I am not just a tycoon

After Ji Ya had cleaned up the wine bottles and table on the balcony, she immediately entered the living room, where at this moment a bedroom door was slightly ajar. Ji Ya inadvertently glanced inside.

But the moment she saw the scene inside, her mouth gaped open wide enough to fit a stone.

Is this...something I should be seeing?

Ji Ya quickly turned her head and headed straight for her own bedroom, meanwhile, her inner thoughts lamenting: What a chaotic household!

Miss Chen even arranged for me to be a "pounding guide." It seems unnecessary, as it's quite obvious Mr. Shen doesn't really need one.

Meanwhile, in the bedroom, Shen Yuan was just savoring his lobster meat.

The flavor was delicious, the aftertaste sweet, and the meat plump and juicy - truly top-tier lobster.

Chen Xinyu, however, had her eyes tightly shut, displaying a mix of enjoyment and a hint of pain. She raised her hand to stop her brother-in-law's intrusion, but his strength was too great.

It wasn't until Chen Xinyu had difficulty breathing that Shen Yuan finally released his mouth, looking at her intently, "Xinyu, you will regret this when you wake up tomorrow."

"Brother-in-law, I won't."

Chen Xinyu, slightly out of breath, shook her head with cheeks flushed, "Because it's all a dream, just a dream, and I'll forget it once I wake up."

"A dream?"

Shen Yuan found it somewhat amusing, no wonder Chen Xinyu was so bold - she was treating the present as a dream.

"So, what else did you dream about?" Shen Yuan curiously asked.

"So many, so many things."

Thinking about it, Chen Xinyu revealed a reminiscent smile.

"Then tell me about them."

"I can't say."

Chen Xinyu's expression became mysterious: "I can't tell anyone about my dreams, especially you, brother-in-law."

"Not telling?"

Shen Yuan increased the pressure in his hand, and the pristine Newtonian fluid suddenly distorted into a myriad of shapes, making Chen Xinyu's expression turn painful immediately.

"Ah..."

Chen Xinyu let out a pained moan, feigning anger, "Brother-in-law, you can't be so forceful."

Shen Yuan slightly lessened his grip, "So will you tell me or not?"

Just as Chen Xinyu was about to refuse, Shen Yuan suddenly increased the pressure again, forcing Chen Xinyu to plead, "I'll tell, I'll tell."

"Then tell me."

Shen Yuan switched from grasping to stroking, repeatedly restoring it to its original shape, yet even so, there were still several bright red finger marks on the white fat.

Chen Xinyu pouted, carefully recalling, and said, "I dreamt about the first time you came to our house, you not only bullied my sister but also ran into my room to bully me."

"Another time, I dreamt that you rushed in while I was bathing... That time you really tormented me badly."

"And another time, sis and you had a fight, then you entered my room, so I purposely left the door a bit open, and you came in... and even covered my mouth, so I couldn't make any noise..."

"..."

Chen Xinyu raised her fist, for each incident, raising a finger, until eventually her whole fist opened into a palm.

"?"

Shen Yuan paused, doubting if he had heard correctly. Was Chen Xinyu dreaming about these odd things every night?

The key thing was that these dreams seemed familiar - Shen Yuan's old computer hard drive seemed to contain similar plots.

And one of them seemed to have happened at Teacher Lih's home...

What one thinks about by day, they dream of by night.

Upon deep reflection, it was terrifying that Chen Xinyu thought about these things every day.

Toward the end, Chen Xinyu's expression became even more blurred, her eyes filled with tenderness: "Brother-in-law, thinking about these dreams makes me so embarrassed, I always end up all wet."

This...

Shen Yuan found it hard to imagine, the usually innocent and naive Chen Xinyu was actually so dirty.

But you're only 18!

Chen Xinyu grabbed Shen Yuan's arm, her expression pleading, "Brother-in-law, can you sleep with me tonight? It's just in a dream anyway."

"I'm afraid that's not possible."

Shen Yuan kindly refused, this girl wasn't quite lucid in her dreams, and Shen Yuan couldn't do something so opportunistically.

It was just a question whether Chen Xinyu would remember tonight's events when she woke up the next day. Shen Yuan was indeed curious.

"Then can you kiss me once before you go?"

Chen Xinyu tugged at Shen Yuan's arm, coquettishly speaking.

"Alright."

Shen Yuan reluctantly compromised and then leaned in with his mouth.

This girl truly was a treasure... not only soft waisted but her mouth was tender and mushy as well.

.....

10 minutes later, Chen Xinyu curled up like a kitten and fell asleep. Shen Yuan covered her with a blanket, turned off the room lights, and then stepped out.

"Whew..."

Shen Yuan breathed a sigh of relief.

Luckily, he had retained a semblance of reason just now, otherwise his niece would really have seen a different side of him.

Even though he could have completely devoured her, such drunken disorder wouldn't be fair to the girl.

What surprised him was how rich the girl's imagination was, conjuring up so many elaborate scenes.

It's like how adolescent boys all have their fantasies, and so do girls.

But it was the first time he knew of a girl fantasizing about him, a sense of achievement far exceeding that of being liked by a girl.

"Since my niece fantasizes about this every day, as a brother-in-law, I'll eventually help you realize these dreams."

Shen Yuan thought to himself, then walked into his master bedroom, pulled out pajamas from his suitcase, and went into the bathroom to shower.

After drying his wet hair, the phone "dinged" with a sound, and Shen Yuan checked it only to see it was a WeChat from Ji Ya.

"Mr. Shen, good night."

Mr. Shen was stunned momentarily. What did "good night" mean?

"I asked you to be a pounding guide and pounding game, not a pounding guide and a tour guide."

Shen Yuan: "I will be waiting for you in the room."

Meanwhile, in bedroom number three, Ji Ya was slightly perplexed upon seeing the WeChat message. Wasn't Mr. Shen in Chen Xinyu's room?

What, do you want both of us together?

Mr. Shen... If I had known it was like this, I wouldn't have come on this trip.

This was beyond Ji Ya's acceptance threshold, so after thinking it over, she replied, "I'm sorry, Mr. Shen, but... I can't accept that."

Shen Yuan: "?"

Ji Ya: "Aren't you already in..."

Shen Yuan, finding the message somewhat amusing, replied, "What are you thinking? I am in the master bedroom."

Ji Ya, startled by the WeChat message, soon blushed deeply, wishing she could slap herself twice.

What am I thinking? How could Mr. Shen be that kind of man?

Five minutes later, Ji Ya tiptoed out of the bedroom, looking around cautiously, afraid of being discovered by the two sisters.

Although Miss Chen already knew... She still felt the nervousness of a guilty conscience.

Is this what Mr. Shen meant by "occasionally fulfilling the duty of a temporary girlfriend"?

Yet Ji Ya felt this was not like a temporary girlfriend; it felt more like sneaking next door to Old Wang's house behind her boyfriend's back.

But then again, this feeling was... strangely exciting.

By now, Shen Yuan had dried his hair and was dressed in pajamas, admiring the night view from the floor-to-ceiling window.

The sound of the waves could be faintly heard, along with the breeze, creating a peaceful atmosphere. The sea surface, gilded by moonlight, added even more charm to the night.

With a soft "creak", Ji Ya gently walked in, then closed the door and locked it. Discover exclusive tales on My Virtual Library Empire

"Mr. Shen..."

Ji Ya bowed slightly but then realized, feeling silly—it wasn't daytime, why bow?

Ah, occupational habits kicking in again.

Shen Yuan turned around, and was slightly taken aback by Ji Ya's dress – she was wearing that particular dress.

This dress was what the technicians at the spa wore, and Ji Ya, along with Su Li, were external staff, usually wearing gray skirts and white shirts.

It was a black evening gown that was form-fitting and highlighted Ji Ya's graceful figure exhaustively.

The lower part of the dress had a high slit design; as Ji Ya timidly moved closer, the dress fluttered slightly, revealing glimpses of her fair, smooth thighs.

It looks like I have gained another private technician.

And this technician, compared to Huihui and Lulu, is trained and certified.

Shen Yuan playfully asked, "Which technician number are you?"

Ji Ya hesitated for a moment, then bent her body to 90 degrees, immediately immersing Shen in the atmosphere of a spa: "Mr. Shen, I am technician number 28, pleased to serve you."

"Can I switch?"

Shen Yuan said jokingly with a smile.

Ji Ya raised her head, biting her lips, thinking to herself that Mr. Shen was really bad.

After a moment of thought, Ji Ya said, "Mr. Shen, I am the best service technician in our store, are you sure you don't want me to serve you?"

"What can you do?" Shen Yuan sat on the bed, tilting his head to look at her.

Ji Ya bit her back molars in embarrassment and said, "I learned soft-style service for you."

"I see, then come on."

"....."

Meanwhile, at Fanghuali.

Zeng Xianyong staggered back to his room, flipping on the living room light, only to find the room seemed much emptier than before.

Not only were there no clothes on the balcony, but there were also no extra items on the coffee table, and even the kitchen seemed unusually tidy.

At first glance, it looked very clean, but a closer look revealed it was clearly different from usual.

"Yuchang, what's going on?"

Zeng Xianyong bellowed, but after calling twice and hearing no reply, he muttered, "This woman, not home this late? Could she have gone to see another man?"

Zeng Xianyong changed clothes, preparing to call Lin Yuchang, but then he saw a document on the dining table.

Zeng Xianyong's eyelid twitched, suddenly feeling uneasy. When he opened it, the words "Divorce Agreement" made his heart sink.

What is this woman playing at?!

"Bang!"

Zeng Xianyong slammed his fist on the table, but immediately winced from the pain.

"Damn it! I provide for you, give you an allowance, didn't make you work, and you lived as a full-time wife, and then you talk about divorce with me?"

Zeng Xianyong cursed while rubbing his reddened fist.

He continued to flip through the document, and when he saw Lin Yuchang demanded not only the house and car but all his savings and custody of the children, he couldn't help but laugh.

"Idiot!"

"A housewife has gone stupid? All the money I worked hard to earn, all to you? Absolutely delusional!"

Zeng Xianyong kept reading, and upon seeing some photos and chat logs, his smile stiffened.

Where did Lin Yuchang get these things?

Zeng Xianyong felt a chill down his spine—he had been fooling around outside, and Lin Yuchang knew all about it and had even collected so much evidence?

And beneath the agreement was a line of paper which read:

You have two days to consider after receiving this agreement, either sign it or don't. If you don't sign, I will send these chat logs and photos to your company's headquarters and expose your actions online, as well as pursue legal action.

----Lin Yuchang

A marriage reduced to this? Was she so ruthless?

Zeng Xianyong felt utterly hopeless. Although he hadn't saved much money over the years, the car and house were all products of his hard work, and now Lin Yuchang wanted to strip him of everything?

"I can't accept this!"