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

Chen Cheng had not expected Meng Wanning to come.


But seeing the insulated food container she was carrying, it seemed he guessed the reason.


Meng Wanning looked at Wen Shulin again, only to feel that this elder sister figure before her was less amiable and enthusiastic than Xiao Meier, radiating a cold and unapproachable beauty.


Especially those penetrating eyes, which gave her an inexplicable sense of pressure.


"Could it be that he is also fond of this type?"


Meng Wanning pondered secretly in her heart, but did not show it and continued to maintain an elegant smile.


Wen Shulin also sized up this young woman who had interrupted her.


Unlike the familiar Liu Zhiya, even though there was not much difference in their ages, Meng Wanning seemed completely untouched by worldly desires, more like an innocent flower.


"Such a worldly detached lady, she likes Chen Cheng, too?"


Chapter 198: Three Women Under One Roof