Quick Transmigration: Hehe, the gluttonous girl is here!

(Bonus chapter is here! There will be bonus chapters from time to time in the future.)

When the two returned home, Jiang Li had just changed into her slippers when her phone vibrated twice.

Zhou Yanchuan sent a message.

"You've worked hard taking care of the family these past few days, so I've transferred 20,000 yuan to you."

Buy whatever you want, and let me know if you need more.

Jiang Li tapped the payment button, looked at the account balance, and smiled until her eyes curved into two crescent moons.

[Honey, 20,000 yuan wouldn't even buy a handbag for a real CEO. Zhou Yanchuan is really stingy.]

Free money is free money, so why not take it?

If he were a little more generous, I could have played the role of a virtuous wife and loving mother for a couple more days.

This money needs to generate more money. System, bring up those stocks you mentioned last night.

Zhou Chiye put the thermos in the kitchen, and when he came out, he caught a glimpse of her smile.

He leaned against the dining table and asked, "What happy thing happened to you, sister?"

"Brother Yanchuan transferred my living expenses to me."

Jiang Li held her phone to her chest, smiling sweetly.

"I plan to keep half and invest the other half in stocks."

The smile on Zhou Chiye's lips faded.

Is it possible for her to be this happy just because her brother has money?

Jiang Li nestled into the sofa with her tablet and opened the trading software.

The system's screening results had already entered her mind, clearly listing the trends, buying ranges, and profit-taking positions of the three short-term potential stocks.

【Bao, all three stocks have been screened by data, and the short-term win rate is over 90%.】

Arrive in batches; don't stock up on a single unit.

"Tongzi, you are now my god of wealth from my half-father's side."

When I make money, I'll buy you the most expensive cat food.

[This system doesn't cater to our appetites, so you might want to stock up on a couple more boxes of the seafood flavor.]

Jiang Li suppressed a laugh, divided the 10,000 yuan into three parts, and checked the purchase range.

The sofa sank down.

Zhou Chiye sat down next to her.

Bu's tall body, radiating scorching heat, pressed against her shoulder without any politeness, forcing Jiang Li to move to the handrail to make way.

He moved closer, his arm pressing against hers:

"You can even trade stocks? That's amazing." He said in a soft, yielding tone.

"I also have pocket money, can I invest with you, sister?"

The minty scent pressed in nearby, making Jiang Li's ears feel a little hot.

She turned her head to look at him: "How much pocket money can a student like you have?"

Investing in stocks is risky; don't come crying to me if you lose money.

Zhou Chiye raised an eyebrow and reached for his phone.

The broad back lines then extend smoothly, revealing a deep and captivating spine groove.

He unlocked the screen and tapped it a few times with his long, slender fingers.

"Give me the payment QR code, sister."

Jiang Li thought he would only take out a few thousand yuan at most, so she brought up the page without thinking much about it.

After Zhou Chiye scanned the code, his phone quickly notified him that the money had been credited to his account.

"Two hundred thousand yuan has been deposited into your account."

Jiang Li stared at the numbers on the screen, almost slipping the tablet from her hand.

"Two hundred thousand?"

She grabbed Zhou Chiye's phone and pressed it down.

"Where did you get so much money?"

Ono, don't scare me. Is this money legitimate?

Zhou Chiye laughed when she stared at him like he was a thief.

He casually flipped through his phone and pulled up transfer records from a few years ago.

"The core software that my company used in its early days was written when I was fifteen years old."

My brother offered me shares, but I didn't accept them.

Later, after the company made money, my brother gave me 200,000 yuan.

I've kept this money here and haven't spent much of it.

After reading the contract, Jiang Li looked at the young and flamboyant face in front of her.

He started writing software at the age of fifteen, and his work was even used as a core program by a startup.

This isn't just a high school boy who can only play basketball.

[Honey, this little wolfhound can even earn his own dog food.]

Jiang Li forcibly suppressed her inner elation and looked at the boy with a stern face:

"Aren't you afraid I'll lose everything? Two hundred thousand is no small sum."

"I believe in my sister."

The tall boy bent down and squeezed closer to her.

He wrapped his strong arms around hers and squeezed himself into her small space.

His profile was close to her shoulder, his beauty mark under his eye, and he looked at people with a look of grievance.

"I won't blame you even if you lose money, as long as you treat me better in the future and don't always treat me like an outsider."

The boy rested his chin on her shoulder, his fluffy black hair brushing against her neck, his voice deep and magnetic.

Jiang Li felt an itch on her neck from his rubbing, and a minty scent filled her nostrils.

But Zhou Chiye was still pretending to be well-behaved.

He held her arm tighter, his voice low and husky:

"I recently developed another piece of software, and I plan to use it to exchange for some company shares with you."

Jiang Li turned her head to look at him.

The boy's extremely dark, puppy-dog eyes were close at hand, focused, passionate, and hiding a hint of crazy possessiveness.

He stared intently at her, the beauty mark at the corner of his eye glowing alluringly red under the light.

"Sister, from now on, you can manage all my money, okay?"

Zhou Chiye's tall frame pressed down on Jiang Li's shoulder.

Her warm, moist breath carried a pleasant, refreshing minty scent that spread gently down her neck.

His broad chest pressed against her shoulder through the fabric, like a large sheepdog eager for praise.

Jiang Li felt half of her body go numb from that low, husky, and sticky question.

She rolled her eyes, put on a stern face, and lectured him.

"Ono, you're so quick to trust people?"

Two hundred thousand is a lot of money.

If you encounter a scammer, they'll drain your savings.

Instead of backing away, Zhou Chiye obediently nestled himself into the sofa recess beside Jiang Li.

His dark, bright eyes were fixed intently on Jiang Li's small face.

"If I'm really scammed out of everything, I'll just stick with my sister."

"My sister can't possibly not give me a bite to eat, can she?"

[Tongzi, this guy is using assets like a leash, trying to force them into my hands.]

[Baby, you know in your heart who he wants to tie down.]

Jiang Li coughed lightly, a blush rising to her cheeks.

Her fingernails gently gripped the hem of her skirt, unable to look into his alluring eyes any longer.

After breakfast, Zhou Chiye stayed by her side like a giant dog, never leaving her side.

Jiang Li sat cross-legged on the sofa looking at the stock market curves, and he sat down next to her.

Their knees kept bumping into each other.

He had a very large frame, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist.

Simply sitting casually confined Jiang Li to a tiny space.

A colorful phone screen lit up with a call request; the contact name was a fellow sports enthusiast.

He didn't even look at it, and casually pressed the button to disconnect.

With slender fingers, they peeled away the bright red skin of the lychee, revealing its plump, white flesh.

He pinched the fruit and held it to Jiang Li's plump, slightly upturned lips.

Jiang Li opened her mouth and took a bite, the sweet juice sticking to the corner of her lips.

Zhou Chiye stared at her bright red lips, his thumb tracing the contours of her lips to wipe away the water droplets.

The fingertips are rough and carry a hot, minty scent.

"Sister, would you like to eat more?" His voice was hoarse.

"No, it's too sweet."

Jiang Li moved aside.

The system was churning wildly in her mind.

[Honey, your body shape is absolutely terrible!]

The muscles on his upper arms are so defined they could be used as a washboard.

Look at the look in his eyes; he looks like he wants to devour you whole, skin and bones.

At 11 a.m., Zhou Chiye got up and went to the kitchen.

Half an hour later, three dishes and a soup were laid out on the table.

The braised pork ribs have a rich, glossy color and are evenly coated with sauce.

The stir-fried broccoli was crisp and green, while the tomato and egg soup had fluffy egg drop soup topped with chopped scallions.

The tall young man, with his back to the light, pulled off his apron, revealing the subtle undulations of his broad back muscles through the fabric.

The smooth and powerful waistline exudes a strong sense of wild hormones.

Jiang Li picked up a piece of pork rib and ate it, her eyes immediately curving into crescents.

"Ono, you've improved so fast! These ribs are so tender and flavorful, they're absolutely delicious."

Zhou Chiye sat down opposite her, his eyes sparkling.

"Being praised by my sister gives me a lot of motivation."

"How about I cook this for my sister every day from now on?"