Maximize Interest, My Money Grows Infinitely-Chapter 79 - Pandora’s Suitcase

Chapter 79: Chapter 79: Pandora’s Suitcase

Chapter 79 -79: Pandora’s Suitcase

“She’s a very cautious person, always calling us to meet her at a location she chooses.”

Tong Jialu detailed, “So, she’s never been here.”

She unconsciously glanced at the items placed in front of her, a hint of embarrassment appearing on her face.

While listening, Chen Cheng looked at these blood-pumping objects, “Then you guys…wear them there?”

As soon as Tong Jialu heard that, her head immediately drooped down, almost burying into her chest, shaking her head frantically as if to deny something.

“Put them in that to take there…”

She stretched out her slender finger, pointing to a corner of the cabinet where there were two delicate and small RIMOWA Classic Cabin S suitcases, one black and one silver, looking very high-end.

Chen Cheng’s gaze followed, noticing a simple and unadorned briefcase placed on top of the suitcases, devoid of any pattern or markings.

“What is this?” he curiously picked it up; it was very light, as if empty.

Witnessing this scene, Tong Jialu’s face turned crimson instantly.

She eagerly tried to snatch the briefcase back, but Chen Cheng had already opened it.

The moment the case opened, Chen Cheng felt as though Pandora’s box had been unleashed.

Although he’d never personally used the items inside, he’d seen them in some movies.

Various props in black, red, and gold tones, exuding X-factor, their craftsmanship far beyond what ordinary products in the market could match.

Chen Cheng casually picked up a paddle, weighing it, feeling its heft.

He observed the details on it carefully, exclaiming, “Is this real leather?”

Tong Jialu nodded in confirmation.

“No way, you guys play so elaborately?” Chen Cheng couldn’t help but be shocked.

He had thought little monsters were the limit, but these items made them pale in comparison.

Tong Jialu: “Brother Cheng, you really misunderstood.

This is new, never been used.”

“Never used?”

She nodded emphatically, “It was supposed to be used three days ago, but didn’t you use that 40 million financial product to buy us away from Wen Shulin’s hands…”

She altered the phrasing, “Rescued us, right?

So it was never used.”

Her voice revealed a hint of relief and gratitude by the end.

“Prepared?

Prepared for who?” Chen Cheng caught on to the discrepancy.

Tong Jialu was momentarily stunned, at a loss for words.

“I…”

Chen Cheng eyed the head that couldn’t be lower, “Do you enjoy playing with these?”

Tong Jialu suddenly looked up, her large sparkling eyes fixated intently on Chen Cheng’s brow, “Wen Shulin said I wasn’t as unrestrained as my sister, so wanted to…”

She thought hard about which word to use, but in the end she mimicked Wen Shulin’s tone, using the word “Tuning.”

Upon hearing this, Chen Cheng’s nostrils flared.

He lightly tapped his own hand with the paddle, feeling no pain.

“Brother Cheng, I…”

Tong Jialu bit her lower lip, her gaze falling once more on the opened briefcase.

She picked up the collar and put it around her own neck.

She extended the other end of the chain with both hands towards Chen Cheng, “Brother Cheng, if you…want to try…”

Her voice grew fainter, her eyes increasingly frantic.

The half-unbuttoned white shirt, the tight black collar, the shimmering golden chain, along with her sweet face and stunning figure, were all intensely seductive.

And Chen Cheng understood what Wen Shulin meant by the two most satisfactory works.

Seeing Chen Cheng not reaching out, Tong Jialu slowly knelt down, lifting the chain symbolizing control above her head.

Chen Cheng took a deep breath and took it from her hands.

With just a light tug, Tong Jialu fell seated onto the ground.

She looked up at him, his tall stature emanating an intense masculine scent.

Chen Cheng crouched down, coming face to face with Tong Jialu.

“Give me your hand.”

Tong Jialu obediently extended both hands and spread them in front of Chen Cheng.

Chen Cheng simply tapped her tender palms lightly, yet Tong Jialu’s body trembled violently as if she had been stimulated.

And that tremor seemed to open Pandora’s box deep within Tong Jialu’s heart.

Her palms blushed, and her eyes reddened even more.

But in her heart, there was an indescribable excitement and agitation.

For Chen Cheng, this was a first in his life.

Watching Tong Jialu’s almost tearful demeanor, his heart clenched and he asked, “Does it hurt?”

“Just a little bit…”

Chen Cheng pinched her face and helped her remove the collar.

“Brother Cheng, did I disappoint you?”

Tong Jialu was a bit uneasy.

Chen Cheng smiled, “I don’t have that kind of fetish.

And…”

He sat down on the bench in the middle and gestured for Tong Jialu to come over with a curl of his finger.

Tong Jialu immediately understood Chen Cheng’s intent.

She walked over to him, squatted down again, and naturally placed her wine-red manicured hands on Chen Cheng’s legs.

“Brother Cheng…” Tong Jialu was somewhat embarrassed, but couldn’t resist, and said, “Why don’t you take a shower first?”

Chen Cheng thought of Xia Yubing in the back seat of Da Lao, and noticed the difference between the two sisters.

“They’re really like two different dishes,” he mused.

Ding-dong!

The doorbell rang at that moment.

Both of them instinctively looked towards the door.

Regaining her senses from the daze, Tong Jialu said, “The food delivery is here.”

Chen Cheng got up, held onto her as she headed to the door, “I’ll get it.”

Tong Jialu nodded slightly and watched Chen Cheng’s departing figure.

She then looked at the clothes in the wardrobe, recalling the scene in the parking lot and wanting to unlock the joys of Xia Yubing.

She wanted even more to become the most special woman in Chen Cheng’s heart.

“Brother Cheng should like…”

Tong Jialu’s gaze rapidly scanned the wardrobe, recalling the cheongsam seen at Wanbao Hall, and her sight finally settled.

Chen Cheng placed the food on the table, and while he was still eager, thinking she was not at her convenience, he didn’t add fuel to his fire.

So, he called out towards the end of the corridor, “Dinner’s ready.”

However, Tong Jialu didn’t come out, only replying from the dressing room, “Brother Cheng, can you come here for a moment?”

Chen Cheng went over upon hearing her.

When he saw Tong Jialu again, Cheng Cheng’s eyes were fixed.

The ink-green velvet-printed cheongsam appeared silky smooth, shimmering in the light.

A pair of bead chains draped over her shoulders, more impactful than the slanted white blouse.

The carnelian pendant from Van Cleef & Arpels adorned the deep V neckline.

Intersecting shoulder straps and generous expanses of bare skin created an overlapping charm across her snowy back.

The high slit of the skirt with its fringes accentuated Tong Jialu’s legs, which could only be described as flawless, to their fullest.

But to avoid awkwardness, the T-back that should have been worn underneath had been replaced with a pair of white lace shorts, which also didn’t seem out of place.

Tong Jialu had sparkling eyes, looking at him standing at the doorway, and slowly walked toward Chen Cheng with bare feet.

On the brown wooden floor, her graceful silhouette approached leisurely.

With her every sway, each movement seemed to tread lightly on Chen Cheng’s heart, leaving footprints that made his heart itch.

Chen Cheng’s throat involuntarily moved as he struggled to suppress the urge inside him.

Tong Jialu stopped when she was still three to five steps away from Chen Cheng.

With her head lowered and her heart pounding fiercely, she didn’t dare to look at Chen Cheng and softly asked, “Brother Cheng…

would you prefer to eat dinner first, or to…

eat me?”