Super Rich: Enjoying the Happiness of the Wealthy After Divorce

The convoy drove along the streets of Jiangcheng as the city lights began to twinkle, so smoothly that you could hardly feel any bumps.

Mr. and Mrs. Lin sat in the back seat of the Mercedes-Benz S-Class, feeling dizzy and disoriented, as if they had been thrown into another world.

The car was enormous. Excessively so. There was a wool carpet underfoot that you could sink into, and the air smelled wonderfully of leather with a hint of wood. The seats were heated, ventilated, and even had massage functions; they were so comfortable they didn't know where to put their hands and feet.

"Old man, this...this isn't a dream, is it?" Lin's mother tugged at her husband's arm, her voice weak. "Pinch me hard, I feel like my legs are going to give way."

Lin's father didn't pinch her. His eyes were fixed on the rapidly receding street scene outside the window, and he kept muttering, "Mirror Lake... it's Mirror Lake... I never dreamed in my entire life that I would be able to go in and see it..."

That place, for ordinary people like them, was like the former imperial palace—something they couldn't even dream of.

Now? Not only do we have to go in, we have to live there?

The elderly couple exchanged a glance, both seeing a sense of bewilderment and awe in each other's eyes.

They could only look up to Mr. Zhou, whom they had only heard of but never met.

The convoy passed several checkpoints and finally stopped in front of a vermilion gate.

Two imposing stone lions stand on either side of the gate, and above the gate hangs a plaque with gold lettering on a black background, bearing the three characters "No. 1 Courtyard" in a flamboyant and elegant style.

The gate slowly opened, revealing a traditional Chinese courtyard that looked just like something out of a painting. Rockeries, flowing water, pavilions, and winding corridors—every step offered a different view.

The moving company's truck has arrived ahead of schedule.

Under the direction of a middle-aged man in a suit who looked like a butler, the workers were carefully moving some brand-new furniture, still in its packaging, into the main house.

"Mr. Lin, Mrs. Lin, Mr. Zhou has instructed that this will be your home from now on." The butler greeted them as they got out of the car, a humble smile on his face. "My surname is Wang, and I am the butler sent by Mr. Zhou to manage this courtyard. Please feel free to call me if you need anything in the future."

"Butler Wang... you're too kind." Mr. Lin was so nervous that he could hardly speak.

"Dad, Mom."

Lin Wanwan also got out of the Ferrari and walked over to them.

Compared to her parents' anxiety, she seemed much calmer.

After a day of etiquette lessons, her posture and demeanor already showed signs of becoming those of an upper-class socialite.

"Uncle Wang, is everything arranged?" she asked Butler Wang.

"Everything is ready, Miss Lin," Butler Wang replied respectfully. "The master bedroom has been prepared for the elders as you wished. The east wing is your room, and the west wing is a study and tea room. Do you see anything else you'd like to change?"

"Yes, thank you for your hard work." Lin Wanwan nodded.

Her natural, commanding manner left Mr. and Mrs. Lin completely bewildered.

Is this still their timid and introverted daughter?

It's been a day since I last saw you, and you seem like a completely different person.

The family followed Butler Wang into the main house.

As soon as she entered, Lin's mother exclaimed "Ouch!" and almost lost her balance.

The interior decoration exudes an indescribable air of luxury. The floor is made of golden nanmu wood that reflects your image, and the walls are adorned with ink paintings that you can't quite decipher but feel are incredibly impressive. All the furniture on display is antique-style mahogany.

"Butler Wang... these pieces of furniture... must have cost a lot of money, right?" Lin's mother asked cautiously, touching a set of mahogany sofas.

Butler Wang smiled and quoted a figure: "Madam has a good eye. This sofa is made of Hainan rosewood. It was just bought at an auction recently. Including shipping and commission, it cost about two million one hundred thousand."

Two million one hundred thousand!

Lin's mother recoiled as if she had been electrocuted.

She felt like she wasn't touching a sofa, but a mountain of gold!

"Then...what about that table?"

"Made of small-leaf sandalwood, 1.6 million."

"Where...where's that screen?"

"The ones carved from agarwood are more expensive, probably a little over three million."

Every time Butler Wang announced a number, Mr. and Mrs. Lin's hearts skipped a beat.

In the end, neither of them dared to ask any more questions.

This isn't moving house, it's moving into a museum. Any single item in here is worth more than they've earned in their entire lives combined.

"Dad, Mom, don't be nervous." Lin Wanwan noticed their unease and went over to take her mother's arm. "This is our home from now on. These things are meant to be used, don't treat them like antiques."

"This...this can't be the same!" Lin's mother was still terrified.

Just then, Zhou Cheng called.

Lin Wanwan quickly went to a quiet corner to answer the call.

"Hello, Mr. Zhou." Her voice softened without her even realizing it.

"Are you settled in?"

"Yeah, I just arrived. My parents... are a little unsettled."

"That's normal." Zhou Cheng chuckled softly on the other end of the phone. "Give them some time. Remember, you're the mistress of the house. You need to learn to take control, not be intimidated by those inanimate objects."

"I see."

"Okay. Guan Yanchu should have sent the evening dress over. Try it on, and if it doesn't fit, have it altered. I'll pick you up this weekend."

"OK."

Even after hanging up the phone, Lin Wanwan's heart was still pounding.

hostess……

These three words made her cheeks flush, but her heart was bubbling with sweetness.

She walked back to the living room, looked at her parents who were still staring blankly at a room full of exorbitantly priced furniture, and took a deep breath.

Zhou Cheng is right.

She must adapt and take control of it as soon as possible.

"Dad, Mom, don't stand, please sit down." She pulled her parents to sit on the rosewood sofa worth over two million yuan. "Uncle Wang, could you please brew a pot of your best Da Hong Pao tea?"

"Okay, Miss Lin."

Looking at their daughter's calm and composed demeanor, Mr. and Mrs. Lin felt as if they had truly become the masters of this place.

In the evening, the family enjoyed a sumptuous dinner in the pavilion in the courtyard.

The food was prepared by a private chef hired by Butler Wang; it was exquisite and delicious.

After dinner, Lin Wanwan strolled around the yard with her parents.

"Wanwan," Lin's mother said, gazing at the moon, "what exactly is your relationship with that Mr. Zhou?"

She'd been holding this question in for a whole day.

They gave them a car and a house, and even brought their whole family to this place... This kind of generosity is beyond what ordinary friends would do.

"He... is my boss, and also... my man." Lin Wanwan hesitated for a moment, but still told the truth.

Lin's parents stopped in their tracks at the same time.

The two exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with an indescribable complexity.

There was shock, there was worry, but more than anything, there was a sense of understanding.

They've all been through it all; how could they not understand what those words meant?

"Is he... good to you?" After a long silence, Mr. Lin finally asked this question.

"Yes." Lin Wanwan nodded emphatically. "He's very good to me."

"That's good." Mr. Lin sighed, patted his daughter's shoulder, and said, "You're all grown up now, you can make your own decisions. As long as you're happy, your parents will support you."

Although they were still uneasy, they knew even more clearly that with Zhou Cheng's extraordinary abilities, it was a blessing that their daughter could be with him, a blessing she had accumulated over several lifetimes.

The only thing they could do was not to cause her any trouble.

The family was talking when Lin Wanwan's phone rang.

It was a video call from her younger brother, Lin Hao.

Lin Wanwan answered the call, and her younger brother's excited, flushed face immediately appeared on the phone screen.

Behind him stood the luxurious dormitory of Bowen International School, which was as luxurious as a five-star hotel.

"Sis! Sis! Look! My new dorm! A double room! And a private bathroom! It's bigger than our house!" Lin Hao held up his phone and walked around the dorm, so excited he could barely speak.

"Our school cafeteria is like a buffet! They have everything you could want! Sis, I ate Boston lobster today!"

"And that's not all! Lots of my classmates drive Ferraris and Lamborghinis to school! They all say they want to be my friends!"

Looking at her younger brother's naive and unworldly demeanor, Lin Wanwan felt both annoyed and amused.

"Alright, stop yelling. Focus on your studies at school and don't cause trouble, you hear me?"

"Okay, okay!" Lin Hao readily agreed, then changed the subject, asking slyly, "Sis, I heard from Mom that we moved? Where did we move to? Was it bought by that uncle who takes me to school... no, I mean my future brother-in-law?"

"You little brat, what nonsense are you talking about!" Lin Wanwan's face turned red instantly.

"I'm not making this up!" Lin Hao retorted indignantly. "Mom told me everything! She said my future brother-in-law bought us a Mercedes-Benz and a big yard! Sis, when are you and your husband getting married? When can I become your brother-in-law?"

His shout amused Mr. and Mrs. Lin, who were standing nearby.

Lin Wanwan was both embarrassed and ashamed, and quickly hung up the video.

When she looked up, she saw her parents looking at her with a meaningful gaze.

Those eyes clearly conveyed several key words:

When will we be able to hold our grandchildren?