I am not just a tycoon

Late at night, Fanghuali.

The warm light shone on the two of them. Lin Yuchang had picked up her phone, but she didn't dare to answer it, fearing that Shen Yuan might do something inappropriate.

However, Shen Yuan ultimately showed his understanding and slowed down, saying, "Now you can answer it."

Lin Yuchang glanced back at him, her expression begging, "Then you can't do that later."

"You know what my character is like."

Shen Yuan naturally nodded in agreement.

Only then did Lin Yuchang pick up the phone and in a soft, sweet voice, said, "Hello, what's the matter?"

"Why did it take you so long to answer the phone? You're not replying to WeChat either!"

The dissatisfaction of Zeng Xianyong came through the phone: "I have a meeting at the company headquarters tomorrow, please iron that Armani suit for me."

"Alright, are you coming back tonight?"

Lin Yuchang asked softly.

She primarily wanted to tease out when Zeng Xianyong would be coming home.

Hearing Lin Yuchang's compliant words, Zeng Xianyong knew that amidst the multitude of lights, there was still one burning brightly at home for him.

Reflecting on his daily philandering, a mix of guilt and tenderness surged in his heart. He showed rare concern, "It's probably going to take me another hour to get home. I didn't want to disturb your sleep, which is why I called in advance. Did I interrupt your rest?"

Lin Yuchang figured he must have done something to wrong her, hence his words. Usually, he was only ever demanding without offering explanations.

But having received the information she wanted, Lin Yuchang also politely replied, "No, thank you."

Zeng Xianyong was somewhat puzzled upon hearing this, "What's there to thank me for?"

"Forget it, go to sleep early after you've finished ironing. That's it, I'm hanging up."

For Shen Yuan, tonight was a battle stacked with buffs. This place was Zeng Xianyong's home, and below Shen was Zeng Xianyong's wife, who was even speaking to her husband on the phone.

Upon hearing this, Shen Yuan involuntarily quickened his pace.

"Mmm... Ah!"

Lin Yuchang hurriedly covered her mouth, but the "Mmm... Ah" had unavoidably been transmitted through the receiver.

"What's wrong?"

Zeng Xianyong was about to hang up when he heard the noise and suddenly became concerned.

Lin Yuchang, struggling to suppress her sounds, stammered her explanation, "No... nothing, I just saw a cockroach, it startled me."

"Cockroach?"

Zeng Xianyong was bewildered, "Do we have cockroaches at home now?"

"Yes."

"If you're afraid, don't worry about it; I'll deal with it when I get home," Zeng Xianyong said with care over the phone.

"Mmm... okay, thank you."

Lin Yuchang was in extreme discomfort, enjoying yet pained, and couldn't make any noise in her predicament, which tortured her immensely.

"You always say thanks for what? Do we really need to be so polite with each other?"

Zeng Xianyong quipped before hanging up the call.

After the call ended, Lin Yuchang finally let out a heavy sigh of relief, but Shen Yuan soon took hold of her right hand, like a rider seizing the reins, and a tempest of impact followed.

"You.. just… said… not… to… move..."

"That wasn't moving, that was doing it!"

Lin Yuchang was too weak to argue, biting her lip in mortification. But her mood was quickly displaced to cloud nine by a wave of overwhelming sensation, leaving no room to think about anything else.

After an hour-long bout, Shen Yuan was ready to leave. Lin Yuchang still held onto him from behind, reluctant to let go, "Can you come keep me company more often in the future?"

Shen Yuan nodded, "I'll come when I'm free."

"Mmm... you said it."

Lin Yuchang playfully explored Shen Yuan's solid abs from behind, "Have you been working out recently? You seem to be getting more muscular."

"Mmm, how else am I going to tame a vixen like you."

Shen Yuan turned around, noticed the Feel-good Index above Lin Yuchang's head had increased to 73, and nodded with satisfaction.

Mrs. Lin's Feel-good Index was rising delightfully. In just a few encounters, it had reached the seventies.

Then Lin Yuchang, unable to resist, tiptoed for another deep kiss from Shen Yuan.

Shen Yuan, feeling the warmth on his lips and holding the voluptuous body in his arms, while inhaling the faint scent of the beautiful woman, involuntarily felt the urge rising again.

Unfortunately, with Zeng Xianyong, who had a halo of green light above his head, about to return, Shen Yuan had no choice but to cease.

After their lingering departure, Shen Yuan took the elevator to the underground garage, and as usual, drove back home.

Meanwhile, Zeng Xianyong was driving his Q5 home when he saw the silver Benz G-Class pass by again, he couldn't help but feel suspicious.

Why is it him again?

Does he live here now?

Zeng Xianyong had been reading news and articles about cheating cases lately, and combined with Lin Yuchang's earlier mention of a cockroach at home, his suspicion grew.

He had lived here for so long, but where had he ever seen a cockroach?

Although he trusted his honest and quiet wife, he knew it was important to maintain a basic level of caution.

So, upon returning home, he first inspected Lin Yuchang, who was ironing clothes, and didn't notice anything amiss.

Then, taking advantage of her focus on ironing, he snuck into her bedroom and searched, finding no trace of a third party on the bed or in the trash can.

Am I overthinking it?

Zeng Xianyong started to doubt himself. Then, he stepped out of the room and asked, "Yuchang, we haven't had any visitors at home recently, have we?"

Lin Yuchang's heart skipped a beat. Had he discovered something?

"No, not at all."

Lin Yuchang forced a calm reply.

As soon as Shen Yuan left, she had immediately changed her clothes and took out Zeng Xianyong's shirt and trousers to iron, but she hadn't had the chance to clean up the sofa yet.

In her peripheral vision, she had just glimpsed Zeng Xianyong slipping into her bedroom; however, the battlefield for her and Shen Yuan's encounter tonight had been on the sofa, so there shouldn't be anything to be discovered in the bedroom, right?

"Oh."

Zeng Xianyong had actually just asked casually, then he inquired, "So, where is the cockroach?"

In fact, Lin Yuchang hadn't really seen a cockroach, but since Zeng Xianyong asked, she had no choice but to point in the direction of the kitchen and say, "It just crawled into the kitchen."

Zeng Xianyong walked into the kitchen. This time he was very thorough, squatting down to search meticulously. Knowing that cockroaches favored dark, damp places, he started by looking around the drainpipe beneath the kitchen sink.

Worried about not being able to see clearly, he even turned on the flashlight on his phone.

Unexpectedly, he really did find a cockroach. Zeng Xianyong wrapped the insect in a tissue, the smile on the corner of his mouth spreading uncontrollably.

It seemed he had been overthinking~

After dealing with the cockroach, Zeng Xianyong, in a great mood, walked out into the living room and said with a smile, "Yuchang, aren't you too timid, being afraid of such a tiny cockroach?"

Zeng Xianyong was a character, finding so much joy in killing a cockroach.

Lin Yuchang gave an awkward smile, never imagining he'd actually find a cockroach in the kitchen.

But this was a good thing; having found the cockroach meant he'd no longer be suspicious.

Thinking about it also gave her a scare; if he'd really discovered something, that would have been quite a spectacle.

Yet at the same time, she felt an odd thrill, finally understanding why so many people enjoyed sneaking around behind their husband's back.

Zeng Xianyong opened a can of ice-cold beer and sat on the sofa, guzzling down a big gulp.

He watched his graceful wife ironing clothes for him, feeling very satisfied. He had intended to move forward and make up for lost time but then thought better of it.

Now, neither his physical strength nor stamina was able to satisfy Lin Yuchang, which was also due to his own body being drained by alcohol and sensual pleasures.

He vaguely remembered the last time they were intimate; not even a minute in, and the fire had gone out, while Lin Yuchang's expression at that time was eerily calm, showing no signs of satisfaction or pleasure.

During such moments, if a woman feels absolutely no joy, it can cause a man a great sense of defeat.

So, his interest in Lin Yuchang diminished significantly, and he could only seek solace among those highly skilled actresses.

With them, Zeng Xianyong could find his sense of male accomplishment.

....

Elsewhere, Shen Yuan drove back to Songhu Tiandi. After showering in the master bedroom's bathroom, he crawled into bed.

Chen Na sensed movement and woke up groggily, clinging to Shen Yuan like a kitten.

"You're back."

Chen Na whispered softly.

Shen Yuan gently stroked her hair like one would pet a cat, saying tenderly, "Did I wake you?"

Chen Na softly shook her head, "It's okay; I'm a light sleeper and usually wake up several times a night."

The vast master bedroom was tranquil, filled only with the soft sounds of their conversation. The Tempur mattress they lay on was very comfortable, with just the right balance of softness and firmness.

Shen Yuan cradled the kitten-like Na Babe in his arms, "You're cooking and washing dishes all by yourself. Aren't you tired? Couldn't we have the housekeeper come over?"

Chen Na rested her charming face against Shen Yuan's chest, feeling satisfied, and said in a plain tone, "I don't get tired doing these chores, and I can't sit still. I'd get bored if I didn't do something."

Shen Yuan smiled, realizing that suddenly having free time could be an adjustment for someone.

Shen Yuan gently pinched her charming cheek, "How are you going to be a wealthy housewife like this?"

"Wealthy housewife?"

Chen Na was taken aback, then responding after catching on, "The term 'wealthy housewife' sounds so old-fashioned. I just want to be your little darling wife."

Shen Yuan's heart melted at her words, touched, he said, "Nana, when Younger Sister Xuan and my parents come back from Sanya, I'll take you to meet my family."

"Hm?"

"Really?"

Chen Na's beautiful eyes lit up, waking up considerably at the idea, but then she grew anxious, "Shen Yuan, do you think... will your uncle and aunt like me?"

Shen Yuan grinned knowingly, "Of course they will. You're so sensible, plus you've given them their grandson or granddaughter. How could they not like you?"

Shen Yuan suspected that Shen Xuan's trip to Sanya with Ms. Li must be flooding her with ideas against marriage.

As for Old Shen, he'd surely understand and keep neutral.

Once again touched, Chen Na couldn't help but hold Shen Yuan tight, burying her face in his chest, "Shen Yuan..."

For Chen Na, her initial ambition was to be nothing more than a canary, never expecting to be introduced to Shen Yuan's family and social circle.

It was beyond her expectations that Shen Yuan had not only let her meet Li Yuhang and her sister, Shen Xuan, but now he was even suggesting they meet his parents. This far exceeded anticipation and made her feel especially cherished.

"Silly girl..."

Shen Yuan patted Chen Na's back to comfort her, and he realized, to his surprise, that her Feel-good Index had actually gone up by 2 points.

[Feel-good Index: 97]

Shen Yuan's feelings toward Chen Na were quite pure; he hadn't planned to increase the Feel-good Index with such matters, but it turned out that it was precisely these unexpected gestures that could touch her.

Shen Yuan patted her fragrant back, and his mind involuntarily wandered to the little aunt in the next room.

He wondered, if he won over the little aunt, would Nana's Feel-good Index towards him decrease...

This was also a problem...

"Shen Yuan."

Chen Na suddenly lifted her languorous, charming face.

"What is it?"
Your next chapter is on empire

Shen Yuan asked.

"The last time I went shopping with Xuanxuan, I bought myself two pairs of Balenciaga stockings."

In the pitch-black room, Chen Na timidly said, "Do you... want to try them out?"

"...."