I am not just a tycoon

Chapter 545: Chapter 357 Tolerance_3

Luo Bingying stiffened…

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The next day, at 8 a.m.

Zhou Peiwei sat up in bed, stretched lazily, feeling refreshed, and instinctively patted the bed next to her, “Bingying, get up, let’s go work out!”

When Luo Bingying opened her bleary eyes, Zhou Peiwei was somewhat surprised, “Bingying, why are your dark circles so heavy, did you not sleep well last night?”

“Ah, a little.”

Luo Bingying had stayed in Shen Yuan’s room until 1 a.m. last night, only then did he finally spill the beans. Afterwards, she went to the bathroom and brushed her teeth three times, feeling only then had she cleansed the filth from her mouth.

Then she washed herself, changed her underwear, and by the time she got into bed it was almost 2 a.m.

“Do you want to sleep a bit more? I’ll go have breakfast with Shen Yuan first,” Zhou Peiwei asked.

“No worries, I’ll go with you,” Luo Bingying replied without much thought.

She felt so conflicted, on one hand worried about hurting her best friend, and on the other, anxious about being alone with him.

Ah, it’s really tough…

“Alright, then I’ll go wash up and brush my teeth.”

Zhou Peiwei threw off the covers, stood up with a sweet smile, embracing the sunshine of the new day.

The three of them had a buffet breakfast together at the hotel, chatting as if nothing had happened, but all feeling guilty as hell on the inside.

Especially Luo Bingying, after everything that had happened last night, she now dared not face Shen Yuan and felt guilty towards Zhou Peiwei.

Shen Yuan, on the other hand, was relatively unfazed, having Mrs. Lin before, and the previous two pairs of beauties to contend with, he had long since developed a thick skin.

During breakfast, he sat between the two girls, casually nudging one with his left shoe and the other with his right, leaving both blushing.

Zhou Peiwei felt the least guilty, having spent less time with Shen Yuan last night, so she was relatively more at ease.

After breakfast, the two girls went to work out, while Shen Yuan was off to visit the Shanghai branch with He Mu.

Shen Yuan changed into semi-business attire, a grey fitted suit jacket, with a white undershirt and black casual pants, and brown leather shoes.

No matter what he wore, Shen Yuan always looked good. He glanced at himself in the mirror perfunctorily, making sure the collar, cuffs, and belt were all in place before leaving the room.

Upon descending to the hotel lobby, his driver, Old Gao, was already waiting at the entrance. Seeing Shen Yuan appear, he immediately opened the rear right door of the Maybach, “Chairman Shen, good morning, you look very spirited today.”

“Thanks.”

Shen Yuan returned a polite smile and stepped inside.

It was now past 9 a.m., and the streets of Shanghai were somewhat congested. Shen Yuan looked at the traffic outside the window when his phone suddenly “dinged”.

Shen Yuan opened it and to his surprise, it was a selfie from Zhou Peiwei. She was sitting under a piece of equipment, wearing over-ear headphones, in a grey sports tank top and shorts, her pale thighs and ample chest exposed.

Her legs weren’t the slender, straight kind but had a bit of meat on them, looking very squeezable, and Shen Yuan, having experienced it first hand, knew they were soft and bouncy.

In the photo, she also wore white socks that hugged her calves, forming a layer of fat, looking more sensual than pencil-thin legs.

Below the photo, she sent Shen Yuan a message: “Going to have an energizing workout today!”

Shen Yuan thought for a moment and replied, “Don’t lose too much, I still like your chubby self, feels better to squeeze!”

Zhou Peiwei: “Roll away, you big pervert, this girl is off to work out!”

Shen Yuan smiled, zoomed in to appreciate the details of the photo, then suddenly thought of something, took a screenshot of their chat and sent it to Luo Bingying, with a message attached.

“Workouts need to be reported, see how good Weiwei is, what about you?”

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At 10:20 a.m., outside the He Mu branch office, stood five or six middle-aged men in suits.

Mostly bespectacled, their hair and suits impeccably groomed, they formed a line exuding both an air of leadership and a strong intellectual vibe.

Employees going downstairs to buy coffee couldn’t help but take a few extra glances, wondering which company in the building was making such a big fuss to receive someone.

The man with the gold-rimmed glasses at the front looked at his watch, then gazed at the passing traffic and said resolutely, “Chairman Shen will be here soon, everyone, stay sharp.”

Hearing this, the others straightened up, just like Dean He, all fixed their gaze in that direction, wanting to leave a good impression on the incoming vice-chairman.

Zhong Cheng stood at the end of the line, as his rank was the lowest, he had to stand at the back, but his mood was worse than anyone else’s there.

Because last night, his wife had offended the vice-chairman.

What a damn mess!

He had humbly made several calls last night and when he got home, his wife Li Fen was still indignant, so Zhong Cheng scolded her again, mercilessly.

Eventually, she realized the severity of the issue and agreed to come to the office to apologize in person today.

Zhong Cheng glanced at Li Fen in the distance, who also looked apprehensive. He wasn’t sure if Chairman Shen was even willing to see her, and if not, it would be troublesome.