Super Rich: Enjoying the Happiness of the Wealthy After Divorce

"Full payment, are there any discounts?"

Zhou Cheng's casual remark elicited different reactions from the other two people present.

The experienced female sales manager's professional smile froze for a moment, then her eyes lit up. She'd been in this business for many years and had seen many wealthy people, but it was rare to see someone like Zhou Cheng, facing a price tag of nearly 400 million, still asking such questions.

This shows that this amount of money is nothing to him.

Tang Xinyi's mind went completely blank.

She just stared blankly at the man beside her. She felt her understanding of money being overturned time and time again.

Zhou Cheng ignored their expressions. He simply took Tang Xinyi's hand, led her to the huge floor-to-ceiling window, and gently wrapped his arms around her from behind.

"Do you like it here?" He lowered his head and whispered in her ear.

Outside the window, there was a wide view of the river, the afterglow of the setting sun turning the surface of the river golden. The outline of the city in the distance gradually blurred in the twilight.

"I..." Tang Xinyi opened her mouth, but couldn't say a word.

What could she say?

Saying you don't like it? That's just lying to yourself.

To say she liked it? She felt it was all too unreal, and it scared her a little.

"Your reaction tells me you like it." Zhou Cheng smiled and hugged her tighter. "That's enough."

He turned to the female manager, who had calmed down, and said, "Prepare the contract; I can swipe my card now."

"Okay...okay! Mr. Zhou, please wait a moment!" The female manager's voice was slightly distorted as she quickly took out her walkie-talkie and began contacting the company's legal and financial departments.

"For a client like you, our company can offer the utmost sincerity, rounding down the price to 375 million. In addition, we will also give you a private yacht berth in this community, as well as free property management fees for the next ten years."

In less than half an hour, a thick house purchase contract was delivered to Zhou Cheng.

Zhou Cheng didn't even look at it, and directly signed his name on the last page.

Then, he took out the black gold card and handed it to the finance staff who came over.

When the POS machine printed out that long receipt, Tang Xinyi felt her heart skip a beat.

375 million.

And just like that... it became a house.

The entire transaction was so efficient it left people speechless.

From viewing the property to signing the contract and making payment, the entire process took less than an hour.

When the female manager respectfully handed the property certificate, still smelling of fresh ink, to Zhou Cheng, Tang Xinyi felt it was all too real.

"Mr. Zhou, Ms. Tang, congratulations on becoming the new owners of 'Sky Realm No. 1'. From now on, this is your home."

The female manager and her team tactfully left, leaving only Zhou Cheng and Tang Xinyi in the large villa.

The last rays of the setting sun shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows, bathing the entire living room in a warm golden hue.

Zhou Cheng pulled Tang Xinyi to sit down on the sofa in the living room.

He picked up the property certificate and opened it.

In the "Co-owners of the Property" column, he picked up his pen and wrote the three characters "Tang Xinyi".

Tang Xinyi watched him write his name, each stroke clearly visible.

"you……"

"This is our home, so naturally your name should be on it." Zhou Cheng closed the property certificate and placed it in her hand. "From now on, you are the mistress of this place."

Tang Xinyi held the thin booklet, feeling that it was quite heavy.

The name written on it is a promise, and also a bond.

From this moment on, she and this man are inseparable.

"But...this is too expensive..." Her voice trembled slightly.

"Money is just a number to me." Zhou Cheng cupped her face, making her look at him. "I'm using these numbers to buy you a home where you can feel at ease, and to make you smile only at me from now on. I think it's worth it."

His words shattered Tang Xinyi's last line of defense.

Her eyes welled up with tears, and she threw herself into his arms.

"Zhou Cheng..." she choked out, calling his name.

Zhou Cheng held her tightly, letting her tears soak his chest.

He loved seeing her cry for him, whether it was from emotion or... at other times.

After a while of comforting, Tang Xinyi's emotions gradually calmed down.

"Let me show you our home."

Zhou Cheng took her hand and began to tour the villa, floor by floor.

The basement level is an entertainment area with a private cinema, wine cellar, gym, spa, and everything else you could want.

The first floor consists of a living room, dining room, and open kitchen.

The second floor contains several secondary bedrooms and studies, each with a different style.

When they reached the master bedroom on the third floor, Tang Xinyi stopped in her tracks upon seeing the scene before her.

The entire third floor is a huge suite.

The bedroom, walk-in closet, and master bathroom combined are larger than her old house.

The bedroom features a huge round bed facing a 270-degree curved floor-to-ceiling window, offering panoramic views of the river and the city at night.

The adjacent walk-in closet is so extravagantly decorated that it resembles a boutique, filled with the latest men's and women's clothing, bags, and shoes, organized by brand and season.

"These are..."

"I had Qin Yue prepare it in advance." Zhou Cheng hugged her from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder. "How could my woman's walk-in closet be empty?"

Tang Xinyi looked at the two people embracing in the mirror, her cheeks burning.

Zhou Cheng's hand began to slip under the hem of her clothes, caressing her smooth skin.

"Zhou Cheng...don't..." Tang Xinyi's voice was a little soft.

"This is our home, I can do whatever I want here."

His voice was slightly hoarse as he turned her around and planted a deep kiss on her.

Tang Xinyi's body went limp, and she gave up resisting, letting him do whatever he wanted.

Outside the window, the sky darkened, and the city lights came on.

The atmosphere in the room also changed.

……

After a long while, Tang Xinyi lay weakly on Zhou Cheng's chest, panting.

Looking at the dazzling night view outside the window, she felt that everything was so unreal.

"What are you thinking about?" Zhou Cheng asked, stroking her long, smooth hair.

"I'm wondering if I'm dreaming," Tang Xinyi said softly. "I'm afraid that when I wake up, all of this will be gone."

"This isn't a dream." Zhou Cheng pinched her cheek. "From now on, this will be your life."

He paused, then, as if remembering something, casually said something.

"However, this is only a temporary place to stay. If you don't like the style here, or get tired of it, we can always find another place."

Tang Xinyi: "..."

She had just accepted the figure of 380 million, and this man casually brought up another topic that left her even more at a loss for words.

He said he could change his mansion anytime, even though it was worth nearly 400 million yuan.

How much money does this man actually have?

Just how rich is he?

Tang Xinyi found that she was both afraid of the answer to this question and couldn't help but want to know.