I am not just a tycoon-Chapter 553 - 360 Yoga Guidance_2
Chapter 553: Chapter 360 Yoga Guidance_2
Geng Liang smiled with a tease and then winked at Xiao Yi.
Xiao Yi poured a glass of wine for Shen Yuan, then picked up her own glass, cooed, “Chairman Shen, let’s have another drink.”
Shen Yuan glanced at her. Earlier that morning, when he went to the conference room for a meeting, Xiao Yi, wearing high heels, twisted her ankle and bumped right into his arms.
She certainly had quite a physique, and it felt impressively real—so much so that for a moment Shen was unable to determine whether she was silicone or the real deal.
However, upon a closer look, one could clearly see the signs of artificiality present on her face.
This fell far short of Shen Yuan’s standards. Even if genuine, it wouldn’t add much to her appeal. Moreover, this approach was too deliberate, far from being smooth and natural.
Later, Geng Liang suggested bringing in a few members to liven up the atmosphere, which essentially meant finding a few good-looking women with nice figures who could hold their liquor from within the company—including Xiao Yi, leading to the current scene.
Shen Yuan wasn’t interested in her, nor did he want to drink the toast she offered. So, he simply lifted his own glass and said, “How about we all drink together and wish each other increasingly brighter futures?”
The crowd echoed in agreement.
Xiao Yi finished her drink and put down the glass, looking tenderly at Shen Yuan, “Chairman Shen, you’re so busy with work all the time, but you have to find a balance between love and work too.”
“Mm.”
Shen Yuan nodded slightly, showing no intent to engage in conversation. With this type of woman, the only option was to remain indifferent to deter her.
Seeing the atmosphere wasn’t right, Geng Liang signaled to Xiao Yi, then they switched seats, with him sitting next to Shen Yuan.
“Come, Chairman Shen, let me toast you one more.”
“Alright.”
“…”
Xiao Yi stomped her foot in frustration. She had all planned out, planning to suggest adding on WeChat after Shen Yuan responded to her earlier statement.
But Shen Yuan had no interest in continuing the conversation. A single “Mm” was a brush-off, leaving her with no good way to bring it up.
Was she really so charmless?
She had plenty of colleagues pursuing her at the office, and she’d get hit on when out shopping, so she was fairly confident in herself.
But now, she had faced a bitter defeat in front of Shen Yuan.
Xiao Yi couldn’t pinpoint where the problem lay. Was her makeup not good enough? Her figure not accentuated adequately? Did she come on too strong?
That couldn’t be right!
On her phone, Xiao Yao sent a message asking how things went. Xiao Yi sighed inwardly and could only reply, “I lost, Chairman Shen isn’t interested in me.”
Xiao Yao: “Ah? Why?”
Xiao Yi: “Maybe I’m not pretty enough, or my figure’s not great enough.”
Xiao Yao: “Ah, I see… But if even you don’t stand a chance, the other female colleagues in our company have no hope either. Chairman Shen’s standards are too high!”
Xiao Yi wanted to vent her irritation but since this was a business occasion with so many leaders around, she had to keep smiling throughout.
After lunch, Sha Yongshan was the first to head back to the company. Before leaving, he invited Shen Yuan to dinner at Master Huang’s place. Tonight’s dinner would be less crowded, just him along with Geng Liang and his son, four people in total.
Elder Sha was playing the consummate host, and since Shen Yuan had agreed to help train his son, he didn’t refuse. However, he rescheduled for the following night because Zhou Peiwei and Luo Bingying were returning to Yanjing tonight, and he had promised to dine with them.
That afternoon, Shen Yuan had a hospital visit planned, led by Geng Liang.
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On the way to the hospital, Shen Yuan came across a post from Lin Yuchang on her Moments. This young matron had been traveling frequently of late, and her recent Moments post was tagged in Hang City.
Being not far from there, Shen Yuan sent her a location ping, and afterward message her: “I’m alone in Shanghai.”
With Zhou Peiwei and Luo Bingying returning to Yanjing tonight, it was the perfect opportunity for a seamless transition. Besides, who needs a married woman when there are lively sisters needing guidance?
Additionally, since he was rarely in Shanghai, Shen Yuan planned to stay in the city for two more days to experience different luxury hotels and explore new attractions, for which he needed company.
During a break in the car, Shen Yuan called Fu Yingzi, asking her to liaise with Chenlang Law Firm about the business club’s shares. He also messaged Ji Ya, instructing her to take possession of a property at the Wanxiang Mansion marketing center.
At 3 p.m., while Shen Yuan was inspecting the hospital, Zhou Peiwei was packing her bags. Their flight was at 8 p.m., and they planned to return after dining with Shen Yuan.
Having spent only a short two days together, they were soon to part ways, which left Zhou Peiwei with an inexplicable sense of loss and anxiety.
It was a bit like the end of summer or winter break or the conclusion of the National Day and Mid-Autumn Festival holidays, the sudden rush of going back to class or work.
It could be reluctance to end the holiday, or parting from Shen Yuan, or perhaps because there was a political theory class the following morning. In any case, Zhou Peiwei felt off about everything, even the way she flung around her clothes seemed overly forceful.
Luo Bingying, who’d just changed into yoga pants and a tank top, glanced at her, “What’s the matter, Weiwei?”
Zhou Peiwei shook her head, “Nothing, just a bit restless.”
Zhou Peiwei was always open with her close friend, but when it came to Shen Yuan, she found it difficult to speak.
“Is it that you don’t want to leave?”
Luo Bingying approached and asked softly.
“Maybe, or maybe it’s because I have a political theory class tomorrow.”
Zhou Peiwei turned to her friend, “Forget it, it’s nothing really. Why are you changing again? Didn’t you just work out this morning?”
“This morning was running and weight training, this afternoon I want to practice yoga. Do you want to join?”
“Let’s not, I feel like taking a nap. You go ahead.”
Zhou Peiwei admired her friend’s discipline; Luo Bingying practiced yoga at least three times a week, come rain or shine, even persevering for half an hour during her period.
