I am not just a tycoon

The pale blue shoulder straps are exceptionally striking, the cotton white underwear soaked with water makes the pale blue curves appear heavy.

The water droplets continue downwards, revealing the skin on the abdomen and waist, which slightly contracts with Zhou Peiwei's movements, creating a subtle adhesion between the fabric and the skin.

The true temptation of a wet body.

It's much more impactful than what you see in those small movies.

"Shen Yuan, you're lying again," Zhou Peiwei said while biting her lower lip.

"How can it be deceiving when I'm serving you? Turn around, let me help you wash your back and hips...."

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After spending an hour in playful water games with Zhou Peiwei in the bathroom, then rocking the bed for another hour, she finally fell into a deep sleep like a dead fish. Watching her rosy face breathe evenly, Shen Yuan felt a sense of satisfaction.

Well, it's now time to take care of her best friend.

He walked into Luo Bingying's room, where only a weak bedside lamp was lit. Luo Bingying sat at the bedside wearing thick beige fur clothing, which had a lace hollow inner garment with scanty fabric. Aside from two-thirds of her bust, the rest was veiled under layers.

The inner garment had a slim design, accentuating her shapely bust and slender waist. While the lower body wore tight shorts in the same color, her legs wore flesh-colored stockings.

Obviously, Luo Bingying had completed the second assignment Shen Yuan gave her. She wasn't wearing this outfit earlier.

Luo Bingying looked up at Shen Yuan and uneasily rubbed her legs.

"Did you take the item off?" Shen Yuan asked.

"Yes," Luo Bingying lowered her head.

"Did I give you permission to do so?" Shen Yuan raised an eyebrow.

"But I needed to shower."

"Who said you had to take it off for a shower?"

Luo Bingying didn't respond, staring at the ground with a lowered head: "Shen Yuan, can you not be mean to me? You weren't like this before."

"I'm not being mean. I thought you'd get it."

Shen Yuan sat beside Luo Bingying, quietly observing the face he'd known for more than ten years.

Her skin was as white as snow, with a pearly sheen, and up close it appeared pure like a mountain spring. Her nose was beautifully straight, with smooth lines at the tip, and her profile had a slight hump that added a touch of heroism to her features.

Her eyebrows and eyes naturally carried a sense of distance, and her restrained expression made her seem quite aloof when keeping a cold face.

However, at this moment, she appeared like a shy bud waiting to be plucked.

"So, are you ready?" Shen Yuan asked.

Luo Bingying remained silent.

"Whether you're ready or not, I'm going to proceed."

Luo Bingying continued to remain silent, only grasping the bedsheet more tightly.

Shen Yuan picked up his phone and opened a photo: "Help me figure out this senior year math problem; it's been troubling me for days."

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Luo Bingying stared blankly at Shen Yuan for quite a while: "You come in shirtless, ask me to change my outfit, and it's all for solving a math problem?"

"I saw you were too tense, just trying to lighten the atmosphere."

After all, she's his first love, and Shen Yuan remembered her quirk: she spoke very little when nervous.

This math problem was actually sent to Shen Yuan by that girl Wei Ke'er; whenever she's free, she'd frequently send problems for him to solve. Shen Yuan, being terrible at studies, can't solve these math problems or even multiple-choice or fill-in questions.

The miserable life of a senior year was filled with reviews and test papers, probably feeling like a break for Wei Ke'er.

Luo Bingying blinked her eyes, took Shen Yuan's hand in her palm, and gently rubbed it: "I remember your hands didn't look this nice before."

Surface cool, joints distinct, long and proportionate; such hands usually only appear in comics.

Shen Yuan nearly forgot this girl was a hand fetish.

Luo Bingying was lost in these hands, unable to extricate herself, and Shen Yuan didn't even need to do much as a rosy hue slowly climbed up her cheeks, her legs slightly closing.

Shen Yuan asked: "Where do you want these hands to touch you?"

Luo Bingying blushed and shook her head.

To let Luo Bingying see his hand movements clearly, Shen Yuan sat behind her, taking off her fur coat, and then started to move under her gaze.

A wish from many years ago was fulfilled this night.

Late into the night, only soft pants and card sounds could be heard in the room.

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"With your hand, Shen Yuan, with your hand."

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"Don't shout so loudly, do you want your best friend to hear?"

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Spent a pleasant two days and nights with the two best friends, and on the third day, Shen Yuan returned, ready to console another pair of best friends.

Time flew by, aside from business matters, Shen Yuan was indulging in scattering seeds freely, and the private jet was delivered three months later.

Aside from taking the class belle over Tibet once, the private jet hadn't gone abroad, and finally, this Gulfstream G650ER had the opportunity to fly overseas after the New Year.

This was to have a wedding with Lih Xiao overseas.

Shen Yuan chose a private island, Laosala Island in Fiji, originally owned by the Red Bull co-founder Dietrich Mateschitz. After his death, his son invested heavily to transform it into an ultra-luxury private vacation island.

During development, the island retained its original tropical rainforest ecology, with vegetation coverage exceeding 85% and a rich variety of flora and fauna.

The island has 25 independent villas, each equipped with a private pool, outdoor showers, and exclusive butler service. It's more like a vacation than a wedding.

At Huanghua Airport's VIP lounge, aside from Shen Yuan's parents, there was Shen Xuan, along with Lih Xiao, Lih Meng, and their parents, Old Lih and Loo Zhen, including relatives from both families.

Such as Shen Yuan's uncle, Shen Yuan's grandma, and uncles, along with Lih Xiao's uncles and aunts.

Grandma, holding a cane, was wearing a new cotton coat bought by Shen Yuan, warmly said while grasping Lih Xiao's hand: "So beautiful."

Lih Xiao's smile made her eyes curve: "Thank you Grandma, you look very energetic too, you don't look like you're nearing 80."

"Where, I'm already one foot in the grave, dear old lady."

Grandma first noticed Lih Xiao and found her belly slightly protruding, worriedly said: "Pregnant, still flying, you must take care of yourself."

"Yes Grandma, don't worry, Shen Yuan will take good care of me."

Grandma shook her head and became serious: "How can Yuan take care of people? He's only good at causing trouble. You don't know, when he was in the village..."

While Grandma was telling embarrassing stories of Shen Yuan's childhood, Li Hongjuan pulled Shen Yuan aside and whispered: "Shen Yuan, now that you're marrying Xiaoxiao, what about Nana and Minhui?"

"Mom, listen to your words, am I going to host three weddings?"

Shen Yuan proposed: "Why not just keep the island for two more weeks, save the wedding setup, and transition seamlessly."

"Say that again and I'll slap you."

Li Hongjuan, displeased, said: "What I mean is for you to be nice to Nana and Minhui, compensate in other ways, otherwise I'll feel uncomfortable."

Shen Yuan smiled: "Don't worry, I'm kind to them, and they won't know I'm hosting a wedding outside."

"It better be this way."

Li Hongjuan further advised: "Also, besides Xiaoxiao, don't bring others to meet Grandma. Your Grandma is old and quite traditional, can't bear to see you with three wives."

"I understand."

"Also, how much did you spend on booking the island this time?" Li Hongjuan asked.

"Guess."

"I'll guess, guess your head."

"Mom, just relax, consider it a vacation. See how relaxed my dad is."

Shen Yuan pointed at Shen Heping not far away: "Hat and sunglasses on, hands in pockets, not recognizing anyone, when was he ever this casual before?"

"What an attitude!"

Li Hongjuan looked disdainful.

Lih Meng sat on the chair kicking her legs, her gaze wandering. She's been a stewardess for so long, yet it's her first time entering the VIP lounge as a VIP passenger.

Just encountered two colleagues who knew she was taking a private jet abroad, allowed her a gentle display.