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

She tilted her head slightly, one hand resting on Chen Cheng's shoulder, the faint scratching from her nails, her narrow eyes shining with a misty light.


Warm breath puffed on Chen Cheng's face, his eyes fixed only on those trembling lashes and gradually approaching red lips.


Wen Shulin's lips curled into a playful smile, her delicate thumb gently caressing Chen Cheng's lips, as if testing his courage.


This sentence was like a bucket of cold water, instantly extinguishing the passion in Wen Shulin's heart.


She abruptly sat up, seated on the nearby chair, her hands tightly clasping her chest, her eyebrows tightly knotted.


Wen Shulin muttered under her breath, clearly very surprised and uneasy about Li Ya's appearance.


Chen Cheng also sat up, pulling a piece of tissue paper and wiping his face where the hydrating fluid remained.


Chapter 140 Uncle is My Superhero