Flint Red

For Chen Cheng, thirty means interest—the interest rate.
From 3,000, to 100,000, to a million, to ten million, and then to over a hundred million...
An ever-increasing amount of principal, an endless stream of interest.
With money generating money, compounded interest calculations made Chen Cheng exclaim:
This money can't be spent! Absolutely can't be spent! For a lifetime, I can't finish spending it!

Maximize Interest, My Money Grows Infinitely

Tong Jialu also lifted her head, her gaze hazily fixated on him before her, and asked hoarsely:


"Brother Cheng, are you satisfied now?"


Chen Cheng felt a weight lifted off his shoulders, looking down at her by his feet, a satisfied curve crept onto the corner of his lips.


He leaned over, pinching Tong Jialu's sweet yet slightly pained face.


Tong Jialu was naturally naive and romantic, yet she knew how to savor this unique experience that oscillated between heaven and hell, such contrast had Chen Cheng utterly fascinated.


His thumb gently brushed across her smudged red lips, "You truly are a treasure."


Tong Jialu obediently closed her eyes, fully immersing herself in this moment of intimacy.


"Shall we take a bath?" Chen Cheng asked.


The bathroom once again filled with thick steam.


Amidst the mist, Tong Jialu reached out again, hooking her arm around Chen Cheng's neck, softly pulling him toward herself...


Chapter 80: The Red Plum Blossom Blooming in the Snow