I am not just a tycoon

On the other hand, Chen Na returned to her own apartment.

She had worked only half a day today, and in the afternoon, she had gone shopping and dining with Shen Yuan. Then, she encountered the farce involving Zeng Xianyong and Xie Haijie, which left her feeling somewhat exhausted by the end of the day.

However, there was still something to be happy about, and that was the Prada Shen Yuan had bought for her today.

Chen Na, filled with anticipation, opened the Prada shopping bag and took out the purse.

She hadn't looked closely at it in the store, and she was with Shen Yuan all afternoon, so she felt a bit embarrassed to open it right away.

But now that she was back in her own cozy home, she didn't have to worry about others' opinions.

After all, this was the handbag she had been coveting for a long time!

However, before she could admire it for a few minutes, her phone rang, and Chen Na instinctively picked it up, finding that it was her best friend Qianqian calling.

Qianqian was her long-time best friend; the two had been close since junior high and had more than a decade of friendship between them.

Furthermore, both were car saleswomen, except Qianqian worked for Ferrari and she for Land Rover.

"Hello, Nana, what are you up to?"

A lazy female voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Just got home. What's up?"

"I missed you, so I thought I'd give you a call and chat."

"Perfect timing—I've got some things I want to hear your opinion on too."

Chen Na thought of what Shen Yuan had proposed to her that afternoon and planned to get some advice from her best friend.

"What is it?"

"A guy said he'd invest 300,000 yuan to help me open a store, and he'd even pay me a salary of 12,000 yuan, plus after three months, he'd give me a car worth 200,000 yuan. Do you think he wants to keep me as his mistress? But he has already..."

"Nana, you haven't been conned, have you?"

Qianqian interrupted Chen Na abruptly. Her first thought was of this possibility, considering the amount of fraud out there these days one had to be cautious.

Moreover, nowadays, scammers' tactics are very cunning, and people around Qianqian had fallen for them before.

Nana was so attractive; she might end up getting tricked out of both her money and her looks.

Chen Na shook her head, "That won't happen, I've met him a few times, and last time he bought a Defender from me. Today, he even bought me a 40,000 yuan Prada."

"What the hell!"

Qianqian was jolted awake on the other end, suddenly perking up: "He just went and bought you a 40,000 yuan bag? He's that rich?"

"How old is he? I remember the people who buy Land Rovers are usually middle-aged men."

Qianqian immediately dismissed her previous suspicion, considering that anyone who could buy a Defender, which was close to a million yuan, couldn't be a scammer. Especially since the man Nana spoke of had also bought her a 40,000 yuan handbag.

"He's only twenty-one years old."

"So young and already driving a Land Rover? Is he handsome?"

"Kind of cute."

"What were you saying just now? He wants to spend 300,000 yuan to help you open a store and is also going to give you a car worth 200,000 yuan?"

"Uh-huh...."

"Oh my God!"

Qianqian couldn't help but exclaim in admiration: "With a guy who's rich, handsome, and young, what more do you have to think about?"

Qianqian was nearly dying of envy on the other end of the line. How come she never met such a tycoon in the same sales career? She even sold Ferraris, which were higher-end than the Land Rovers Chen Na sold. Logically, she should have had more chances to meet these types of men!

"But he's five years younger than me…"

"So what? They say a woman three years older than a man is like grasping a gold brick, and in his case rounding up, it's like grasping two gold bricks."

"But he has a girlfriend…"

Chen Na said somewhat sheepishly.

"Just a girlfriend?"

"Are you crazy, Nana? With conditions like his, it wouldn't matter even if he had a wife! Besides, he only has a girlfriend. You can totally snatch him away!"

Qianqian thought her best friend had lost her senses. If he wasn't married, wasn't that even better?

There would be a chance to become his official partner!

Qianqian had been working at Ferrari for five or six years, and initially, she just wanted to earn money.

But gradually, as she interacted with more rich people, her views on choosing a partner changed.

There used to be a hot topic online: "Is it better to laugh sitting on the back of a bicycle or cry sitting inside a BMW?"

When Qianqian first started working, she would definitely have chosen the former, but now she wouldn't hesitate to choose the latter.

What she thought was, if you're riding a bicycle, where can you find the laughter?

In fact, Qianqian's situation was not an isolated case, as most girls' thoughts and concepts were influenced by the people and things around them after they started working.

When you're in school, there's no need to consider real-life factors, but once you start working, you'll encounter various problems, such as the basic necessities of clothing, food, housing, and transportation, not to mention the clothes, brand-name bags, and cosmetics that girls love to buy...

All of these can only be bought with money.

How much is a month's salary?

If a man is willing to spend tens of thousands a month to support you, would you still want to continue working like a horse or an ox?

Especially if that person is both young and handsome!

"Uh..."

"Nana, are you feeling a bit conflicted?"

"Yeah."

Chen Na still had some hesitation in the end, feeling that everything should be based on the foundation of feelings.

After thinking for a moment, Qianqian said, "How about this, don't be conflicted anymore, just refer this little tycoon to me, and let me bear all this for you!"

Chen Na was stunned, "Don't you have a boyfriend?"

"What about having a boyfriend? If I had such a sugar daddy to support me, I'd dump him right away."

"Uh... okay, I'll think about it some more."

"Yeah."

After hanging up the phone with her best friend, Chen Na looked at the bag on the table and at the same time recalled Shen Yuan's appearance, lost in deep confusion...

...

Within the luxurious room 808, Shen Yuan completed the "game" this time in forty minutes.

But even after a lengthy game, he didn't feel exhausted or weak, still as energetic and full of vitality as he was before it started!

Fang Minhui's cheeks were a rosy red, and she looked at Shen Yuan with a dazed expression, "How come you feel different tonight compared to last time?"

Shen Yuan laughed, hugged Fang Minhui into his arms, and looked straight at her, "In what way different?"

Fang Minhui's cheeks turned even redder, and she turned her head away, not looking at him, "I won't say it; you know it yourself."

"Is it because I got stronger?"

"Mmm..."

Fang Minhui nodded shyly, thinking to herself that it wasn't just stronger but also more forceful.

Hence, tonight's experience was better; during the over forty-minute "game," she had reached the peak twice.

"Do you like it?"

"..."

Fang Minhui bit her lip, not speaking, finding it somewhat embarrassing to say out loud.

With added confidence, Shen Yuan suggested more boldly, "Another round?"

"Wait a bit..."

Fang Minhui pouted her lips, feeling like taking a short break.

"This time, you lead the game."

Shen Yuan slapped his thigh, signaling her to come on top.

He had just remembered that Fang Minhui had learned to dance, making her far more flexible than the average girl.

This kind of waist he hadn't experienced yet, and he was somewhat eager to try.

Fang Minhui looked a bit troubled, "But I don't know how to..."

"You can learn if you don't know how to."

Shen Yuan thought to himself that those girls skilled in the art had all learned through repeated practice, not overnight geniuses.

Just as Shen Yuan was about to continue persuading her, his phone 'ding-dong' chimed with a notification.

He picked it up to see a message from Old Cao on WeChat.

"Old Third, when are you coming back tonight?"

Shen Yuan couldn't be bothered to reply to him, so he just silenced his phone and threw it on the nightstand. If he told him that he wouldn't come back tonight, he would surely ask where he was staying.

And then it would never end.

...