Maximize Interest, My Money Grows Infinitely-Chapter 268 - 192: You Smell of Perfume_3

"Then the matter fermented, and for sure some sharp-eyed people recognized her resemblance to the female protagonist in those online photos and videos."

Chen Cheng continued, "At that point, the girl realized she had been sold out."

Wen Shulin took over, "So, she pinned it on Zhang Puhua?"

Half a second later, she added, "That doesn’t make sense either! With the situation blown up to this extent, why would she still agree to go out and shoot with him?" fɾēewebnσveℓ.com

"Because of money, I guess." Chen Cheng speculated once again.

For the high and mighty Wen Shulin, she could understand selling one’s body because of money.

But she couldn’t understand, despite becoming sworn enemies and the affair being public knowledge, why they still remained tied together.

"I don’t quite get it."

"Have you seen the video of her father filing the complaint?" Chen Cheng asked.

Wen Shulin recalled, "I have, just a very ordinary person."

"An ordinary girl from an ordinary family, quite pretty, entering this industry and encountering a boss like Zhang Puhua, what do you think she could do?"

Chen Cheng countered.

Wen Shulin pursed her lips, and Chen Cheng continued, "How much does an intern earn? Isn’t this a quicker way to make money? As long as they agree on the division ratio, I think they could come to terms, right?"

Wen Shulin nodded slightly, then stared straight at him.

"What is it?"

"Quite pretty? You looked closely?" Wen Shulin asked.

Chen Cheng gave a sheepish smile, "When I’m seeking clues, I need to speculate repeatedly and inspect closely!"

"Humph!"

Wen Shulin fiddled with her shirt’s buttons, "Pretty, right?"

"You are far more beautiful," Chen Cheng said with a smile. "So, about this 588 entrance fee, can Chairman Wen reimburse it?"

Wen Shulin was amused by Chen Cheng’s cheekiness, and she gently punched Chen Cheng.

"Am I also giving you money?" she asked.

Chen Cheng replied, "I can’t be the one giving you money! That would change the nature of our relationship."

"I hope you haven’t guessed wrong this time."

Chen Cheng smiled, "I think I’m not wrong."

Wen Shulin took a deep breath and held Chen Cheng’s hand, "Thank you."

"Is that all?"

"Then..." Wen Shulin had her own plans as well, and said sincerely, "Would you let me keep you company tonight?"

Chen Cheng, looking into her passionate eyes, still chose reason over impulse, "Shulin, you know, it’s probably not possible."

Wen Shulin masked her disappointment with a laugh, "Look at you, just teasing you, why are you taking it seriously!"

She tidied her hair, "Take me home."

After speaking, she rolled down the car window and waved outside.

Chen Cheng also got dressed, and Wen Shulin turned her head and said, "There is the smell of perfume on you, take care of it, don’t let Xiao Er smell it."

"Got it, it’s prepared in the car."

Chen Donghai got into the car, and Chen Cheng asked, "Where are you heading?"

"CGG, let’s resolve this matter tonight."

Their fingers interlocked tightly, Wen Shulin leaned on Chen Cheng’s shoulder, watching the reverse street scenes from the window, letting tonight’s breeze carry away her yearnings.

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...

Houhai, in front of the courtyard house.

Xiao Meier looked toward the dimly lit alleyway, just as she did at the Big Willow Tree, waiting for Chen Cheng’s return.

When she saw Da Lao appear, she eagerly stood up.

"Mr. Chen, Xiao Er is waiting for you at the door," Chen Donghai reminded.

Chen Cheng had prepared himself, twisting the cap back on the Moutai, "Okay."

As the car came to a steady stop, Xiao Meier approached the front of the car.

Chen Donghai unfastened his seatbelt and quickly opened the rear car door for Chen Cheng.

A strong smell of alcohol hit Xiao Meier, and she frowned, voicing her concern, "Why did you drink so much again!"

Chen Cheng staggered down, looking at Xiao Meier’s slightly angry face with a drunken gaze.

"Wife! I’m back!"

He held Xiao Meier’s face and planted a strong kiss:

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"There are people here!"

Xiao Meier pushed on his chest, while Chen Cheng, overacting, stumbled a few steps backward.

Chen Donghai, quick to react, quickly supported him, saying, "Xiao Er, Mr. Chen is in a happy mood today, drank a few extra glasses."

Xiao Meier looked at Chen Cheng hanging his head, "Xiao Hai, give me a hand, help get him inside."

"Sure, Xiao Er."

After getting Chen Cheng to bed in the bedroom, Chen Donghai mentioned, "Xiao Er, if there’s nothing else, I’ll head off now."

"Alright, thank you."

"You’re welcome."

Once he left, Xiao Meier, hands on her hips, looked at the lying Chen Cheng, "Really can’t do anything about you!"

Xiao Meier said, her tone carrying slight reprimand yet failing to mask her concern for Chen Cheng.

"This isn’t the way to drink; your health is important!" She bent down to undress Chen Cheng.

Chen Cheng heard everything clear as day, with his eyes closed, a victorious smile appeared on his lips.

While Xiao Meier was removing his jacket, she muttered, "You tell me, can’t you drink less? You had to get yourself this drunk before coming back..."

Her words had just finished when she felt her hand grasped by Chen Cheng, startling her.

"Wife..."

Chen Cheng murmured, his voice hoarse and heavy with the smell of alcohol, yet unexpectedly gentle, "Don’t be mad, okay?"

Xiao Meier’s heart softened immediately, she sighed and clasped Chen Cheng’s hand in return, chiding, "Who’s mad at you? I’m just worried about you."

"My wife is the best,"

Chen Cheng spoke, trying hard to open his eyes, but his eyelids felt as heavy as if weighed down, barely managing a slit and hazily looking at Xiao Meier,

"Both virtuous and beautiful."

Watching Chen Cheng’s state, Xiao Meier was both annoyed and amused, "I don’t believe your drunk babble."