Super Rich: Enjoying the Happiness of the Wealthy After Divorce

Lin's mother's hand holding the rag froze in mid-air, her eyes fixed intently on the glass.

The sunlight was at a perfect angle, illuminating everything on the window with crystal clarity. The men's fingerprints were prominently displayed, just below waist level. Beside them, there was a larger, blurry patch of marks, as if bodies had pressed against it.

This location... is too strange.

Why would a grown man put his hand so low down there? Unless... unless there's someone pressed against him. Someone not very tall, someone he's pressing against the window.

Lin's mother's mind went blank for a moment, and the image of the new nanny, Xiao Fang, who had come last night immediately popped into her head.

The girl in her early twenties was really pretty, with a great figure, but her eyes always seemed to have hooks in them when she looked at people, making her look dishonest.

Last night, right after Zhou Cheng left, Butler Wang told her to go to the yard and tidy up her things. She was the only one left in the living room…

A thought she dared not dwell on kept churning in her mind. Those finger marks felt like needles, pricking her eyes painfully.

Without making a sound, she straightened up, glanced at Xiaofang who was busy in the kitchen, and called out, "Xiaofang, come here."

"Oh, I'm here, Auntie!" Xiaofang ran over, wiping her hands, a sweet smile on her face. "Auntie, did you call me?"

Lin's mother pointed to the French windows and said in a flat tone, "How did you clean this glass? It's filthy. Look, it's covered in handprints."

Xiao Fang looked in the direction she was pointing, her smile froze for a moment, but she immediately picked up a rag and went over: "Oh dear, I'm so sorry, Auntie, I probably wasn't paying attention yesterday. I'll wipe it again."

She bent down and vigorously rubbed the fingerprints.

Lin's mother stood behind her and suddenly asked, "Xiao Fang, how old are you this year?"

"You're twenty-one, Auntie." Xiao Fang's back was to her, and her voice sounded a little muffled.

"Twenty-one, what a good age," Lin's mother sighed and said slowly. "When I was your age, I was still toiling in the fields, working myself to the bone, and barely getting enough to eat. Unlike you, who are so lucky to be able to work for such good families."

Xiaofang was wiping the glass too slowly.

"Auntie, I... I'm not lucky either." Her voice was trembling with tears. "My family is poor, my parents are in poor health, and I have a younger brother who needs to go to school. The whole family is counting on the little money I have."

"Is that so?" Lin's mother's eyes turned cold. "So, you want to find a faster way out?"

Xiao Fang's body trembled, and the rag in her hand fell to the ground with a "thud".

She slowly turned around, her eyes red-rimmed, her face filled with terror. "Auntie... what... what are you saying? I don't understand."

Lin's mother didn't speak, but pointed to a smudge on the window that hadn't been wiped clean. "This spot, isn't it yours?"

Xiao Fang's face turned deathly pale, completely devoid of color. She looked at Lin's mother, her lips trembling, unable to utter a single word.

"Auntie, I..."

With a thud, she knelt down, tears streaming down her face.

"Auntie, I was wrong! I was really wrong! Please don't send me away, please!" She clung to Lin's mother's leg, crying so hard she could barely breathe. "I didn't mean it... I really didn't..."

Lin's mother was annoyed by this and tried to pull her leg away, but Xiao Fang held on tightly.

"Stand up first! What are you crying about!"

"No!" Xiaofang cried, shaking her head. "Auntie, if you don't forgive me, I won't get up! I can't lose this job. If I leave, my whole family will starve!"

She spoke haltingly as she cried.

"Mr. Zhou... I've never seen a man as rich and capable as Mr. Zhou in my entire life."

"He walked past me last night... and when I smelled his scent, my legs went weak... I really couldn't control myself."

"I never intended to compete with you for anything, Miss. I wouldn't dare! I was just... just out of my mind, completely bewitched."

"Auntie, you're a woman too, you should understand. What woman wouldn't be smitten by a man like Mr. Zhou? I'm just from a remote mountain village, I've never seen the world, I... I'm sorry, I couldn't handle it..."

These words sounded both pitiful and aggrieved.

As Lin's mother listened, the fire in her heart gradually died down, replaced by an indescribable feeling.

She was reminded of her youth.

Back then, she was just a rural woman who married an honest and hardworking man named Lin Jianye. For the rest of their lives, they worried about food and couldn't sleep at night worrying about medical expenses of a few hundred yuan.

She somewhat understood what Xiaofang meant by that feeling.

That feeling of utter helplessness when facing someone you can never reach in this lifetime, and that inappropriate longing.

If I were younger and encountered someone like Zhou Cheng, could I have handled it?

Lin's mother dared not think about it.

Looking at Xiao Fang kneeling on the ground, trembling with sobs, the anger in her heart finally turned into a long sigh.

"Get up." Her voice was tired.

Xiao Fang looked up at her, her eyes as clear as if they'd been washed with water: "Auntie, please...please spare me?"

"What good would it do me to spare you?" Lin's mother pulled her up from the ground. "If my Wanwan found out about this, what do you think she would think?"

Xiao Fang's face turned pale again at the mention of Lin Wanwan.

"No! We can't let Miss know!" She grabbed Lin's mother's arm as if it were a lifeline. "Auntie, please, please don't tell Miss! Miss is such a good person, if she finds out, she'll definitely cause trouble with Mr. Zhou! What if Mr. Zhou gets upset and doesn't want our Miss anymore? What will we do then?!"

These words struck Lin's mother's heart like a hammer blow.

Yes.

What if Zhou Cheng gets upset and decides not to come home late?

So, will their family have to go back to that run-down neighborhood and live a life of having to be subservient to others and counting every penny?

Falling back into a mud pit from the sky is much worse than staying in the mud pit forever.

Lin's mother was completely thrown into turmoil.

Looking at the young and beautiful face before her, she suddenly understood. How could a man like Zhou Cheng possibly only have one woman by his side? The fact that he even took a liking to her daughter was already a blessing from her ancestors; did she really expect him to remain celibate? That was just wishful thinking.

As long as Wanwan remains the mistress of the house, and as long as Zhou Cheng is still willing to take care of their family, shouldn't we just turn a blind eye to everything else?

Thinking of this, Lin's mother's heart turned completely cold.

She patted Xiaofang's hand, her voice soft but firm.

"I'll pretend I didn't see what happened today."

"You better remember this: from now on, keep your little schemes to yourself while I'm watching. Serve Miss well, serve this household well, and if I find out you're having any more inappropriate thoughts..."

"I promise I'll have Butler Wang send you back to that remote mountain village, so you'll never be able to get out again for the rest of your life."

Xiaofang understood. She looked at Lin's mother as if she had seen a savior, nodding repeatedly and swearing a solemn oath: "Auntie, don't worry! I'll never dare to do it again! From now on, I'll treat Miss like my own sister! I'll be your slave!"

"Alright, go and clean the windows." Lin's mother waved her hand and turned to go into the kitchen.

In the living room, Xiaofang let out a long sigh of relief, almost collapsing to the floor. After a while, she got up, took a rag, and carefully wiped the French windows until they were spotless and shiny enough to reflect a person's image.

Zhou Cheng arrived at lunchtime.

He looked like he had just finished a meeting; he was dressed in a sharp suit and looked energetic and efficient.

The atmosphere at the dinner table was a bit strange.

Lin Wanwan's mind was entirely on Zhou Cheng. She served him food and whispered about what she had learned that day, her face full of sweetness.

Neither Lin's father nor Lin Hao sensed anything was wrong.

Only Lin's mother, while eating, would always glance intentionally or unintentionally at Xiao Fang, who was serving her.

Xiao Fang kept her head down, looking down at her nose and inwardly observing her thoughts, as obedient as a mannequin.

Zhou Cheng sat in the main seat, listening to Lin Wanwan speak while taking in the expressions of everyone at the table out of the corner of his eye.

Lin Wanwan's infatuation, Lin's father's awe, Lin Hao's adoration, Lin's mother's complex gaze that concealed something, and Xiao Fang's submissive demeanor masking underlying fear and... longing.

He could see everyone's emotions in his eyes.

He picked up a napkin, wiped his mouth, put down his chopsticks, and began to speak.

"Wanwan, how's your uncle doing lately?"