I am not just a tycoon

The gym was certainly large, but there were only a few scattered people, partly because not many people staying in the hotel were in the habit of working out.

He headed first to the dumbbell area and picked up two light dumbbells to start activating his muscles.

While doing the warm-up exercises, Shen Yuan's gaze casually swept around the room and unexpectedly landed on a familiar figure in the corner.

The swollen peach-like buttocks, a waist that could be grasped with a single hand, and a tied-up ponytail, wearing a fitness tank top and yoga pants—Who else could it be but Dai Lu?

With so few people in the gym, a woman really stood out, especially one whose figure was completely off the charts.

No wonder she could just barely edge out Lin Yuchang in figure; it turns out she had a workout routine.

She was doing squats, her back facing Shen Yuan, and with each squat, he could feel those peach-like buttocks tremble.

Man, that's really something.

Shen Yuan gave a five-word simple appraisal, inexplicably reminded of the "Heavy Cavalry" profession.

Indeed, this was the template for Heavy Cavalry.

Unfortunately, Shen Yuan's understanding of this Dai Lu was limited to her looks and name. Since Yuchang hadn't mentioned anything, it wouldn't be appropriate for him to ask.

He had no idea if she had a husband or a boyfriend.

Neither did Shen Yuan see any Feel-good Index for himself coming from her, so it was really hard to judge.

He didn't let his gaze linger too long and continued to activate his muscles before moving on to the machines.

Butterfly machine, seated chest press, rowing machine—after doing several sets of each, he was sweating buckets, the sweat on his chest and back soaking his quick-dry tank top.

After wiping his face with a towel and taking a couple of sips of water, Shen Yuan walked over to the leg press machine, planning to do a few sets before calling it a day.

As it happened, this machine was quite close to Dai Lu, who noticed Shen Yuan at that moment.

Tsk, tsk, no wonder the young hunk keeps in such good shape, hitting the gym every day.

But if he could come to the gym so early in the morning, it would mean Yuchang was quite a slacker.

Yuchang, oh Yuchang, you've truly failed the "married woman" status!

As Dai Lu wiped the sweat from her forehead, preparing to go over and say hello before finishing her workout, a man approached her.

He was wearing athletic shorts and a tight tank top, his physique moderately muscular with defined lines—a regular gym-goer. With his glasses and scholarly look, he wore a polite smile and said, "Hi, sorry for the interruption."

Dai Lu looked up at him: "What's up?"

"Every time I do squats, I feel like my posture isn't quite right. I've noticed that your form is really good. Could you show me how it's done?"

Dai Lu returned the polite smile: "Sorry, I'm just figuring it out on my own, I wouldn't want to teach anyone the wrong thing."

The middle-aged man hesitated for a moment before adding, "Could I add you on WeChat then, to exchange some fitness knowledge? I often make my own fat-loss meals, they're quite good in taste and combination; we could share recipes."

"No need, my boyfriend makes really good fat-loss meals for me."

Dai Lu said with a slight smile. Over the years, she had encountered many attempts at flirting, and most of the excuses were far-fetched; this one was relatively normal by comparison.

Even though she could tell he was a guest at the opulent hotel, he looked to be about 40—clearly not within her range of interest.

"Right, that's my boyfriend over there."

Dai Lu pointed in Shen Yuan's direction.

The middle-aged man's mouth twitched, then he said, "I won't bother you anymore," and left. He had observed Dai Lu for more than half an hour while working out—in that time, she was clearly alone.

And the so-called "boyfriend" she mentioned hadn't interacted with her at all.

Obviously, it was just an excuse to reject him.

Of course, when a girl refuses you, the excuse she gives doesn't really matter anymore.

Dai Lu picked up her water bottle and walked towards Shen Yuan, grinning: "Morning, Shen Yuan."

"Morning."

Shen Yuan nodded at her, then added, "You're something else, using me as a shield."

"You heard that, haha, sorry."

Dai Lu said apologetically, but her expression betrayed no regret. Approaching Shen Yuan, she pointed at his tank top: "It's soaked through. It's a good thing there aren't many female fitness enthusiasts here, or you might have had a wardrobe malfunction."

Shen Yuan raised an eyebrow: "Aren't you one?"

"I guess, but I've seen enough."

Shen Yuan chuckled: "So, you like looking at this sort of thing? I'll send you some topless selfies sometime."

With a twinkle in her eye, Dai Lu teased, "Your next line isn't going to be 'I don't have your WeChat', is it? And then you'd naturally just add it?"

"Down there? Why would I randomly ask girls for their WeChat?"

Dai Lu's smile grew even brighter, "It's the first time someone's said 'down there' to me, feels pretty odd."

"If you want to hear it, I could say 'down there' to you every day."

"Forget it, once in a while is enough. Who would like it if someone kept saying they're 'down there?'"

Dai Lu lifted her cheeks, about to say something more, but Shen Yuan had already started his next set of exercises.

Great, wanted to flirt with this little wolf dog, but he seems less than enthusiastic.

It's been a while since I've felt this kind of frustration. Interesting, truly interesting.

Feeling it was pointless, Dai Lu decided to head to the changing room to change and leave, but noticing Shen Yuan using the leg press machine incorrectly, she couldn't help but say, "Your form isn't quite right."

"What's the correct way, then?"

"I'll show you."

Dai Lu sat on the machine next to him, demonstrating as she spoke, "First, the angle of knee flexion should be between 90-100 degrees. Start the movement by slowly exhaling and applying force with both legs... That's right, just like that."

"Awesome, you catch on really fast!"

Dai Lu gave Shen Yuan a thumbs up, then stepped off the machine and pointed out a few more flaws to him.

Inevitably, there was some physical contact and through the thin fabric of the gym clothes, Shen Yuan could distinctly feel her softness.

Exquisite.

The impact of this kind of physique in a training class is unexpected.

Up close, Shen Yuan noticed her skin was also nice—fair, yet with a healthy rosy hue.

She had a slightly large frame, but her full figure concealed that flaw; Shen Yuan thought of the term—"Heavy Cavalry."

Of course, Shen Yuan wasn't a pony, but a swift and fierce steed.

Soon, the comfortably warm gym became a bit hot and stuffy, and the eyes of a few men in the gym, including that middle-aged man who'd hit on her earlier, reddened as they looked at Shen Yuan.

Shen Yuan found it amusing. Oh, so it's my fault now?

After instructing Shen Yuan, Dai Lu let out a sigh of relief and felt a sense of accomplishment: "You really have a strong ability to learn. Alright, I'm going to shower and change, and by the way, I'll wake Yuchang up."

"No need, let her sleep a bit more. She was exhausted last night."

Shen Yuan raised his eyebrows at her.

Dai Lu's expression froze for a moment, then she smiled at Shen Yuan and proceeded to the women's changing room.

"No wonder Yuchang likes him so much, this little wolf dog really has something."

The brief interaction gave Dai Lu a more complete understanding of Shen Yuan.

He looked raffishly handsome with a hint of cheekiness, and his gaze had a certain aggressiveness.

Also, his body was great—he could rate a 9.5, very much like Peang Yuyan's physique.

Not to mention wealth; living in such a hotel, he must be either rich or noble, and he also was very generous, as seen from Yuchang's BMW.

Key was his personality—witty and humorous, unpredictable. Hanging out with such a guy meant you'd never worry about life getting dull.

Wasn't this her ideal type for a partner?

Dai Lu suddenly regretted coming here; with Shen Yuan set as a benchmark, she'd inevitably compare others to him, making her search even more challenging.

Yuchang, oh Yuchang, what kind of celestial wolf dog did you find!

Wait a minute.

Dai Lu suddenly realized something wasn't right. With such a great body, it would have taken at least a year or two to develop; surely he was a workout vet, so how could he not know the basics of the leg press machine?

Unlikely.

Plus, he learned so quickly; a little instruction from her, a little pointing, and he got the form right.

Dai Lu felt a pang in her heart. Shen Yuan deliberately playing dumb for guidance, creating physical contact?

Was she played?

This... this isn't a little wolf dog, but a huge mastiff!

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