Super Rich: Enjoying the Happiness of the Wealthy After Divorce

Zhou Cheng hung up Qin Yue's call, his face expressionless.

Women like Shen Lu are like cockroaches in the sewers—you can't kill them, and they're disgusting.

He wanted her to rot away in poverty and regret, but she kept jumping out and challenging his bottom line.

Then play along with her.

He glanced at Su Qingyao beside him; the girl was looking at him with eyes full of adoration. He pinched her cheek and chuckled, "Come on, I'll take you to see a good show."

……

Hongxing Residential Area, south of the city.

This is a typical old neighborhood from the 1990s. The stairwells are piled with clutter, and the walls are covered with graffiti.

Shen Lu stood dejectedly downstairs at the building where Zhou Cheng's parents lived.

Li, the paparazzi, received 100,000 yuan from her, but he didn't manage to get a single picture of Zhou Cheng. Instead, he was scolded by a neighbor of Zhou Cheng's parents—an elderly woman who was walking her dog downstairs—who pointed her finger at him and said he didn't seem like a good person and that she would call the police to arrest him.

Li Gouzai felt it was bad luck, so he refused to return the money and drove away cursing.

Now, she's all alone.

She is not reconciled.

She didn't believe Zhou Cheng could hide two living people anywhere.

She figured they must be hiding upstairs, too scared to come down.

"Aunt Wang, you're back from grocery shopping?" A plump middle-aged woman carrying a shopping basket passed by her. She was the same old lady who had just scolded Li Gouzai away.

Aunt Wang was stunned when she saw Shen Lu, and then a look of disdain appeared on her face.

"Oh, isn't this Zhou's former daughter-in-law? What, you've come here even after the divorce? Trying to squeeze money out of your former in-laws again?"

Aunt Wang has a loud voice, which immediately attracted the attention of several elderly people who were sunbathing nearby.

"What? She's Zhou Cheng's ex-wife? Oh my, she looks so respectable, how can she be so heartless!"

"That's right! I heard that when Zhou Cheng's mother was hospitalized, she refused to contribute a single penny and even ran off with all the family's savings!"

"What a tragedy! Zhou Cheng is such an honest kid, how did he end up with such a scoundrel!"

The surrounding whispers felt like needles pricking Shen Lu.

Her face flushed red and then turned pale; she wished she could disappear into the ground.

But when she thought of Zhou Cheng's multi-million dollar mansion and luxury cars, she forcibly suppressed all her shame.

She forced a smile that looked more like a grimace, and looked at Aunt Wang with a pitiful expression: "Aunt Wang, you've misunderstood. I... I've come to apologize to Uncle and Aunt. I was wrong before, I was out of my mind, and I know I was wrong now. I just want to see them and beg for their forgiveness."

As she spoke, she actually knelt down on the ground with a "thump," tears welling up in her eyes.

"Uncle! Aunt! I know you're upstairs! Please, please open the door and let me see you! I'll kowtow to you!"

This performance was worthy of an award-winning actress.

Several elderly women, unaware of the truth, were genuinely moved by compassion.

"Oh, the little girl looks so pitiful."

"Yes, it is good to admit one's mistakes and correct them."

Aunt Wang, however, wasn't buying it. Hands on her hips, she snapped, "Stop putting on an act! Where were you all this time? Where were you when Zhou Cheng's mother was dying in the hospital? Now that Zhou Cheng's successful and wealthy, you come running back wagging your tail? Let me tell you, no way!"

Just then, a deep and violent engine roar came from afar.

Everyone's attention was drawn to it.

A silver-gray supercar, with a futuristic design that looked like it came straight out of a movie, slowly drove into the dilapidated neighborhood.

The sports car's body lines are smooth and powerful, reflecting a metallic luster in the sunlight, creating a striking visual contrast with the old bicycles and electric vehicles around it.

"Holy crap! What kind of car is that? It's so cool!"

"How much does this cost? Millions? Tens of millions?"

"Why did this car drive into our run-down neighborhood? Did it take the wrong route?"

Everyone was stunned.

The car came to a smooth stop in front of Shen Lu.

A scissor door with a flamboyant design, opening upwards.

A long, shapely leg, clad in custom-made trousers, stepped out.

Immediately afterwards, Zhou Cheng's handsome yet indifferent face appeared before everyone.

He didn't even glance at Shen Lu kneeling on the ground; he simply walked around to the passenger side and opened another door.

Wearing a white Chanel suit, Su Qingyao, with a princess-like demeanor, stepped out of the car.

The moment Shen Lu saw Zhou Cheng and Su Qingyao clearly, her mind went completely blank.

It's Zhou Cheng!

And that little vixen!

How did they get here?

This car... is it his?

She recognized the car logo: Aston Martin! It was infinitely more luxurious than any sports car she had ever ridden in before!

The neighbors also recognized Zhou Cheng.

"Hey? Isn't this Zhou Cheng?"

"My God! Zhou Cheng has struck it rich! He's driving such a nice car!"

"Who's that girl next to him? She's so beautiful! Like a fairy! A hundred times better than his ex-wife!"

All the praise and envy felt like knives stabbing into Shen Lu's heart.

Looking at the seemingly perfect couple before her, and then at herself kneeling on the ground in a disheveled state, she felt an overwhelming surge of jealousy and regret that nearly consumed her.

But soon, this sentiment turned into a morbid hope.

he came!

He must have come to pick up his parents!

He still cares about this family!

As long as he still cares, I still have a chance!

Shen Lu scrambled to Zhou Cheng's feet, hugged his legs, and wailed, "Zhou Cheng! Husband! I was wrong! I was really wrong! Please forgive me! Let's remarry! I promise I'll live a good life with you from now on and take good care of Mom and Dad! Please!"

Her snot and tears were all wiped on Zhou Cheng's expensive trousers.

Zhou Cheng frowned.

He tried to pull his leg away in disgust, but Shen Lu held on tightly.

Su Qingyao's eyes turned cold when she saw this.

She stepped forward, looking down at Shen Lu, her voice cold: "Ma'am, please let go of my boyfriend."

Boy friend.

These three words pierced Shen Lu's heart.

"Who do you think you are! You little vixen! If it weren't for you, Zhou Cheng wouldn't have left me!" Shen Lu shouted at Su Qingyao like a shrew.

"Snapped!"

A crisp slap echoed throughout the room.

It was Aunt Wang who made the move.

"You shameless slut! You have the nerve to curse others after doing such a disgraceful thing yourself!" Aunt Wang pointed at Shen Lu's nose and cursed, "Get out of here! Don't dirty our neighborhood!"

Shen Lu was stunned by the slap.

Zhou Cheng was too lazy to argue with her anymore.

He looked at Shen Lu as if she were a ridiculous clown, and said indifferently, "Didn't you want to meet my parents?"

Shen Lu's eyes lit up instantly.

"Yes, yes, yes! I want to see them! I want to apologize to them in person!"

"What a pity," Zhou Cheng said, "they don't live here anymore."

"They're not living here anymore? Where did they go?"

"They've gone to a place you'll never find or enter in your entire life," Zhou Cheng said. "They have dedicated butlers and Filipino maids to take care of them, eat top-quality food flown in by air, have chauffeured drivers, and have family doctors when they're sick. Their retirement will be a million times better than you can imagine."

"As for you," Zhou Cheng's eyes turned icy cold, "from the moment we divorced, you had nothing to do with me or my family anymore."

"Don't bother us again. Otherwise, next time, it won't be as simple as kneeling here."

After saying that, he didn't look at Shen Lu again, took Su Qingyao's hand, and got back into the car.

The Aston Martin roared and, like a silver lightning bolt, vanished instantly at the edge of the neighborhood.

Only Shen Lu remained, slumped on the ground, her face ashen.

She lost.

A crushing defeat.

What she lost was not just a man, but also a chance to reach heaven that she never dared to dream of.

"ah--!"

Desperate screams echoed through the dilapidated neighborhood.

Meanwhile, Zhou Cheng, inside the car, had already picked up his phone and dialed Qin Yue's number.

"Qin Yue, how's the 'dirt package' coming along?"

"Boss, everything is ready. We can deploy it anytime."

"Okay. Contact all the mainstream media and influential self-media figures in Jiangcheng and tell them that I have an exclusive news story worth tens of millions to give them."