Super Rich: Enjoying the Happiness of the Wealthy After Divorce

Jiangcheng Bowen International School.

This place, though called a school, is really just a club for the rich kids. The tuition, hundreds of thousands a year, filters out the vast majority of families. Those who can attend are either extremely wealthy or powerful.

Lin Hao, carrying his new schoolbag, stood at the school gate, which resembled a palace, feeling extremely uncomfortable.

Just yesterday, Zhou Cheng, Qin Yue's assistant, got him out of the run-down public middle school with a single phone call and directly enrolled him in this top private school in Jiangcheng, saving him the trouble of taking the entrance exam.

He now lives in a deluxe double room in his dorm, bigger than his old living room. The cafeteria serves seafood and steak every day. His classmates talk about sports cars and luxury watches.

All of this feels so unreal, like a dream.

"Hey, newbie!"

A malicious voice came from the side.

Lin Hao turned around and saw a blond-haired guy dressed in trendy clothes glancing at him out of the corner of his eye. The blond-haired guy was accompanied by a few lackeys.

This guy is called Wang Cong. He's the king of the kids in class. His dad is a miner and has a bit of money. He's always been a bully in class.

"Call me?" Lin Hao pointed to himself.

"Who else should I call? You're just a new country bumpkin like me," Wang Cong sneered, his eyes scanning Lin Hao from head to toe like a scanner. "I heard you bribed your way in? What does your family do? Are they from a demolition compensation family?"

His henchmen immediately burst into laughter.

Lin Hao's face flushed red instantly. Although he was wearing new clothes, his deep-seated inferiority complex remained. Being stared at like a monkey, he didn't know what to do with his hands and feet.

"I... my family isn't a household that was relocated due to demolition," he retorted softly.

"Not a relocated resident? Then what are you?" Wang Cong persisted, his voice rising several octaves. "I've heard you used to go to Jiangcheng No. 7 Middle School, which was basically a garbage dump. What, did your parents win the lottery?"

"Hahahaha!" The surrounding laughter became even more jarring.

Lin Hao's fists were clenched so tightly that he was trembling with anger, but he couldn't utter a single word.

I can't exactly say, "My sister found a super rich boyfriend," can I? Wouldn't that make people look down on me even more?

"What? Speechless now?" Wang Cong, seeing his cowardly appearance, became even more emboldened. "Fine, I'm too lazy to waste my breath on you. From now on, keep your eyes open in class and don't mess with me, understand?"

After saying that, he deliberately shoved Lin Hao and led his men away.

Lin Hao stood there, feeling both angry and aggrieved. For the first time, he clearly understood what a difference in status truly meant.

After school in the afternoon, the school gate was jammed with all kinds of luxury cars. BMWs and Mercedes-Benzes were considered ordinary here, and Porsches and Maseratis were also everywhere.

When the parents get together, all they talk about are companies, stocks, and overseas investments.

Wang Cong emerged surrounded by a group of followers.

"Hey Cong, wanna ride in your new X7 today? Let us see what it's like!"

"No big deal." Wang Cong pressed the car key smugly. A black BMW X7 flashed its lights not far away. "Just over a million, nothing to worry about."

"Wow! Cong Ge is awesome!"

Amidst the chorus of praise, Wang Cong was enjoying himself when his eyes suddenly caught sight of Lin Hao standing by the roadside.

He grinned mischievously and deliberately shouted at the top of his lungs, "Hey! You there! New guy! Nobody's answering? Want me to be kind and give you a ride?"

Lin Hao glanced at him, then lowered his head again.

"Oh, you're pretty arrogant," Wang Cong said sarcastically. "Where do you live? In an urban village? I don't drive my car in that kind of dump, I'm afraid of scraping the undercarriage."

"Haha, Brother Cong, if he lives in an urban village, he'd have to take the bus, right?"

"Why take the bus? I think he should just walk home; he'll save two yuan!"

A group of people started laughing loudly again.

Lin Hao's face flushed red and then turned pale. He took out his old cell phone, intending to call his sister.

Just then.

A car slid to the school gate.

Black.

There was no sound at all.

The car's lines are unbelievably beautiful.

The moment this car stopped there, all the BMWs and Mercedes around it looked like scrap metal. Its massive body, with the three-pointed star emblem on the hood, exuded an aura that made it hard to breathe. Everyone's eyes were glued to it.

"Holy crap... a Maybach?"

"Maybach my foot! Look closely, that's an S-Class! A top-of-the-line S550L!" A knowledgeable parent gasped, his voice trembling. "This thing, it must cost at least three million!"

Three million!

The smug look on Wang Cong's face instantly froze. His X7, worth over a million yuan, was nothing compared to this car.

Who is this car here to pick up?

Under everyone's watchful eyes, the rear door of the Mercedes opened.

A man pushed open the car door and stepped out. He was wearing a sharp black suit and white gloves. He was the driver.

The driver got out of the car, stood up straight, glanced around, and his gaze locked onto Lin Hao.

He strode forward, unhurriedly, through the crowd, and walked straight up to Lin Hao.

Then, he bowed slightly, his tone filled with utmost respect:

"Young Master, I'm sorry, there was a traffic jam on the way, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting."

The word "young master" was not loud, but everyone heard it clearly.

The entire school gate was deathly quiet.

Everyone was stunned.

Wang Cong and his gang of lackeys had their eyes practically popping out of their sockets, and their mouths were agape enough to fit a fist.

Lin Hao was also stunned. Looking at the strange man in front of him, he stammered, "You...you are?"

"I'm Mr. Zhou's driver, surnamed Li, responsible for picking you and your family up and dropping you off." Driver Li had a standard smile on his face and made a gesture of invitation, "Young master, please get in the car. Mr. and Mrs. Zhou are waiting for you to come home for dinner."

Lin Hao was dizzy and his mind was blank when driver Li invited him to the back seat of the Mercedes-Benz, which was like a palace.

The car door closed, shutting out everything outside.

Driver Li returned to the driver's seat, started the car, and drove smoothly away from the school.

It wasn't until the car disappeared around the street corner that the crowd at the school gate erupted in chaos.

"I...I didn't hear wrong, did I? The driver called him...Young Master?"

"The three million yuan Mercedes, is it his?"

"What exactly does his family do?!"

Wang Cong stood there, his face alternating between pale and flushed. All his arrogance had vanished, replaced by a burning sensation on his face, as if he had been slapped countless times with the sole of a shoe.

Inside the car, Lin Hao sat on the soft leather seats, finally regaining some of his voice.

"Uncle Li... Uncle Li, where are we going? This isn't the way home."

"Young Master, Mr. Zhou has arranged new accommodations for you and your family," Driver Li replied with a smile, glancing in the rearview mirror.

"New place? Where is it?"

Driver Li gripped the steering wheel, his tone calm, yet he uttered a place name that made Lin Hao's heart stop.

"Jinghuli, Courtyard No. 1"