Super Rich: Enjoying the Happiness of the Wealthy After Divorce

"Zhou...Zhou Cheng?"

Chen Ting stood at the door and tentatively called out.

The room was dimly lit, and she couldn't see Zhou Cheng's face clearly, only a silhouette leaning against the window. But the pressure from the silence made her feel a little suffocated.

"Come and sit down."

Zhou Cheng's voice was flat, revealing no emotion.

Feeling uneasy, Chen Ting took small steps over and sat down in the corner of the sofa furthest from him, her back ramrod straight.

"Long time no see, you... you've changed a lot." She tried to find a way to start the conversation, not wanting the atmosphere to become too awkward.

Zhou Cheng didn't reply, but simply shook the glass in his hand, the ice cubes hitting the glass and making a sound.

"What would you like to drink?"

"I...I'll just have water."

Zhou Cheng seemed not to hear him and said to the empty space, "Make her a 'First Encounter' drink."

As soon as he finished speaking, a waiter in uniform appeared out of nowhere, bowed in acknowledgment, and then silently withdrew.

Chen Ting's heart skipped a beat; she hadn't realized there was anyone else in the room.

This place exudes an indescribable sense of refinement.

She felt like a moth drawn into a spider's web, and Zhou Cheng was the spider in the middle of the web, watching her silently.

"This place...is really nice," she said curtly.

"Just playing around." Zhou Cheng leaned back on the sofa and finally looked at her properly.

His gaze was direct, as if he were appraising an item.

Chen Ting felt uncomfortable under his gaze, so she subconsciously tossed her hair and struck a side profile angle that she had practiced many times.

"Tell me, where is Zhao Liqiang?" Zhou Cheng asked directly, without any intention of beating around the bush.

Chen Ting's rhythm was completely disrupted.

Her prepared opening lines and attempts to engage the other party were completely ignored.

"Well... there's no rush." ​​She forced a smile, unconsciously shifting her hips closer to Zhou Cheng. "We haven't seen each other in so long, why don't we talk about something else first? Like... are you still single?"

coming.

Zhou Cheng smiled inwardly.

It's a typical cliché: first ask about your relationship status, then decide how to hook you up next.

"What? You want to introduce me to someone?" he asked back.

Chen Ting was taken aback for a moment, then quickly said, "No, no, I was just concerned about you. You're so successful now, you must have no shortage of girls chasing after you, right? I saw on your WeChat Moments that you have a very good relationship with that school beauty, Su."

She deliberately brought up Su Qingyao to see Zhou Cheng's reaction.

"She's my girlfriend." Zhou Cheng's answer made her heart sink.

Do you have a girlfriend?

Then all my plans have failed?

"Oh...oh, that's great, you two are a perfect match." Her smile faltered slightly.

Just when she thought there was no hope, Zhou Cheng said something else.

"However, I have no plans to get married."

Chen Ting's eyes lit up again.

There are many possible explanations for not planning to get married.

This means he can change the women around him at any time. As long as he's capable enough, he has a chance to rise to the top.

"Young people these days are very thoughtful," she continued, her tone carrying a hint of experience. "Relationships really can't be forced. The most important thing is that two people are happy together. Like me, I'm doing just fine on my own after my divorce."

She began to consciously or unconsciously cultivate an "independent woman" persona for herself, while also letting the other person know that she was single and open to contact.

Zhou Cheng looked at her and felt listless.

These tricks are too outdated.

He was too lazy to play these low-level language games with her anymore.

He put down his wine glass, stood up, and walked over to Chen Ting.

Chen Ting was surprised by his sudden appearance and instinctively shrank back.

Zhou Cheng squatted down in front of her, their eyes level.

They were very close, close enough that Chen Ting could smell the faint scent of tobacco on him and see her own slightly flustered face reflected in his dark pupils.

"Chen Ting," he said, his voice low, "you came here today really because of Zhao Liqiang?"

"Of course... of course." Chen Ting's heart skipped a beat.

"Really?" Zhou Cheng smiled, reaching out to pinch her chin.

It wasn't a strong force, but she tried to twist it and couldn't break free.

Chen Ting's body stiffened.

My mind is a little foggy.

What... what is this for?

How dare he?

"Do you think I need to use information about Zhao Liqiang to exchange for a chance to meet you?" Zhou Cheng's thumb gently rubbed her chin. "Or do you think what you have is very important to me?"

Chen Ting was speechless.

His eyes revealed all his unspoken subtext, leaving her with nowhere to hide her little thoughts and schemes.

"I'll ask you one more time," Zhou Cheng's tone turned colder, "What exactly do you want from me?"

Chen Ting's defenses were starting to crumble after he did that.

Her social skills, which she was so proud of, were completely useless in front of this man.

"I...I just want to...see you." Her voice trembled, and her eyes reddened. "I heard you're doing well now, I...I just want to see what you've become..."

"Do you want to see me, or do you want to see if I can give you the life you want?" Zhou Cheng's words cut to the chase.

Chen Ting's tears rolled down her cheeks.

She didn't speak, but just bit her lip and looked at him with a pitiful and aggrieved expression.

She had never failed to use this move before.

Unfortunately, she chose the wrong person.

Zhou Cheng released her hand, stood up, and looked down at her.

"Stop with your act, it won't work on me."

He took a tissue out of his pocket and threw it on the table in front of her.

"Wipe away your tears."

Chen Ting stared blankly at the tissue, then looked at him.

For the first time, she felt so powerless in front of a man.

We lost completely.

She silently picked up a tissue and wiped away her tears.

"Tell me Zhao Liqiang's whereabouts." Zhou Cheng sat back down on the sofa and poured himself a glass of wine.

Chen Ting knew she had no more cards to play.

She honestly told him everything she knew.

It turns out that her best friend married someone abroad and recently ran into Zhao Liqiang at a casino. He had lost all his money, had his leg broken, and was now hiding from his creditors at an unlicensed clinic run by a Chinese person.

"address."

Chen Ting gave an address overseas.

Zhou Cheng took out his phone and dialed Andrei Ivanov's number directly.

The call was answered quickly, and a respectful voice came through: "Mr. Zhou! What can I do for you?"

"Do me a favor." Zhou Cheng gave the address, "This man's name is Zhao Liqiang. Bring him back to me. Remember, he has to be alive."

"Understood! I'll send someone to handle it right away!"

After hanging up the phone, Zhou Cheng looked at Chen Ting.

Chen Ting was stunned.

She couldn't understand what language Zhou Cheng was speaking, but she could hear the respect in the man's tone on the other end of the phone.

Can a single phone call lead to the arrest of someone across borders?

What exactly is Zhou Cheng's identity now?

"The matter is settled." Zhou Cheng stood up. "Let's go, I'll take you to eat."

"Huh?" Chen Ting hadn't come to her senses yet.

"What? You don't want to go?"

"No...no..."

"Then let's go."

Zhou Cheng didn't give her any more time to think about it and walked straight out the door.

Chen Ting quickly followed.

The two walked out of the small building, where a car was already parked.

A large, black car whose name she didn't know.

A small, glowing figure stood on the front of the car, dazzling in the night.

Rolls-Royce Cullinan.

A driver in a suit respectfully opened the back door for Zhou Cheng.

Zhou Cheng sat down inside.

Chen Ting stood by the car, her legs feeling a little weak.

She felt as if she had stepped into another world tonight.