Super Rich: Enjoying the Happiness of the Wealthy After Divorce

Zhou Cheng looked at the text message Chen Ting sent and his lips twitched slightly.

"I came alone."

These three words exude an air of arrogance, as if holding a clue about Zhao Liqiang is some kind of incredible bargaining chip.

Zhou Cheng didn't reply; he simply tossed his phone aside.

Zhao Liqiang's case was merely a verbal promise he made to Liu Mei when he casually helped her. Whether or not he was arrested, and when he was arrested, depended on whether he had the time or not.

This Chen Ting is far from being able to negotiate a price with him over such a trivial matter.

He leaned back in the massage chair in his study, closed his eyes, and felt the machine's pressure was just right, making him feel very comfortable. He went through the weekend party in his mind.

Wang Jing's gaze towards her was becoming increasingly strange. Su Qingyao didn't say anything, but her little schemes were written all over her face. Li Meng was a perceptive person, but she only watched the spectacle with amusement.

It's more interesting when these girls get together than before.

The harem harmony level is currently only 45 points, far from the required 80 points. It seems that simply throwing money at them isn't enough; we also need to make them fully understand their place psychologically.

Just then, there was a knock on the study door.

"Boss, are you there?" It was Qin Yue's voice.

"Come in."

Qin Yue pushed open the door and came in, holding a document in her hand. Today she was wearing a beige business suit, her hair was neatly tied up, and she wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on her nose, making her look very professional.

"Boss, these are the alternative proposals for several key investment projects of Huanyu Group next month. I need your review." She placed the documents on the table.

Zhou Cheng opened his eyes, glanced at it, and didn't take it.

"No rush," he waved his hand. "Have a seat."

Qin Yue sat down in the chair opposite him, her back ramrod straight.

"Is something the matter?" Zhou Cheng asked.

Qin Yue paused for a moment before speaking, "Boss, I'd like to... ask for a few days off."

This was the first time she had voluntarily requested leave since joining the company.

"Is something wrong at home?"

"Yeah." Qin Yue nodded, looking somewhat helpless. "My mom has arranged another blind date for me. I can't avoid it this time; she insists I go back home."

"Didn't you explain things clearly to them last time?" Zhou Cheng was referring to the time he pretended to be Qin Yue's boyfriend and went to her hometown.

"I told her," Qin Yue said with a wry smile. "But my aunt keeps telling everyone that you're a hired actor, and that your car is rented too. My parents say they believe me, but I guess they're having their doubts. This blind date of mine is supposedly very well-off; his family owns a chain of supermarkets, and they insist I meet him."

Zhou Cheng almost burst out laughing after hearing this.

"Then let's go see him," he said nonchalantly.

Qin Yue was taken aback; she thought Zhou Cheng would be unhappy.

"Boss, I..."

"It's just a meeting, it's not like I'm asking you to marry him." Zhou Cheng looked at her. "Perfect, you should rest for a few days. You've been through so much lately with Lin Wanwan and Feng Fangfang's issues. You've had a tough time."

He paused for a moment, then said, "I'll grant you a week's paid leave. Also, this month's bonus will be doubled."

Qin Yue felt a surge of warmth in her heart.

That's just how this man is. He possesses you domineeringly on one hand, and on the other hand, he'll subtly offer you benefits you can't refuse.

"Thank you, boss," she said softly.

"Oh, right," Zhou Cheng suddenly remembered something, "your aunt, doesn't she have a daughter named Qin Ya? The one who drives a BMW 1 Series."

"Yes, what's wrong?"

"Doesn't she think a car worth 200,000 is something special?" Zhou Cheng took a car key from the drawer and tossed it to Qin Yue.

The key features a prancing horse emblem.

Ferrari.

"Take this Portofino M, the red convertible, back with you," Zhou Cheng said casually. "Park it downstairs at your place, so your relatives can see what a car is."

Qin Yue looked at the key in her hand, her fingertips burning.

This car cost nearly three million yuan to purchase.

He just casually lent it to me to drive back and save face?

"Boss, this is too expensive..."

"It's just a car," Zhou Cheng interrupted her. "My woman can't be looked down upon outside. Drive it there, have fun for a few days, and then drive it back."

The words "my woman" made Qin Yue pause in her breath.

She gripped the keys tightly and nodded: "Okay."

"Go ahead, you don't need to go to work today. Go back and pack your things."

Qin Yue stood up, walked to the door, and then stopped.

"Boss," she turned to look at Zhou Cheng, "there's one more thing. My cousin might come to Jiangcheng with me this time I go back."

"Your cousin?"

"Yes, this is my second uncle's daughter, Qin Yue. She just graduated this year and found a clerical job in her hometown, earning three thousand yuan a month. She's complaining about the low salary and doesn't want to continue," Qin Yue explained. "A few days ago, my mom accidentally let it slip that I'm earning this much... so she insisted on coming with me, hoping to find a job at your company."

"How much is your salary?" Zhou Cheng asked casually.

"Basic salary plus performance bonuses and various subsidies, about 200,000 a month," Qin Yue quoted a figure.

Zhou Cheng nodded. This amount wasn't much for a Harvard-graduated personal assistant.

But for an ordinary girl in a third-tier city with a monthly salary of 3,000 yuan, it's an astronomical figure.

"Let her come if she wants," Zhou Cheng said, not really caring. "You can arrange it as you see fit. If the company is short-staffed, you can give her a sinecure."

"I'm just worried..." Qin Yue hesitated, "My cousin has always been a bit...ambitious. I'm afraid her coming will cause you trouble."

"Trouble?" Zhou Cheng laughed. "Trouble is the last thing I lack."

He'd love for more trouble; that's what makes life more fun.

Seeing his expression, Qin Yue knew that further persuasion would be useless, so she nodded, turned around, and left.

After Qin Yue left, Zhou Cheng picked up his phone again.

Chen Ting's text message is still there.

He thought for a moment, then slowly replied with four words.

I'm busy this week.

……

On the other side, in a bar at Bund 18.

Chen Ting was so angry when she saw those four words on her phone that she almost smashed it.

She spent a lot of money today to get her hair done and wear a new dress, and has been waiting here since 6 p.m.

She imagined countless scenarios for their reunion.

She thought Zhou Cheng would arrive immediately, after all, Zhao Liqiang's clues were very important to his former colleague named Liu Mei.

She had even planned out how to act when they met, and how to gradually pique his interest in her.

The results of it?

She waited for three hours, only to be told, "I'm not available this week"?

This disparity made her feel like a joke.

She didn't believe it and sent another message.

What about next week? This news is very important to Liu Mei. Don't you want to help her?

This time, there wasn't even a reply.

Stone sinks into the sea.

Chen Ting gripped the wine glass tightly.

Zhou Cheng, what tricks are you playing?

Unwilling to give up, she opened her WeChat Moments, hoping to find some clues.

Then, she saw a new post that Li Meng had just updated.

Li Meng's WeChat Moments are open to everyone.

The photo was taken by the pool at Moon Bay Manor, with a huge villa and lawn in the background.

Su Qingyao, Li Meng, Wang Jing, and Feng Fangfang, several beautiful women with different styles, were wearing bikinis and laughing together. Each of them looked as beautiful as a star.

The caption reads: "[Wonderful weekend party! Thanks to Cheng for the hospitality! [heart]]"

Chen Ting's hand holding the phone trembled slightly.

She recognized Su Qingyao, the campus belle of Jiang University.

They also recognized Feng Fangfang, the gold-digging woman who cried and shouted her gratitude to "Brother Feng" during the live stream.

And who else could that "Brother Cheng" be but Zhou Cheng?

He'd rather party with a bunch of beautiful women in his mansion than come see me?

Jealousy and resentment surged up immediately.

She looked at the young and beautiful girls in the photo, and then at her own face in the mirror, which, although well-maintained, was no longer young.

She suddenly understood.

Zhou Cheng wasn't playing tricks.

He really... looks down on me.

Or rather, his current level is so high that I don't even have the right to negotiate with him anymore.

This realization was more embarrassing for her than a direct rejection.