I am not just a tycoon

"Who else could it be but Shen Yuan? Mainly, I was foolish. My heart softened, and I went along with him."

Liew Menglu put on a show as though she was the victim.

But in reality, her heart was filled with glee. Flaunting before a close friend who couldn't stand to see her do well—oh, the feeling was just too good.

This…

Hou Qianqian's suspicions were confirmed, and all at once she felt terrible. When three close friends were together, why was it that only she seemed to lead such a hard life?

There was truly no justice in the world!!

However, Hou Qianqian felt that Liew Menglu was being overly dramatic. For something that was mutually consensual, why put on such an act?

As if someone forced you!

Having been close friends for so many years, she knew Liew Menglu too well. From various behaviors, it was clear that she was the one actively pursuing Shen Yuan.

"Meng Lu, this isn't right, is it? After all, Nana is with Shen Yuan. Have you talked to her about this?"

Hou Qianqian decided not to indulge Liew Menglu and went straight for the jugular, calling out her facade as the other woman.

Seeing this message on WeChat, Liew Menglu smiled, evading the weighty issues and replied lightly, "Anyway, I don't intend to be the main wife. Shen Yuan will talk to Nana about it, and I'm sure Nana will understand me."

"By the way, do you know any salespeople for Porsche and Maserati? If you do, send me their business cards. I'm going to look at cars today."

Being close friends, they knew each other through and through. Liew Menglu was well aware of what Hou Qianqian was thinking but such tactics were ineffective against her.

So, she immediately steered the conversation to what really mattered.

Having been a fitness coach for so long, she had quite a broad network, including salespeople for Maserati and Porsche in her social circle, but she just wanted to ask Hou Qianqian, allowing her to experience the stark disparities in life.

Hou Qianqian's eyelid twitched, "Porsche and Maserati? Is Shen Yuan changing cars?"

Liew Menglu added another stab, "No, he's going to buy one for me."

"....."

Hou Qianqian's scalp tingled. She might have doubted it if it had been any other man, but she had personally witnessed Shen Yuan spending 3 million to buy a house for Nana. Since Meng Lu had said so, it must be true he was going to buy one.

Porsche or Maserati, those would all cost over a million, right?

Hou Qianqian's eyes reddened with jealousy.

She really hadn't expected Meng Lu's favors to be so costly—were they really worth a million-dollar luxury car for one night?!

At this moment, Hou Qianqian very much wanted to ask Shen Yuan: Do I stand a chance?

I don't need a million-dollar luxury car, even a BBA would do!

Clearly, Hou Qianqian was soundly defeated in this exchange. Her heart was thoroughly pierced, and she still had to send over the business cards for Porsche and Maserati.

Looking at the business cards that had appeared on her phone screen, Liew Menglu felt an immense satisfaction inside.

At this time, the hotel manager had also delivered the disposable underwear.

Liew Meng Lu was quite helpless because she wanted to dress herself, but Shen Yuan insisted on helping her. The embarrassing part was that the bra was too small, and it was very tight when she put it on.

Coach Liew's face blushed with embarrassment, nearly out of breath.

The hotel manager probably underestimated Liew Meng Lu's size—Coach Liew had a large E cup.

In reality, most Chinese girls' sizes are around B, with many A's, and having a C is already considered good among ordinary people, not to mention a D.

So, an E like Coach Liew's is quite rare in real life, which is why the hotel manager was neglectful.

In the end, there was no choice but for Coach Liew to wear yesterday's bra, although she could wear the new underwear.

At this time, Shen Yuan also realized that Coach Liew's Feel-Good Index towards him had increased. Last night during the basketball game, the highest value was 82, but now it had reached 86.

A smile tugged at the corners of Shen Yuan's mouth. It seemed that reaching a Feel-Good Index of 90 and getting the reward was now much closer.

Afterward, Shen Yuan suggested that Coach Liew take a taxi to the 4S store by herself while he drove to Lih Xiao's counselor's home.

Meanwhile, at Guanting Renovation Company.

In the General Manager's office, Wan Renmin was reviewing last month's financial report with his head down. After a while, he looked up at Su Xuewei across from him and said earnestly,

"Xuewei, you've been interning here for three months. Everyone can see that you work well; you really do a good job. Your master, Foo Zhengmei, also often praises you for being smart and learning quickly."

"But to be a good home design consultant, you need more than professional skills; maintaining good customer relations is equally important. What you lack is the ability to interact with customers."

"It just so happens that your master's client yesterday is about your age; you should have common topics to talk about. I suggest you start with this client to practice and enhance your interpersonal skills."

"From time to time, you can show a bit of concern, not only with work, but also communicate on a personal level. You know, sometimes what moves customers is not necessarily the design proposal, but our service."

Wan Renmin had observed carefully last night; Shen Yuan had shown interest in Su Xuewei. Now, as long as Su Xuewei added fuel to the fire, the order would be a sure deal.

After saying this, he asked, "Understand?"

Su Xuewei lifted her confused gaze to Wan Renmin, then quickly lowered her head again and said, "Understood, Mr. Wan."

Wan Renmin waved his hand, "Okay, go on."

"Mm-hmm."

Su Xuewei left Mr. Wan's office and returned to her desk. She took a deep breath, took out her phone, and clicked on his profile to take a look.

His screen name was "Windy," with an avatar of Luffy from One Piece. However, his Moments were set to show only the recent month's content, and there had been no updates lately.

At that moment, Foo Zhengmei came over, called Su Xuewei into her office, and asked, "Xuewei, what did Mr. Wan say to you just now?"

Foo Zhengmei was her mentor, and they were very open with each other. Su Xuewei pursed her lips and said, "Mr. Wan wants me to interact more with Mr. Shen. He says my interpersonal skills are too weak and that I need more practice."

Foo Zhengmei looked at the beautiful young woman in front of her, sighed softly, and after starting to speak then stopping, she finally said,

"Mr. Wan is not wrong; interpersonal interaction is your weakness. But what I want to say is, no one is perfect in every aspect. If there's something you're good at, there will definitely be things you're not good at."

"Everything requires a step-by-step approach. If you feel pressured, you don't need to rush this step—you can take your time. Do you understand?"

Foo Zhengmei's advice was heartfelt, her words laced with concern. She said the same phrase, "Do you understand?" but the meaning she conveyed was utterly different, filling Su Xuewei with a warm glow inside.

"Actually, these are not the kind of things I should say, but in you, I see my younger self. I too grew up groping my way forward just like you are now."

"Just be yourself and don't compromise too much," Foo Zhengmei added another line.

Su Xuewei nodded vigorously: "I understand, Master."

"Alright, go ahead."

Back at her desk, Su Xuewei took out her phone, a trace of defiance flickering in her beautiful eyes.

She understood her master wanted the best for her, but this was a step she ultimately had to take.

She then sent Shen Yuan a WeChat message: "Mr. Shen, good morning/emjio. Sun/"

Meanwhile, Shen Yuan was driving. Seeing Su Xuewei's WeChat message, he smiled knowingly.

Shen Yuan: "Morning. We should be about the same age, just call me Shen Yuan."

Su Xuewei: "My master says that I should use honorifics with clients. I'll still call you Mr. Shen."

Shen Yuan couldn't help but laugh. Such a silly girl!

Instead of continuing to message on WeChat, he called Chen Na and said gently after the call connected, "Na Babe, what are you doing?"

"I'm at the coffee shop, learning to make coffee with Xiaoqiu," came Chen Na's voice over the phone.

Shen Yuan: "How far have you gotten? Last time, I remember you were working on cappuccinos."

Chen Na: "Now I'm learning lattes. I'm almost there. When will you come by to try it?"

Shen Yuan: "I'm a bit busy these next few days. I'm not sure when I'll be free, but I have some good news for you."

Chen Na: "What is it?"

Shen Yuan: "I'm planning to buy you a car to replace that Fit."

In fact, Shen Yuan had thought about creating a surprise by directly ordering a Maserati MC20 for Chen Na. She used to be a car saleswoman and understood cars, having definite preferences for configurations and colors.

So he decided it would be better to go with her preferences and let her choose for herself.

"Ah?"

Chen Na was taken aback and a bit slow to react. She had just purchased a house not long ago—why was he now buying her a car?

She untied her apron and stepped out from behind the bar, trying to persuade him, "Shen Yuan, don't waste your money. I already have a car to drive; it's just for getting around. There's no need."

"Listen to me, buying a car for my woman is nothing. We're not short on money," Shen Yuan said without a doubt.

He used to despise domineering CEOs in TV dramas—never expecting to one day become the very thing he disliked.

Shen Yuan sighed to himself.

"Um..."

Chen Na was at a loss, but Shen Yuan spoke very assertively, and she didn't dare to rebuke him. Then Shen Yuan asked, "What kind of car do you like? Don't settle for something cheap; get something with a bit of flair."

Nana was a thrifty girl who had wanted to save money when buying a house. Shen Yuan guessed she'd probably want a B-class car valued around two or three hundred thousand this time too. But he was aiming to cash in rebates and couldn't let her choose a cheap model.

"Shen Yuan, there's no need for anything too expensive," she demurred.

"A regular B-class car will do, like an Audi A4 or a similar model."

Just as Shen Yuan expected, Chen Na went for a B-class car.

"No!"

Shen Yuan firmly said, "It can't be a car worth less than 2 million."

"2 million??"

Chen Na gasped. She had just bought a house close to 3 million, and now a car worth 2 million?

No, not less than 2 million—which meant it had to be at least over 2 million!

Just as men have their dream cars, many women also have their favorite cars in mind, and Chen Na's top pick was the Maserati MC20—a two-door sports car with a 3.0T engine and 630 horsepower.

Of course, what she loved most was the MC20's appearance.

"Shen Yuan... that's too expensive..."

Chen Na was too embarrassed to accept it. Although she was like a caged canary, this gift was extremely lavish. She had hesitated for a long time over the previous house, and now it was a supercar.

"Your birthday is coming up soon, right? This is your early birthday present. Don't worry about the money; your man is rich!"

Shen Yuan declared with a domineering CEO tone again.

The last time they bought the house, Shen Yuan saw Nana's ID number. She was turning 27 early next month, and that time was fast approaching.

After he helped Chen Na and Liew Menglu buy their cars, he would have at least twenty-something million in hand. Shen Yuan also planned to reward himself by buying another car for himself.

The Defender was nice, but with the members of his 'harem' driving sports cars worth over 2 million, driving the Defender did seem somewhat beneath his status.

"Shen Yuan..."

Between the big house and the luxury car, Chen Na couldn't help but be moved, feeling an indescribable flutter in her heart. Suddenly, she really wanted to see him.

However, Shen Yuan just chuckled and said, "No problem. You can just thank me properly when we meet next time."

"..."