Super Rich: Enjoying the Happiness of the Wealthy After Divorce

At 11 p.m., the office buildings in Jiangcheng were still brightly lit.

Zhou Cheng dragged his leaden legs out of the company gate. Only when the evening breeze blew did he feel a chill on his sweat-soaked back.

He rubbed his sore neck. After working overtime for half a month straight, the entire project team was practically exhausted.

The thought of going home to a hot meal gave Zhou Cheng a glimmer of hope.

Pushing open the door, a chilly atmosphere hit me.

Only a dim floor lamp was on in the living room. His wife, Shen Lu, was leaning against the sofa, holding her phone, her face even more unpleasant than the lamplight.

"You finally decided to come back? I was starving!"

Her voice was shrill, filled with undisguised resentment.

Zhou Cheng paused, his hand still as he changed his shoes. He glanced at the clock on the wall and explained, "The project was wrapping up today, so I was a little busy. Didn't you order takeout?"

"Order takeout? Order takeout is free?" Shen Lu tossed her phone aside, crossed her arms, and looked Zhou Cheng up and down with a look of utter disgust.

She was wearing a silk slip dress; the smooth fabric clung to her body, outlining her beautiful curves.

But her beautiful face was filled with disdain for Zhou Cheng.

Zhou Cheng looked down at himself.

I'm almost thirty, and due to years of overtime work and irregular eating habits, I've developed some belly fat.

The T-shirt I'm wearing was bought three years ago, and the neckline is a bit deformed from washing.

A bitter feeling welled up in his heart.

For three years of marriage, he earned 10,000 yuan a month, and apart from keeping a few hundred yuan for commuting and lunch, he handed over the rest.

But the family was always short of money.

"Then I'll go cook." Zhou Cheng sighed, not wanting to argue with her, and turned to walk towards the kitchen.

The refrigerator was empty except for a few eggs and a handful of noodles.

He resignedly filled the water container, intending to make do with a bowl of noodles.

In the living room, Shen Lu picked up her phone again, her fingers flying across the screen.

Zhou Cheng could vaguely hear a few of her muttered words.

"Marrying a man who earns 10,000 yuan a month, in a place like Jiangcheng, what's the difference between that and begging?"

"Sisters, never marry a poor man! He can't even afford to feed you; he'll only drag you down!"

Zhou Cheng's hands froze as he cooked the noodles.

He didn't even need to look to know that Shen Lu was venting her dissatisfaction with him on her social media platform again.

Below, there will definitely be a group of clueless netizens attacking him, calling him "useless" and "a burden".

He closed his eyes, suppressing his turbulent emotions.

He endured it for the sake of his family.

Just then, Shen Lu's phone rang. Her tone instantly became affectionate and gentle as she answered, "Hello, Xiao Qiang, what's up?"

It was her younger brother, Shen Qiang.

"Sis, I've got my eye on a gold necklace, the brand I told you about last time. It's 50,000 yuan after the discount. Is it convenient for you?" The voice on the other end of the phone was matter-of-fact, with no hint of negotiation.

Zhou Cheng's heart sank.

Fifty thousand yuan—that was money they had painstakingly saved for almost a year.

"Fifty thousand... Okay, no problem! Buy it if you like it, I'll transfer the money to you! A man should have some style when he's out and about!" Shen Lu agreed readily and decisively.

Zhou Cheng walked out of the kitchen and stared at her: "You gave him the money?"

Shen Lu felt a little uncomfortable under his gaze, but quickly regained her composure: "What's wrong? That's my brother! He's getting married soon, he just bought a gold necklace to show off, is there a problem?"

"What about all the money we saved? All the savings in the family, you gave it all to him?" Zhou Cheng's voice trembled slightly.

"Yes, I gave it all to him!" Shen Lu admitted frankly. "My brother's wedding is a big deal; it's worth any amount of money! Unlike some people who never amount to anything!"

Zhou Cheng was so angry that he trembled all over, feeling as if a huge rock was stuck in his chest.

He worked hard, saving every penny he could, but in her eyes, it was nothing compared to her brother's gold necklace.

Just then, Zhou Cheng's own phone rang, and the caller ID showed "Dad".

His heart skipped a beat; it was so late, and his family usually wouldn't call.

"Hello, Dad?"

"Chengcheng! Come to the hospital quickly! Your mother... your mother suddenly suffered a cerebral hemorrhage and is being resuscitated in the emergency room!" On the other end of the phone, the father's voice was choked with sobs, filled with fear and helplessness.

"What?!" Zhou Cheng's mind went blank with a "buzz".

"The doctor said the situation is very dangerous and told us to prepare the surgery fees immediately, and pay a deposit of 10,000 yuan first!"

"Okay, okay, I'm coming right away! Dad, don't worry, I'll be there soon!"

Zhou Cheng hung up the phone, his hands and feet were ice cold.

He rushed to Shen Lu, his voice trembling with urgency: "My mother suffered a brain hemorrhage and is in the emergency room. She urgently needs 10,000 yuan for surgery. Give me the money right now!"

Shen Lu was startled by his appearance, but upon hearing that he wanted money, she immediately became defensive: "Money? Where would I get money? Didn't I give all my money to my brother?"

"That's my mother's life-saving money!" Zhou Cheng shouted, his eyes bloodshot.

"Why are you yelling?" Shen Lu was enraged instead. "What does your mother's illness have to do with me? Besides, does my brother's wedding cost nothing? His wedding is a once-in-a-lifetime event! Your parents are getting old; they'll all be like this sooner or later. Why waste money on them? They're just two old, burdensome children!"

"What...what did you say?" Zhou Cheng couldn't believe his ears.

He looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar woman before him; every word she uttered felt like a knife, stabbing deep into his heart.

"I said they're old geezers! So what?" Shen Lu yelled, defiantly. "If it weren't for them, would I have to live this miserable life with you? Just get a divorce already, I've really had enough!"

At this moment, Zhou Cheng's heart died completely.

He didn't say another word to her, turned around and rushed out of the house.

Having no money, he had to call his colleagues one by one to borrow some.

On the other end of the phone, some people stammered, while others hung up immediately.

In the end, it was a newly hired intern who transferred 10,000 yuan to him without saying a word.

"Brother Cheng, don't panic, saving lives is the priority!"

Holding his phone, Zhou Cheng's eyes welled up with tears. After repeatedly thanking everyone, he rushed to the hospital like a madman.

The operating room lights stayed on all night.

At four in the morning, the doctor came out wearily and told him that the surgery was successful and the person was temporarily out of danger.

Zhou Cheng's tense nerves finally relaxed, and he almost collapsed to the ground.

After spending some time at the hospital and settling his father in, he dragged his aching body back to his so-called "home".

As soon as I opened the door, a rich aroma of food wafted out.

Zhou Cheng followed the aroma and saw Shen Lu sitting at the dining table, enjoying something.

On the dining table were several exquisite takeout boxes, each printed with the logo of a high-end Japanese restaurant.

Inside the box were several slices of meat with clearly defined snowflake-like texture, fried to perfection, the glistening fat particularly enticing under the light.

It's Wagyu beef. A serving costs at least several hundred yuan.

Zhou Cheng stopped in his tracks.

He remembered that a few hours earlier, she had said that she didn't have money to order takeout and that she was starving.

He recalled that a few hours earlier, she had said that her family had no savings and couldn't come up with 10,000 yuan to save her life.

Now, she is here, leisurely enjoying an expensive, high-end Wagyu beef takeout.

An uncontrollable rage surged from the soles of Zhou Cheng's feet to the top of his head. He felt as if his blood was burning.

"Is it good?" He walked over step by step, his voice as cold as if he had been pulled out of an ice cellar.

Shen Lu was clearly surprised that he would come back at this time, and her hand trembled so much that the Wagyu beef on her chopsticks fell onto the table.

She felt a little guilty, but she still wouldn't let it go: "You... what are you doing back here? You looked like a ghost, you scared me to death!"

"I asked you, is it delicious?" Zhou Cheng repeated, his eyes fixed on her.

"It's...it's alright." Shen Lu avoided his gaze.

"The Wagyu beef I bought with my mother's life-saving money, doesn't it taste especially delicious?" Zhou Cheng said, each word dripping with blood.

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Shen Lu shrieked like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. "I bought it with my own money!"

"Your own money? Isn't your money my money? Where did you get the money? Didn't you say you didn't have a single penny and that you used it all to buy your brother a gold necklace?" Zhou Cheng swept the takeout boxes off the table and onto the floor.

"Zhou Cheng, are you crazy!" Shen Lu stood up, pointing her finger at his nose and yelling, "This is my hidden stash of money, so what? I'm spending my own money, what's it to you! What does it matter to me whether your mother lives or dies!"

"Fine, fine, what's it to me?" Zhou Cheng laughed angrily, tears welling up in his eyes.

This is the woman he loved and endured for three years.

"Didn't you want a divorce?" Zhou Cheng looked at her, his eyes devoid of any warmth. "Divorce! Tomorrow! I feel disgusted even spending a second longer with you!"

Shen Lu was stunned by his resolute demeanor, but quickly, she also sneered: "Fine, let's get a divorce! Who's afraid of who? I've wanted to divorce you, you good-for-nothing, for a long time! Do you think I care about you?"

"Get out!" Zhou Cheng pointed to the bedroom door.

Shen Lu cursed and went back to her room, slamming the door shut.

In the empty living room, only Zhou Cheng remained. He seemed to have all his strength drained away, and slumped onto the sofa in despair.

My heart aches so much I can hardly breathe.

Just then, a cold, emotionless mechanical voice suddenly rang in his mind.

[The host's marital relationship has completely broken down, plunging the host into a desperate situation, meeting the activation conditions.]

[The Godly Tycoon System is activating...]

[Activation successful! Congratulations, host, on beginning your life of wealth!]