Super Rich: Enjoying the Happiness of the Wealthy After Divorce

The Cullinan's rear seat space is frighteningly large; as soon as Chen Ting sat down, she sank into the soft leather seat.

The car was very quiet, with only a faint scent of leather.

She secretly glanced at Zhou Cheng beside her.

He leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes to rest, and the light and shadows flowing outside the window swept across his profile, highlighting his features.

This man is no longer the humble office worker she remembers.

"Where...are we going to eat?" she asked softly.

"You decide." Zhou Cheng didn't even open his eyes.

Chen Ting bit her lip.

She understood that Zhou Cheng was giving her a chance.

If she suggests an ordinary restaurant, then tonight's date is completely over.

She had to suggest a place that would both reflect her own taste and be befit Zhou Cheng's status.

Her mind raced, and she remembered a restaurant that a rich second-generation friend had posted on his WeChat Moments a few days ago.

"I know a newly opened French restaurant called 'L'Atelier.' I heard the chef was poached from Michelin, and it's really hard to get a table there. How about... we try our luck there?"

"Okay," Zhou Cheng replied, then said to the driver in the front seat, "To L'Atelier."

The driver didn't say anything, and the car smoothly turned around.

Chen Ting's tense shoulders relaxed; thankfully, she had made the right bet.

She looked at Zhou Cheng, and other thoughts began to arise.

"Were you... asleep in the car just now?" she asked, feigning concern.

"no."

"Why are your eyes closed? Have you been too tired lately?" she said, but her hand naturally landed on Zhou Cheng's arm and gently squeezed it. "Your muscles are so strong, do you drive a lot?"

Zhou Cheng opened his eyes and glanced at her.

"I drive it occasionally." He pulled his arm out and said in a very professional tone, "But I prefer studying engines. For example, the smoothness of a V12, the ferocity of a W16, and the unique charm of a rotary engine. Different engines require different driving techniques. Some need to be gentle, give them plenty of foreplay; others need to be aggressive, flooring the accelerator. Driving too fast can easily lead to loss of control. Driving too slow isn't fun. Don't you agree?"

Chen Ting was stunned.

She didn't understand what an engine was, but she could hear the mockery and warning in Zhou Cheng's words.

This man is incredibly shrewd.

My little tricks were no match for him.

She gave a dry laugh and dared not speak again.

The car quickly stopped in front of the restaurant.

L'Atelier is tucked away in an old villa, with only a small sign at the entrance, keeping a low profile.

Upon seeing the Cullinan, the waiter immediately ran over and respectfully opened the car door.

"Good evening, Mr. Zhou."

Zhou Cheng nodded and led Chen Ting inside.

The restaurant wasn't crowded, but it was decorated in a very stylish way.

Upon seeing Zhou Cheng, the manager immediately came to greet them and personally led them to a prime spot by the window.

"Mr. Zhou, what would you like to drink today? We just received a batch of 90 Romanée-Conti in our cellar."

"Let's go with this one," Zhou Cheng said casually.

Chen Ting sat to the side, her breath catching in her throat for a moment.

She had heard of Romanée-Conti, the most expensive red wine in the world, with a bottle costing hundreds of thousands.

Zhou Cheng ordered it in the same tone he would order a glass of juice.

Just then, a woman's voice came from not far away.

"Huh? Chen Ting?"

Chen Ting turned around and was also stunned.

"Zhang Li? What are you doing here?"

A woman dressed in an exceptionally flamboyant manner walked over, arm in arm with a man in a suit.

Zhang Li is an acquaintance of Chen Ting, and the two often secretly compete with each other.

"I'm here for dinner with my husband, Lao Wu." Zhang Li deliberately flaunted the large diamond ring on her hand, her gaze then falling on Zhou Cheng. "And this is?"

"My friend, Zhou Cheng," Chen Ting introduced simply.

"Hello." The man called Lao Wu extended his hand, wanting to shake hands with Zhou Cheng. He was in his thirties, wore gold-rimmed glasses, had his hair slicked back, and exuded energy.

Zhou Cheng leaned back on the sofa, not getting up, but simply nodding.

Old Wu's hand just stopped in mid-air.

Zhang Li's expression was not good.

"What does Mr. Zhou do for a living? He looks very young," she asked in a strange tone.

"I'm unemployed," Zhou Cheng said.

"No job?" Zhang Li and Lao Wu were both stunned.

Chen Ting also couldn't understand what Zhou Cheng was trying to do.

"Oh... so Mr. Zhou comes from a well-off family?" Zhang Li continued to ask.

"I guess so," Zhou Cheng replied.

Old Wu withdrew his hand, pushed up his glasses, and when he looked at Zhou Cheng again, there was a hint of disdain in his eyes.

In his view, these so-called rich kids are all parasites who rely on their families and have no real skills of their own.

"People still need to have their own careers," he said with the air of someone who's been there. "Young people, you have to work hard for yourselves. Like me, even though I'm just a director at a small company, my annual salary is still over a million. Next month, the company is even planning to give me stock options; the prospects are very good."

As he spoke, he glanced at Chen Ting's reaction.

Chen Ting's eyes widened slightly, a hint of envy flashing across her face.

A smug smile appeared on Old Wu's lips.

He wanted to show Chen Ting just how big the gap was between her unemployed friend and an elite like himself who rose to the top through his own abilities.

"Director Wu is truly young and promising," Chen Ting praised him politely.

"Not at all," Old Wu said modestly, his chin practically pointing to the sky. "By the way, Tingting, I heard you've been looking for opportunities lately? How about coming to our company for a try? I'll put in a good word with HR and get you a manager position, starting at 300,000 a year. What do you think?"

He started poaching people right in front of Zhou Cheng.

Zhou Cheng listened from the side without much reaction, simply cutting his steak slowly and methodically.

In his opinion, the two people's energetic performance was somewhat ridiculous.

An annual salary of one million?

It's not even enough to cover his meal cost.

Chen Ting felt a little hesitant, but looking at the calm Zhou Cheng beside her, she felt that this matter was not simple.

She decided to take a look first.

"Thank you for your kind offer, Mr. Wu, but I'll think about it some more." She declined.

Old Wu was rebuffed and felt a little embarrassed.

He felt that it must have been this pretty boy next to him who had ruined things.

He rolled his eyes and had an idea.

"After dinner, shall we go shopping?" he said to Zhang Li, his eyes fixed on Chen Ting. "A new Hermès flagship store just opened in Hang Lung Plaza, let's go check it out. Lily, haven't you always wanted a Birkin bag? I'll get it for you today!"

Zhang Li's eyes lit up when she heard this: "Really? Old Wu, you're so kind!"

A Birkin bag made of rare leather can cost hundreds of thousands of dollars.

Old Wu is going all out to get back at Chen Ting and Zhou Cheng.

He looked at Zhou Cheng defiantly, his meaning clear:

You lazy bum, just wait until I show you what real strength is!

Zhou Cheng wiped his mouth with a napkin and finally spoke.

"OK."

He looked at Old Wu and smiled.

Let's go together.