Chen Cheng was taken aback; that was actually a good question.

He thought about it seriously: Qiao Jingjing, Anna, Zhu Zhe, Lucy, Ye Zhenzhen, Guan Juer, Andy, Zou Yu, Jiang Nansun, Zhu Suosuo, Zhu Shanshan, Xiao Ye, Ding Jianguo, Li Na, Qin Shi, Han Su, He Zhinan, Sun Xin, Sun Xiang, Deng Xiaoqi, Qiao Xichen, Dada, Xu Qin...

And there were also Eleven, Xing Lu, Ming Zhen, Wang Manni, Zhong Xiaoqin, Qiu Yingying...

There were also a few who couldn't be seen in the light, whom the women at home didn't know about: Fan Shengmei, Fang Sijin, Dai Xi, Pei Yin, Tian Xiaohui, Xu Yan. (I shouldn't have missed anyone, right?)

If we don't count Shen Jing who has already left, and add Gu Jia who is right in front of me, that makes...

Holy crap!

Chen Cheng's own mouth twitched. Damn it, thirty-seven!!!!

Damn, that is a bit outrageous.

No!

Something's wrong!

A certain branch manager of the Universal Bank has over thirty mistresses; he certainly can't be worse than a branch manager.

Pfft, comparing myself to him is pointless, it's beneath me.

After a good while, Chen Cheng smacked his lips, "Just about a dozen or so."

Hmm, even with Chen Cheng's thick, wall-like skin, he felt a bit embarrassed.

He decided to just exclude those who didn't live on Huaihai Road for the time being.

"Pfft~"

Gu Jia spat a mouthful of toothpaste foam onto the vanity mirror.

Her pupils dilated, and she looked at Chen Cheng with an expression like she had seen a ghost.

"Aren't you afraid... of dying in bed?"

Chen Cheng shrugged and looked at Gu Jia with a grin, "Do I look like the kind of person who would die in bed?"

Gu Jia's cheek twitched instantly; this rascal certainly had the capital to back it up.

It was only because time was tight today; otherwise, she was certain that she would have been the one to die on the bed today.

"Even so, you shouldn't be so... indulgent."

"You're just young now; when you get old..."

Before Gu Jia could finish, Chen Cheng had already wrapped his arms around her willow waist and rubbed his face against hers.

"Yo, are you already starting to worry about your husband's health?"

"Who..." Gu Jia's pretty face flushed, and she hurriedly denied it, "Who's worried about you?"

"Hmm?"

Halfway through her sentence, Gu Jia realized the trap in his words, pushed Chen Cheng away, and warned him sternly:

"What husband? Don't talk nonsense~"

Chen Cheng chuckled and didn't continue teasing her.

He took a hairdryer from the cabinet and started drying her hair.

Watching him being so incredibly gentle, Gu Jia's heart was trembling.

It was like this last time in this room too; extreme gentleness after extreme madness.

Gu Jia suddenly felt a bit dazed; with so many women, had this man ever truly cared for any of them?

"You have so many women, do you love them?"

"Love?" Chen Cheng was suddenly stunned; he really hadn't thought about this word seriously.

After pondering for a few seconds, Chen Cheng slowly replied: "Some I love, some I can't say I don't love."

As he spoke, he smiled, "After all, some are girlfriends I'm seeing seriously, some are lovers, and some are... kept canaries."

"Kept?" Gu Jia murmured.

"Hmm~ Otherwise, why do you think so many women are so devoted to me?"

"Aren't you worried they are sleeping with you while dreaming of someone else? They are with you, but in their hearts, they are thinking of other men?"

Chen Cheng chuckled and blew into her ear, "Isn't that even more exciting?"

"You!" Gu Jia's face turned beet red; wasn't he secretly implying her?

"Pfft, pervert!"

Chen Cheng bumped into her, "Besides, I have confidence in myself."

Gu Jia's long, straight legs suddenly went rigid, and she swallowed audibly.

After a long silence, Chen Cheng chuckled, "Alright, since you don't want a divorce."

"Then let's just focus on the physical without the emotional, trading intensity for sounds is also quite nice."

Bringing up this topic, Gu Jia didn't even have the energy to scold Chen Cheng for his lewd words; she fell into silence.

Ten minutes later, after drying her hair, Chen Cheng led Gu Jia straight into the walk-in closet.

"These bags, jewelry, and watches, feel free to use them; they are all yours."

"Mine?" Gu Jia froze instantly; there were at least eighty or a hundred bags in this room, all top-tier luxury brands.

There were also thirty or forty watches in the display case, Cartier, Vacheron Constantin, Patek Philippe, all sorts of top-tier brands were included.

Chen Cheng just nodded indifferently, "Yes, yours. You've already used them, could I really give them to other women?"

"That wouldn't be respectful to them."

Gu Jia hurriedly explained, "No, I only borrowed two bags; I haven't touched the others."

Chen Cheng's lips curled up slightly, he reached out and pinched the corner of her mouth, smiling: "I didn't set any conditions for you, why are you so nervous?"

"My point is, everything here, not just the bags, but the watches, jewelry, etc., you can use them as you please."

"From now on, consider this room your exclusive walk-in closet."

"Consider it compensation from me."

"I am the fairest person."

"Since you chose to focus on the physical without the emotional, I naturally have to compensate you in other ways."

Gu Jia pondered for a moment, understanding Chen Cheng's mindset a little, parted her red lips, and replied, "Okay!"

After reaching a consensus, Gu Jia changed back into the dress she had arrived in, and Chen Cheng also changed his clothes.

Before leaving the room, Gu Jia looked at the messy bed, tidied up the room again, threw the sheets and duvet covers into the washing machine, clicked the window shut, and only then let out a sigh of relief as she exited the room.

Chen Cheng watched her carefully "cleaning up the crime scene," holding back a laugh.

The sheets and duvet covers were one thing; they were indeed easy for Zhong Xiaoqin to see.

But opening the window was completely unnecessary; the room had central air conditioning and fresh air ventilation.

Gu Jia was just feeling guilty.