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

From inside the quilt came an extremely soft whimpering sound.


Soon after, the corner of the white quilt was lifted slightly.


Tong Jialu's eyes, adorned with starry contact lenses, peeked out, her delicate face still tinged with a honey color due to labored breathing.


Chen Cheng slowly opened his eyes, gazing at her slightly pouted cherry-red lips and fluffy long hair, a smile unconsciously spreading across his lips.


Tong Jialu, like a slippery loach, slid from the end of Chen Cheng's feet to rest on his chest.


Her left hand drew circles on Chen Cheng's chest, her fingers slender and graceful, each motion tingling like electric shock.


Chen Cheng lightly pinched her cute, straight nose, "How can I rest when you do this?"


Tong Jialu flipped over, lying on his sturdy body.


Chen Cheng felt a soft and tender assault.


The sliding touch of silk and the warmth of fingertips were incredibly cozy.


Chapter 132: Mr. Chen is Surrounded by Beauties