Super Rich: Enjoying the Happiness of the Wealthy After Divorce

Late at night.

Lin's parents were stunned by Zhou Cheng's promise to "go through life together" and went back to their room to lie down early.

The elderly couple tossed and turned on the rosewood bed, which was even bigger than their living room, unable to fall asleep.

"Old man, I feel uneasy, like I'm dreaming."

"Me too. What would someone as important as Mr. Zhou want from our Wanwan?"

"What's the point? It's because our daughter is clean and honest! Haven't you seen it on TV? No matter how flashy those women are, in the end, the ones we marry all have to be from respectable families, right?"

"That's true... I don't want to think about it anymore. Anyway, the son-in-law has spoken, so we'll just wait to hold our grandson."

……

The east wing was the bedroom that Butler Wang had prepared for Lin Wanwan.

The interior is even more elaborate than the presidential suite of a five-star hotel.

Zhou Cheng didn't leave. He sat in the rosewood armchair in the outer room, slowly sipping a cup of hot tea.

Lin Wanwan was in the dressing room inside, frantically tidying up the few old clothes she had brought from the old house; they were pitifully few.

She carefully folded her faded T-shirts and outdated jeans, intending to stuff them into the very bottom of her enormous wardrobe.

But her wardrobe was already filled with haute couture gowns and the latest seasonal styles that Qin Yue had prepared, many of which she didn't even recognize the brands of.

Her few old clothes were displayed inside, clashing with everything around them, and were simply an eyesore.

Lin Wanwan stopped moving, and that feeling of inferiority resurfaced in her heart.

She stood there, clutching the pile of old clothes, unsure of what to do.

"What's wrong?"

Zhou Cheng's voice suddenly came from the doorway.

Lin Wanwan was startled and quickly hid her clothes behind her back, her face turning red instantly: "N-nothing...it's nothing."

Zhou Cheng walked in.

This walk-in closet is even bigger than her old bedroom. Rows of motion-sensor lights illuminated, casting a long, elongated shadow of him.

His gaze fell on the pile of clothes Lin Wanwan had hidden behind her, and he immediately understood.

"Take it out." His tone left no room for argument.

Lin Wanwan bit her lip and hesitated for a long time before finally handing over the clothes.

Zhou Cheng took them and examined them one by one.

The white T-shirt with a loose collar and an outdated cartoon print.

The jeans were worn shiny at the knees, and the cuffs were a bit frayed.

These things are a reflection of her life over the past twenty years.

Lin Wanwan lowered her head, her face burning hot, so embarrassed she wanted to cry.

She thought Zhou Cheng would be disgusted and would tell her to throw all the trash away.

But Zhou Cheng simply folded the clothes again, put them back in her hands, and said very softly:

"Keep it, keep it as a memento."

Lin Wanwan looked up abruptly, her eyes full of surprise.

"These things are marks of your past." Zhou Cheng looked into her eyes, his voice calm. "They remind you of the hardships you endured and also remind you who gave you all of this."

I don't care about your past, but your future can only belong to me.

The man's voice, word by word, struck Lin Wanwan's heart.

Her feelings of inferiority and unease were instantly washed away.

Tears welled up immediately.

She sniffed, hugged the pile of clothes, and nodded heavily.

"Um!"

Seeing the girl's red eyes and her stubborn attempt to hold back her tears, Zhou Cheng's heart stirred.

He reached out and wiped away a tear from the corner of her eye; the warmth of his fingertips made Lin Wanwan's cheek tremble.

"Okay, put your things away and come out for a drink."

After saying that, he turned around and walked out first.

Lin Wanwan carefully placed the old clothes into an empty drawer, as if she had completed a ritual.

She composed herself before leaving the dressing room.

On the coffee table in the outer room, Butler Wang had already prepared two glasses of warm milk.

Zhou Cheng sat on the sofa, flipping through a financial magazine.

Lin Wanwan walked over and sat down awkwardly in the seat opposite him.

The room was quiet; no one spoke, only the soft clatter of the clock could be heard.

Lin Wanwan picked up her milk and took small sips, but she couldn't help but steal glances at Zhou Cheng.

Under the light, the man's profile was clearly defined, with a high nose bridge and thin lips. He looked intently at the magazine, exuding an indescribable charm that made her unable to look away.

Just as she was engrossed in reading the magazine, Zhou Cheng suddenly closed it and looked up.

Eyes facing each other.

Lin Wanwan's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly lowered her head, her cheeks burning again.

"You seem afraid of me?" Zhou Cheng's voice carried a hint of amusement.

"No...no." Lin Wanwan's voice was so weak it was like a mosquito's buzz.

"No?"

Zhou Cheng stood up.

He walked towards her step by step.

With each step he took closer, Lin Wanwan's heart beat a beat faster.

Finally, Zhou Cheng stopped in front of her, his tall figure completely enveloping her.

He bent down, placed his hands on the sofa armrests beside her, and encircled her between himself and the sofa.

His scent enveloped her instantly.

Lin Wanwan was so nervous that she forgot to breathe, gripping the cup tightly with both hands, her body as stiff as a stone.

"Look at me," Zhou Cheng commanded.

Lin Wanwan trembled as she slowly raised her head.

Their faces were very close, so close that she could see her own panicked little face reflected in the man's eyes.

"Lin Wanwan, I'll ask you one more time." Zhou Cheng's voice was low and hoarse, "From today onwards, whose person are you?"

"Yes...yes, she's your person." Lin Wanwan's lips trembled as she answered subconsciously.

"Who is it?"

"It's...it's Zhou Cheng's man."

"very good."

Zhou Cheng smiled with satisfaction.

He lowered his head and kissed her.

Lin Wanwan's mind went blank for a moment.

The milk glass in my hand fell with a "clatter" onto the thick carpet, spilling milk everywhere.

But she couldn't care less about that anymore.

All her senses were filled with this sudden kiss.

This kiss, unlike the one he gave Su Qingyao last time, didn't carry the connotation of asserting dominance.

The kiss was gentle, with a hint of probing, yet an irresistible force.

Lin Wanwan went from being stiff at first, but later her body gradually softened, and she unconsciously reached out and grabbed Zhou Cheng's clothes.

Just then, the system notification sounded in Zhou Cheng's mind without warning.

[Ding! Target Lin Wanwan's favorability rating has reached 99%!]

[A deep emotional connection has been detected between the host and the target...]

[Favorability...100%! 】

[Congratulations, host! You have successfully raised the favorability of S-rank target Lin Wanwan to the maximum! The hidden reward mechanism has been triggered!]