I am not just a tycoon

"Huh?"

Not just Shi Zhixuan, even Peang Yayun and Aisha froze for a moment.

The female store manager smiled and said, "Perhaps President Yu hasn't had a chance to inform the three of you yet, but the physical cards won't be available until tomorrow."

"Oh, oh, thank you."

"I won't disturb the three of you any further then. Wishing you the best with your dance practice."

After speaking, the store manager politely left. The three exchanged glances, and Peang Yayun covered her mouth and said, "So that means from now on, we'll never have to spend money on fitness, dance practice, or health checkups again."

Shi Zhixuan nodded thoughtfully, "From what she said, that does seem to be the case."

Aisha rested her chin on her palm, sensing that there might be more to the situation. She asked, "Do you think this is Shen Yuan's doing?"

Peang Yayun pondered for a moment, "He might be trying to encourage us to dance more, exercise more, and practice yoga more."

Aisha frowned and said, "So... does that mean he thinks our figures aren't good enough and he's trying to push us, right?"

In reality, Shen Yuan had no such intention; he wasn't even aware of the whole VIP card matter.

Shi Zhixuan glanced down at her figure. Years of dance practice had equipped her with a curvy silhouette and a slender waist. Was there even room for improvement?

Besides, it's all speculation—it might even be President Yu's decision instead.

But seeing Aisha's adorable expression, she couldn't resist teasing, "Maybe it's about criticizing you two while I'm just the innocent dance partner."

Aisha's self-esteem deflated instantly, "Sorry, it's my fault for dragging you both down."

She started to self-PUA, as she had the smallest chest in the group, only a B-cup, while Zhixuan's and Yayun's seemed to be at least C-cup.

Peang Yayun patted her shoulder, "It might also be my fault. Though my cup size is bigger, my legs longer, my hips aren't curvy enough."

Aisha raised her puppy eyes, "Yayun, that's actually kind of hurtful."

"Listen here, Aisha."

Peang Yayun chuckled and said, "You can't train your chest by working out—unless a man's touch makes them grow. You should let Shen Yuan touch you more often, maybe it'll work."

Aisha's cheeks flushed immediately, "Yayun, you're always teasing me."

"Who's teasing you?"

Peang Yayun said seriously, "I'm being truthful. Check online if you don't believe me."

Aisha, unfamiliar with this kind of knowledge, looked to Peang Yayun for answers, "Zhixuan, is she telling the truth?"

Feeling somewhat embarrassed with the topic, Shi Zhixuan replied, "I've never been touched by a guy, how would I know?"

Aisha blinked her pretty eyes and turned back to Peang Yayun, "Yayun, tell me then, what's it like being touched by a man?"

"Hehe, I'm not telling," Peang Yayun said coyly.

Recalling those hands, she felt a bit mesmerized—slender, well-proportioned, with defined knuckles. They were big enough to cover her entire chest.

If she were to sum it up in two words... comfortable.

Aisha wasn't giving up. She walked over, clung to Peang Yayun's arm, and said, "Tell me, Yayun. I'll treat you to spicy hot pot tonight."

"I'm not eating spicy hot pot. Don't want to gain more weight."

"Then I'll treat you to dinner tomorrow, how about that?"

"Hmm... Okay, I'll reluctantly share then."

Peang Yayun sat cross-legged on the floor. Aisha hurriedly sat down beside her. Shi Zhixuan didn't sit but was doing warm-up stretches nearby while tuning her ears toward them.

Noticeably annoyed by Zhixuan's pretense, Peang Yayun whispered intentionally, causing Zhixuan to lean closer since she couldn't hear clearly.

"Alright, alright, stop pretending. Sit down and listen properly—aren't we all sisters in hardship anyway?" Peang Yayun said.

And so, Shi Zhixuan brushed back her hair and sat down cross-legged as well.

Peang Yayun closed her eyes and reminisced, her face showing a blissful expression as she began, "When his hand first touched me, my body instinctively flinched; I even tried blocking him with my hand... but eventually, those hands made me not want to resist. They felt so comfortable, a gentle tingling like electricity coursing through my body. My legs unconsciously straightened, and my mind became fuzzy..."

Listening to this, Shi Zhixuan and Aisha were drawn in, their cheeks unknowingly reddened.

Aisha bit her pinky finger nervously, and Shi Zhixuan snapped out of it, saying, "That's enough, let's start practicing dance."

"Why the rush? That was just the beginning—haven't even talked about other details. Shen Yuan can be gentle sometimes, but rough at others. And he's really good at tearing clothes. When he tears them off, you feel embarrassed and frustrated, wanting to stop him yet also cover your exposed skin... but somehow it all gets a little... indecent."

Peang Yayun mischievously glanced at the two of them, "Do you two want to try experiencing what it feels like to have your clothes torn?"

Aisha bit her finger harder and, picturing the scenario, shook her head furiously.

"Uh... You all chat; I'm heading to the washroom."

Listening to that heated discussion, Shi Zhixuan's face turned crimson, her breath quickening slightly. A splash of cold water was definitely needed to cool down.

Aisha pouted, her appetite not satisfied, "Yayun, I still want to hear more—can't you tell me about it tonight back at the dorm?"

Peang Yayun tickled Aisha's ribs, "Who'd have thought, Aisha? You've got quite the naughty streak."

"…"

After dinner, Shen Yuan dropped off Su Xuewei in the parking lot of her complex. As he got out of the driver's seat, he spread his arms wide, "I won't come up. See you next time."

"See you next time."

Su Xuewei gave Shen Yuan a quick hug and immediately pulled away; she was worried he might take advantage of the moment.

At the elevator, she pressed the button, turned back, and saw Shen Yuan still standing there watching her. She broke into a smile, her pearly teeth and starry eyes dazzling as she waved at him before stepping inside.

Back home, as she was about to change shoes, Su Jingjie rushed over from his desk, puffing his chest proudly, "Sis, you're back!"

Su Xuewei patted his little head, "Mm-hmm. Have you been well-behaved? Gotten dinner?"

Su Jingjie proudly straightened his posture, "Of course! Almost done with my homework already, and I ate takeout with mom earlier."

"Good."

"Hey sis?"

"Hmm?"

"What were you playing with brother-in-law that kept you out so long?" Su Jingjie asked curiously.

"Uh... Nothing much."

"It must've been super fun! Can you take me next time?"

Su Xuewei felt flustered and rubbed her temples, "Hmm, you go finish your homework first."

"But promise you'll take me next time!"

…

The next two days, Shen Yuan didn't have much to do, so he decided to secretly inspect some of his businesses. However, perhaps due to his striking appearance and demeanor—plus having Tan Xin by his side—he'd barely started "inspecting" before being recognized.

At Chenlang Law Firm and Silver Shield Security, he was identified almost immediately after registering with security; Shen Yuan even suspected his photo must've circulated among the businesses. His visits to the clubhouse and golf venue were even crazier; his car hadn't fully parked when senior executives came rushing to greet him—even though he was driving the most inconspicuous Defender.

Having executives escort him ruined the purpose of a secret inspection, so Shen Yuan simply glanced around and refused their offers to stay, heading back to Silver Lake Bay.

On the third day, the occasion was to check out private jets. Ji Ya had already coordinated with Golden Deer Business in advance. Several models had been shortlisted for viewing.

The focus was on two models: the Gulfstream G700 and Bombardier Global 7500.

These two brands dominated 67% of the domestic market for corporate jets and 68% globally. Shen Yuan wasn't specifically targeting high-sales models but was aware that successful brands tend to have more service centers, making maintenance and repairs more convenient.

For less popular models, even servicing could become difficult. Unlike a car, maintaining a private jet isn't as simple as an oil change or brake check.

Aside from Gulfstream and Bombardier, Boeing and Airbus also make private jets, but they repurpose large wide-body planes.

These jets, initially designed to accommodate over a hundred passengers, are converted into private jets with over 300 square meters of space—larger than a typical flat apartment.

However, that was beyond Shen Yuan's budget. While he might be a tycoon, he wasn't exactly an oil-rich Middle Eastern magnate.