Super Rich: Enjoying the Happiness of the Wealthy After Divorce

The next day, Chen Ting woke up in her 300-square-meter penthouse apartment in Courtyard No. 1.

Sunlight streamed in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, offering views of most of the city outside.

She walked barefoot on the wool carpet, thick and soft. It all felt unreal to her.

Last night, Zhou Cheng's men took her out of that run-down apartment and moved her here overnight. All her old things were thrown away. The walk-in closet is now filled with the latest designer clothes, bags, and shoes.

On the dressing table were skincare products whose names she didn't know.

The refrigerator was crammed with imported ingredients.

Her life changed completely overnight.

She walked to the window and looked down at the ice-blue Maserati. The car was hers. The thought made her feel lightheaded.

Just then, my phone rang.

It was a message from Zhou Cheng; it was very short.

Come to Moon Bay at 8 PM.

Moon Bay.

Chen Ting knew that place; it was where the real powerful and wealthy of Jiangcheng lived. Su Qingyao was there.

She immediately realized that tonight's trip was not simple.

Whether to let her in or kick her out, we'll see tonight.

She didn't dare to slack off and spent the entire afternoon at the beauty salon and stylist's. From her closet full of new clothes, she picked out a black silk dress that looked unremarkable but had a price tag that was terrifying.

At 7:30 p.m., she arrived at the entrance of Moon Bay Manor on time in her eye-catching Maserati.

The security guards at the entrance saw her license plate, didn't stop her, and saluted to let her pass.

The car stopped at the entrance of Manor A-01.

Qin Yue was already waiting for her at the door.

Qin Yue was dressed casually today, but standing there with her back straight, her gaze still made Chen Ting's heart tighten.

"Miss Chen, the boss is waiting for you inside." Qin Yue's tone was polite, but her eyes scrutinized her from head to toe, as if to declare who was in charge here.

Chen Ting's heart sank.

She knew that this woman was not only Zhou Cheng's most capable subordinate, but also the one in his bed.

"Thank you for your help, Assistant Qin," Chen Ting replied politely.

Stepping into the villa, she realized that she had been too naive.

The living room was ridiculously large; she couldn't see the end of it. She couldn't quite describe the decorating style, but she felt that any random piece of furniture was worth more than the house she used to live in.

Several girls were sitting on the sofa in the living room.

Su Qingyao, wearing cartoon pajamas, was talking to Zhou Cheng while holding his arm.

Next to her were Li Meng and Wang Jing, whom Chen Ting had seen in her WeChat Moments.

In another corner, a girl sat quietly reading a book, far away from everyone else. It was Lin Wanwan.

There was another girl with the heaviest makeup, but the most awkward sitting posture; that was the internet celebrity Feng Fangfang.

One, two, three, four, five...

Five!

And they are all young and beautiful.

Chen Ting felt a tingling sensation on her scalp.

She used to think she was quite special. But now, seeing so many women surrounding Zhou Cheng, she realized she was just the newcomer.

"You're here? Have a seat." Zhou Cheng saw her, raised his eyelids slightly, and pointed to a single sofa next to him.

That position was the furthest from him and the most isolated.

Chen Ting's face stiffened for a moment, but she still obediently sat down.

"Let me introduce you, Chen Ting, my former colleague." Zhou Cheng's introduction was very brief.

All the girls' eyes turned to him, some curious, some scrutinizing, but most unwelcoming.

Su Qingyao, in particular, tightened her grip on Zhou Cheng's arm and looked at Chen Ting with undisguised hostility in her eyes.

"Hello, Sister Ting," Su Qingyao greeted, her voice cloyingly sweet.

"Hello," Chen Ting forced a smile.

For the rest of the time, Chen Ting felt extremely uncomfortable sitting up.

Zhou Cheng didn't speak to her again, treating her as if she didn't exist.

He played games with Su Qingyao for a while, then went to give Lin Wanwan pointers on the documents she was looking at, and also discussed company matters with Qin Yue.

Li Meng and Wang Jing surrounded him, talking about things at school.

Feng Fangfang was like a maid, always ready to serve tea and water.

Each of them had something to say to Zhou Cheng.

She was the only one left out, unable to get a word in edgewise.

Looking at their jewelry and clothes, and listening to them discuss events she had never heard of, the sense of superiority she had just felt vanished instantly.

Her Maserati worth over three million yuan and her mansion worth fifty million yuan are nothing compared to this.

Because each of them has these things, and some even have more.

After dinner, the girls all dispersed.

Only Zhou Cheng and Chen Ting remained in the living room.

"How are you feeling?" Zhou Cheng lit a cigarette and looked at her.

"They're...very nice. They're all...very pretty." Chen Ting lowered her head, her voice a little dry.

"Do you know why I sent you?"

"...I know." Chen Ting's voice was even lower. "She wants me to see my place clearly."

"Looks like you're not too stupid after all." Zhou Cheng smiled. "Do you like the apartment in Courtyard No. 1?"

"like."

"What about that Maserati?"

"I like it too."

"Want more?" Zhou Cheng exhaled a puff of smoke, and as the smoke dissipated, his gaze fell on her face.

Chen Ting's body tensed up.

She knew that now was the crucial moment.

She looked up, met Zhou Cheng's gaze, and mustered her courage to ask, "Mr. Zhou, may I ask you a question?"

"ask."

"What am I to you?" she stared intently at him. "A lover, or...something else?"

She wants an explanation.

Zhou Cheng looked at her and suddenly smiled.

"A title?" He stubbed out his cigarette. "Chen Ting, are you mistaken? I haven't even told Su Qingyao I wanted to marry her. What makes you think you can get a title from me?"

Chen Ting's face turned pale instantly.

"But……"

"No buts." Zhou Cheng interrupted her, leaning forward slightly and staring into her eyes. "You can take your car and house and leave now; consider them a gift from me. Or, you can stay."

He paused.

"Stay here. The position of vice president of Huanyu Group is yours, with an annual salary of three million, a company car, and a driver. My requirements are simple: you must be there when I need you."

"I will not marry you, nor will I make any promises to you. You are just one of my many women. Your only advantage is that you are more mature and sensible than the others."

Zhou Cheng's words were direct and made things clear: this was a deal.

Chen Ting's body was trembling.

Why should I? She clenched her fists.

"Jay Chou, I'm not young anymore." She gritted her teeth and stated her only advantage, "I can't be like them, wasting several years of my youth only to end up with nothing. I need some security."

"A guarantee?" Zhou Cheng stood up, looking down at her. "Isn't what I've given you enough?"

"A 50 million yuan mansion, a 3 million yuan supercar, a 3 million yuan annual salary. Chen Ting, you could never earn these things on your own in a lifetime."

"What you call youth is worthless to me."

Zhou Cheng finished speaking.

Chen Ting had lost all her last bit of strength.

Yes, what does she have to offer in the negotiation?

Her best years are over; all that's left is her ability to scheme.

But this skill is utterly insignificant compared to this man's.

She looked at Zhou Cheng's handsome face and felt no warmth at all.

reject?

And then go back to those days when you had to drink and smile obsequiously at clients for a monthly salary of tens of thousands of yuan?

She can't do it anymore.

From frugality to luxury is easy, from luxury to frugality.

After experiencing the view from the top floor of No. 1 Courtyard, she could no longer tolerate that small rented room.

She slowly, very slowly, stood up from the sofa.

Then, in front of Zhou Cheng, she unzipped her dress.

The black silk dress slid down her smooth body to the ground.

She walked up to Zhou Cheng, stood on tiptoe, and kissed him.

"Mr. Jay," her voice trembled slightly, but every word was clear, "I'll stay. From now on, I'll do whatever you say."

Zhou Cheng did not respond to her kiss, but simply looked at her quietly.

This woman understands how to make choices better than he thought.

Yeah.

A well-behaved toy is much easier to manage than a toy full of fantasies.