Super Rich: Enjoying the Happiness of the Wealthy After Divorce

Zhou Cheng's words were like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, stirring up huge ripples in everyone's hearts.

One million!

Another million!

This time, it's not consumption, it's not a gift, it's an "investment"!

Li Meng and Wang Jing stared wide-eyed, feeling completely overwhelmed by the sheer volume of information they had gathered.

They couldn't understand why Zhou Cheng would treat Lin Wanwan, who looked so ordinary and even a bit rustic, with such special regard.

Su Qingyao was also stunned. She looked at the bank card on the table, then at Zhou Cheng beside her, and a feeling she couldn't quite describe welled up inside her.

She certainly believed in Zhou Cheng's feelings for her, but the scene before her still made her feel a little threatened.

Lin Wanwan, as the person involved, has completely lost the ability to think.

She stared blankly at the black bank card, feeling that it was hotter than all the luxury goods she had received that afternoon combined.

A test? An investment?

How could a poor student like her, who even has to pay off her student loans in installments, possibly manage a million-dollar fund? She can't even understand stock charts!

"Cheng...Brother Cheng, I can't...I really can't..." She shook her head desperately, her voice trembling with tears, "I can't do anything, I'll lose all your money!"

"I told you, I don't care about profits or losses." Zhou Cheng's eyes were calm. "What I care about is whether you dare to take this step."

"I..." Lin Wanwan looked into Zhou Cheng's eyes, those eyes that seemed to see through all her inferiority and timidity.

"I'll give you a day to think it over." Zhou Cheng didn't press her any further. He took back the card and said calmly, "Come find me anytime you've made up your mind. Now, let's eat."

Everyone except Zhou Cheng ate the meal with heavy hearts.

After the dinner, Zhou Cheng had the housekeeper take them back to the manor in Moon Bay.

As soon as I entered, Qin Yue came to greet me, holding a tablet computer in her hand.

"Boss, you're back." Her address had changed from "Mr. Zhou" to "Boss".

"What's up?"

"Two things," Qin Yue said succinctly. "First, there's new information about Shen Lu, whom you asked me to investigate."

She tapped on the tablet, which displayed several photos and a video.

In the photo, Shen Lu is talking to a shifty-looking man in a coffee shop, with a stack of cash on the table.

The video shows the man sneaking around the entrance of Zhou Cheng's parents' old neighborhood.

"This man is called Li Gouzai. He's a well-known entertainment reporter in Jiangcheng who makes a living by secretly photographing celebrities' private lives and creating scandals," Qin Yue reported. "According to the information provided by Chen Ting, Shen Lu gave Li Gouzai 100,000 yuan to follow and secretly photograph your parents, attempting to find 'dirt' on you from them and then expose it online to ruin your reputation."

"Idiot." Zhou Cheng looked at Shen Lu's face in the photo, twisted with jealousy, and sneered.

"I've already had Canglang send people to keep an eye on that paparazzi Li, but he hasn't been able to get any useful photos," Qin Yue said. "However, for the absolute safety of your family, I suggest that you have them move out of their current residence as soon as possible."

"Yes, I'll handle this." Zhou Cheng nodded. He was too lazy to be angry with Shen Lu, this clown.

"And the second thing?"

"It's about your former colleague, Liu Mei." Qin Yue opened another document. "The 500,000 yuan you transferred to her was all withdrawn from her account by her husband, Zhao Liqiang. According to our surveillance footage, Zhao Liqiang went directly to Macau after withdrawing the money. I checked his spending records, and in just half a day, he had already lost over 300,000 yuan at the casino."

Zhou Cheng frowned.

He wasn't worried about the money; he just felt sorry for the woman named Liu Mei.

"How is her son doing?"

"It's not good." Qin Yue pulled up a medical record report. "The hospital just gave a new diagnosis. The child's condition is more complicated than expected and requires CAR-T cell therapy. The entire treatment will cost at least 1.2 million yuan. Moreover, hospital beds are in very short supply."

Zhou Cheng fell silent.

He recalled the scene when his mother was hospitalized.

He deeply empathized with that feeling of helplessness, begging for money and a hospital bed.

He picked up his phone, thought for a moment, and then called the director of the city's children's hospital.

Just two days ago, Qin Yue had bowed and scraped as she handed over her business card at a charity gala in an attempt to secure investment from Zhou Cheng.

"Hello, is this Dean Wang? This is Zhou Cheng."

"Oh! Mr. Zhou! Hello, hello! Why did you call me personally? What can I do for you?" Dean Wang's voice on the other end of the phone was incredibly enthusiastic.

"Is there a child named Liu Zixuan in your hospital who has leukemia?"

"Liu Zixuan? I...I'll check right away!" Dean Wang didn't dare to delay and called back a few minutes later. "We found Mr. Zhou! There is such a child, staying in a regular ward, and his condition is indeed not very optimistic."

"Alright then," Zhou Cheng said calmly, "move him to the best VIP ward, give him the best medicine, and hire the best team of experts. All expenses will be on my tab. In addition, I will personally donate another ten million to your hospital for special research on children with leukemia."

"Ten...ten million?!" Dean Wang was so excited he almost dropped his phone. "Mr. Zhou! You...you're such a philanthropist! On behalf of all the staff and children in the hospital, I thank you! Don't worry! I guarantee that little Liu Zixuan will receive the highest level of treatment in the entire hospital!"

After hanging up the phone, Zhou Cheng felt much better.

It feels great to use money to solve problems that he was once powerless to solve.

……

Meanwhile, in the corridor of the children's hospital.

Liu Mei had just come out of the doctor's office, clutching the bill that read "1.2 million" in her hand, looking as if she had lost all hope for life.

The husband absconded with the money meant to save their son's life, and their son was given a critical condition notice.

All the misfortunes befell her on the same day.

She leaned against the cold wall, slid down to the floor in despair, and burst into tears.

Passersby cast sympathetic glances at her.

She cried for a long time before finally pulling her phone out of her pocket.

She found Zhou Cheng's number.

She didn't know whether she should make that call again.

She already owes him 500,000 yuan, how can she have the face to beg him again?

The scene of her first meeting with Zhou Cheng at the company right after graduating from university flashed through her mind.

Back then, he wore a faded plaid shirt and black-rimmed glasses, always sitting quietly in the corner, silently typing code.

He is a man of few words and very honest. He never refuses to help anyone in need.

On one occasion, she forgot to bring her meal card, and Zhou Cheng voluntarily lent her his own.

She remembers jokingly saying, "Brother Cheng, you're such a good person, you'll definitely marry a good wife and live a good life in the future."

At that time, Zhou Cheng just smiled shyly.

But who could have imagined that, a few years later, he would become "Mr. Zhou," who could casually transfer 500,000 yuan to her?

What exactly did he go through?

Liu Mei didn't know.

All she knew was that Zhou Cheng was her only and last hope.

For her son's sake, she had to abandon all dignity and shame.

She took a deep breath, her fingers trembling, and pressed that familiar number.

The phone rang three times before being answered.

A familiar yet unfamiliar voice came from the other end.

"Feed?"