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

Standing in the elevator, Wen Shulin checked her appearance on her phone.


Her clothes, though wrinkled, were still buttoned properly.


She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down.


But the moment she closed her eyes, Chen Cheng's face dominated her thoughts.


Though they hadn't interacted much in the car, that brief encounter helped Wen Shulin understand what Xia Yubing meant by "overbearing tenderness."


She leaned against the elevator wall, her lips unconsciously curving into a slight smile.


The elevator reached her floor and the doors opened, snapping Wen Shulin back to reality.


She stepped out of the elevator, carrying with her that fleeting joy, back home.


Su Liya, wearing Wen Shulin's pajamas, rubbed her eyes and walked to the door to greet her.


The mature style seemed out of place on this pale, doll-like figure.


The lace neckline loose, revealing her porcelain white skin.


Chapter 129: The Note in the Wallet