From now on, I'll only get richer and richer.
The best thing about the dream come true system is that even if my startup crashes, every second of passive income is my safety net.
In other words, even if I go bankrupt and my bank balance hits zero,
Jiang Cheng still won't panic.
After all, right now I'm earning three yuan every single second.
That's 10,800 yuan an hour, 259,200 yuan a day.
A monthly salary of 7.776 million.
So for Jiang Cheng, all he has to do is wait for the next month to roll around and he'll have the capital to start another venture.
Therefore, the famous online saying—'Don't fear the rich-kid who parties hard; fear the rich-kid who burns with ambition'—doesn't apply to him.
Because no matter how recklessly he spends, the system will always have his back.
Although Jiang Cheng hasn't chosen to lie flat and live off the system's salary,
if he had to manage all that property, assets, and corporate equity himself, he'd drop dead from exhaustion.
The whole point of financial freedom is not having to work.
So he absolutely needs people around him who are 100% trustworthy to run those companies and assets.
Only then can he enjoy life without worries.
Qiao Yinyin hugged Jiang Cheng tightly, then excitedly pressed her lips to his.
She had originally planned not to tell Jiang Cheng her birthday was coming up.
She'd never had a birthday habit, not since childhood.
But she never expected Jiang Cheng to prepare such a huge surprise for her.
Qiao Yinyin couldn't describe what she was feeling—only that her heart was so full it needed to spill over.
Ten minutes later, Qiao Yinyin's face flushed as she straightened the clothes over her chest.
She stole a shy glance around and, seeing only the two of them on the deck, finally relaxed.
Hooking her arms around Jiang Cheng's neck again, she coyly asked, "Aren't you afraid someone might see us?"
"See what?" Jiang Cheng replied, hands already moving once more.
"Oh stop it, you're so bad. I'll never understand you guys—why do you have to use your hands?"
Jiang Cheng chuckled. "Why do we drink when we're thirsty? Why does Ultraman beat up little monsters? Why do we eat when we're hungry? Likewise, when a man kisses, his hands move—it's instinct."
Qiao Yinyin's brain stalled at his twisted logic; she couldn't find a comeback. "Put that way, I've got nothing to refute."
After a few bashful hmphs, she asked, "Wasn't Lijing International Apartments supposed to be super expensive?"
Jiang Cheng didn't deny it.
Wang Congcong had told him the price when he bought it.
He'd picked a premium hotel-style flat for Qiao Yinyin—top-tier service and décor.
"Eighty thousand yuan per square meter."
Qiao Yinyin wasn't particularly shocked.
Lijing International was near their campus; she knew it wasn't cheap.
Nestled in Jiang Cheng's arms, she gazed at the huge screen on the opposite bank showing photos and "Happy Birthday."
She had no idea how to repay his kindness.
All she could do was say, touched, "Thank you, Jiang Cheng."
Jiang Cheng ruffled her hair. "If you really want to thank me, how about you take the wheel tonight?"
Qiao Yinyin shot him a shy look. "All right, I'll try to drive… a bit longer."
The two of them dined on a candle-lit dinner aboard the yacht, river breeze brushing past.
Qiao Yinyin's long black hair streamed behind her; her gentle profile broke into a blissful smile as she leaned against Jiang Cheng and snapped countless photos.
Afterwards she sweetly shared them with him.
But being sensible, she never mentioned posting them on WeChat Moments.
Jiang Cheng appreciated that—after all, he prided himself on being a good man.
And good men don't show up in Moments posts.
With the reward in hand, Jiang Cheng was in an excellent mood.
Five minutes later Qiao Yinyin said softly, "Hubby, can you stop touching? I didn't bring a change of clothes."
Jiang Cheng coughed. "Ahem, couldn't help myself—bear with me."
Qiao Yinyin rolled her eyes helplessly. "Then let's go test the mattress we bought today?"
Qiao Yinyin checked: the flat's interior space was actually 180 square meters.
In Shanghai, that was already huge.
In the past she wouldn't have dared dream of owning a home in Shanghai—yet now she did.
Seeing the flirtatious look in her eyes, Jiang Cheng flashed a wicked grin.
"All right, let's go."
Once the yacht docked, Jiang Cheng drove Qiao Yinyin straight to Lijing International.
After touring the car and the flat, Qiao Yinyin sighed again.
Being rich really is wonderful.
In one afternoon, not only had the furniture they'd bought at noon been installed,
but the rooms had also been scrubbed spotless; bedding and curtains washed and dried.
Compared with her previous nightmare moves, moving in with just her handbag felt amazing.
The 180-square-meter flat was laid out as four bedrooms.
It was a serviced residence with hotel-level management and top-notch amenities.
Downstairs there was a 24-hour dining area, a gym, even concierge service.
Inside, modern décor and floor-to-ceiling windows offered stunning views and nightscapes.
After the tour Jiang Cheng nodded in satisfaction.
He picked up his phone and called Wang Congcong.
The other end picked up quickly.
"Jiang Cheng, how is it? Satisfied?" Loud music thumped behind Wang Congcong.
"Totally satisfied—thanks for today, Brother Wang."
Qiao Yinyin's place had been processed so fast only because of Wang Congcong.
Wang Congcong waved it off. "Come on, between us?"
"All right, dinner's on me the day after tomorrow."
"Deal, it's settled."
After a brief chat they hung up.
Once the call ended,
Qiao Yinyin, true to her word, pulled Jiang Cheng into the master bedroom and switched to autopilot mode.
Whether on flat roads, slopes, or mountain switchbacks, Jiang Cheng never had to take the wheel… The next morning, Jiang Cheng woke to find Qiao Yinyin still asleep.
For once he didn't disturb her; after washing up he put on the clothes she'd washed and dried in the middle of the night.
He had to admit this birthday surprise had been worth every penny.
Before, Qiao Yinyin's attitude had been considerate with a hint of ingratiation.
But now Jiang Cheng could feel her genuine, natural care.
Even after exhausting herself last night, she'd still gotten up to wash his clothes.
If that isn't true love, what is?