Super Rich: Enjoying the Happiness of the Wealthy After Divorce

Zhou Cheng drove away.

The red Ferrari vanished in an instant, but the commotion it caused lingered in front of the TV station.

The station director bowed and scraped as he escorted Tang Xinyi into the building, his respectful attitude making her feel extremely uncomfortable.

Her colleagues started looking at her differently.

In the past, those eyes held admiration, jealousy, and a sense of distance, as if they didn't want to cause trouble.

Now, all that's left is awe and fawning, and some people's eyes looking at her as if they want to extract something from her.

As soon as Tang Xinyi entered the office, the previously noisy space immediately quieted down. Several colleagues wanted to come up and talk to her, but they didn't dare, and could only smile and nod at her from afar.

She said nothing and walked straight back to her seat, feeling like an exhibit, completely uncomfortable.

"Sister Xinyi, you're back!"

A young intern, the only girl in the station who dared to get close to her, named Xiaoya, walked over with a cup of coffee.

"Xinyi, you look so beautiful in this dress today! You have such a great presence!" Xiaoya's eyes lit up as she stared at Tang Xinyi's Chanel dress.

Tang Xinyi tugged at the corners of her mouth, forming an ugly arc.

"I just wore something," she mumbled.

"It's not just something I threw on!" Xiaoya, a fashion enthusiast, knew all about luxury brands. She leaned closer, lowered her voice, and said mysteriously, "Xinyi, this is Chanel's newest design this year! I've seen it in magazines; it's called the Starry Night collection, and it's sold out in stores all over China!"

Tang Xinyi's heart skipped a beat.

"Really? I don't know much about these things," she said, forcing herself to speak.

"Oh, you're still pretending with me!" Xiaoya looked enviously at the small double-C logo on the neckline of her dress. "I checked, this dress costs 23,800 yuan at the department store! Xinyi, your boyfriend is so good to you!"

"Twenty thousand... thirty thousand eight?"

Tang Xinyi's voice sounded a little unsteady.

She thought it was just an ordinary dress costing a few thousand yuan, which Zhou Cheng had bought casually to compensate her for her dirty business suit.

But she never expected it to be so expensive!

More than 20,000 yuan!

That's almost a month's salary for her!

She looked down at the dress she was wearing; the smooth fabric felt incredibly itchy.

"Yeah!" Xiaoya, completely oblivious to her strange behavior, continued chattering, "To buy this dress, money alone isn't enough; you have to be a top-tier VIP! Xinyi, who's your boyfriend? He's amazing! Is he that handsome guy who drove you home in the Ferrari?"

The little girl's gossip-loving spirit was burning brightly.

Tang Xinyi's mind went blank for a moment, and she couldn't think of anything.

She remembered the neatly folded clothes that Zhou Cheng had sent over last night, and the words, "The size was purchased according to the size of your old clothes."

He not only knew her size, but also casually bought her a dress that cost over 20,000 yuan.

compensate?

This is hardly compensation!

What is this?

Was it payment for saving her last night? Or was it an investment that felt more like charity, something she couldn't accept?

Her face burned, an indescribable sense of shame rising from the soles of her feet to the top of her head. Her pride in her independence and aloofness seemed utterly ridiculous in the face of this dress.

No!

She can't accept it!

She couldn't afford to owe this favor!

"Xiaoya, I'm not feeling well and would like to ask for leave." Tang Xinyi suddenly stood up and grabbed her bag.

"Oh? Xinyi, are you alright? Do you want me to go to the hospital with you?"

"No need, I'll just go home and rest."

She practically fled the office, ignoring the concerned and curious looks from her colleagues behind her. She even forgot to say goodbye to the station manager and ran straight out of the television station.

Standing by the roadside, she took out her phone, her hand trembling slightly, and found Zhou Cheng's number.

She didn't know when Zhou Cheng had saved this number in her phone.

The phone rang for a long time before being answered.

"Feed?" Zhou Cheng's calm voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Mr. Zhou... Mr. Zhou," Tang Xinyi began, only to realize how hoarse her voice was, "I... I want to see you."

"What's up?"

"I...I want to return this dress I'm wearing to you," she said, forcing herself to speak.

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone.

"Where are you?"

"At the entrance of the TV station."

"Wait for me there."

After saying that, the phone was hung up.

Tang Xinyi stood by the roadside, holding her phone, her heart pounding. She didn't know how to face Zhou Cheng later, or what attitude to use to refuse this "kindness."

Less than ten minutes later, the red Ferrari quietly pulled up in front of her.

The car window rolled down, revealing Zhou Cheng's expressionless face.

"Get in the car."

Tang Xinyi hesitated for a moment, then opened the car door and got in.

The atmosphere inside the car was stuffy, and she felt a little short of breath.

"Mr. Jay Chou, this dress is too expensive, I can't accept it." She put her bag on her lap, lowered her head, and didn't dare to look at him.

"Why can't we accept it?" Zhou Cheng asked casually as he drove.

"This...this is inappropriate. I'm already very grateful that you saved me last night, I can't accept such an expensive gift from you."

"Valuable?" Zhou Cheng chuckled lightly. "It's just a piece of clothing."

He spoke so casually, as if the clothes weren't worth much at all.

Tang Xinyi's lips moved as if she wanted to say, "This dress costs over 20,000 yuan," but she swallowed the words back.

She knew that this number might really mean nothing to him.

But for her, it meant something completely different.

"In short, I can't accept it." Her attitude was firm. "Please find a place to stop, and I'll change my clothes and return them to you."

Zhou Cheng didn't say anything, he just focused on driving.

The car didn't stop; instead, it drove onto a road leading to the suburbs.

"Where are you taking me?" Tang Xinyi became wary.

"Didn't you need to change your clothes? I'll take you to a convenient place to change."

The Ferrari finally stopped in front of a rather private-looking clubhouse. She recognized it; it was Riverside Mansion. She had gotten drunk here last night.

Zhou Cheng led her directly into a private suite.

"Change," he said, pointing to the bathroom. "I've already had your old clothes thrown away. There are new ones here."

As he spoke, he took a set of clothes out of a bag.

It wasn't a luxury brand; it was just a very ordinary casual outfit.

Tang Xinyi looked at him, her mind a jumble of thoughts.

She went into the bathroom, closed the door, and leaned against the cold door panel, her legs feeling a little weak.

She knew that she probably wouldn't be able to take off this dress today.

She slowly took off the Chanel dress, folded it neatly, and then changed into the ordinary clothes Zhou Cheng had given her.

When she went out and handed the black dress to Zhou Cheng, he didn't take it.

"Wear it."

"No!"

"Tang Xinyi," Zhou Cheng looked at her calmly, "last night's events must have been frightening for you. Consider this dress my apology. Besides, your clothes were lost by my people, so isn't it only right that I replace them with a new one?"

His reasoning left her speechless.

"Don't make me feel like I owe you something," he added as a final remark.

These words shut down all of Tang Xinyi's thoughts.

She looked at him, unable to utter a single "no".

She could only silently put the dress back into her bag, feeling a tightness in her chest.

She knew that from this moment on, it would be impossible for her and him to sever their ties.

What she owes him is more than just a favor.

……

Meanwhile, in a dark and damp basement in Jiangcheng.

Mr. Wang huddled in a corner, staring at the news on his phone about his company's bankruptcy and liquidation, his eyes bloodshot.

He had been kicked out of his home, all his bank cards were frozen, and overnight, he had fallen from grace.

An entertainment news article popped up on my phone screen.

The headline reads: [Tang Xinyi, a leading lady at Jiangcheng TV, is suspected of being in a relationship; her mysterious boyfriend is seen picking her up in a sports car worth millions!]

The accompanying photo is of Tang Xinyi getting out of that red Ferrari this morning. In the photo, she is wearing a black dress, radiant, and completely out of place in the gloomy surroundings.

Mr. Wang stared intently at the photo.

He looked at Tang Xinyi's aloof face in the photo, and then thought of his own current wretched state.

A surge of hatred welled up from the bottom of his heart.

On what grounds?

Why is she still able to live such a glamorous life?

How can she enjoy wealth and luxury with a clear conscience after ruining everything I've had?

It's all because of her!

If it weren't for her, I wouldn't have offended that guy surnamed Zhou!

If it weren't for her, my company wouldn't have gone bankrupt!

"Tang Xinyi..."

He gritted his teeth and squeezed out the name, one word at a time.

He picked up an empty wine bottle next to him and smashed it against the wall with all his might!

"Bang!"

Glass shards flew everywhere.

Ignoring everything else, he picked up a sharp shard of glass and gripped it tightly in his hand.

The glass pierced his palm, and blood flowed down between his fingers, but he felt no pain at all.

He looked at the blood on his palm, a hideous smile tugging at his face, making him look like a madman.

"You just wait..."

"If I'm not having a good time, you won't be either!"

"I will make you pay the price!"