Super Rich: Enjoying the Happiness of the Wealthy After Divorce

The Aston Martin One-77 sped along the highway, leaving the dilapidated neighborhoods outside the window far behind.

Zhou Cheng remained completely unfazed, dealing with Shen Lu, this persistent nuisance, was as easy as brushing off a speck of dust from his clothes.

His phone vibrated; it was a WeChat message from Chen Ting.

Mr. Zhou, Shen Lu... seems to have gone mad. She was crying and screaming in the residential area and had to be carried away by the security guards.

The accompanying photo showed Shen Lu with disheveled hair being dragged by two security guards, looking extremely disheveled.

Zhou Cheng glanced at it, but had no desire to reply, and simply turned off the screen.

This kind of woman who betrays her friends for personal gain is even more disgusting to him than Shen Lu.

What he needs to consider now is the issue of his parents' resettlement.

Although the villas on the Champs-Élysées are safe and private enough, they are ultimately owned by the company, and my parents will definitely feel uneasy living there for too long.

The older generation values ​​the concept of "roots".

He needs to give them a home that truly belongs to them.

"Qin Yue." Zhou Cheng dialed the number directly using his Bluetooth headset.

"Boss, please speak."

"Set up a special 'Family Retirement Trust Fund' for me, with an initial investment of 50 million. In addition, in the name of this fund, purchase a Chinese-style courtyard villa with the best environment near 'Moon Bay'. The area doesn't need to be too large, about 300 square meters is enough. The key is that it must be quiet, safe, and convenient for me to visit at any time. The property will be registered directly in my parents' names."

Qin Yue, who was on the other end of the phone, paused for a moment as she took notes.

A pension fund of 50 million!

I also want to buy another villa in Moon Bay, where land is incredibly valuable!

The boss's level of attention to his family exceeded her expectations.

This further strengthened her resolve to follow Zhou Cheng.

A man who is so generous to his family will never mistreat his own people.

"Understood, boss. The 'Mirror Lake' Chinese courtyard house project next to Moon Bay perfectly meets your requirements. I'll contact the developer immediately and try to get the best unit today." Qin Yue was extremely efficient.

"Okay, after you've taken care of it, go to the Champs-Élysées yourself and pick up my parents. Just say it's a retirement villa that the company awarded them, so they can settle in comfortably," Zhou Cheng instructed.

"Okay, boss."

After hanging up the phone, Zhou Cheng felt a weight lifted from his heart.

Using money to keep all potential risks and troubles away from his family gave him a sense of security.

The car drove smoothly into Moon Bay Manor, where the huge main building was brightly lit.

The housekeeper and the Filipino maid were already waiting at the door.

"Boss, you're back."

"Hmm, where are they?" Zhou Cheng was referring to Li Meng, Wang Jing, and Lin Wanwan.

"The three young ladies are all in the living room. The things you asked to be delivered this afternoon have all been arranged in their respective rooms according to their preferences."

Zhou Cheng nodded, put his arm around Su Qingyao's waist, and walked into the living room.

In the living room, Li Meng and Wang Jing were excitedly chattering. On their phone screens was a newly posted nine-grid WeChat Moments post, which already had a long string of likes and comments.

"Wow! Mengmeng, where have you been having so much fun? What kind of amazing place is this?"

"Jingjing, is that Patek Philippe on your wrist? Really?"

"Looking for a rich guy! I want to live that kind of life!"

Their vanity was satisfied like never before.

Lin Wanwan remains that special person.

She wasn't using her phone; she was just sitting quietly in a corner of the sofa, hugging a cushion, looking at the lake view outside the window, lost in thought.

Zhou Cheng's gaze lingered on her for a moment.

This girl possessed a serene quality that seemed out of place in this luxurious environment.

"Cheng-ge! Yao-yao! You're back!" Li Meng, with her sharp eyes, was the first to spot them and immediately pounced over like a little swallow.

"Cheng-ge, where did you go just now? We thought you didn't want us anymore," Wang Jing said, also acting coquettishly.

"I took care of some personal matters," Zhou Cheng said casually, then naturally sat down in the main seat of the sofa.

Su Qingyao poured him a glass of warm water and then sat obediently beside him.

"By the way, Wanwan, what do you think about the card Cheng gave you?" Li Meng suddenly remembered something and turned to ask Lin Wanwan.

Lin Wanwan stiffened for a moment, then looked up and met Zhou Cheng's gaze.

Her face flushed instantly.

"I...I..."

She hasn't decided yet.

For her, this million was an opportunity, but also a huge pressure.

Just as the atmosphere became a little awkward, the butler came over, carrying several beautifully wrapped gift bags.

"Boss, these are the pajamas you ordered from Paris, they just arrived by air. They've already been distributed according to the ladies' sizes."

The housekeeper handed the gift bags to Su Qingyao and her three roommates.

"Wow! There are pajamas too! Cheng-ge, you're so thoughtful!" Li Meng excitedly took the package and immediately opened it.

It was a silk nightgown with lace trim, smooth to the touch, and clearly very expensive.

"No, no, I have to go change and try it on right away! This is the first time I've ever worn such comfortable pajamas in my life!" Li Meng exclaimed as she ran back to her room.

Wang Jing went along too.

Only Zhou Cheng, Su Qingyao, and Lin Wanwan remained in the living room.

Su Qingyao, holding her own copy, blushed and glanced at Zhou Cheng, then whispered, "Then...then I'll go exchange mine too."

She ran away too.

The large living room fell silent instantly.

Only Zhou Cheng and Lin Wanwan remained, sitting opposite each other.

Lin Wanwan held the gift bag, feeling helpless and as if the air itself had become thin.

She didn't dare look at Zhou Cheng, and could only lower her head, staring at her toes.

After a while, she felt a gaze fall on her.

She looked up and saw Zhou Cheng looking at her with a look in his eyes that she couldn't understand.

"Aren't you going to change it?" Zhou Cheng asked.

"Ah...I...I'll change later." Lin Wanwan's voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz.

When she came out of the shower, she found that the old pajamas she had brought had been taken away as trash by the Filipino maid.

She had no choice but to find the simplest-looking white T-shirt in the dressing room and put it on.

That T-shirt was a spare item provided for male guests at the manor.

The oversized T-shirt looked loose on her petite frame, with the hem just covering her upper thighs and revealing her straight, slender calves.

Her long, freshly washed hair, still damp, was casually draped over her shoulders, with a few strands clinging to her fair cheeks.

Without the adornments of expensive luxuries, and without the expressions of inferiority and unease, she was like a lotus just emerging from the water, clean and possessing a natural, unadorned beauty.

This kind of beauty has a more primal impact than Li Meng's liveliness, Wang Jing's glamour, or even Su Qingyao's innocence.

Zhou Cheng noticed that his throat was a little dry.

He had to admit that the system's assessment of the girl's potential was accurate.

Lin Wanwan felt uncomfortable under his gaze, her hands unconsciously clenching the hem of her T-shirt, and her cheeks flushed.

Just as Zhou Cheng was about to say something to break the ambiguous atmosphere, his butler appeared once again at the opportune moment.

"Boss, Captain Canglang from Black Shield Security has an emergency to report to you."

The butler's voice was like a bucket of cold water, extinguishing the small flame that had just begun to ignite in the air.

Zhou Cheng snapped out of his daze, withdrew his gaze, and resumed his calm and composed demeanor.

"Let him in."

He found it somewhat amusing to look at Lin Wanwan's frightened deer-like appearance.

It seems that the road to polishing this rough gem is still long.