I am not just a tycoon-Chapter 778 - 460: Guarding Against Oneself, The Elegant Canary_2

Shen Yuan flipped her over, unbuttoned her nightgown, revealing skin as smooth as a freshly peeled egg, then said to Dong Ya, "Come, let's properly discipline this little liar."

Qi Xi's heart tightened, and she exclaimed, "No, you can't."

.......

The experience of "attending class" while sober versus intoxicated was completely different. Under the bombardment of knowledge, Qi Xi could vividly feel an unending wave of joy.

"Oh Lord, I have sinned. I shouldn't let desire consume me. Please punish me, for I am guilty, I am guilty...." Qi Xi muttered in her heart.

After giving both Qi Xi and Dong Ya a "lesson," Shen Yuan held Dong Ya close and said, "I'll take care of the arrangements later on. From now on, you two can freely set your work schedules."

Then, Shen Yuan transferred 100,000 to both Dong Ya and Qi Xi as pocket money.

Since they were his women now, he couldn't let them suffer.

"Wow~"

Dong Ya snuggled closer to Shen Yuan, licked his cheek, and murmured softly, "Thank you, daddy."

Shen Yuan genuinely thought Dong Ya was of the same breed as Liew Menglu—bold and proactive, and undeniably fiery. Though she wasn't as voluptuous as Meng Lu, she had her own unique charm.

As a nurse, even with decent pay including bonuses and incentives, she earned an annual salary of around 200,000. Yet Shen Yuan casually handed out 100,000, which was equivalent to half a year's earnings.

It was the first time they had received pocket money from Shen Yuan. With their spending habits yet to catch up, 100,000 was more than enough to keep them delighted for a while.

"I don't need the money," Qi Xi mumbled, hesitating to accept the transfer, feeling that taking Shen Yuan's money seemed like a transaction.

Shen Yuan assured her, "Just take it, don't overthink it. 100,000 is really nothing to me. Last night's dinner alone cost more than that."

Still, Qi Xi persisted, "But I don't need this much."

Pinching her cheek, Shen Yuan said, "I don't care. If you don't accept it, I won't let you leave this bed."

Hearing this, Dong Ya chimed in, "Exactly, Qi Xi, don't save money for Mr. Shen."

Qi Xi felt awkward being the only one who hadn't accepted the money. novelbuddy.cσ๓

"Fine… Thanks, Mr. Shen."

Qi Xi, genuinely afraid of being "trapped in bed," ultimately tapped on the accept button.

Dong Ya snuggled up against Qi Xi, her voice soft and teasing, "Xixi, calling him 'Mr. Shen' is too distant now. You should call him 'brother,' 'husband'… or, like me, 'daddy.'"

Qi Xi's face turned bright red. She couldn't bring herself to say it. Even in last night's situation, she had barely called him "husband" once, and that had already felt unbearably embarrassing.

Dong Ya, continuing to tease Qi Xi, then turned to Shen Yuan and asked, "I really want to do something more meaningful. What do you think I'm suited for?"

"You… some occasional volunteer work would do."

"But I want to help share your burdens."

"Volunteering is helping. Plus, it doesn't restrict your freedom—go if you want, don't if you don't."

Shen Yuan knew Dong Ya's personality—it was all enthusiasm in the beginning but quickly fizzled out. Serving others might be fine for her, but making her work two jobs? She'd only end up resenting it over time.

"Alright then," Dong Ya pouted, sticking out her lips.

Shen Yuan did a quick wash-up and headed downstairs. Dong Ya and Qi Xi weren't as fast; besides freshening up, they also needed to do their makeup, change their clothes, and clean up the mess from the night before… The nurse and nun costumes from last night were now nothing more than torn strips of fabric, and even the stockings were beyond salvage.

Dong Ya sighed heavily, "It's such a shame. My nurse outfit cost over 600, and your nun costume was over 500 as well. Now they're just shredded by Shen Yuan."

"But at least Shen Yuan gave us so much pocket money. In the future, even if we buy a few uniforms costing several hundred each, it won't hurt. We can even buy lots of stockings too. Qi Xi, how about we go shopping today?"

"Now that we're all in this together, we need to work on increasing our standing in our shared husband's heart. You need to pick some sexy clothes—lace lingerie, short slip dresses, stockings, uniforms—to drive him wild~"

"....."

By the time Shen Yuan made his way downstairs, it was already past ten. The housekeeper, seeing him, began preparing breakfast. Ji Ya was off somewhere busy, while Tan Xin was reading quietly in a corner of the living room.

When she saw Shen Yuan enter, she instinctively turned her face away and then headed toward her room.

"Hold on a second."

As they brushed past each other, Shen Yuan stopped her. "Why are you avoiding me? Feeling guilty about something?"

"I'm not."

Tan Xin faced away from him, her fingers nervously rubbing against the book she held.

"Then turn around."

"Boss, I have things to do."

"The only thing you had to do was read a book a moment ago."

Left with no choice, Tan Xin turned back to face him. "Boss, what is it?"

Shen Yuan raised an eyebrow. "Still pretending? Was it you standing outside my door last night?"

"Boss, I don't know what you're talking about."

Tan Xin avoided his gaze, but her guilty little actions had already given her away. Shen Yuan had been uncertain whether the eavesdropper outside his door last night was Ji Ya or Tan Xin, but now it was almost confirmed—it was Tan Xin.

Very well, she's bold enough to cross the line while being his bodyguard. Shen Yuan scrutinized her slender figure. "Next time you watch, you'll have to pay."

"Boss, if there's nothing else, I'll take my leave." Tan Xin quickly walked away.

......

IFC Mall, 4th floor, Western restaurant.

There weren't many diners at lunch, just a few scattered tables, though their attention was often drawn to the table by the window.

Sitting there were five women, each with stunning figures and exquisite features. However, the most alluring of them all—outshining the other four by at least two leagues—was the one seated at the center.

She wore a light gray form-fitting top paired with a dark gray pencil skirt that accentuated her voluptuous curves. Her long legs were flawlessly proportioned, and beneath her fair thighs were a pair of black high heels.

Her features were breathtakingly gorgeous. Every smile and every frown seemed to tug at the heartstrings of every man in the restaurant.

Everyone couldn't help but wonder if a woman like her was married. Some were even tempted to approach her.

This went on for several minutes until a tall, confident man in his thirties, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, finally stood up. His stride exuded poise and ease.

Damn, hesitated too long, and now he's beaten us all to it… Many lamented silently.

The man with glasses approached the table of women, waved politely, and said, "Hi, sorry to bother you all. I run a media company and think all of you have the potential to be fantastic models for print ads. I'd love to get to know you. Of course, even if modeling's not your thing, we might have events where we could use beautiful women like you to help spice things up—which, by the way, is a paying gig."

Polite, tactful, and with no overt intentions, he subtly praised all the women rather than asking just one for her number. His approach ensured none of the other women felt left out while flattering the entire group.

A masterclass in pick-up strategy, many eavesdroppers inwardly acknowledged, admiring his technique. No wonder he dared to ask for WeChat contacts—it'd be almost rude to refuse.

Four of the women exchanged subtle glances, delighted by the encounter. Though his approach was slightly suspicious, his Zegna suit and Jaeger-LeCoultre watch hinted at his wealth, and coupled with his good looks, there seemed little reason not to share their contacts.

"May I?" the man asked again with a gentle smile.

"Of course," one of the women cheerfully displayed her QR code. The man returned her smile and smoothly scanned it with his phone.

He then scanned the three other women's codes, skipping only the swan-like beauty, who had not even moved to retrieve her phone. The man finally turned to her and asked, "Miss, your turn."

The woman gracefully turned her head, offering him a polite yet distant smile. "Sorry, I'm usually very busy and don't have time for modeling or events."

The man's smile faltered ever so slightly, but he simply nodded. "No problem. Sorry to disturb you all."

Everyone watched as the man returned to his table, having added four women but not the most dazzling one. They felt a mix of relief and envy.

"Phew, good thing I didn't go up there—this way, I didn't embarrass myself."

"Yeah, but I still feel bad. If someone like him didn't succeed, what chance do we have?"

"Wonder what kind of man she's waiting for."

......

Back at the table by the window, one of the women couldn't resist asking, "Meng Lu, how does that guy compare to your man?"

Meng Lu simply smiled sweetly. "Him? Ten of him wouldn't match my guy."