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

On the other side of Mr. Chen, in an equally comfortable and spacious single sofa—

Lee Ji-eun was leaning back there in a relaxed posture!

She shed her dazzling superstar aura from the stage, and at this moment, she resembled a girl next door. She wore no exaggerated makeup, only a light, natural look, her long, flowing hair casually draped over her shoulders, and she wore a soft, comfortable off-white knit sweater paired with simple jeans.

Holding a drink in her hand, she tilted her head slightly, listening intently to President Chen and Zhang Ziqian's conversation. A gentle and genuine smile naturally curved her lips. That natural ease and approachability was something never seen on stage.

Qin Ning was still holding her arm and could clearly feel Xiao Li's body stiffen instantly and her body temperature rise. She looked at her flushed face and blank eyes with some surprise and asked softly, "...Xiao Li? Are you alright?" But Xiao Li had completely lost the ability to respond, and only her wide-open eyes were filled with helplessness.

Chen Xiao and Zhang Ziqian had already spotted them. Zhang Ziqian stood up to greet them: "Xiaoxiao, Xiao Li, come sit here—"

Xie Xiaoxiao's sharp eyes swept across the spacious and luxurious main salon, quickly catching sight of Shen Yun and Chen Tao—they were sitting leisurely by a viewing window, sipping tea and gazing at the sea view. She immediately gestured to Zhang Ziqian:
"Let me say hello to your parents first," she said, and walked towards Chen Xiao's parents with a natural and generous demeanor.

Mr. Chen's parents?!
They're here too?!
Xiao Li felt his legs, which had just regained sensation, instantly become as weak as two boiled noodles, almost unable to support his body weight!
I used to think I'd be incredibly excited to meet my idol. But today, when I actually met him, I felt like I was about to die of fright!

This is a happy problem for her; Wang Ying wishes she could take her place.

at the same time.

On the dock.

The sun was shining brightly, and the sea breeze carried a salty scent.

Wang Ying, absent-minded and as if sleepwalking, slowly followed Gao Yuan, whose face was still gloomy, toward his "luxury" yacht moored beside the huge shadow of the Azam.

Every step felt like walking on cotton.

Her gaze, as if drawn by invisible chains, was unable to leave the dark, majestic hull of the Azam. There lay the celestial temple she longed for, the ladder to heaven she dreamed of climbing.

And what about the white yacht that's leading down to us?

Compared to the magnificent, floating city-like body of the Azzam, it appears so small, frail, and cramped.

Completely unaware that she had been looking forward to the "luxury" yacht, she had already started to complain about it before she even got on board!

Just then—

Buzz—Buzz—

Two short, clear vibrations came out of the bag she was clutching tightly without warning!
It must be Zhang Ziqian's reply!

It must be a call from the Azam!
The immense anticipation and the overwhelming joy of taking a gamble engulfed her like a tsunami!
"If Ziqian lets me onto the ship! Even now! Immediately! Right now!"

"I will not hesitate! Immediately! Right now! Throw this 'little sampan captain' Gao Yuan aside like trash!"

"I will never look back even once!"

However, when she saw Zhang Ziqian's reply, she immediately deflated:

[Zhang Ziqian: Have fun!!!]

There was no invitation as she had expected, not even the slightest hint of "why don't you want to come and take a look?", and certainly no humble plea for an "introduction".

Only one sentence... a cold, polite, meaningless... blessing!
It's like a casually typed holiday greeting from an insignificant person, a purely social greeting that doesn't require any response!

The immense disappointment was like a bucket of ice water poured over my head, instantly extinguishing all my enthusiasm and fantasies!
Gao Yuan had already stepped onto the deck of his white yacht, worth 200 million Chinese yuan, and turned back impatiently to urge, "Wang Ying? What are you dawdling for? Hurry up and get on!"

I heard that this yacht cost 2 million Chinese yuan, and its interior luxury far exceeded her expectations.

Expensive teak decks, a spacious and bright salon area, top-of-the-line sofas upholstered in genuine leather, an exquisite bar displaying a variety of fine wines, and professional crew members standing by... every detail exudes the comfort and style bought with money. Normally, this would be the ultimate indulgence she'd spend all day taking photos and showing off on social media.

But at this moment—

All this luxury lost its luster in Wang Ying's eyes.

But at that moment, she had no intention of taking pictures; all she could think about was the Azam.
My gaze kept drifting uncontrollably out the porthole, towards the ever-expanding sea, towards the direction that had become a blurry black dot.

Waaah—!
A deep and long whistle sounded, as if coming from the distant sea, carrying the meaning of announcing a voyage.

That was the departure signal for the Azzam!
The behemoth, like a city on the sea, had completely left the harbor. Its smooth and powerful body broke through the deep blue sea, leaving two white trails of waves in its wake, and headed headlong into the open high seas!

Gao Yuan's friends came over to say hello, and they were all discussing the recently departed Azam:
"Should we chase after them?" asked Gao Yuan's friend, Mr. Jia, a young man in his thirties who, according to Gao Yuan, worked in finance.

Seeing Gao Yuan and Wang Ying glancing frequently in the direction where Azam had disappeared, he smiled and made this suggestion.

Gao Yuan gave a perfunctory "hmm," and with the low hum of the engine, the seemingly luxurious "small sampan" sped off into the open sea.

Mr. Jia joked, "That yacht is said to have a defense system. That's only in China. If it were in the Middle East, they would even have missile defense systems."

Wang Ying was of average appearance, and Mr. Jia had also brought several pretty girls on the boat. After Gao Yuan came aboard, he told Wang Ying to make herself at home, while he went to drink and chat with Mr. Jia and the girls.

The boundless blue sea stretched to the horizon like a giant ribbon, and the Azam sailed smoothly upon it, cutting through the deep blue water and leaving two long, elegant white trails in its wake. The salty, fresh sea breeze, carrying a powerful vitality, freely swept across the deck, stirring the hair and clothes of everyone present.

Chen Xiao leaned casually against the observation railing on the bow deck, holding a glass of dark red, rich liquid in his hand. The crystal glass reflected a translucent luster in the sunlight.

Lee Ji-eun, having shed her stage glamour, now wore a simple off-white linen dress. The sea breeze tousled her smooth black hair, revealing her flawless forehead. She tilted her head slightly, smiling as she spoke to Chen Xiao. Sunlight bathed her face, her natural and intimate beauty like that of a goddess next door. He Qing stood on the other side, wearing a well-tailored navy blue silk dress that accentuated her curves. A gentle, serene smile played on her lips, like a lady stepping out of a classical painting, her demeanor calm and composed.

Zhao Xiangjun stood slightly ahead of Chen Xiao. The sea breeze seemed to be especially gentle on her, only lightly ruffling a few strands of hair at her temples, adding to her ethereal and otherworldly aura.

She simply stood there casually, her seemingly simple moon-white silk dress outlining her smooth and breathtaking figure in the sea breeze.

A little further away on the upper deck, Zhang Ziqian, Xie Xiaoxiao, and Qin Ning were also leaning on the railing, gazing at the magnificent sea view.

Qin Ning's gaze, however, kept drifting involuntarily toward the bow of the ship—or more precisely, toward where Zhao Xiangjun was—with an undisguised mix of amazement and self-consciousness.

Before she arrived, she never dreamed that there could be a woman in the world who was so beautiful!
Both Lee Ji-eun and He Qing are stunningly beautiful on their own, but they clearly paled in comparison to that other woman.

It's not just those two; Xie Xiaoxiao and I are both top beauties. Being with her makes me feel a little inferior!
Li Xingxing poked his head out of the cabin, and the sunlight and sea breeze instantly rushed towards him. He immediately saw Chen Xiao surrounded by several fairy-like figures at the bow of the ship—Li Zhi'en, He Qing, and the Zhao Xiangjun who made him feel inferior! The scene was breathtakingly beautiful, but it also made Li Xingxing's heart pound.

"Goodness...this is quite a sight..."

He instinctively shrank back, abruptly stopping in his tracks, and turned to slip back into the safety of the cabin. In this paradise of a place, a rough fellow like him standing there would be a real eyesore, especially since he knew all too well how much trouble his mouth could cause—if he blurted out something inappropriate and embarrassed Chen Xiao in front of these women, the consequences… just thinking about it sent chills down his spine!

However, he had only turned half his body around—

"Star--!"

Chen Xiao's voice, tinged with a lazy smile, came through clearly, and he even raised his hand to beckon to him.

"Over here! What are you doing standing at the door? They're all your sister-in-law, what are you afraid of?"

Chen Xiao's tone was clearly mocking, as if he had seen through Chen Xiao's little scheme to slip away.

Li Xingxing cried out in his heart, "I'm scared! I'm so damn scared!" He knew all too well about his habit of not keeping his mouth shut!
He forced a smile that was a mixture of respect, flattery, and extreme caution, and bowed to each of the beautiful women one by one in greeting:
"Hello, sister-in-law!" (To Lee Ji-eun)
"Hello, sister-in-law!" (To He Qing)

"Hello, sister-in-law!" (To Zhao Xiangjun)
As he passed Xie Xiaoxiao and Qin Ning, a sudden thought struck him, perhaps out of nervousness, and he blurted out to Xie Xiaoxiao:

"Hello, sister-in-law!" "Hello, Teacher Qin!"

That shout startled Xie Xiaoxiao, who was looking at the sea! Her pretty face instantly flushed red, all the way to her ears! She was so embarrassed and ashamed that she wished she could disappear into the ground!

Qin Ning, who was standing next to him, immediately became unhappy!
A powerful resentment emanated from her, almost tangible!
Her beautiful eyes glared at Li Xingxing, filled with silent accusation:
"Wait! What does this mean?"

"You call Xiaoxiao 'sister-in-law'! But when it comes to me, all I can say is 'Teacher Qin'?"

"Why should I? Am I not worthy?"

Li Xingxing really felt that she was not good enough for her, because she was already a young married woman, and such a person obviously could not be a "sister-in-law"!
Looking at Zhao Xiangjun's aloof and otherworldly face, seemingly untouched by worldly concerns, and feeling the awe-inspiring majesty that emanated naturally without a word... Li Xingxing's heart nearly leaped out of her throat! Her palms were drenched in sweat!

This is the true mistress of the Chen family!

The key was that this sister-in-law had a cool and aloof demeanor, and her deep, calm eyes seemed to see right through people. Add to that her current unapproachable status… Li Xingxing felt her legs tremble! She was terrified! She didn't dare breathe!

The atmosphere became somewhat tense for a moment.

Li Xingxing's obvious nervousness and unease were almost palpable.

Zhao Xiangjun's eyes, which seemed to hold the stars, calmly swept over Li Xingxing's stiff face, then glanced at Chen Xiao, who was watching the scene with great interest. A very faint, almost imperceptible curve appeared at the corner of her lips. Then, she gently turned her gaze to Li Zhi'en and He Qing beside her, as well as Zhang Ziqian and others a little further away, and gave them a meaningful look.

No words are needed!
Several exceptionally intelligent women instantly understood!
Li Zhien covered her mouth and chuckled, He Qing nodded gently, and Zhang Ziqian directly greeted Xie Xiaoxiao and Qin Ning:

"Xiaoxiao, Qin Ning, let's go over there for a walk and get some fresh air."

As if by telepathy, the women turned gracefully and walked towards the stern of the ship, chatting and laughing, leaving the space to Chen Xiao and Li Xingxing.

Li Xingxing watched as the fairies kindly left, especially Zhao Xiangjun's silent gesture, and a strong sense of gratitude welled up in his heart!

Sister-in-law Xiangjun is the best! She's so understanding and considerate!
The pressure cooker is finally free!
Chen Xiao watched as Li Xingxing's shoulders slumped in relief, and couldn't help but chuckle. He casually took a glass of red wine from the ice bucket beside him and handed it to her.

"Alright, stop standing there. How have you been lately? I heard from Cha Lan that..."

Chen Xiao paused deliberately, swirling the wine in his glass, a playful smile on his face.
"...You're pretty determined now, aren't you? You can really endure hardship?"

Li Xingxing took the wine glass and had just taken a small sip to calm her nerves when she heard these words and almost choked!

He immediately put on a mournful face, as if he had suffered a great injustice:
"Boss! Please don't mention Boss Cha!"

He waved his arms exaggeratedly.

"Mr. Cha is good in every other way! It's just this one thing—he's vindictive and petty!"

He leaned closer, lowered his voice, and accused:

"Tell me! How old is he? Huh? A CEO of a large corporation! Is it appropriate for him to lower himself to the level of a young punk like me? Doesn't he have any sense of magnanimity as an elder?"

The thought of that office, without air conditioning and scorching hot like an oven from the west, filled him with sorrow: "He insisted I go to that lousy office! He called it 'building my willpower' and 'enduring hardship'! Isn't that just creating problems where there aren't any? Isn't that just 'making things difficult even when there aren't any'? Isn't this pure torture?" (End of Chapter)