blankly at the flickering taillights, wanting to sing a song—"My Heart Is Too Chaotic".

Inside the Ferrari, Xiao Li nervously looked at the interior. "Ziqian, did you borrow this or..."

Although borrowing a Ferrari is difficult, it's still easier for her to accept than this one belonging to Zhang Ziqian.

After all, when they were colleagues in Shanghai, they were still careful with their lunch delivery. Back then, Zhang Ziqian couldn't afford to drive a Ferrari, and even when she wanted to take a ride-hailing service, she would only take a regular car or a minivan, as she couldn't bear to take a taxi.

Zhang Ziqian smiled sweetly: "It's mine."

Ah—Xiao Li's disbelief also made her feel disbelief. She had just said that she was the assistant to the boss of Junxiao Group.

Given Chen Xiao's status, is it strange that his assistant drives a Ferrari?

Little did she know that Xiao Li had always thought she was an assistant to some department head.
Back in Shanghai, Zhang Ziqian had gone shopping with Xiao Li before, but they never dared to browse the first floor of shopping malls. The first floor was full of big brands, and the prices were too high for them.

So at that time, they would often try on clothes in stores and then search online for the same style, but at a fraction of the price.

Now, let alone Zhang Ziqian, even if Xiao Li were to shop on the first floor of Junxiao Plaza, he wouldn't need to ask the prices of anything except for those luxury stores.

"Shall we go check out SaMo?" Xiao Li suggested, pointing to a shop not far away with an elegant decor and the latest season's fashion displayed in its window. This was her ideal place to buy her idol's "battle" outfit.

Upon hearing Xiao Li's suggestion, Zhang Ziqian naturally wouldn't refuse, since she was there to accompany Xiao Li in the first place.

This store is owned by Zhao Xiangjun's fourth uncle. Its personnel management follows company standards, and the merchandise is naturally no worse than that of a directly operated store, and may even be better. Therefore, even locals in Jiangzhou can't tell the difference between this store and a directly operated store, and mistake it for one.

Upon entering the store, the staff warmly greeted her. Zhang Ziqian looked around but didn't see her fourth aunt, guessing that she probably hadn't come to the store today.

Uncle Si's shop makes a profit of over 150 million yuan a year, which has completely transformed the family's life. Later, he suggested to Zhao Hui that he wanted to open a few more shops.

Chen Xiao encouraged Zhao Hui to support the capable members of the Zhao family, and Zhao Hui agreed, helping him open a few more stores. So now, Aunt Si drives a Buick M7 and visits all the stores daily, no longer staying at just one store as before.

There were several other customers in the store. The most conspicuous was a middle-aged man dressed in designer casual wear, with a striking gold Rolex on his wrist, who was helping a stylish young woman who looked to be in her early twenties pick out clothes.

The undisguised intimacy and age difference between the two made their relationship seem unusual. Zhang Ziqian was already used to this kind of pairing, so she glanced at them and then paid no more attention.

Xiao Li was quickly drawn to the new seasonal items, carefully selecting several outfits before entering the fitting room with great anticipation. Zhang Ziqian, on the other hand, strolled towards the store's comfortable and elegantly furnished lounge area, settling down on a single velvet sofa to quietly wait for Xiao Li to emerge.

Just as she relaxed and turned her gaze towards the fitting room—

"Beauty--"

A middle-aged male voice, deliberately low and greasy, suddenly rang out from the side and behind.

Zhang Ziqian frowned slightly and turned to look. Sure enough, it was the middle-aged man with the gold Rolex from before. He had somehow shaken off his young female companion and approached alone, a self-satisfied smile plastered on his face.

"What is it?" Zhang Ziqian's voice was cold and devoid of warmth, and her eyes carried undisguised aloofness and a hint of displeasure at being disturbed.

The middle-aged man seemed oblivious to the cold signal, or perhaps he was simply used to it. He cut to the chase, his words as practiced as if he'd rehearsed them countless times: "Can we be friends?" His tone carried an air of certainty that "it's your honor that I've taken a liking to you."

The disgust in Zhang Ziqian's eyes instantly solidified into tangible frost. "Sorry, I'm not interested." Her refusal was crisp and decisive, leaving no room for negotiation.

"Haha, that's got personality!" The middle-aged man didn't back down at all; on the contrary, the rejection seemed to have aroused his "interest" or rather, his desire to conquer. He sat down on the sofa opposite Zhang Ziqian without any hesitation, leaning forward slightly. His eyes, like a scanner, lingered unabashedly on Zhang Ziqian's stunningly beautiful face and pure temperament. His inner restlessness was almost written on his face.

While greedily admiring the rare beauty, he subconsciously rubbed the gleaming gold Rolex watch on his wrist with his other hand, his fingertips circling the smooth dial in a deliberate and exaggerated gesture—a common trick of his, using expensive accessories as silent bargaining chips to try to attract the attention of gold-digging girls and imply his "wealth."

However, Zhang Ziqian's reaction disappointed him.

She seemed completely oblivious to his dazzling gold Rolex, and unfazed by his burning gaze. She simply and calmly reached for a beautifully designed fashion magazine on the coffee table in the lounge area, elegantly flipping through it, her eyes landing serenely on the colored pages, as if the person sitting opposite her wasn't a person, but rather a mass of… air.

The middle-aged man stood there, left hanging, his smile fading. But the more he was ignored, the more his anger and resentment burned. This girl was too beautiful! She was on a completely different level from the young woman he'd paid to be with! That natural, ethereal beauty was driving him wild!
"Beautiful lady," he said again, unwilling to give up, trying to find a breakthrough. He glanced towards the fitting room, guessing his female companion wouldn't be out for a while. He changed to what he thought was a clever way to start a conversation, "What brand of car do you like?" In his view, cars, like watches, were a universal key to demonstrating status and opening up a topic of conversation.

Zhang Ziqian's gaze remained fixed on the magazine, and she didn't even lift her eyelids upon hearing this. She slowly turned a page before clearly and fluently reciting a series of names in a tone that carried a barely perceptible hint of annoyance and mockery, as if discussing the weather:

Ferrari.

"Bugatti".

Lamborghini.

"Uh--"

The middle-aged man felt as if an invisible hand had suddenly grabbed his throat!

Do you like Rolex?

He immediately changed direction, thinking to himself, "She's so beautiful, it would be a great deal to give her a Rolex!"

"dislike--"

He paused for a moment, "This is the first time I've met a beautiful woman who doesn't like Rolexes."

Zhang Ziqian glanced back at the fitting room and said, "That's because the people you meet don't usually wear Patek Philippe watches." (End of Chapter)