Super Rich: Enjoying the Happiness of the Wealthy After Divorce

When Tang Xinyi was suffering from insomnia, the lights in her living room were always on.

Tang Jianguo sat on the sofa, the ashtray in front of him overflowing with cigarette butts. He had dedicated his life to teaching and nurturing students, prided himself on his integrity, and valued the refined taste and dignity of scholars above all else.

But now, this thing he had held onto his whole life was shattered by two gifts.

Li Xiumei came out of the room and, seeing him like this, couldn't help but say, "Old Tang, why are you doing this? It's a blessing for our family that Chairman Zhou has taken a liking to Xinyi! What's wrong with giving her a few gifts? It shows that he cares about our daughter!"

"Good fortune?" Tang Jianguo sneered, his voice hoarse. "That wasn't a gift, it was a betrothal! It was a buyout! What does he take our daughter for? A commodity with a price tag?"

"What do you mean by 'commodities'? That's so awful!" Li Xiumei snapped. "What era are we living in? If two people are together, and the man is well-off and willing to spend money on the woman, isn't that perfectly natural? Don't cling to your old-fashioned thinking! Besides, those two things add up to over a million yuan. Can you earn that much in your lifetime? Can I earn that much? Can Xinyi earn that much?"

These words made Tang Jianguo's heart clench, and his breathing became heavier.

Yes, he can't earn it. His knowledge and status, which he is so proud of, are worthless in the face of money.

"I don't care!" Tang Jianguo jumped up, pointing to the room where Li Xiumei had locked the gifts. "Tomorrow! You take all those things out and make Xinyi return them! Our Tang family may not be rich, but we're not at the point of selling our daughter!"

"Are you crazy! Go back? How could you say that!" Li Xiumei was also furious. "You're going to go back something worth over a million? Can you even afford to repay that favor? You're pushing Xinyi away!"

"I want her to see this clearly!" Tang Jianguo's eyes were red. "How can she have a good life with someone like this? He can casually give away a million today, and he can casually dump your daughter tomorrow! What will happen to Xinyi then?"

"You..." Li Xiumei was so angry that she couldn't speak.

Just then, Tang Xinyi pushed open the door.

She heard her parents arguing and turned pale.

"Dad, Mom, please stop arguing."

"Xinyi, you've come at the right time!" Tang Jianguo looked at her, his tone firm. "Tomorrow, you'll return those things to that Zhou guy! Tell him our family is not worthy of his attention!"

"dad!"

"If you don't pay me back, then don't acknowledge me as your father!" Tang Jianguo said ruthlessly.

Looking at her father's resolute eyes and then at her mother who was crying with anger, Tang Xinyi felt a tightness in her chest and couldn't breathe.

She returned to her room, picked up her phone, and sent a message to Zhou Cheng with slightly unsteady fingers.

[Jay Chou, I'm sorry to bother you so late. My dad insists I return the gift you gave me. Would it be convenient for me to bring it to you tomorrow?]

She knew it was impolite and ungrateful to do this, but she had no other choice.

After sending the message, she stared intently at her phone screen, her mind in turmoil.

About five minutes later, my phone vibrated.

It was Zhou Cheng's reply, very short, just one sentence.

I never take back what I've given away.

Tang Xinyi's heart sank, and her fingers flew across the keyboard as she typed.

But my dad...

This time, Zhou Cheng called directly.

Tang Xinyi was startled and quickly pressed the answer button.

"Feed?"

"I'll handle things with your father," Zhou Cheng said calmly.

"No! No need! This is a family matter, we can't trouble you any further," Tang Xinyi quickly refused. She couldn't imagine how ugly it would be if Zhou Cheng and her father were to meet face-to-face.

"So how do you want to resolve this?" Zhou Cheng countered, "Give me back the gift?"

"I……"

"Tang Xinyi, I'll say it again, once something is given away, it's given away. If you feel it's too hot to handle, then throw it away."

She threw it away? Something worth over a million yuan, she just threw it away?

Tang Xinyi was speechless after hearing his words.

On the other end of the phone, Zhou Cheng chuckled softly.

"I have an idea for you," he said. "Tell your father tomorrow that those two things are fake."

"Fake?" Tang Xinyi was stunned.

"Just say that I bought that tea cake for fifty yuan from a street stall, and that the Go set was just something a carpenter made for me; it's not worth much. That way, your father will feel better, and you won't have to worry about whether to pay it back."

This idea... sounds like the only solution right now.

"But..." Tang Xinyi still felt uneasy, "What if we get caught..."

"Then tell him that I threw away all the receipts, invoices, and certificates of authenticity for those items. There's no way to verify it now, so he has to believe it whether he wants to or not." Zhou Cheng's tone was casual, as if he were talking about something trivial.

Tang Xinyi was completely speechless.

He blocked all the roads.

She threw away the receipts and invoices, so even if she wanted a refund, she couldn't find anywhere to return them. They said the items were fake, but their real value was something she and her parents had witnessed firsthand.

This man is forcing her, forcing her to accept it.

"Okay, go to sleep early. You have to go to work tomorrow." Zhou Cheng said and hung up the phone.

Tang Xinyi sat blankly on the edge of the bed, holding her phone.

She knew she couldn't possibly repay such a million-dollar gift.

She has incurred this favor, or rather, this "debt," and the debt is only growing.

She then realized that she had no choice at all. He gave her a way out, but in doing so, he made the entanglement between them impossible to sever.

The next morning, Tang Xinyi walked out of her room with dark circles under her eyes.

Tang Jianguo and Li Xiumei were already seated at the dinner table, but the atmosphere was still tense.

"Dad," Tang Xinyi took a breath and, following the words Zhou Cheng had taught her, began, "those two things... are fake."

"Fake?" Tang Jianguo and Li Xiumei looked up at the same time, their faces full of disbelief.

"Well," Tang Xinyi forced herself to continue making things up, "that tea cake, he... he just bought it casually, it only cost a few dozen yuan. That chess set was also a replica, it's worthless. He just didn't want to come empty-handed, so he bought some things to make a show of it."

"Impossible!" Li Xiumei was the first to disbelieve. "Grandpa Liu said it himself, that tea is worth 300,000! And that chess set, you can find its auction price online!"

"That's all a lie!" Tang Xinyi emphasized. "He told me himself that he threw away the receipts and invoices a long time ago, just so we wouldn't believe him! Dad, Mom, please stop arguing about this, okay?"

After she finished speaking, she lowered her head, not daring to look her parents in the eye.

The living room was deathly silent.

Tang Jianguo looked at his daughter, his eyes filled with complex emotions. He knew she was lying. It was a clumsy lie, but he preferred to believe it was true.

Only in this way could he regain a little bit of his pitiful self-esteem.

He slowly sat back on the sofa, waved his hand, and said wearily, "Forget it, let's not talk about this again."

Looking at her husband's expression, then at her daughter, Li Xiumei opened her mouth, but ultimately said nothing more.

The argument at home was temporarily quelled in this self-deceptive way.

But Tang Xinyi knew that this was just the beginning.

The unresolved debt between her and Zhou Cheng has completely entangled her and her family.