I am not just a tycoon

Chapter 344: Chapter 285: Mr. Shen is Very Angry Today_4

He never intended to add that little internet celebrity anyway; there were too many high-quality women around him, and he had no interest in girls of ambiguous background.

Of course, on one hand, it was to save the girl’s face, while on the other, it was to give Zhou Peiwei a sense of slight crisis.

At that moment, a Feel-good Index finally popped up above Zhou Peiwei’s head.

[NPC: Zhou Peiwei]

[Feel-good Index: 60]

Here it came… Shen Yuan’s lips slightly curled up, as he made the first step in his strategy to charm two best friends.

“Weren’t you going to visit my house? We can go today,” Shen Yuan said.

“Today, huh… But it’s getting late.”

Zhou Peiwei glanced at the time on the central control screen—it was almost 10 P.M. By the time they got to his house, it would definitely be past 10.

“Up to you, we can do it another day.”

Shen Yuan was indifferent.

Zhou Peiwei thought for a moment, “How about tomorrow? Are you free?”

Shen Yuan shook his head, “I’m busy tomorrow and the day after.”

“Is that so…”

Suddenly, Zhou Peiwei felt a little down. She wasn’t sure where this feeling came from—it could be from missing the opportunity to visit Shen Yuan’s new home, or because she wouldn’t be able to see Shen Yuan for two days.

“What’s wrong, can’t bear to part with me?”

Shen Yuan raised an eyebrow.@@novelbin@@

“Of course not.”

Zhou Peiwei would never admit it.

Then, the two chatted about lighthearted topics in the car, and around 10:20 P.M., they arrived at Shen Yuan’s villa garage.

Zhou Peiwei parked the car in the garage and then prepared to walk back home—numbers 19 and 20 were just a few hundred meters apart.

“I’m off, bye.”

Zhou Peiwei, wearing round-toed leather shoes and carrying a small leather bag, waved to Shen Yuan.

Although reluctant, there was nothing to be done.

“Let’s hug then, since we won’t see each other for a few days.”

Shen Yuan opened his arms for a hug.

“In your dreams!”

Zhou Peiwei didn’t care for his antics, and she began to walk away. But after only one step, she turned back and, lifting her pale chin, said, “I’ll hug you, but you can’t hug me.”

“Okay.”

Shen Yuan happily complied.

Zhou Peiwei, in her white dress, reached out her arms and wrapped them around Shen Yuan, “Thank you, you scumbag, I had a pretty good time today.”

In his embrace was a tender and soft body, especially between Shen Yuan’s waist and chest, where he felt the warmth of Xue’er.

Probably due to the effect of the bra, the contact was broader, and with the additional pressure of the hug, it nearly covered Shen Yuan’s entire midsection.

As everyone knows, the larger the contact area, the larger the sphere.

Clearly, Sister Peiwei was quite endowed.

At the same time, a faint fragrance wafted into Shen Yuan’s nostrils—fresh with a hint of milk scent, a unique aroma belonging to Sister Peiwei.

Shen Yuan had just promised not to touch, but he couldn’t help but place his hand on Zhou Peiwei’s back, lightly exploring her back and waist with his fingers, subtly touching her as if they were there and not there at the same time.

Zhou Peiwei felt a thrill and quickly stepped back to break free from the embrace, glaring at Shen Yuan, “You’re such a liar, you said you wouldn’t hug me. I’m really going this time!”

Zhou Peiwei, bag in hand, walked away without looking back, while Shen Yuan sniffed the lingering fragrance on his fingertips, “Hmm, that’s quite nice.”

Then, Shen Yuan closed the garage shutter door, entered the living room through the vestibule, and at that moment, Ji Ya was already standing in the center of the living room, bowing slightly, “Mr. Shen, welcome home.”

“Still up so late to welcome me.”

Shen Yuan glanced at her; Ji Ya was wearing a set of black professional attire—the white shirt and black skirt outlined her figure perfectly, and under the skirt were slender black stockings.

“And aren’t you going to sleep? Why are you still wearing this outfit?” Shen Yuan asked.

“Um, I was busy with some things… I didn’t get around to changing.”

Ji Ya’s cheeks reddened, and she said somewhat evasively.

Not getting around to changing?

Shen Yuan sized her up; she did not seem to be too busy to change. Some of Ji Ya’s hair was still damp, and her makeup was removed, only lipstick was freshly applied.

It was obvious that Ji Ya knew he wasn’t bringing home a woman tonight and had deliberately changed into this professional outfit.

But she was too shy to say it, wanting him to take the initiative.

Shen Yuan beckoned her with his hand, “Come here.”

Ji Ya tapped over in her high heels, standing before Shen Yuan and looking down at the ground timidly.

“Can’t hold back anymore?”

Shen Yuan’s finger gently stroked Ji Ya’s cheek, then slid downward, coming to rest on her chest.

Tonight his mood was indeed heated; the little internet celebrity had teased him a bit at KTV, and just now he had gotten a sense of Sister Peiwei’s measurements in the garage.

Ji Ya quickly shook her head with feigned shyness; she would never admit to being the one to brazenly seduce her boss.

“What should you call me?”

Shen Yuan’s fingers unbuttoned the shirt, venturing into mysterious territory.

“Mr. Shen…”

Ji Ya bit her lip, her hands clutching the hem of her skirt tightly.

“Sometimes you can use a different term.”

Shen Yuan’s hands withdrew from that territory, and he softly finished unbuttoning her shirt, peeling off the white garment.

Now, aside from the black pencil skirt and stockings, the only thing left on Ji Ya’s body was the creamy bra.

“What should I call you?”

Ji Ya lifted her eyes, her entire body blushed crimson.

“Think about it, what do you usually want to call me?”

Shen Yuan wasn’t looking at her but was focused on her collarbone, then her chest, and down to her abdomen, as if he was admiring a work of art.

For Ji Ya, these gazes were like burning irons, heating her up intensely.

“Usually?”

Ji Ya thought hard, and suddenly a huge wave of embarrassment overwhelmed her; her body began to tremble, even her lips quivering.

“Say it.”

Shen Yuan urged her gently.

Ji Ya hesitated for a long time, holding back the waves of embarrassment, and with a grip on Shen Yuan’s clothes corner, she looked up with pleading eyes and said word by word, “Master, welcome home.”

“Master is in a rather fiery mood today; do you know what to do?”