Super Rich: Enjoying the Happiness of the Wealthy After Divorce

Zhou Cheng led Chen Ting out of Hermès, and the store manager's respectful farewell behind them almost made them bend over at a ninety-degree angle, the sound echoing in the air.

At the shop entrance, Lao Wu and Zhang Li remained standing still, their expressions stiff.

Old Wu was still holding the orange box worth two million yuan. Now the box felt heavy, and he wanted to throw it away immediately. He had boasted about his million-yuan annual salary to the owner of the shopping mall.

He felt everyone's eyes scanning him, and his self-esteem was shattered.

Zhang Li's complexion was even worse than his. She had already let go of Lao Wu's arm and quietly moved two steps to the side, seemingly trying to sever ties. She looked at Zhou Cheng's back, her eyes filled with a mixture of fear, regret, and an indescribable excitement.

This is the real elite! Compared to him, all those so-called "directors" and "rich kids" I used to date are nothing!

Chen Ting followed behind Zhou Cheng, walking slowly but with her back ramrod straight. She could feel the despair in the two gazes behind her, and a slight smile involuntarily crept onto her lips.

One identity, without even needing to speak, is enough to make those you once looked up to drop completely.

The driver had already respectfully opened the rear door of the Cullinan for Zhou Cheng.

Zhou Cheng sat down without turning around or urging him to get in.

Chen Ting walked to the car door, paused for a moment, then turned around and gave Lao Wu and Zhang Li, who were still standing there, a smile that was both pitying and smug.

She climbed into the car, the soft leather seats enveloping her. The car door closed, shutting her out of everything outside.

"Mr. Jay, where are we going now?" Chen Ting's voice carried a hint of flattery.

"Didn't you want to live the life of high society?" Zhou Cheng leaned back in his chair, eyes closed, his voice calm. "I'll take you to see it."

The car drove smoothly away from Hang Lung Plaza.

Chen Ting stared out the window at the rapidly receding street scene, her heart still pounding. She knew very well that from the moment she boarded this car, her life had embarked on a completely different path.

The car didn't head towards any restaurants or hotels, but instead drove directly onto the elevated highway, heading towards the affluent area on the other side of the city.

Finally, the Cullinan stopped at the city's most exclusive private equestrian club.

This place is not open to the public; it only accepts members with a net worth of over 5 billion.

Zhou Cheng is a lifetime honorary member here.

He owns three thoroughbred horses, all top-class racehorses airlifted from Europe, each worth over eight figures.

"Get out." Zhou Cheng got out of the car.

Chen Ting got out of the car and looked at the huge horse farm in front of her and the brightly lit clubhouse in the distance, feeling a little lost.

"What...what are we doing here?"

"horse riding."

After Zhou Cheng finished speaking, he walked straight towards the stable.

The manager and a large group of people were already waiting there, and when they saw Zhou Cheng, they all bowed in unison.

"Good evening, Mr. Zhou! 'Red Hare' and 'Shadowless' are ready."

Zhou Cheng changed into a professional cycling outfit, making him look even more upright. He mounted a jet-black horse in one fluid motion.

"Can you ride?" He looked down at Chen Ting.

Chen Ting shook her head; she had never been exposed to such things before.

"Learn from her," Zhou Cheng said, pointing to a gentle white mare beside him. "Let her teach you."

A female coach immediately stepped forward and began to teach Chen Ting some basic techniques.

Chen Ting felt a little disappointed. She had thought Zhou Cheng would teach her step by step. But then she thought again, and realized that was the right thing to do. What was his status? And who was she? Why should she expect him to treat her specially?

She suppressed her resentment and diligently followed the coach's instructions to learn.

Zhou Cheng ignored her, squeezed his legs against the horse's belly, and "Jueying" under his body turned into a black shadow and sped off on the track.

The night wind ruffled the hem of his clothes, and even at high speed, his figure remained steady and full of control.

Chen Ting stared at him, her eyes glazed over.

This man was powerful, confident, and exuded a deadly attraction.

She learned very quickly, or rather, she forced herself to learn very quickly. She knew that this was yet another test from Zhou Cheng.

An hour later, she was able to ride a horse slowly in circles on the field, albeit with some difficulty.

Zhou Cheng rode his horse and strolled over to her side.

"How are you feeling?"

"It's...it's so exciting." Chen Ting gripped the reins, her palms sweaty.

"Want to try something even more exciting?" Zhou Cheng asked with a smile.

"What?"

"Come with me."

He turned his horse around and galloped towards a grove of trees deep inside the horse farm.

Chen Ting hesitated for a moment, gritted her teeth, and urged her horse to follow.

There were no lights in the woods, only moonlight filtering through the leaves, casting indistinct shadows.

Zhou Cheng slowed down, and the two horses walked side by side.

"Do you know why I brought you here?" Zhou Cheng suddenly asked.

"I...I don't know."

"Because it's quiet here, and no one will bother us." Zhou Cheng reined in his horse, turned to look at her, and said, "Chen Ting, you're a smart woman. You should know that I'm not short of women."

Chen Ting's heart jumped.

"Su Qingyao, Lin Wanwan, Qin Yue... none of them are any less capable than you." Zhou Cheng's voice was calm, as if stating a fact. "You want something from me, fine. But what will you offer in return?"

Chen Ting stopped breathing.

She knew the time for a showdown had come.

What can she offer in exchange?

Beauty? She admitted that she was somewhat attractive, but compared to a school beauty like Su Qingyao, she was still a bit lacking.

Talent? Her little bit of workplace cleverness is nothing compared to Zhou Cheng.

"I..." She opened her mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.

"Your previous methods didn't work on me," Zhou Cheng continued. "I prefer things to be direct. If you want something, go for it yourself. If you want to stay by my side, show me your value."

He looked at her with a calm gaze, as if he were assessing an item.

"I'll give you a chance," Zhou Cheng said. "Run back to the club from here. If you can get there before me, I'll let you stay."

After saying that, he squeezed his legs together, and "Shadowless" let out a long hiss and instantly darted away, disappearing into the depths of the forest.

Only Chen Ting was left, along with the white horse beneath her that was still slowly grazing.

Chen Ting was stunned.

A race? A race against that black, swift horse? There's no way to win.

She understood that Zhou Cheng wasn't competing with her; he was observing her attitude.

Is it to give up and admit you can't do it? Or to try your best even though you know it's impossible?

She did not hesitate.

With all her might, she squeezed her legs tightly against the horse's flanks and, imitating Zhou Cheng, shouted, "Giddy up!"

The white horse was startled by her and started trotting along.

Chen Ting lay prone on the horse's back, the night wind stinging her face, but she didn't care. Only one thought occupied her mind: Run! She had to win!

She knew this was her only chance.

She stared intently ahead, even though she couldn't see the road clearly, even though she might fall off her horse at any moment.

When she finally broke free of the woods and saw the clubhouse lights, she felt like she was about to fall apart.

Zhou Cheng stood at the finish line, watching her with a leisurely air.

Next to him was a brand-new Maserati MC20, its ice-blue paint gleaming in the night.

Chen Ting slid off the horse, her legs gave way, and she knelt directly on the ground.

"Jay...Jay...I..." she gasped, unable to finish her sentence.

Zhou Cheng walked up to her and tossed a car key into her arms.

"From today onwards, this car is yours." He chuckled. "Congratulations, you've passed the first round of testing."

Chen Ting looked at the car keys in her arms, then at the supercar worth more than three million yuan, and her mind went blank.

She won?

No, she knew it wasn't her who won. It was Zhou Cheng who let her win.

He just wanted to see her reaction.

"Remember, if you want something from me, you have to pay the price," Zhou Cheng said, looking at her. "Tonight is just the beginning."

After saying that, he turned and walked towards his Cullinan.

"Oh, by the way," he walked to the car door, then turned back, "move out of your shabby apartment tomorrow. I've had someone prepare a large penthouse for you in No. 1 Courtyard in the west of the city. You'll live there from now on."

One Courtyard! Top-floor penthouse!

That's a luxury mansion worth over fifty million!

Chen Ting felt like she couldn't breathe.

She watched Zhou Cheng get into the car, and the Cullinan quickly drove away.

Holding the Maserati keys in her hand, she looked at the supercar that seemed to come from the future, and finally couldn't help but laugh.

I laughed so hard that tears streamed down my face.

She knew she had made the right bet.

What he gave her casually was everything she could never earn in her entire life.

She has obtained her ticket to a new world.