I am not just a tycoon

"Let me see your outfit, and also...."

Shen Yuan paused and then said, "And your underlayer."

Luo Bingying's cheeks immediately flushed red: "This... isn't appropriate."

"Are you sure it's not appropriate?"

Shen Yuan asked emotionlessly.

"I, well, okay... but just a quick look."

Luo Bingying hesitated for a few seconds but eventually agreed.

She felt conflicted inside, clearly resistant, yet becoming more and more excited, even somewhat looking forward to it.

After a two-second pause, she began to tilt the angle of her phone, her upper body clad in an oversized striped shirt, with a white tank top underneath, slightly outlining her waistline.

The lower half was a pair of wide-leg denim pants, giving a rather loose appearance.

Luo Bingying's style was very minimalist, starkly different from Zhou Peiwei's sweet girly style, and overall rather loose, barely revealing any figure.

Yet that abstinent facade and slender frame still attracted many boys.

"Too plain. Take off the shirt, lift up the tank top and let's see." Shen Yuan instructed.

Luo Bingying's hand trembled as she held the phone, but still, biting her lower lip, she followed his directions, lifting the tank top slowly, not daring to open her eyes.

The first thing that came into Shen Yuan's view was her flat and smooth belly, without a trace of excess fat, clearly well-exercised.

Following that, as the edge of the white tank top was lifted, Shen Yuan saw the edge of the bra.

Then, amidst Luo Bingying's embarrassed expression, the white bra fully came into view on the screen, the bra encapsulating half a hemisphere, revealing just a small tempting curve.

"Hmm... you do indeed prefer white." Shen Yuan remarked casually after appreciating for a while, then continued, "Now lift up the underlayer and let's see."

"Shen Yuan, no...."

Luo Bingying's tone was pleading.

"Okay, I won't push you. But in front of me, review how the bra fits."

"Ah, this... "

Luo Bingying was taken aback, an odd request.

Discussing such matters would be normal with Weiwei, but in front of a guy, especially when that guy was Shen Yuan, how could she even start to speak?

"You have thirty seconds to organize your thoughts." Shen Yuan said with amusement.

Luo Bingying took a deep breath: "This model... the material is light, transparent, soft, and quite sweat-absorbing. Is that okay?"

"I want more details."

Luo Bingying bit her lip hard: "It's refreshing to wear in the summer. Plus, the lining is smooth, it doesn't cause friction against the skin. The shoulder straps and back clasp are made from quality materials that don't dig into the shoulders or scratch the back skin."

"Anything else?"

Shen Yuan watched Luo Bingying's expressions with interest, actually indifferent to these details, only wanting to see how Luo Bingying would look while talking about these matters.

Luo Bingying, holding up her tank top with one hand and the phone with the other, looked humiliated: "The cup size fits just right, not gaping, fully filled, not compressing the chest. Most importantly, it allows for smooth arm movement. It also offers good support, keeping them, keeping them in a rather perky position."

"Shaping effect is not bad either, after putting it on the bust line appears more naturally beautiful, and it doesn't jiggle when running."

Shen Yuan nodded: "Good, that's my girl. I won't take the photo issue any further this time, but you can't do it again next time, got it?"

Luo Bingying lowered her eyes: "Understood."

"Louder."

"Understood..."

After teasing Luo Bingying, Shen Yuan continued to check the messages below.

Among them was a group chat of four people, including Aisha, Peang Yayun, Shi Zhixuan, and Shen Yuan.

The group chat didn't have a name, but if Shen Yuan were to name it, he'd definitely call it "Dance Troupe."

Ever since Shen Yuan gave them a task, the leader Shi Zhixuan occasionally shared videos of the trio practicing their dance moves.

Shi Zhixuan comes from a background of ethnic and traditional Chinese dance, so she taught that style.

In the latest video, the trio wore tight practice dancewear, their bodies flexible, movements in sync, Shen Yuan was somewhat looking forward to the day they would dance in uniform.

Well, might as well have it at his villa's living room on that day; it's spacious enough there.

The second floor has several guest rooms, perfect for resting immediately after dancing.

Moving on, there were messages from Dai Lu as well.

Last night at 11 o'clock, Shen Yuan asked her about marketing strategies for the court, and she replied in the morning: "Honey, that would involve a fee."

Shen Yuan: "We're so close that we can be honest with each other, and you're talking to me about money?"

Dai Lu replied quite swiftly: "Are you trying to upset me on purpose?"

Shen Yuan could imagine her being furious, so after pondering a bit, he responded: "How about I treat you to 10 meals and watch 10 movies with you, is that enough?"

Dai Lu: "Make it 20 meals, forget about the movies."

Shen Yuan: "Deal!"

Dai Lu: "What are you up to?"

Shen Yuan: "Making money."

Dai Lu: "? Do you still need to make money yourself? I thought your people did that for you."

Shen Yuan: "Some things can't be done by others."

A triple cash-back for any Feel-good Index over 60 is not something others can replace.

Dai Lu: "Okay then, I'm off to work, we'll chat when I'm free."

Shen Yuan: "OK."

After clearing up some messages, Lih Meng came out after getting changed.

"go, go, go! Let's go buy that Porsche!"

Lih Meng, hooking her arm into Shen Yuan's, was about to head out the door.

Shen Yuan stood his ground: "Have you checked the time? It's past 11 o'clock. We should at least have lunch before we go."

"Ah?"

Lih Meng's mouth puckered immediately: "I didn't notice the time, but I have to start work at 3:30. Do we have time?"

"Just fry up a couple of simple dishes to fill the stomach, that will do."

"How can I cook? My sister usually does the cooking."

"...Alright then, let's go out to eat."

...

At 1 PM, after lunch, Shen Yuan took Lih Meng to the Porsche distribution center, where Lih Meng eventually chose the 718 over the Cayenne.

She picked the Boxster S 2.5T model, which has 350 horsepower and a maximum torque of 420.

Obviously, it couldn't compare to Shen Yuan's Koenigsegg, but this power is more than enough for a girl, even a bit overpowered.

Lih Meng didn't understand much about power; she simply thought the car looked good, felt nice to sit in, and she didn't want to get the same Cayenne as her sister.

The sticker price was 817,000 RMB. Adding in optional insurance and taxes, as well as the final negotiated discount, the on-the-road price came out to 950,000 RMB.

Watching Shen Yuan effortlessly make the transaction, his actions smooth and without any hesitation, Lih Meng exclaimed in amazement, "Why do I feel like you're spending 95 RMB, not 950,000 RMB?"

"Mm, because Daddy is rich."

"Get lost."

Lih Meng pursed her lips, couldn't help but inwardly scoff, thinking that this kind of talk, brought up in a public setting, could easily be overheard.

Lih Meng glanced around and saw that nobody was nearby and the salesperson wasn't there either, which reassured her.

"I'm going to the restroom."

"Sure, go ahead."

Sitting alone on the negotiation chair, it wasn't long before a female sales associate came over with a contract, smiling: "Miss Lih, I've organized your contract and documents for you. Congratulations on purchasing a Porsche 718 today and becoming our esteemed Porsche owner. We also have a raffle later on!"

"Thank you, that's great."

Lih Meng took the contract and paperwork.

"Your husband is so good to you," the saleswoman said enviously.

Lih Meng shook her head: "He's not my husband, he's my brother-in-law."

The saleswoman was stunned. A brother-in-law buying a nearly million-dollar car for his sister-in-law, that's really wealthy.

"Your brother-in-law is really kind to you..."

When Shen Yuan came out, he joined Lih Meng in the draw, and then they headed to the parking lot.

The saleswoman stood at the door, watching the two of them walk towards the Benz G-Class. According to Porsche center service standards, she had to see their vehicle off the showroom floor before she could leave.

Suddenly, the saleswoman's pupils contracted sharply as she realized Miss Lih's "brother-in-law" actually reached out and wrapped his arm around Miss Lih's waist.

What was crucial was that Miss Lih didn't reject it; she even leaned intimately towards the "brother-in-law."

"Did I hear wrong just now? Wasn't it brother-in-law? The world is becoming more and more incomprehensible..."