Super Rich: Enjoying the Happiness of the Wealthy After Divorce

Zhou Cheng did not refuse Lin Qingxue's invitation.

This woman is intelligent, knows how to behave appropriately, and handles things beautifully.

Let's have a meal together as a way of thanking her for her help.

"Okay, you choose the location."

"Great! How about we meet at the 'Gentle Peak Restaurant' at 7 p.m.? The environment and view there are fantastic." Lin Qingxue's voice sounded very happy.

"Okay, see you tonight."

After hanging up the phone, Zhou Cheng drove his Cullinan smoothly into the traffic.

His professional-level driving skills allowed him to control this behemoth with ease, showing none of the awkwardness of a novice.

Instead of going straight back to Genting Highlands, he strolled around the largest shopping mall in the city center and changed his outfit from head to toe.

I bought the Armani suit, Vacheron Constantin watch, and Ferragamo shoes that I used to be reluctant to buy.

They spent hundreds of thousands without even blinking an eye.

When he returned to Genting Highlands dressed in brand-new designer clothes and driving a brand-new Cullinan, the security guard at the gate immediately put on an expression of utmost respect, gave a standard 90-degree bow, and deftly raised the railing.

Not far away, in the red Ferrari, Shen Lu and Zhao Tai were already getting impatient.

"Damn it, where has that kid gone? I haven't seen him all day." Zhao Tai honked the horn in frustration.

"He's back!" Shen Lu, with her sharp eyes, spotted the black Cullinan slowly driving in.

Although she didn't recognize the car, its presence was far superior to Zhao Tai's Ferrari.

The car passed in front of them, and Zhou Cheng didn't even glance in their direction before driving straight into the underground parking garage.

"It's him! It must be him!" Shen Lu excitedly unbuckled her seatbelt. "Let's go! Follow him!"

Zhao Tai's expression, however, was rather unpleasant.

He recognized the car.

The Rolls-Royce Cullinan, with a landed price of over eight million, is four to five times more expensive than his used modified Ferrari.

How could Zhou Cheng possibly afford such a car?

A strong sense of unease and jealousy rose within him.

The two hurriedly ran to the entrance of the underground parking garage, but were stopped by security guards again.

"Sorry, vehicles and personnel not belonging to the owner are not allowed to enter the underground parking garage."

"We are Mr. Zhou's friends!" Shen Lu said urgently.

"Please have Mr. Zhou come down to pick you up in person, or call us to confirm." The security guard remained unmoved.

Having no other choice, Shen Lu took out her phone and dialed the number she thought she would never contact again.

The phone rang for a long time before it was answered.

"Feed." Zhou Cheng's voice was very calm.

"Zhou Cheng! Get down here! I'm at the entrance to your basement!" Shen Lu said defiantly.

Who are you?

"I...I'm Shen Lu! Don't play dumb with me!" Shen Lu was so angry that she almost crushed her phone.

"Oh, is something the matter?"

"Have you struck it rich? Tell me honestly, did you win the lottery? If you dare to lie to me, I'll sue you for transferring marital property!" Shen Lu shouted out all the things she had in her heart in one breath.

On the other end of the phone, Zhou Cheng laughed.

"Want a share of the money?"

"That was originally half mine!"

"Sure," Zhou Cheng said casually. "You want to talk, right? Then you'd better show some sincerity. Here's what we'll do: 7 p.m., Genting Restaurant. My legal team and I will be waiting for you there. When you come, remember to bring your and your brother's bank statements and spending records. We'll do a good job of calculating how much money you've taken from me over the past three years, the money you've spent on your brother's purchases, and all the secret stash you've hidden away. Let's see in the end whether you should share my money or pay me back."

After saying that, Zhou Cheng hung up the phone before Shen Lu could react.

Shen Lu stood there, holding her phone, stunned.

Legal team? Check bank statements?

She panicked immediately.

In the past three years, she has spent most of the money she received from Zhou Cheng on herself and her family, especially on her brother Shen Qiang, who is a bottomless pit.

If they really investigate the bank statements, she won't have a single penny to her name.

"What did he say?" Zhao Tai asked from the side.

"He...he asked me to come to the Genting Restaurant tonight to talk to his lawyer." Shen Lu's voice lacked confidence.

Zhao Tai frowned when he heard the word "lawyer".

He hates dealing with these professionals the most; they're full of rules and regulations, and there's no loophole to exploit.

"Damn it, this kid's really upgraded his weapon!" Zhao Tai cursed, feeling increasingly annoyed.

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7 p.m., Genting Restaurant.

This is a revolving restaurant located on the top floor of the tallest building in Jiangcheng, offering a 360-degree panoramic view of the city's nightscape. The average cost per person starts at 5,000 yuan, and reservations are required a month in advance.

When Zhou Cheng arrived, Lin Qingxue was already there.

Today she changed out of her business suit and into a light blue long dress, with delicate makeup, making her look gentle and elegant.

"Mr. Zhou, you've arrived." Upon seeing Zhou Cheng, she stood up with a perfectly timed smile on her face.

"Have you been waiting long?" Zhou Cheng pulled out a chair and sat down.

"No, I just arrived too." Lin Qingxue handed over the menu. "Take a look and see what you'd like to eat?"

Zhou Cheng glanced at the menu and said directly to the waiter, "Bring two of your most expensive set meals. Also, open a bottle of '82 Lafite."

The waiter's eyes lit up, and he bowed respectfully: "Yes, sir, please wait a moment."

Lin Qingxue looked at him with some surprise: "Mr. Zhou, this... is too much of a waste."

"It's okay, I said I'd treat." Zhou Cheng waved his hand; he had almost no concept of money anymore.

As the two were chatting, a commotion broke out at the restaurant entrance.

Shen Lu and Zhao Tai walked in, pulling and tugging at each other.

It turned out that they hadn't made an appointment at all and were stopped by the greeter at the door.

Zhao Tai, relying on his Ferrari, insisted on forcing his way in and got into a conflict with the security guards.

"I made an appointment with Mr. Zhou! Mr. Zhou from unit A-03! You can ask him if you don't believe me!" Shen Lu shouted at the top of her lungs.

When the restaurant manager arrived, he frowned deeply upon seeing Zhao Tai's shabby attire and Shen Lu's tantrum.

But upon hearing the name "Mr. Zhou," they still came over to confirm.

"Mr. Zhou, excuse me, these two outside claim to be your friends."

Zhou Cheng glanced back and nodded: "Let them in."

Shen Lu and Zhao Tai were then allowed to enter.

When Shen Lu saw that sitting opposite Zhou Cheng was Lin Qingxue, a woman whose temperament and appearance far surpassed her own, her eyes instantly filled with flames of jealousy.

Then, looking at the bottle of red wine on the table—a bottle that looked incredibly valuable—her sense of injustice reached its peak.

On what grounds?

Why should this good-for-nothing get to live this kind of life just because he divorced me?

"Zhou Cheng, what do you mean? You invited me here to talk business, but you're here having a good time with other women?" Shen Lu immediately confronted him.

Zhou Cheng acted as if he hadn't heard, picked up his knife and fork, and slowly cut the tomahawk steak that had just been served, without even looking up: "The lawyer will be here soon, please have a seat."

Zhao Tai pulled up a chair, sat down casually, and scanned Lin Qingxue with a malicious look: "Hey, Zhou Cheng, not bad, things are different after the divorce. This girl you got is way hotter than the old one."

Lin Qingxue's face darkened.

Zhou Cheng stopped cutting the steak.

He looked up at Zhao Tai, his eyes calm: "I'll give you a chance. Apologize to this lady, then get out."

"Huh? You want me to get lost?" Zhao Tai laughed as if he'd heard the biggest joke in the world. "Who do you think you are? Do you believe I...?"

Before he could finish speaking, Zhou Cheng's phone rang.

It was Shen Lu's father, Shen Jianguo, calling.

Zhou Cheng glanced at Zhao Tai, who was still shouting, then at Shen Lu, who had a resentful look on her face, and pressed the speakerphone button.

As soon as the call connected, Shen Jianguo's voice, trembling with sobs, came through.

"Shen Lu! You brat! What have you been up to outside?! You've got us all in trouble!"

Shen Lu was stunned: "Dad? What's wrong?"

"What's wrong? Your brother! Shen Qiang! He borrowed 500,000 yuan at exorbitant interest rates from somewhere! Now they're coming to our door! They're saying if he doesn't pay back the money today, they'll chop off his hand! You need to find a way to get the money right now!"

"What? Five hundred thousand?" Shen Lu's mind went blank.

She then remembered the SOS call Shen Qiang made yesterday afternoon, but she had been so upset at the time that she hadn't taken it seriously.

"Sister! Help me, sister!" Shen Qiang's heart-wrenching cries came from the other end of the phone. "It's Zhou Cheng! It was Zhou Cheng who gave Mom and Dad those people's numbers! He's going to get me killed!"

All eyes were on Zhou Cheng.

Zhou Cheng wiped his mouth with a napkin, picked up the glass of red wine worth over ten thousand yuan, swirled it gently, and then looked at Shen Lu, whose face was deathly pale, and spoke calmly.

"You want a share of my money, right? It's simple. First, pay off your brother's 500,000 yuan high-interest loan. Otherwise, I'm afraid he won't be able to sign anything later."

This tactic is called "drawing the firewood from under the cauldron".