Chapter 399 - 241: Would you like to come in and sit? - Maximize Interest, My Money Grows Infinitely - NovelsTime

Maximize Interest, My Money Grows Infinitely

Chapter 399 - 241: Would you like to come in and sit?

Author: Flint Red
updatedAt: 2025-07-12

CHAPTER 399: CHAPTER 241: WOULD YOU LIKE TO COME IN AND SIT?

Meng Wanning’s hands were ice-cold.

But the hands before her were broad and warm.

"I..."

Meng Wanning wanted to agree but hesitated.

Chen Cheng did not rush her, only waiting patiently for her answer.

He knew that for Meng Wanning, this decision was not an easy one.

She needed time, and courage.

By the banks of the Nanming River, a gentle breeze blew, lifting the wisps of hair on Meng Wanning’s forehead.

She looked at the man before her, the man who made her heart flutter.

Mature and composed, successful in his career, yet surrounded by many outstanding women—his virtues and flaws combined made him a difficult choice.

"I’ll give you time."

Chen Cheng smiled and was about to withdraw his hand, but the next second, he felt a trembling coldness.

"Why won’t you just wait for me a little longer!"

Meng Wanning’s urgent voice rang in Chen Cheng’s ear, with a tremble, a hint of panic, and a grievance she hadn’t even noticed herself.

This sudden retort stopped Chen Cheng’s withdrawing hand in mid-air.

He stared blankly at Meng Wanning, who was tightly gripping his hand, at her fingernails that had turned white from the grip, and at the faint redness of her eyes from tension. Chen Cheng understood that this young woman had made up her mind.

"Why won’t you wait for me, just one more second? I am already thinking about it."

"Wan Wan..."

Chen Cheng turned his hand around to hold her ice-cold little hand, "Why wouldn’t I wait for you? I only..."

He paused, "I only don’t want to pressure you, I want you to think it over carefully because..."

"I have thought it through!"

Meng Wanning didn’t let Chen Cheng finish speaking and interrupted him with a firm and urgent tone, as if afraid he would change his mind the next second.

"I may be a coward, but I like you and want to be with you, even if... even if there are other women around you..."

Her voice was lost to the night wind by her ear, but those eyes, brimming with tears, continued to convey her feelings.

The love that cannot be suppressed is true love. Love is never supposed to be rational; if a person is constantly clear-headed and restrained, it’s not love, but rather a calculated decision based on pros and cons.

"Nobody has ever treated me like you do. I’m just a little hesitant, a bit indecisive."

Meng Wanning continued to express her feelings,

"I know your world is wonderful and complex. I am a simple person; when I like someone, I just like them!"

She bit her lip, "You are known as Brother Cheng to them, Mr. Chen to others, but to me, you are the Chen Cheng who brought me the sunflower seeds below the stage!"

Meng Wanning was timid, but her confession was bold.

So much so that the heartbreaking tears followed the end of her sentence, rolling down her thin cheeks, melting into the night of Qianzhou.

Chen Cheng was deeply touched.

He slowly reached out to wipe the tears from Meng Wanning’s cheeks.

Those tears, scalding hot, like magma, burning Chen Cheng’s skin and even more so, his heart.

How long had it been since he saw a woman shed tears for him?

Those women around him were shrewd, charming, or assertive, but none of them were like Meng Wanning, willing to compromise without asking for anything in return.

"Why cry?" Chen Cheng took a deep breath.

Meng Wanning sniffled, tried to say something but choked up, unable to speak.

All she could do was grip Chen Cheng’s hand tighter, afraid he would pull away again.

"I know I have many flaws, I don’t understand romance, and can’t give you passionate love."

Chen Cheng looked into her eyes and said word by word, "But I won’t lie to you."

"I know."

Meng Wanning finally regained her voice, looked up with tearful eyes at Chen Cheng, "I have never doubted your sincerity."

"Then what are you still worried about?" Chen Cheng asked.

Meng Wanning bit her lip, as if making a certain decision, "I just... just don’t know how to face them."

Chen Cheng suddenly understood.

Indeed, Meng Wanning did not owe him, she didn’t need to compromise like Xia Yubing, nor did she have to exhibit her Hundred Flowers Award-winning performance in front of Xiao Meier.

She is who she is, a white lotus blooming in a materialistic world.

"You don’t have to face them." Chen Cheng replied, "You are you, you are Meng Wanning."

Meng Wanning was slightly taken aback; she had thought of countless responses Chen Cheng might have given, but she had never expected him to say this.

Not face them? How could she not face them?

Understanding the doubt in her heart, Chen Cheng softly explained with a smile, "What I mean is, you don’t have to change yourself to fit my life. You just be happy, leave the rest to me."

Meng Wanning saw Chen Cheng’s responsibility once more and nodded emphatically.

"So can you let go now?"

Chen Cheng asked with a smile.

Only then did Meng Wanning realize she was still holding onto Chen Cheng’s hand and quickly let go.

But she saw on the back of his broad hand several nail imprints she had left.

"Does it... does it hurt? I didn’t mean to." Meng Wanning frantically tried to examine the marks on Chen Cheng’s hand back but was pulled into his embrace.

"Ah~"

"How could it hurt when it was you who gripped it?"

Chen Cheng’s voice sounded above her head, Meng Wanning heard his heartbeat, felt the warmth from his body, and her anxious heart gradually settled down.

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