I am not just a tycoon

Shen Yuan nibbled on her earlobe and whispered, "Don't be afraid, they're dead drunk and sleeping soundly."

Lin Yuchang twisted her waist and hips uneasily, "This will wake them up..."

"Just follow my lead, and it won't."

Shen Yuan seduced her patiently, his hands continuing to arouse Lin Yuchang's interests.

Lin Yuchang bit her lip and said, "Mm... be gentler, Shen Yuan... Can we go to your bedroom?"

"No, I want it right here."

This was exactly the mood Shen Yuan wanted to entice; Lin Yuchang under these circumstances was surely more enchanting than usual.

...

Little did they know, a pair of hazel eyes silently lit up under the covers, dazedly watching the scene before her, her cheeks blushing with a burning heat.

Movies are one thing, reality another; watching and listening in person was incomparable to the experience of a film.

Actually, she had woken up the first time Shen Yuan touched her back, but out of pride and uncertainty about how to face the situation should she open her eyes, she chose to pretend to be asleep.

Who would have thought that Shen Yuan would intensify his actions?

At Shen Yuan's boldest moment, Zhu Qingrou really wanted to open her eyes and slap him, but gradually, she found it quite comfortable and quietly enjoyed it.

Being of mixed heritage, her body matured earlier than most girls, her hormones secreting more abundantly. Shen Yuan's actions earlier already stirred her.

Now, witnessing such a vivid scene, she bit her little finger while the other hand involuntarily slipped under the thin blanket.

Suddenly, someone gently tapped her back; her heart skipped a beat, and she quickly withdrew her hands to look behind her.

Dai Lu made a "shh" gesture, signaling her to keep quiet, then lay down a bit lower, indicating she wanted to watch too.

Zhu Qingrou let out a sigh of relief. She thought she was caught red-handed, not expecting to have a fellow conspirator beside her.

It seems likely that when Shen Yuan was having his way with her, he hadn't spared Dai Lu either.

So, what started as one person biting their little finger became two people doing the same, while under the blankets, there was a subtle rustling sound.

...

...

At 10 a.m., the lazy sun replaced the gloom of the past two days. The warm light entered the bedroom, waking up Shen Yuan, who was indulging in a bit of extra sleep.

The door opened and a breeze caressed his face, immediately lifting his spirits.

Shen Yuan threw off the covers and stood by the window, looking at the lush greenery outside, stretching his arms with a satisfying yawn.

"Comfortable!"

After a night of passion with Mrs. Lin and then her caring for him with a bath, the effects of the alcohol had mostly dissipated, and he felt quite sober now.

This was his own bedroom. He had moved here after returning from the other room last night.

Mrs. Lin had stayed with him, but by now, she must have gotten up to either take a walk or have breakfast.

Thinking back to the lustful and soul-stealing scenes of last night, Shen Yuan felt as if it had all been a dream, perhaps the influence of alcohol.

Anyway, his thick skin meant he didn't mind seeing Zhu Qingrou and Dai Lu later; the concern was how they would react to him.

Just then, Lin Yuchang walked in: "You're awake, Shen Yuan."

Her face was particularly rosy, cheeks still with a soft glow, looking very healthy.

Indeed, women who shared intimacy with him all enjoyed exceptional radiance.

Lucky them.

Mrs. Lin was in a much better state last night than the night before, seemingly adjusting to his new size.

Shen Yuan nodded at her: "Hmm. Have those two woken up?"

"Qing Rou has woken up and is spacing out in the living area. Lulu is on her way to the airport."

Shen Yuan was startled, "Dai Lu is going back to Star City? Wasn't her flight the day after tomorrow?"

"She changed her ticket."

"I see."

Shen Yuan figured that once she sobered up and remembered last night's events, unsure of how to face him or handle the dynamic among the three of them, she chose to leave abruptly.

"Did she say anything?"

"No."

Lin Yuchang shook her head.

"Alright then."

Shen Yuan thought, Dai Lu, you're confused, leaving without even a chance to exchange WeChat contacts.

"Shen Yuan, that... after you go back, will you look for Lulu? I can tell you where her home and company are," said Lin Yuchang seriously.

Shen Yuan chuckled, "What's the matter, trying to help me conquer your friend, or help her conquer me?"

"Ah, no, I just don't think there's much else I can help with."

Lin Yuchang lowered her gaze.

In fact, when she sent Dai Lu off, they had discussed the previous night, and Dai Lu confessed everything that had happened between her and Shen Yuan without reserve.

Dai Lu was frank in order not to ruin their years of friendship—while it might create a distance between the friends, it was better than Lin Yuchang finding out by herself.

Lin Yuchang was deeply moved upon learning this; it showed that their friendship mattered more to Dai Lu.

At the same time, it cleared up some of her confusion from last night.

For example, Lulu obviously had not been kissed before, yet last night she described it so accurately, and not only did she not resist Shen Yuan's physical touch, but she also stuck close to him during a spicy dance.

Lin Yuchang also shared her thoughts, but Dai Lu was still unable to accept them.

The notion of friends serving the same husband seemed to belong to a feudal society, let alone this "husband" who also had other women on the side, possibly more than one or two.

"It's okay, if she's interested, she'll come to me," said Shen Yuan as he pinched her cheek. "But if you really want to help us, you can pass on my WeChat to her. And, before doing these things, think about yourself, don't force yourself into anything."