Super Rich: Enjoying the Happiness of the Wealthy After Divorce

Tang Xinyi returned home, locked herself in her room, and her mind was in turmoil.

In the living room, her father, Tang Jianguo, chain-smoked, his back hunched, not uttering a single word. The Go set, worth 880,000 yuan, sat on the coffee table, but he didn't dare glance at it.

Her mother, Li Xiumei, was different.

After the initial shock, Li Xiumei was filled with excitement. She wiped the Go set with a soft towel again and again, then put it back in the wooden box and locked it in the closet in her room.

As for the 88 Green Cake, which was worth 300,000 yuan, she treasured it even more.

The next morning, Li Xiumei got up early, changed into a dress she usually wouldn't wear, wrapped the Pu'er tea cake in an exquisite cloth bag, and put it into her handbag.

"Mom, where are you going?" Tang Xinyi had just gotten up when she saw her mother looking like she was about to go out.

"Oh, I'm going to the activity room to play a few rounds of mahjong with Aunt Zhang and the others." Li Xiumei said with a mysterious smile. "And while I'm at it, I'll bring them some good stuff to try."

Tang Xinyi could tell what she was up to just by looking at her expression, so she could only sigh and ignore it.

The clatter of mahjong tiles echoed in the activity room downstairs in the old residential building.

"Hey, have you heard? Yesterday afternoon, a red sports car drove into our neighborhood and parked downstairs at Old Tang's house!" The speaker was Aunt Zhang, who had been blocked at the door by Li Xiumei yesterday.

"That's right! I saw it clearly. There was a horse logo on the front of the car. My grandson said it's called Ferrari, and it costs several million!" Another Aunt Wang chimed in.

Aunt Zhang curled her lip, her tone laced with sourness: "So what if he has a few million? He's still unemployed, living off his family. My nephew, Xiao Li, he passed the civil service exam properly, a secure job! His future is limitless!"

Just then, Li Xiumei walked in, carrying a bag and beaming with joy.

"Oh, Xiumei's here! You look great today!"

"Yes, people are in high spirits when they have good news." Li Xiumei smiled as she sat down and placed the cloth bag containing tea leaves in the middle of the table.

"Hey, Xiumei, what's in that bag? You're being so mysterious," Aunt Wang asked curiously.

"It's nothing, just some tea a friend gave me," Li Xiumei said modestly, but her hand had already taken out the 88 Green Tea cake and placed it on the table. "We've all been drinking tea for half our lives, so help me take a look and see what I think of this tea?"

Several of her old friends gathered around.

"Pu'er tea, it just looks so-so," Aunt Zhang was the first to speak, wanting to say a few words of disparagement.

"Why is this paper yellowish? It looks quite old."

Just as everyone was discussing this, an old man named Liu, who was usually quiet but whose family owned a tea shop, came over from the activity room. He adjusted his reading glasses, picked up the tea cake, and his hand trembled after just one glance.

"This...this is...88 Green Pancake?" Grandpa Liu's voice changed.

"What '88 Green Pancake'? Old Liu, do you know it?"

Grandpa Liu ignored them and carefully brought the tea cake to his nose to smell it. He then examined the way the cotton paper was wrapped and the marks on it against the light, and he became very excited.

"No mistake! It's definitely '88 Qing! Xiumei! Where did you get this tea cake?!"

Li Xiumei was secretly overjoyed, but pretended not to understand: "It was a gift from a junior, they said it's tea from '88. Old Liu, is this tea very expensive?"

"Expensive?" Old Liu carefully placed the tea cake back on the table, as if afraid of breaking it. "This isn't just expensive; it's an antique! A treasure! Just this one cake, in such good condition, is worth 300,000! At least 300,000! And you can't even buy it if you want to!"

"How...how much? Three hundred thousand?!"

The activity room fell silent.

The clattering of mahjong tiles stopped, and everyone's eyes were fixed on the seemingly ordinary tea cake on the table.

Aunt Zhang's face flushed red and then turned pale. She opened her mouth, but couldn't utter a single word. She had just been boasting that her nephew was a civil servant, but a cake of tea that his boyfriend casually gave her was worth more than her nephew working for ten years without eating or drinking!

How can we even compare them?

Seeing the stunned expressions on everyone's faces, Li Xiumei felt a surge of satisfaction. She slowly put the tea cake back into her bag, smiling as she said, "Oh dear, it's so precious! I was thinking of brewing some for everyone to try, but it seems I can't. This is just a child's token of affection; it's nothing, nothing at all."

They said it was worthless, but they couldn't hide their smugness.

……

Tang Xinyi was completely unaware of what was happening downstairs.

She was restless all day. She had already folded the Chanel dress, which was worth more than 20,000 yuan, and put it in the deepest part of her closet. She didn't want to look at it a second time.

That evening, she received another call from the station, an urgent interview assignment that required her to return immediately.

By the time she finished her work, it was already 11 p.m.

Standing in front of the TV station, the night wind made her a little cold. She opened a ride-hailing app; there were over a hundred people ahead of her in line.

Just as she was about to find a place to sit and wait, a black Cullinan quietly pulled up in front of her.

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

"Get in the car."

"Jay Chou? You... what are you doing here?" Tang Xinyi was stunned.

"Just passing by." Zhou Cheng's reply was brief.

Tang Xinyi hesitated for a moment, but still sat down.

The car was quiet. Zhou Cheng didn't speak, focusing solely on driving. Tang Xinyi sat in the passenger seat, watching the night scenery rushing past the window, her fingers unconsciously twisting together.

"That tea cake... my dad really likes it, thank you." In the end, she spoke first.

"I'm glad Uncle likes it."

"And that chess set..."

"Just keeping Uncle company," Zhou Cheng interrupted her. "You don't need to keep bringing these things up all the time."

His tone was calm, yet it made Tang Xinyi feel a tightness in her chest. She didn't know what to say, so she remained silent.

The car didn't go directly to her house, but instead drove along the riverbank to a quiet riverside park.

Zhou Cheng stopped the car and turned off the engine.

"Shall we get down and walk around?"

Tang Xinyi nodded.

The two walked side by side on the riverside path, the river breeze ruffling her long hair. In the distance, the city lights shone brightly, but beside them, there were only the two of them.

"Still worrying about those gifts?" Zhou Cheng suddenly asked.

"I……"

"Tang Xinyi, you're a smart person." Zhou Cheng stopped and turned to look at her. The streetlights shone from behind him, gilding his silhouette. "I never intended to take back what I gave away. You should think about how you can accept it with a clear conscience."

His gaze was direct, and Tang Xinyi subconsciously avoided his eyes.

"I don't know... what you want to do." Her voice was very low.

"You'll find out what I want to do later," Zhou Cheng said with a smile. "Right now, you just need to watch me."

He reached out and gently lifted her chin, forcing her to look him in the eye.

The moment his warm fingers touched her skin, Tang Xinyi's heart skipped a beat.

She looked into his eyes, which were so close to hers, and in those eyes was her reflection.

Just then, a little boy on a skateboard sped along the side path, shouting, "Make way! Make way!"

Tang Xinyi was startled and instinctively dodged to the side. She was wearing high heels, and her steps faltered, her foot twisted, and she lost her balance. With a cry of surprise, she fell towards the railing beside her.

She didn't crash into the cold railing; instead, she fell into a warm embrace. Zhou Cheng caught her firmly around the waist as she fell.

A faint scent of tobacco mixed with his unique aroma filled her nostrils.

Tang Xinyi's face was pressed against his chest. She could hear his steady, powerful heartbeat, each beat striking her eardrums, making her heart flutter.

Her mind went completely blank.

"Are you alright?" Zhou Cheng's deep voice sounded above her head.

"N-nothing." Tang Xinyi came to her senses, her cheeks flushed red, and she quickly stepped away from his embrace, hurriedly tidying her clothes and hair.

The little boy has already skated far away.

A silence fell between them; the atmosphere had changed somewhat because of this small incident.

"Let's go, I'll take you home." Zhou Cheng acted as if nothing had happened and turned to walk towards the car.

Tang Xinyi followed behind him with her head down, her heart still pounding and her face burning hot.

The car quickly arrived at her building.

"I've arrived, thank you." Tang Xinyi unbuckled her seatbelt and prepared to get out of the car.

She thought he would at least say something polite like "I'll take you up," or something else.

However, Zhou Cheng simply nodded and said, "Okay, get some rest."

Tang Xinyi opened the car door and stood by the roadside. The Cullinan didn't stop at all, smoothly turned around, and quickly merged into the traffic and disappeared.

She stood alone downstairs in the empty building, the night breeze cooling her burning cheeks slightly.

She looked in the direction the car had disappeared, and felt a void in her heart.

This man is always like this.

Just when you think he's about to approach, he backs away. Just when you think you've drawn a clear line, he suddenly reappears.

What exactly is he thinking?

That night, Tang Xinyi suffered from insomnia again.