53: Chapter 53 It's so great to be rich!

Those looks from relatives, that gossip behind his back, those bowed backs.

Wang Xiaohu's eyes reddened.

He stubbed out his cigarette, leaned back against the seat, and closed his eyes.

His mind was filled with images.

The image of his father, back hunched, standing at the village entrance waiting for him.

The image of his mother, a few more white hairs on her head, busy in the kitchen.

And just now, the image of Chen Yali and her family of three sitting together, acting so arrogant towards him.

Wang Xiaohu took a deep breath.

Then he smiled.

He smiled until his eyes turned red, smiled until his whole body trembled.

But it wasn't sadness.

It was relief.

The relief of suddenly setting down a heavy burden.

Not getting married anymore.

Not getting married anymore!

The moment that thought exploded in his mind, his entire being relaxed.

Three years.

For three years, he had been like a fool, giving his heart and soul to someone, offering her everything he had.

But what about her?

She never took him seriously at all.

She just treated him like an ATM, a sucker, a soft persimmon that could be squeezed at will.

Wang Xiaohu opened his eyes.

He looked out the window.

The sunlight shone in, landing on his face, feeling warm.

He smiled.

This time, it was a genuine smile.

"If we're not getting married, then we're not."

He muttered to himself.

"Wang Xiaohu, you damn finally woke up."

He started the car, pressed the accelerator, and the grey volkswagen bora merged into the traffic.

He had never felt so relaxed in his heart.

...

Meanwhile.

At the Yuntian International Hotel, in the top-floor couples suite.

Wang Yang stood at the door, swiped his card, and pushed it open.

The curtains in the room were half-drawn, and sunlight shone in from the floor-to-ceiling windows, landing on the soft carpet.

On that huge circular bed, the quilt was messy, clearly having just been slept in.

Su Xincheng was curled up on the sofa, holding her phone and watching a show.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, she looked up.

The moment she saw Wang Yang, her eyes instantly lit up.

"Brother Yang!"

She jumped up from the sofa, ran over barefoot, and threw herself directly into Wang Yang's arms.

Wang Yang was knocked back a step by her impact, and he smiled as he wrapped his arms around her waist.

"Missed me that much?"

Su Xincheng buried her face in his chest and rubbed against it.

"I did, I missed you so much..."

Her voice was soft and sweet, carrying a tone of coquettishness.

Wang Yang looked down at her.

She was wearing a loose nightdress with a slightly low neckline, revealing a stretch of fair collarbone.

Her hair was let down and messy, and she wasn't wearing any makeup, yet she was still pure and beautiful.

He reached out and pinched her cheek.

"Haven't seen you in a few days, did you lose weight?"

Su Xincheng shook her head.

"I didn't lose weight, I just missed you."

Wang Yang smiled.

"You missed me so much that you lost weight?"

Su Xincheng blushed, buried her face back in, and stopped talking.

Wang Yang held her, walked over to the sofa, sat down, and let her sit on his lap.

Su Xincheng wrapped her arms around his neck, looking at him with bright eyes.

Wang Yang looked at her appearance and felt very satisfied.

He lowered his head and gently pecked her lips.

Su Xincheng blushed even more, but she didn't dodge; instead, she leaned in and took the initiative to kiss him.

Wang Yang raised an eyebrow.

"So proactive?"

Su Xincheng said softly.

"I missed you..."

Wang Yang smiled.

He reached out, cupped the back of her head, and deepened the kiss.

Su Xincheng was kissed until she couldn't breathe, her hands gripping his lapels, her whole body softening in his arms.

After a long time, their lips parted.

Both of them were breathing heavily.

Su Xincheng leaned in his arms, her cheeks flushed, her eyes moist.

Wang Yang looked at her and reached out to stroke her hair.

"Have you eaten yet?"

Su Xincheng shook her head.

"No, I was waiting for you..."

Wang Yang smiled.

"Waiting for me? What if I hadn't come today?"

Su Xincheng looked up at him.

"You would have come."

Her tone was very certain.

Wang Yang was stunned for a moment, then laughed.

"Alright, then let's order takeout."

He took out his phone and opened the food delivery app.

"What do you want to eat?"

Su Xincheng leaned over and looked at the screen.

"Anything is fine, you order."

Wang Yang scrolled through and ordered a whole bunch.

Seafood sashimi, grilled lamb chops, lobster pasta, truffle pizza, and two cups of milk tea.

Su Xincheng looked at the pictures, her eyes lighting up.

"So much."

Wang Yang smiled.

"It's not much, it's just right for two people."

...

Forty minutes later, the doorbell rang.

Wang Yang went to open the door, and the delivery guy was standing at the door holding two large bags of things.

Wang Yang took them, said thank you, and closed the door.

He placed the food on the coffee table and opened them one by one.

The seafood sashimi was arranged on a plate—salmon, tuna, and arctic surf clam—looking very exquisite.

The grilled lamb chops were sizzling with oil, and the aroma was drilling straight into their noses.

The lobster pasta was coated in thick sauce, and the truffle pizza was still steaming hot.

Su Xincheng looked at the table and swallowed her saliva.

Wang Yang handed her the milk tea.

"Drink up."

Su Xincheng took the milk tea, took a sip, and her eyes narrowed.

"Delicious."

Wang Yang smiled, picked up the remote, and turned on the TV.

"Let's find a movie to watch."

He randomly picked a recently popular romance film, leaned back on the sofa, and pulled Su Xincheng into his arms.

The two of them just curled up on the sofa like that, eating while watching the movie.

Su Xincheng ate a bite of sashimi, took a sip of milk tea, and occasionally fed Wang Yang a piece.

"Brother Yang, you try this, it's delicious."

She held a piece of salmon to Wang Yang's lips.

Wang Yang opened his mouth to take it and casually pinched her waist.

Su Xincheng's body trembled, and she blushed.

"You, you eat properly."

Wang Yang smiled.

"I am eating properly."

The movie reached the scene where the male and female protagonists confessed their feelings.

Su Xincheng was mesmerized, leaning in his arms without moving.

Wang Yang looked down at her.

She was looking up, her eyes fixed on the screen, her eyelashes very long.

Her lips were slightly parted, and there was a trace of milk tea at the corner of her mouth.

The sunlight shone in from outside the window, landing on her face, her skin white and translucent.

A feeling he couldn't describe suddenly surged in Wang Yang's heart.

This is the feeling of being surrounded by beautiful women.

Every day is fresh, every day is different.

Yesterday was Zhao Yaqin, gentle and intellectual, giving him motherly warmth.

The day before yesterday was Chen Xuemiao, passionate and proactive, giving him the most direct satisfaction.

Now it's Su Xincheng, pure and cute, leaning in his arms like a little bird.

Each one is different, each one is fresh.

Wang Yang smiled.

This is what it means to be a rich person.

Eat what you want, buy what you want, sleep with whoever you want.

Go where you want, live how you want.

No wonder everyone wants to be rich.

It's so good to be rich.

He lowered his head and kissed Su Xincheng on the forehead.

Su Xincheng looked up at him.

"What's wrong?"

Wang Yang smiled.

"Nothing, I just think you're great."

Su Xincheng blushed and buried her face back in his arms.

The movie finished, and the table of food was almost wiped clean.

Su Xincheng leaned in Wang Yang's arms, rubbing her round belly, and sighed contentedly.

"I'm so full."

Wang Yang looked at her.

"Are you full?"

Su Xincheng nodded.

"Mm, full."

Wang Yang smiled.

He leaned into her ear and whispered.

"Then it's time to let Brother Yang eat, right?"