Maximize Interest, My Money Grows Infinitely-Chapter 261 - 190: Stealing a Kiss from Him Holding Her_2

Chapter 261: Chapter 190: Stealing a Kiss from Him Holding Her_2

He hesitated for a moment, then seemed to understand something, a meaningful smile curling up at the corner of his mouth.

Liu Zhiya didn’t notice the exchange of glances between the two, assuming her sister was just shy, so she joked with a smile, "Sis, you’re not expecting Brother Cheng to help you wipe it off, are you?"

Liu Zhiying’s cheeks instantly turned crimson, and she glared at her sister in reproach, "What nonsense are you talking about!"

"I’m not talking nonsense," Liu Zhiya teased, but the next second, she seemed to understand something.

"Look, look, Brother Cheng is laughing!"

Chen Cheng coughed lightly, concealing the smile on his lips, "Did I laugh?"

Liu Zhiying also said, "Xiao Ya, it’s clearly your mind running wild."

Liu Zhiya, watching how the two played off each other, became even more certain of her speculation.

"Fine, fine, it’s me thinking too much, you two are pure and nothing happened!"

Liu Zhiying, embarrassed by her sister’s teasing, glared at her reproachfully.

But Chen Cheng said, "If you say that your sister and I are pure, that’s not quite accurate."

"Brother Cheng!" Liu Zhiying’s face reddened even more than a duck’s skin when roasted.

Liu Zhiya stared with her mouth agape in surprise, "Sis, Brother Cheng, when did you two..."

Liu Zhiying, overwhelmed with shame, wished she could find a hole to crawl into. She wanted to explain but didn’t know where to start, so she looked at Chen Cheng helplessly.

Chen Cheng’s nostrils flared slightly, as he stretched out both his left and right hands towards the two of them.

The two sisters stared blankly at Chen Cheng’s outstretched hands, not realizing what he meant.

Chen Cheng, seeing their shy and expectant, even slightly fearful gazes, curled his lips upwards, "Give me your hands."

Liu Zhiying was the first to react. Though shy, she tenderly placed her hand in Chen Cheng’s.

Liu Zhiya followed suit, obediently placing hers as well.

Chen Cheng’s thumbs caressed both hands, nearly identical but with slightly different textures, then he slowly said,

"Xiao Ying, that’s good. Xiao Ya, you’re well-behaved, too."

He paused, "For me, Chen Cheng, to have this fortune, it’s truly a blessing of three lifetimes."

Chen Cheng looked at Liu Zhiying, his gaze tender and deep, "I will keep my promise."

Liu Zhiying nodded slightly, her eyes already reddening.

He then turned to look at Liu Zhiya, "I won’t go back on what I promised you, either."

Liu Zhiya’s chin quivered slightly, struggling to hold back her tears.

Chen Cheng released their hands, cupping both of their identical faces seriously, "I will be good to you."

"Brother Cheng."

"Brother Cheng!"

Liu Zhiya, being more extroverted, threw herself into Chen Cheng’s arms, not leaving even a tiny space for Liu Zhiying.

"I know! I know!" she cried out in excitement, "I believe in you!"

Chen Cheng gently patted her back, "This is a happy occasion, why are you crying..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Liu Zhiying quietly approached Chen Cheng, and on Liu Zhiya’s trembling shoulder, she closed her eyes and secretly kissed the man she loved.

...

...

At three o’clock in the afternoon.

Chen Cheng arrived at the disinfection room to prepare to see Jin Baogen.

A mask, face shield, gloves, disposable isolation suit, he tied the cuffs and collar tight, and finally put on a pair of blue shoe covers.

After the disinfection was complete, led by the nurse, he finally arrived at Jin Baogen’s bedside.

In the hospital ward, the cold metal and plastic, filled with the distinctive smell of hospital disinfectant.

The air buzzed with the sound of machinery, and the occasional alarm, making Chen Cheng feel oppressed.

Jin Baogen was lying on the hospital bed.

It was somewhat bearable to see him through the window last night.

But now, seeing Jin Baogen lying on the bed up close, covered in tubes with the respirator emitting regular breathing sounds, Chen Cheng’s heart sank deeply.

Chen Cheng saw those eyes, which had seen countless people, move slightly, and he quickly grabbed Jin Baogen’s hand. Although through gloves, it still felt ice-cold.

"Mr. Jin, it’s me, Xiao Cheng!" Chen Cheng whispered beside him.

The hand that Chen Cheng was holding tensed for a second or two, and his eyes slowly opened.

Chen Cheng wasn’t sure if Jin Baogen could recognize him right now, but he still said, "Mr. Jin, there’s nothing wrong with your body! It’s just a minor surgery; we’ll be discharged from the hospital in a few days."

Jin Baogen blinked twice, his mouth seemed to be saying something silently, but due to the respirator, he could only produce a faint "hoo hoo" sound, and couldn’t be understood.

Chen Cheng leaned in closer, watching Jin Baogen’s expressions carefully, trying to comprehend what he wanted to say.

"Mr. Jin, what do you want to say? I’m here." Chen Cheng gripped his hand tightly, trying to give him strength.

Jin Baogen blinked again, and his hand gently strained toward the side, as if he was pointing something out to Chen Cheng.

Seeing that Chen Cheng didn’t get the message, Jin Baogen tilted his head slightly, looking earnestly toward a cabinet beside him.

Only then did Chen Cheng realize what he meant, and he let go of his hand, pointing at the cabinet, "Open it?"

Jin Baogen blinked in response, affirming his guess.

Chen Cheng opened the cabinet, which contained some of Jin Baogen’s personal items, like a cellphone, watch, wallet, and so on.

And that old-fashioned briefcase was also inside.

Chen Cheng took it out, "Mr. Jin, is this what you want?"

Jin Baogen blinked twice more.

Chen Cheng opened the briefcase, inside he found the bond issuance contract that he had seen twice before, as well as a tender document.

Comparing the two, Chen Cheng came to understand the general process of the bond issuance’s front end.

It turned out that the municipal investment companies Jin Baogen went to were not monopolized by him alone; instead, he had to bid against others like him.

And this time, the project for the bonds was the Lingnan Highway.

Chen Cheng hadn’t expected that Jin Baogen was still thinking about his promise even now, and his respect for the old man deepened.

He only took the bond issuance contract in hand, put the tender document back into the briefcase, and then placed it back in the cabinet.

"Mr. Jin, I’ll take this with me, okay?"

Jin Baogen nodded with difficulty.

Chen Cheng carefully put away the bond issuance contract, then held Jin Baogen’s hand again, softly saying, "Mr. Jin, don’t worry, I will follow your rules and complete this project."

Jin Baogen blinked vigorously, his mouth under the respiratory mask trying its best to show his usual smile.

"Rest well then, I’ll take care of everything outside."

When Chen Cheng walked out of the hospital room, he looked back at Jin Baogen one more time.

Jin Baogen watched the retreating figure of Chen Cheng, knowing that Chen Cheng wouldn’t let him down.

After leaving the hospital, Chen Cheng returned to his car, looking at the document in his hand.

According to the rules, this bond issue would be handled by Zhang Zhenchao from Daofu Asset Management.

Chen Cheng took out his phone, located the number, and made the call.

The phone was answered quickly, and Zhang Zhenchao eagerly said, "Mr. Chen, I’ve been longing for this call, like waiting for the stars and the moon!"

Indeed, Jin Baogen’s sudden absence would cause instability in the vast bond market.

Everybody didn’t know where he was and whether they could still secure their share of the pie.

Chen Cheng steadied his mind, "Mr. Zhang, are you free to talk?"

"Yes, absolutely!" Zhang Zhenchao sounded very pleased, "Should I come to you or should I find a place?"

"You pick, just send me the location."

"Alright, see you in a bit."

Chen Cheng hung up the phone, and then sent a message to Xiao Meier, "I won’t be home for dinner tonight."

Xiao Meier was still practicing driving, so she didn’t reply right away.

Chen Cheng’s fingers lightly tapped on the steering wheel, and he glanced at the clock on the dashboard; it was almost four o’clock.

"Eh? It’s Thursday today!"

He suddenly remembered something.

Before he started the real talk with Zhang Zhenchao, he also wanted to find out exactly what Meng Wanning’s story was.

So Chen Cheng smoothly turned the steering wheel and drove out of the parking lot, heading to the coffee shop that Meng Wanning would surely check into today.