After divorcing my celebrity wife, I became the world's richest person

Chen Yu and Tong Ya had booked their tickets last minute, and thus only managed to secure seats in economy class.

Just as they found their seats and sat down, a woman wearing sunglasses and a face mask, with a large suitcase in tow, stumbled her way over to them.

However, the suitcase was so big, and the woman's slight frame couldn't manage to heave it into the overhead compartment.

Chen Yu simply glanced over and stood up, effortlessly placing the suitcase above.

But as soon as he sat back down, he noticed the woman standing next to him, staring blankly, motionless.

"Miss, is there something else?"

The woman's breathing became hurried, and she inadvertently took off her sunglasses and mask.

A familiar face suddenly appeared in front of Chen Yu.

Chen Yu was slightly startled, smiled, and nodded his head in greeting before sitting back down.

Tong Ya, possibly feeling a bit unwell from breakfast, felt somewhat dizzy and leaned against Chen Yu.

"Husband, my head is aching a little, rub it for me, will you?"

Chen Yu held Tong Ya in his arms, lifted his fingers to her temples, and gently started to massage.

Fang Yuan tried to steady her breathing and sat down next to Chen Yu in a very unnatural manner.

She hadn't expected Chen Yu to be on the same flight, let alone sitting right next to her seat.

Her heart, already in turmoil, felt unexpectedly agitated at that moment.

During this period, all the news from Chen Yu's store had been funneling into her hands, and she was still harboring grudges over Chen Yu shutting down her milk tea shop in Suzhou City.

What made her feel most unbalanced, and even somewhat jealous, was Tong Ya, lying in Chen Yu's embrace.

This outstanding man should have been hers.

Just as she calmed her breathing and was about to speak to Chen Yu, a flight attendant approached them politely.

"Mr. Chen Yu, Miss Tong Ya, Mr. Bai Qiu has just upgraded you both to first class, if you'd please follow me to the front."

Chen Yu nodded, then pulled Tong Ya to her feet and followed the attendant.

Fang Yuan clenched her fist, took a deep breath, and suddenly slapped herself.

"What am I doing? To think I was about to talk to him, isn't that just asking for humiliation?"

Without reason, Fang Yuan murmured to herself and then lay down, closing her eyes.

The flight was rather high-end, with first class divided into several VIP compartments.

Bai Qiu and Du Bing had booked an entire compartment for themselves.

Inside, all the facilities were complete, including a sofa bed.

"Mr. Chen, please forgive my presumption, but my chest still hurts terribly, and I will need your assistance once more."

Chen Yu didn't say much, just stepped forward and took Bai Qiu's pulse.

"Actually, at your age, it's normal for various bodily functions to decline. All that's needed is a good adjustment of the heart."

As he spoke, Chen Yu took pen and paper and began writing out a prescription.

The twelve-hour flight was smooth, and by six in the evening, they had safely arrived at Frankfurt Airport.

After greeting Bai Qiu, Chen Yu took Tong Ya and got into a taxi that was waiting at road's side.

Soon, they arrived at the hotel they had booked in advance.

Beneath the hotel, there was a world-famous bridal shop, which was precisely why Chen Yu had chosen this hotel.

After placing their luggage in the hotel and freshening up a bit, the couple went into the bridal shop together.

"Good evening, do you two have an appointment?" the attendant at the door asked with a polite face.

However, there was a hint of disdain in the smile on the waiter's face, as if questioning whether Chen Yu could afford a wedding dress from the store.

Although Chen Yu couldn't understand what the waiter was saying, he could read the expression on his face.

Tong Ya's face turned somber as she took out a purple-gold card from her person.

"Do you think we need an appointment?"

The waiter's eyes widened suddenly, and his expression changed to one of respect.

"Please come in, this way!"

Chen Yu had not expected Tong Ya to speak German so fluently and that she was a VIP of this shop.

As soon as the couple entered, they headed straight to the handcrafted wedding dress section.

"Honey, what do you think of this wedding dress?" Tong Ya stood behind a low-cut wedding dress and flashed a cute smile.

Chen Yu shook his head, "There are too many feathers at the chest, and the diamonds on the side are too dazzling, it seems quite gaudy without substance."

Tong Ya pouted, "I don't really like it either."

After browsing the entire handcrafted wedding dress area, Tong Ya couldn't help but frown.

"Waiter, don't you have any better wedding dresses here?"

Several waiters hurriedly came over.

"Sorry, miss, the best wedding dresses in the store are basically here, and all of these dresses are designed by the master Lopeta."

Tong Ya looked back at the dresses.

"Lopeta? Has she gotten too old, her design inspiration failing to keep up with the times? Why are the designs so ostentatious?"

No sooner had she spoken than the door of the nearby compartment burst open, and a woman in her fifties with a furious face walked out.

"What do you mean? How dare you call my wedding dress designs ostentatious."

Tong Ya sized up the woman in front of her, "Yes! After all, a wedding dress is a garment, the ultimate pursuit should be comfort, along with a perfect silhouette."

"Yet in your designs, there's an excessive use of diamonds and even gold threads, pretty to look at but otherwise useless."

Pelota, one of the most famous wedding dress designers in Europe, was today criticized to her face by a girl in her twenties, which made her furious.

"Young lady, who are you? What gives you the right to lecture me?"

Tong Ya did not answer but hopped over to Chen Yu's side.

"Honey, it seems there's no wedding dress here suitable for me, we've come to the wrong place."

Although Chen Yu hadn't fully understood the conversation between Tong Ya and Pelota, from Pelota's expression, it was clear Tong Ya had given her a piece of her mind.

Chen Yu didn't ask any questions but simply smiled and started leading Tong Ya towards the exit.

"Hold on, since you look down so much on my designs, why don't you design one yourself!"

"If the wedding dress you design surpasses all the work here, I will transfer all my honors to you."

Tong Ya paused in her steps, "If I design it, can you make it here?"

"Of course!" Pelota assured.

Tong Ya said nothing more, simply took out a neatly folded sheet of drawing paper and handed it over.

On it was the design for a wedding dress.

When Pelota saw the design, her eyes widened in shock.

It was a new wedding dress that combined classical Eastern charm with the spirit of Western freedom.

Just by looking at the design in her hands, Pelota felt it was astonishing.

If it could be created, it would be truly extraordinary!