Super Rich: Enjoying the Happiness of the Wealthy After Divorce

When Su Qingyao received Zhou Cheng's message, she was still in a state of great shock.

The "Emperor's Arrival" special effect had just ended when her live stream viewership surpassed one million. The screen was flooded with congratulatory messages and expressions of worship, and the influx of private messages in the background was overwhelming.

She has become the undisputed number one streamer on the Shark platform, even though she has only been officially streaming for less than two days.

And all of this is thanks to that mysterious "Brother Cheng".

Looking at the concise message, Su Qingyao's heart raced again.

Genting Restaurant.

She had heard of this place; it was the most upscale restaurant in Jiangcheng, a place where even a visit required qualifications.

He chose that place as the meeting location.

"Yaoyao! Hurry! Say yes!" Li Meng was even more excited than her, her hand holding the phone trembling. "The Cloud Top Restaurant! The place I've always dreamed of going! You have to dress up nicely this time, you have to make him fall head over heels for you!"

Su Qingyao blushed and nodded.

She had no reason, nor any right, to refuse.

The other party spent a full 600,000 to buy her time tonight.

She quickly thanked the viewers in the live stream and then hurriedly ended the broadcast.

She needs to prepare.

For tonight's date, Su Qingyao brought out her most expensive dress.

It was a white dress, a gift she bought for herself last year after receiving the national scholarship, and she never wore it even once.

She also put on a delicate light makeup, which made her already pure and lovely face even more radiant and beautiful.

Looking at herself in the mirror, so different from her usual self, Su Qingyao felt a mix of nervousness and anticipation.

She had no idea what kind of person she was about to meet.

Is he young, handsome, and with impeccable taste, as Li Meng described? Or... a greasy, fat, and money-grubbing middle-aged man?

She was unsure.

But no matter what, she had to go.

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At 6:30 p.m., Su Qingyao arrived at the Shanghai World Financial Center, where the Cloud Top Restaurant is located, by taxi half an hour early.

Looking at the towering building in front of her, she felt a strange sense of unease.

Everything here was out of place for her.

She mustered her courage and stepped into the magnificent hall.

After giving her a reservation with "Mr. Zhou", the hostess led her to a private elevator, which took her directly to the top-floor restaurant, Genting Restaurant.

Inside the restaurant, the melodious sound of a piano flowed gently.

Outside the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, the most beautiful sunset in Jiangcheng unfolds, bathing the entire city in golden light.

Su Qingyao was seated by the window with an excellent view.

She sat down awkwardly, placing her hands on her knees like a student waiting for an interview.

Time passed, second by second.

The agreed-upon seven o'clock time is drawing ever closer.

Su Qingyao's heart was beating faster and faster.

She kept looking around, trying to guess which one was the mysterious "Brother Cheng".

Is that the business elite in the bespoke suit, chatting and laughing with a client?

Is he still that melancholy handsome guy sitting alone in the corner, sipping red wine?

She was full of fantasies.

Just then, a man, holding a wine glass, walked straight towards her.

The man was probably in his forties, with a receding hairline, a large beer belly, and a gold chain about the thickness of a little finger around his neck. He reeked of alcohol.

He walked up to Su Qingyao's table and stopped. His small eyes roamed over her body without restraint, the greasiness in his gaze almost overflowing.

"You are... Yao Yao?" the man asked, his voice crude and vulgar.

Su Qingyao's mind went blank with a "buzz".

It's him?

Is this the "Brother Cheng" who spent 600,000 just to see her once?

All fantasies were shattered by reality at this moment.

A wave of immense disappointment and nausea washed over me.

She felt like a commodity with a price tag, and the man in front of her was the buyer who offered the highest price.

Her face turned deathly pale instantly.

"Hello...you." She practically gritted her teeth as she squeezed out the two words.

"Hehe, even more radiant than in the live stream." The greasy middle-aged man nodded in satisfaction, sat down opposite her, and rubbed his hands together, saying, "Don't worry, with me, you'll live the high life from now on, and you'll get your share of the benefits. Tonight, let's have dinner first, and then... find a place to have a good chat about life, how about it?"

As he spoke, he winked at Su Qingyao and gave her a lewd smile.

Su Qingyao felt a churning in her stomach.

She felt nauseous.

She wanted to stand up immediately, splash the water on the table onto the man's face, and then turn and leave.

But she can't.

She received 600,000 yuan from someone.

This is the price of fulfilling the contract.

She clenched her fists tightly, her nails digging deep into her palms, forcing herself to force a smile that looked worse than crying.

"Uncle...we...is there some misunderstanding?"

"Misunderstanding? What misunderstanding could there be?"

The greasy middle-aged man was taken aback for a moment, then burst into laughter. "Oh, I know, you think I'm too old, right? Young lady, you're too young to know the good things about older men. Older men know how to take care of people!"

Su Qingyao closed her eyes in despair.

She felt that her life had become a complete joke at this moment.

Just as she was about to resign herself to her fate, a clear voice rang out behind her.

"Mr. Wang, it seems you're quite interested in the guest I've arranged to meet?"

Su Qingyao was startled.

That sound...

She turned around.

A tall, well-tailored young man in an Armani suit stood behind her.

The man was tall, with handsome features, bright eyes, and a faint smile on his lips.

He possessed an indescribable calm and composure, a stark contrast to that greasy middle-aged man.

Most importantly, Su Qingyao felt that his face looked somewhat familiar.

It seems like... I've seen it somewhere before?

That's it! It's that photo on WeChat Moments! Even though it's just a silhouette, she's sure it's him!

The greasy middle-aged man, referred to as "General Manager Wang," instantly lost his smile upon seeing the newcomer, quickly stood up, and became extremely obsequious.

"Mr. Zhou... Mr. Zhou! You've arrived! It's a misunderstanding, all a misunderstanding! I just saw this young lady sitting alone and came over to say hello, that's all, really!"

Mr. Zhou?

Su Qingyao's mind was a little foggy.

Zhou Cheng ignored the CEO Wang and walked straight to Su Qingyao, extending his hand to her with an apologetic smile on his face.

"Sorry, there was some traffic on the way, I'm late."

His hands, with distinct knuckles, were clean and slender, exactly the same as the hand in the photo on his social media.

Su Qingyao stared at him blankly, forgetting to react.

It's him!

He is the real "Brother Cheng"!

The stark contrast made her heart race like it was on a rollercoaster.

It only took a few seconds to go from hell to heaven.

Seeing that she didn't react, Zhou Cheng wasn't embarrassed. He naturally withdrew his hand, sat down next to her, and gently tucked a stray strand of hair that had fallen across her cheek behind her ear.

His fingertips inadvertently touched her earlobe.

The warm touch made Su Qingyao's body tremble slightly, as if she had been electrocuted.

Her face instantly turned bright red.