Pursuing Her Best Friend after Confession Failed-Chapter 376 - 163 Research on Water Magic, New Bookmark Sale_3

Li Yuan skimmed through the messages for a while, casually replying to a few from high school classmates and Liu Jia's group before throwing himself into his writing.

*Battle Starry Sky* had already reached 1.2 million words. Based on the lengths of other completed novels, it would need to be over five million words in total. He still had a long way to go; at his current pace, he would be writing for nearly another year. According to the contract he signed with Wangyi Company for the game rights, the book had to be completed as planned, with no fewer than 3 million words.

Of course, he had no intention of rushing a sloppy ending or abandoning the project, even though he was already a billionaire.

Li Yuan opened a stock trading website and glanced at the price of the Bicrown Di stock he had bought a few days ago. It was still soaring, having risen another 40% today. In just under three days, thanks to an investment from the 'God of Stocks,' his shares in Bicrown Di had more than doubled. This netted him a 20 million profit, and the stock was still climbing rapidly.

He glanced at it and quickly lost interest. The market value of stocks was ephemeral; one day you could be a billionaire, and the next, a billionaire in debt. The change could happen in a flash.

He just wanted to ride this tailwind, make a quick profit, and get out. Earning a small goal of one hundred million would be enough. Then he could turn around and invest in Fruit Company stock. He knew that after the iPhone was released, its share price would skyrocket.

Li Yuan chuckled. If I were just trying to make a little extra money, opening a flagship store for Fruit would be a decent option... But such trivial returns didn't interest him.

After getting his first pot of gold from the sports lottery, making money was ridiculously easy with memories from his past life. Once the game he was developing hit the market, he'd find it difficult to spend money as fast as he earned it. It was just as they said in *Tomato Tycoon*: money breeds like rabbits—the more it grows, the more it multiplies, until you simply can't spend it all.

When you have a hundred million in cash, at 2008 interest rates, you could earn two to three million a year from interest alone. With one billion, that becomes thirty to forty million a year. Unless you get a few girlfriends, buy luxury cars and mansions, enjoy lavish meals, and live it up, you simply can't spend it all.

The happiness of the wealthy is something ordinary people can't even imagine. It wasn't until the future, when new media became highly developed and live-streaming on platforms like TikTok and Kuaishou grew popular, that the lavish world of the rich was finally exposed to the public.

Therefore, Li Yuan was very generous with his girlfriends—Zhong Tingyue, Bai Weixi, and Xia Zhijin—hoping that after the inevitable battleground, they would at least remember some of the good things about him. If he had tried to get away with not spending money, for instance by not buying Zhong Tingyue a Porsche 911 or other gifts, her mother likely would have never let him through the door.

Society had always been this realistic. If you have no money or are unwilling to spend it, why should a beautiful girl follow you, let alone be willing to share you with other women and accept you playing the field? True love certainly existed, but it was a rare, mutual devotion. Just try cheating on someone like that and see what happens.

After about half an hour, Li Yuan finished preparing the interview draft. He read it from start to finish and nodded to himself in silent approval. In his previous life, working in the government, he had written plenty of these quasi-official documents. It came naturally to him—much more easily than writing a novel.

It's a bit too polite, lacking in passion and youthful fire.

That makes sense. My mental age is already over thirty. Although I can be childish at times—like when I had just been reborn and faced my first love—I've been through too much. I can no longer write with that kind of youthful passion...

Li Yuan gave it one last look. There were no obvious errors, but it was merely passable. He set it aside and got back to the business of writing. His stockpile of drafts was dwindling. What he wrote each day wasn't enough for his publication schedule, so he had already started dipping into his stockpile of older chapters.

It's true... women only slow down the money-making process. No doubt about it.

In the blink of an eye, it was already around eleven at night.

In her bedroom, Bai Weixi had already washed up. Wearing silk pajamas, she waited until her parents were asleep before tiptoeing into Li Yuan's study. She hugged him from behind and began rubbing his shoulders.

Bai Weixi asked shyly, "Honey, it's so late. Can we rest now?"

Li Yuan flipped his hand over to catch Bai Weixi's, pulling her into his lap. His other hand immediately started to explore as he spoke with a wicked grin, "What's this? So eager to study some new positions with me?"

Bai Weixi's cheeks flushed red. She leaned into his embrace and whispered shyly, "Honey, I haven't seen you in days. I just wanted to hug you."

Li Yuan playfully lifted her chin, staring into her affectionate eyes. "Really? Just a hug? You don't want to do anything else?" he teased.

Bai Weixi gave a soft "mhm" and replied earnestly, "I just want to be with you, hold you, and talk for a bit. Is that not okay?"

Li Yuan laughed heartily. "Of course it's okay! Forget this damn novel. It's time to get down to business."

To have multiple girlfriends at once, a man needs an indestructible constitution, like a perpetual motion machine—you don't just have to last long, you have to recover quickly too. If you don't tend to your own land diligently, it will become barren. Then others might take advantage and sow their seeds, leading to lush green seedlings growing on your turf...

Even though he had just "exchanged a few hands" with Xia Zhijin in the office that afternoon, it was now eleven o'clock at night. He had recovered to his peak condition hours ago.