Super Rich: Enjoying the Happiness of the Wealthy After Divorce

Since accepting the three-piece gift set worth 50,000 yuan, Tang Duo's attitude towards Zhou Cheng has undergone a complete 180-degree change.

She went from being a somewhat reserved cousin to Zhou Cheng's number one fan and wingman.

Whenever Zhou Cheng was home, she would call him "brother-in-law" this and "brother-in-law" that, serving him tea and water, being extremely attentive.

"Brother-in-law, try the tea I brewed for you. I learned how to make it especially from my uncle!"

"Brother-in-law, are you tired from work? Shall I give you a shoulder massage?"

Whenever Zhou Cheng wasn't around, she would nag in Tang Xinyi's ear.

"Sis, let me tell you, I did my homework on the new computer today, and it was lightning fast! All my classmates are so envious! It's all thanks to my husband!"

"Sis, have you noticed? Even though your husband looks serious, he's incredibly thoughtful. Yesterday at dinner, he remembered that Auntie doesn't eat spicy food, so he specially picked out your favorite shrimp for you. You absolutely can't let such a good man slip away!"

Tang Xinyi was driven crazy by her nagging, but when she heard these words, the corners of her mouth would always unconsciously turn up.

Li Xiumei treated Zhou Cheng like a prospective son-in-law. She somehow found out what Zhou Cheng liked and cooked him a variety of delicious meals every day, practically taking care of all his meals.

"Jay Chou, it must be inconvenient for you to eat out all by yourself. Don't eat out anymore, come to my house! I'll cook for you every day!"

Tang Xinyi was completely overwhelmed by the mother and daughter's coordinated flattery. Her initial defenses crumbled unknowingly in the lively atmosphere of the house.

The atmosphere between her and Zhou Cheng became increasingly delicate.

On Monday evening, Tang Xinyi had just finished her day's work and walked out of the TV station building.

The black Cullinan was already waiting quietly at the entrance.

When her colleagues saw the car, they all smiled knowingly and waved to her from afar, their eyes full of envy and gossip.

"Xinyi, your boyfriend is here to pick you up again? How lucky!"

"Master Tang, when are you inviting us to your wedding banquet?"

Tang Xinyi's cheeks flushed slightly. She didn't respond to her colleagues' teasing, but quickly walked to the car, opened the door, and got in.

"Have you been waiting long?" she asked while fastening her seatbelt.

"No, I just arrived." Zhou Cheng started the car.

The car drove smoothly through the evening rush hour traffic. Tang Xinyi looked at the street scene rushing past the window, but her mind was far from calm.

She found that she seemed to have gotten used to Zhou Cheng's pick-up and drop-off, used to her colleagues' good-natured teasing, and even... started to enjoy it a little.

She stole a glance at the man beside her. He was focused on driving, his fingers, with their distinct knuckles, resting lightly on the steering wheel. The streetlights cast flickering shadows on his sharply defined profile through the car window.

Tang Xinyi's heartbeat quickened for no apparent reason.

She quickly looked away, pretending to look out the window.

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

The same place as last time.

Zhou Cheng parked the car in a secluded corner and turned off the engine. The car fell silent instantly, with only the sound of each other breathing audible.

"Aren't you going home for dinner today?" Tang Xinyi asked softly.

"Your mother made soup today and told us to come back later, saying it needs to simmer a little longer to develop its flavor," Zhou Cheng said.

Tang Xinyi: "..."

She knew that her mother had now completely sided with Zhou Cheng.

"Let's get out and walk around." Zhou Cheng unbuckled his seatbelt.

Tang Xinyi hesitated for a moment, but still got off the bus.

The night breeze carried a slight chill, ruffling her long hair. The two walked side by side on the deserted path, the city lights in the distance reflected in the river.

No one spoke; the atmosphere was quiet, but not awkward.

As Zhou Cheng walked, he suddenly stopped.

Tang Xinyi also stopped, looking at him with some confusion.

Zhou Cheng didn't speak, but simply turned to face her. He was very tall, and Tang Xinyi had to tilt her head slightly to see his face. His eyes were dark in the night, and he just stared at her quietly, as if trying to draw her in.

Tang Xinyi felt a little flustered under his gaze and subconsciously tried to avoid his eyes.

Just then, Zhou Cheng reached out his hand.

His movements were slow, but very determined.

Tang Xinyi's heart jumped into her throat. She thought he was going to do something, and her body stiffened.

However, his hand simply and naturally grasped her hand that was hanging at her side.

His palms were large and warm, with a thin layer of calluses, enveloping her slightly cold fingers. The touch was unfamiliar, but his palms were steady and warm, making it impossible for her to refuse.

Tang Xinyi's body trembled, and a current surged from their clasped hands, instantly coursing through her entire body.

Her mind went blank with a "buzz".

She wanted to pull her hand back, but her body wouldn't obey. Or rather, she didn't want to pull it back at all.

From the night he saved her, to how he dealt with President Wang for her, and then to how he won over her family with a million-dollar gift and meticulous care... this man has intervened in every aspect of her life, firmly holding everything in his hands.

She can't run away, and she doesn't want to run away anymore.

She stood there stiffly, letting him hold her hand, her heart pounding wildly in her chest, her cheeks burning. She dared not look at him, staring intently at her toes, feeling as if she were about to stop breathing.

Zhou Cheng didn't make any further moves, he just quietly held her hand and felt the slight trembling in her palm.

After a long silence, he finally spoke in a low voice: "Let's go, Auntie must be getting impatient."

After saying that, he took her hand and turned to walk towards the parking lot.

Tang Xinyi was led forward step by step by him like a puppet. Her hands were always wrapped in his warm palms, which made her feel unreal, but also inexplicably at ease.

She knew that from the moment he took her hand, everything was different.

Their relationship was now settled.

Back in the car, Zhou Cheng started the engine, one hand on the steering wheel, the other still not letting go of her hand.

He just naturally led her home, hand in hand the whole way.

When the car stopped downstairs at the familiar building, Tang Xinyi looked at the two people's tightly clasped hands, feeling both nervous and secretly expectant.

In a little while, I'll be facing my parents in this manner.