Super Rich: Enjoying the Happiness of the Wealthy After Divorce

The next morning, Lin Wanwan was woken up by her phone vibrating.

She opened her eyes and found herself lying on an unusually large bed, the bed beside her empty. The air still smelled of smoke and Zhou Cheng's scent.

She picked up her phone; the dormitory's WeChat group was already buzzing with activity.

Li Meng: [@Lin Wanwan, where are you? You didn't come back all night? Where did you run off to?]

Wang Jing: [Wanwan, are you alright? Reply if you see this!]

Su Qingyao: [Wanwan, did something happen to you? Don't scare us.]

Several roommates in the group, whom she didn't know well, were also gossiping about her not coming home at night.

Lin Wanwan looked at these messages and felt a mix of emotions.

In the past, she would have immediately made up an excuse to reply.

But now, she simply put her phone on silent and tossed it aside.

She threw back the covers, walked barefoot to the huge French windows, and drew back the heavy curtains.

Sunlight streamed in, brightening the presidential suite. Below lay a dense cluster of high-rise buildings and a constant flow of traffic.

This feeling of being high and mighty made her a little intoxicated.

Just then, the door to the room was pushed open, and Zhou Cheng walked in. He had already changed his clothes and was carrying a box and a car key.

"Awake?" He threw his things on the bed.

"Boss." Lin Wanwan quickly turned around and greeted him respectfully.

"These are for you." Zhou Cheng pointed to the things on the bed, "Car keys, and a new phone. The SIM card is all set. Use this number to contact me from now on."

Lin Wanwan walked over and opened the box. Inside was a brand new Vertu phone, its body inlaid with small diamonds that sparkled in the light.

She knew the brand, but had only seen it in magazines; even the cheapest one cost over ten thousand.

"In addition, I've upgraded your stock account to a dedicated fund." Zhou Cheng leaned back on the sofa, lit a cigarette, and said, "Initial capital: 10 billion."

"One...ten...billion?" Lin Wanwan almost dropped her Vertu phone.

She thought she had misheard.

"You heard me right." Zhou Cheng exhaled a puff of smoke. "This money will be yours to manage from now on. How many times it multiplies is up to your ability. Every year, I'll give you one percent of the profits as a bonus."

One percent!

If 10 billion is doubled, the bonus will be 100 million!

Lin Wanwan almost stopped breathing.

"Of course, there are rules." Zhou Cheng's voice pulled her back to reality. "You can spend the money as you like—buy a car, a house, luxury goods, whatever. But for every expense exceeding one million, I need to know where the money went. Also, don't forget your primary job is to make money for me. If I find out you're neglecting your duties..."

"I understand, boss!" Lin Wanwan immediately stood up straight, her face serious as she assured him, "I will definitely not let you down!"

"Very good." Zhou Cheng stood up, patted her shoulder, and said, "Go wash up and change your clothes. I had Qin Yue bring you a few sets of clothes. I'll take you somewhere later."

An hour later.

Lin Wanwan looked at herself in the mirror and could hardly recognize herself.

She was wearing the latest Chanel dress, Jimmy Choo high heels, and carrying a Hermès Birkin bag. These were all just delivered by Qin Yue; the tags were still on.

The girl in the mirror had fair skin and a tall figure. Paired with this million-dollar outfit, her aura was completely different.

"Let's go." Zhou Cheng's voice rang out at the door.

Lin Wanwan followed him out of the hotel.

Downstairs, that flashy purple Porsche 911 was already parked there.

"From now on, this is your car." Zhou Cheng tossed the keys to her.

Lin Wanwan took the keys and looked at the sports car in front of her, her palms starting to sweat again.

"I...I'm not very good at driving such a nice car."

"Then learn it."

Zhou Cheng himself got into another newly purchased Panamera.

Two Porsches, one in front of the other, drove towards Moon Bay, a well-known upscale neighborhood in Jiangcheng.

……

Jiangcheng University, girls' dormitory.

Li Meng and Wang Jing were lying in bed, scrolling through their phones out of boredom.

"Hey, Yao Yao, hasn't Wan Wan replied to your message yet?" Li Meng asked.

Su Qingyao shook her head, a hint of worry on her face: "No. I can't get through on the phone either."

"That's strange, where could this girl go? Could something have happened at home again?" Wang Jing guessed.

Just then, Li Meng suddenly screamed.

"Holy crap!"

"What's wrong? Why are you so startled!" Wang Jing was startled by her.

"Look at WeChat Moments! Look at Lin Wanwan's WeChat Moments!" Li Meng excitedly sat up in bed.

Su Qingyao and Wang Jing quickly opened WeChat.

Lin Wanwan updated her WeChat Moments a few minutes ago.

There are no words, only a picture.

The photo was taken from the driver's seat of a luxury car. The interior is purple, the instrument panel is cool, and the steering wheel has a gold Porsche crest in the center.

Next to the steering wheel, there was an orange Hermès Birkin bag.

There are already several comments under the post on WeChat Moments.

Holy crap! Wanwan, you've struck it rich? Is that a Porsche 911?!

[Is this bag... a Hermès Birkin? And made of crocodile skin? My goodness, this one must cost hundreds of thousands!]

【Wanwan, are you being kept by someone? Please introduce me to a sugar daddy!】

Suddenly, no one spoke in the dormitory.

Li Meng and Wang Jing stared blankly at the photo, their minds going blank.

Lin Wanwan?

Lin Wanwan, who usually can't even afford a cup of milk tea, but can haggle with someone for half a day for a few hundred yuan in part-time pay?

She's driving a Porsche? And using Hermès bags?

Has the world gone mad?

Su Qingyao was also stunned. Looking at the photo, her heart skipped a beat, and she thought of someone.

Who else but Zhou Cheng could pull off such a feat?

The three of them were still in shock when the dormitory door was pushed open.

A girl dressed extravagantly and wearing head-to-toe designer brands walked in.

It was Feng Fangfang from the next dormitory. Her family owned a company, so she was considered a second-generation rich kid. She was usually very high-profile and always looked down on girls from ordinary families like them.

"Oh, everyone's here?" Feng Fangfang said sarcastically. "I heard that Lin Wanwan from your dorm has hooked up with a rich guy?"

As she spoke, she waved her phone, the screen displaying Lin Wanwan's post on WeChat Moments.

Li Meng and Wang Jing looked displeased and ignored her.

Feng Fangfang didn't care and said to herself, "Tsk tsk, I really didn't expect that. She always pretends to be a pure and innocent girl, but it turns out she's a gold digger. But, to have someone drive a 911 and use a Birkin bag, this sugar daddy must be quite powerful."

Her eyes were full of calculation and jealousy.

"You're in the same dorm as her, so you should know who that guy is, right?" She leaned closer to Li Meng to try and get closer to her. "Give me a hint, okay? We're all sisters, so if there's anything good, include me in the fun!"

Li Meng rolled her eyes at her: "I don't know."

"Tch, what's with the pretense of being high and mighty?" Feng Fangfang curled her lip and looked at Su Qingyao.

When she saw the Patek Philippe on Su Qingyao's wrist and the Van Cleef & Arpels necklace around her neck, her eyes widened in disbelief.

She had always thought Su Qingyao's items were fake, but now it seems...

Two girls from the same dorm were kept by top-tier wealthy men?

This dorm room has amazing feng shui!

Feng Fangfang's mind started to wander.

Her eyes darted around, and she put on a smiling face, saying to Su Qingyao, "Yaoyao, look, there are only three people living in your dorm now, it's so empty. I heard Lin Wanwan isn't coming back anymore, so... how about I move in with you guys? It'll be more lively, and we can look out for each other."