Super Rich: Enjoying the Happiness of the Wealthy After Divorce

Wang Jing stayed in the bathroom for a long time until Li Meng came and knocked on the door, at which point she opened the door and went out.

She dared not look at Zhou Cheng again, and spent the entire afternoon intentionally or unintentionally avoiding him.

After dinner, everyone was a bit tired and didn't want to play around anymore.

"I'm so bored, how about we watch a movie?" Li Meng suggested.

"Great idea!" Everyone immediately agreed to the suggestion.

What type of movie are you looking for?

"Let's watch a romantic movie, it's sweet," Su Qingyao said.

"Ugh, what's so great about romance movies?" Li Meng waved her hand. "If you want to watch something exciting, let's watch something thrilling! How about a horror movie?"

"Huh? A horror movie?" Su Qingyao's face turned pale instantly. "I...I'm too scared to watch it."

Wang Jing also shook her head: "I wouldn't dare either."

"What are you afraid of! There are so many people here!" Li Meng was very brave. "Besides, isn't Brother Cheng here? He'll protect us!"

As she spoke, she winked at Zhou Cheng.

Zhou Cheng smiled and said, "Watching horror movies is good."

Since he said that, the others naturally had no objections.

The group arrived at the private cinema in the basement of the manor.

The cinema screen was large, and the sofas were U-shaped and made of genuine leather, large enough for everyone to sit down.

Everyone started looking for seats.

Su Qingyao was the first to stick close to Zhou Cheng, sitting down right next to him.

Li Meng consciously sat on the other side, and then she tugged at Wang Jing.

"Jingjing, come sit over here with me."

Wang Jing originally wanted to stay away from Zhou Cheng, but Li Meng was strong and pulled her over, making her sit between herself and Zhou Cheng.

So the seating arrangement became: Su Qingyao, Zhou Cheng, Wang Jing, Li Meng, then Qin Yue, Lin Wanwan, and Feng Fangfang.

Wang Jing sat next to Zhou Cheng, her back ramrod straight, unsure of what to do with her hands and feet.

She could smell the tobacco on him and feel the warmth from his arms.

Her palms were sweating, and her body was a little stiff.

Zhou Cheng, on the other hand, seemed quite at ease. He leaned back on the sofa, one arm casually draped over the back of the sofa, right behind Wang Jing's head.

This posture made it appear as if he was half-embracing Wang Jing from behind.

Wang Jing's heart was beating even faster.

The movie begins.

It's a Japanese horror film with eerie sound effects coming from all directions, making the theater feel gloomy.

At first, it was fine; the girls encouraged each other and chattered away.

But as the plot unfolded, everyone gradually became engrossed in it, and the theater quieted down, leaving only the sounds from the movie and the girls' suppressed breathing.

Su Qingyao was so frightened that she buried her head in Zhou Cheng's arms and curled up into a ball.

Zhou Cheng gently patted her back to comfort her.

Wang Jing was also very scared. She closed her eyes tightly and dared not look at the screen.

Just then, a female ghost's face suddenly appeared on the screen, accompanied by a piercing scream!

"ah--!"

In the movie theater, all the girls screamed.

Wang Jing shuddered in fright. Without thinking, she rushed to the place that gave her the most sense of security and hugged one arm tightly with both hands.

That arm was muscular.

It belongs to Zhou Cheng.

Wang Jing pressed herself against Zhou Cheng, her cheek against his shoulder, and through the thin fabric of her clothes, she could feel the heat of his body.

She was so frightened that she was trembling all over, completely unaware of how suggestive her actions were.

Zhou Cheng did not push her away.

His other hand was still comforting Su Qingyao in his arms, but the hand that Wang Jing was holding made a small movement.

He turned his hand over and gently covered Wang Jing's hand.

His palms were large and warm, with a thin layer of calluses, as they caressed her skin.

That touch made Wang Jing's body stiffen.

Her mind went blank; she forgot her fear, forgot to scream, and even forgot that she was still holding someone else's boyfriend.

She only felt that her hand was being enveloped by a warm, large hand.

The warmth spread along my arm.

She secretly opened her eyes and, using the dim light from the screen, looked at the man beside her.

Zhou Cheng was tilting his head and whispering something in Su Qingyao's ear, his expression very gentle.

He didn't pay attention to his own side.

Wang Jing remained frozen in that position, not daring to move an inch.

She craved the warmth of his hands and the comforting scent emanating from him.

She even hoped that this horror movie would never end.

The movie finally ended, and the lights in the theater came on.

The girls all breathed a sigh of relief, their faces pale and still shaken.

Wang Jing also came to her senses. She quickly released Zhou Cheng's arm, sat up straight, and her face was so red it looked like it could bleed.

She didn't dare look at anyone, keeping her head down and pretending to tidy her clothes.

"That scared me to death! I'll never watch horror movies again!" Li Meng said, patting her chest.

"Yaoyao, are you alright?" Zhou Cheng asked softly, looking at Su Qingyao who was still trembling in his arms.

"I... my legs are weak." Su Qingyao's voice was trembling with tears.

"Alright, that's enough. I'll take you upstairs to rest." Zhou Cheng said, and then picked Su Qingyao up in a princess carry.

"Ah!" Su Qingyao exclaimed and quickly hugged his neck.

"You all should get some rest too." Zhou Cheng said to the others while holding Su Qingyao, then turned and left the cinema.

The girls' expressions varied as they watched the two of them walking intimately from behind.

Qin Yue and Lin Wanwan remained calm, as they were already used to it.

Feng Fangfang's eyes were full of envy.

Li Meng pursed her lips and turned her head away.

Only Wang Jing sat there blankly, motionless.

Everyone else left one after another, leaving her alone in the theater.

She raised her hand, the hand that Zhou Cheng had held.

His warmth and the rough texture of his palms still lingered on it.

She looked at the empty sofa, the spot where Zhou Cheng had just sat; the air still carried his scent.

She had almost forgotten the horror scenes from the movie.

But that brief contact kept replaying in her mind.

She knew she was finished.

That feeling both frightened her and made her want to savor it.