Sorcerer: I want to be an Academic Prodigy - Chapter 22 - Testing and Old Haunts

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!

Nicole d'Armand never expected to walk into her apartment and find her fiancé *bleep*-deep in another woman's lady bits. What's a girl to do?Well, after obliterating an 18th-century Meissen vase, delivering a punch that would make a heavyweight boxer proud, and embarking on a night of raucous drinking, Nicole figures she might as well embrace the chaos.But when alcohol and pheromones collide, her wild night spins into something unexpected... Like a ride on the Logan Everett express.Which, naturally, leads to a whirlwind of its own: She's his fated mate. Because of course she is.And he rejects her. Because of course he does.Now embroiled in a mystery bigger than her post-breakup hangover, Nicole finds herself the prime suspect in a murder she didn't commit—no matter how tempting the thought might have been. And the only person who believes her innocence? The same guy who shot down the idea of being her fated mate.Great. Just what she needed: her love life is a crime scene, and the man stupid enough to let her go is holding her freedom in his hands.

Okay, so I know I applied to become a caretaker, but I didn't sign up for having to experience all these crazy things! I'm just a simple guy!

In the business world, legend has it that he’s cold-blooded and ruthless. Yet at home, he dotes on his beloved wife to the bones.

‘Why am I married to this demon?’ After accidentally provoking a certain demon, she becomes his possession. From then on, she is forced into a shameless, wanton life…

“Mr. Pei, is there anything that you’re dissatisfied with Mrs. Pei about?” a reporter asks.

Mr. Pei’s dark eyes narrows. ‘The only thing I’m not satisfied with…’

Mr. Pei answers brazenly, “Lasting for only five minutes after charging for two hours.”

Mrs. Pei’s cheeks instantly turn red and she curses inwardly, ‘This darn perv!’

The reporter asks again, “What about you, Mrs. Pei?”

Gritting her teeth, Mrs Pei replies, “Lasting for two hours after charging for only five minutes!”

That night, Mr. Pei smiles wickedly after lasting four hours. “Are you satisfied now?”