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

Meng Wanning's naive voice warmed Chen Cheng's heart.


"You've also been busy all day, aren't you tired?"


Meng Wanning shook her head, "Taking care of you, I don't feel tired."


The two returned to the room, and Meng Wanning immediately got busy, boiling water, preparing towels, while Chen Cheng sat on the sofa, his lips curved into a smile.


The once famous actress, now cooking and washing for him, this feeling made him cherish the person in front of him even more.


When the water was ready, Meng Wanning carefully poured the hot water into the basin, tested the temperature, then crouched down to remove Chen Cheng's shoes and socks.


"Maybe I should do it myself," Chen Cheng said, looking at those delicate hands with a sense of heartache.


Meng Wanning looked up at him with a sweet smile, "I like taking care of you like this."


She placed Chen Cheng's feet into the warm water, gently rubbing them.


"Master, is the water temperature okay?" she looked up and asked with concern.


Chapter 268: Will You Come Back to the Country with Me?