Super Rich: Enjoying the Happiness of the Wealthy After Divorce

Inside the room, Tang Xinyi was completely bewildered after hearing her mother's words.

Invite Zhou Cheng home for dinner?

She couldn't even bear to think about that scene.

"Mom, no need, he's very busy, he doesn't have time." She refused through the door.

"You silly child, how do you know he doesn't have time? You didn't even ask!" Li Xiumei persisted from outside the door. "He helped you so much, and we don't even offer him a meal in return? Is that acceptable? People will think the Tang family is so ill-mannered! Don't worry about this. Give me his phone number, I'll talk to him myself!"

"Mom!" Tang Xinyi sat bolt upright in bed. "Don't do anything rash! It's not like what you're thinking. He's my boss!"

"What's wrong with the boss? Can't the boss pursue you? Can't the boss treat you to a meal?" Li Xiumei's logic was powerful. "I don't care, this meal is on! If you're too embarrassed to say it, Mom will say it for you!"

Tang Xinyi knew that continuing to argue with her mother would only cause more trouble.

She was upset and just wanted to get rid of her mother as soon as possible.

"Fine, fine, I understand. I'll talk to him myself, okay?" she reluctantly conceded.

"That's more like it!" Li Xiumei smiled triumphantly from outside the door. "Then hit me now! I'm listening!"

Tang Xinyi: "..."

She felt she had no way out.

Having no other choice, she had to bite the bullet and dial Zhou Cheng's number again.

I answered the phone after it rang twice.

"What's wrong now?" Zhou Cheng's voice was flat.

Tang Xinyi gripped her phone, her palms sweaty. She glanced through the crack in the door and could sense her mother listening intently from outside.

She cleared her throat and said in a natural tone, "Mr. Jay Chou... um, my mom... my mom said she'd like to invite you over for a casual meal to thank you... for saving me last night."

She felt utterly humiliated after saying those words.

Zhou Cheng remained silent on the other end of the phone.

Tang Xinyi's heart was in her throat. She had even thought about how to explain the rejection to her mother.

However, a few seconds later, Zhou Cheng spoke up.

"Sure. When?"

Tang Xinyi was stunned.

He... he actually agreed?

Who is he? Why would he be willing to come to my dilapidated old neighborhood and eat a simple home-cooked meal?

"Is tonight...is it convenient?" she asked instinctively.

"Convenient. Send me the address."

"OK."

After hanging up the phone, Tang Xinyi was still a little dazed.

Li Xiumei, who was outside the door, rushed in excitedly.

"He agreed? He really agreed?"

"Um."

"Oh my god! This is great!" Li Xiumei excitedly spun around twice. "No, no, I have to hurry and go buy groceries! We don't have enough at home! We need to buy some good stuff! Lobster! Abalone! We have to get them all!"

"Mom, there's no need to go to such lengths. Just make some simple home-cooked dishes."

"No way! This is Jay Chou's first time visiting! It has to be the highest level of hospitality!" Li Xiumei hurriedly changed her shoes, picked up the shopping basket, and said, "Your dad will be home from get off work soon, so hurry up and tidy up the house again! Mop the floor again! And change the sofa covers!"

Seeing her mother's overreaction, Tang Xinyi helplessly rubbed her forehead.

The Tang family was completely overwhelmed with work the following afternoon.

Li Xiumei rushed to the largest vegetable market near her community and bought all the most expensive fresh seafood without batting an eye.

Tang Xinyi was instructed to clean the house spotlessly, even wiping the windows so clean that you could see your reflection.

At 5:30 p.m., her father, Tang Jianguo, came home from get off work.

Tang Jianguo is a retired professor from a university in the city. He has been aloof all his life and exudes the seriousness of an intellectual.

As soon as he entered the house, he frowned when he saw how it had been cleaned like a new house and heard the clanging sounds coming from the kitchen.

"What day is it today? Are we having guests over?"

"Yes!" Li Xiumei poked her head out from the kitchen, her face beaming. "Xinyi's... friend is coming over for dinner tonight!"

She emphasized the word "friends" very much.

Tang Jianguo glanced at his daughter, and Tang Xinyi lowered her head guiltily.

"What kind of friend is this, making such a big fuss?" Tang Jianguo put down his briefcase, his tone tinged with displeasure.

"Oh, don't ask so many questions! You'll find out when you see them!"

Just then, the doorbell rang.

Li Xiumei thought it was Zhou Cheng who had arrived, and excitedly ran to open the door.

Standing at the door was Aunt Zhang, our neighbor, followed by a bespectacled young man who looked quite refined.

"Xiumei, are you home?" Aunt Zhang squeezed in with a smile. "I brought my nephew over to familiarize him with the area. He just passed the civil service exam for our city and will be working around here from now on."

As she spoke, she nudged the young man, "Xiao Li, quickly call him Uncle Tang and Aunt Li."

"Hello, Uncle and Auntie." The young man named Xiao Li was very polite.

Aunt Zhang's intentions couldn't be clearer.

Li Xiumei sneered inwardly. If it were before today, she might have been more polite. But now, she didn't even have the interest to glance at that young Li.

A civil servant? How much does he earn a month? Can he afford a Ferrari? Can he casually give away a dress worth over 20,000 yuan?

"Oh, it's Xiao Li. Please come in, please come in." Li Xiumei said politely, but her body blocked the doorway, showing no intention of letting them in. "Unfortunately, we have guests tonight and are busy right now."

Aunt Zhang's expression stiffened for a moment.

Just as the atmosphere became a little awkward, steady footsteps echoed in the hallway.

A figure appeared at the doorway.

Zhou Cheng has arrived.

He was dressed very casually today, wearing a high-quality dark shirt and casual pants, and carrying two ordinary-looking gift boxes.

But as soon as he appeared, the entire narrow corridor seemed to brighten up.

When that civil servant, Xiao Li, stood next to him, he immediately seemed insignificant.

"Mr. Zhou! You've arrived!" Li Xiumei's eyes crinkled into slits with joy when she saw Zhou Cheng. She immediately pushed Aunt Zhang and her son aside and warmly greeted him, "Please come in! Please come in! Oh, you've come all this way, don't bring anything, you're too kind!"

Zhou Cheng nodded politely, his gaze passing over Li Xiumei and landing on Tang Jianguo, who was standing in the living room.

Their gazes met in the air.

Tang Jianguo was also sizing up the young man.

He was indeed handsome, but there was something in his eyes that even this seasoned veteran couldn't see through.

"Dad, Mom, this is... Zhou Cheng," Tang Xinyi introduced, forcing herself to speak.

"Hello, Uncle and Aunt," Zhou Cheng said, his voice neither humble nor arrogant.

Aunt Zhang at the door was completely dumbfounded.

She looked at Zhou Cheng, then at her inferior nephew, her face flushing red and then pale, and she slunk away with Xiao Li.

Li Xiumei welcomed Zhou Cheng into the house, warmly inviting him to sit down and offering him tea and fruit.

Tang Jianguo didn't move; he just stood there with his arms crossed, scrutinizing Zhou Cheng from head to toe with a critical look.

He's lived most of his life and seen all kinds of people.

This young man is no ordinary person.

He wanted to see just who this man was, the one who had his daughter so infatuated and his wife so bewitched.

Zhou Cheng felt his scrutinizing gaze, but he didn't care.

He gently placed the two gift boxes he was carrying on the coffee table.

The gift boxes are simply packaged; one is printed with an antique tea pattern, and the other is a plain wooden box.

"Uncle, Aunt, this is just a small gift, please accept it as a token of our appreciation."

Li Xiumei smiled broadly and reached for it, but Tang Jianguo stopped her with a look.

"Have a seat," Tang Jianguo finally spoke, his tone calm. He gestured to the sofa opposite him. "Young man, what do you do for a living?"

The interrogation had already begun before they even ate.

Tang Xinyi stood to the side, her palms sweating. She knew that the real ordeal tonight was just beginning.