I am not just a tycoon

Shen Yuan pinched her cheek, leaving two white marks on her smooth skin. Aisha woke up groggily, and their eyes met. Embarrassed, she burrowed into Shen Yuan's arms again.

"Still don't want to wake up? The sun's already shining on your back."

Shen Yuan wrapped his other hand around her waist under the blanket.

This little girl really was fragile. Last night he didn't even dare to exert too much force. Even when he quickened his pace slightly, her expression turned pained.

But this sort of thing requires adaptation; gradually, she became more comfortable later on.

"It's fine. If you want to keep sleeping, I'll sleep a bit with you."

Shen Yuan said softly, "Sleep, sleep, my adorable little Aisha, my cute little girl… Oh, wait—that's not right. Can't call you a girl now; you've lost your innocence. I should call you a woman now."

Aisha raised her tearful eyes in grievance, "I'm not a woman; I'm still a girl."

Shen Yuan chuckled, "Alright, alright. A girl, a girl—you'll always be a girl."

"I don't even know how to face Sister Zhixuan and Sister Yayun… Sister Zhixuan just came into my room earlier. I heard her, but I didn't dare open my eyes."

"What's there to feel embarrassed about? Maybe she even envies you."

"Really?"

Aisha blinked her beautiful eyes.

"Absolutely."

"I hope so." Aisha lowered her head again.

After lazing around for another half an hour, Shen Yuan freed Aisha to freshen up. At that moment, Peng Yayun happened to come out of the master bedroom, and upon spotting Shen Yuan, she clung to his arm and whined, "Shen Yuan, you didn't spend time with me last night. I was hoping to see you first thing when I woke up this morning."

"Who asked you to sleep like a dead fish?"

"There you go again, blaming me. If I weren't up against the wall, I wouldn't… People have limited stamina, you know."

Shen Yuan waved his hand dismissively, "Alright, next time we'll see if there's an opportunity for everyone to sleep together. Go check on Aisha and comfort her a bit."

"Poor little Aisha, you've taken her too."

Peng Yayun asked, "And Zhixuan? Did you…?"

"Didn't go find her last night."

"Oh… Well, Sister Zhixuan seems to have it worse then."

Peng Yayun muttered under her breath, convinced that not being "claimed" by Shen Yuan was even more pitiful than losing one's innocence.

Peng Yayun walked into Aisha's room and saw the little Aisha still lying in bed. Smiling, she said, "Aisha, congrats on unlocking a new milestone in life."

"What's there to congratulate about…?" Aisha covered the lower half of her face with a quilt, looking shy.

"Of course! You've officially leveled up from a girl to a woman now." Peng Yayun sat beside Aisha, smiling playfully.

"No, I haven't. I'm still a girl."

"Girl it is, then. Whatever you say—it's the same to me. So, how was it last night? Comfortable?" Peng Yayun raised her eyebrows teasingly.

"It hurt a bit."

"That's normal for the first time."

"Sister Yayun… You lied to me."

"How did I lie to you?"

Aisha pursed her lips in grievance, "You said a boy's massage would make them bigger, but it didn't."

"It's not like one massage can cause such a noticeable change—just like working out. You can't expect to lose weight after one trip to the gym. But if you work out consistently, you'll lose weight. Massaging works the same way."

"You're lying to me again."

"I'm really not. Let me ask you—did you feel a tingling sensation when it happened? Kind of numb and comfortable?" Peng Yayun grinned mischievously and gave her a playful push.

"Well… kind of."

"Then that's it—that's a sign they'll get bigger."

"Really?"

"Of course, no doubt about it."

....

After helping Aisha freshen up, Peng Yayun accompanied her downstairs for breakfast. Shi Zhixuan saw Aisha's flushed cheeks and Peng Yayun's radiant complexion, and her heart grew even heavier.

Aisha and Yayun have both been with Shen Yuan. Only I… How am I worse than them?

But it wasn't just her; even Shen Yuan felt a bit of regret. Still, saving her for next time—delayed gratification is the sweetest.

After breakfast, the dance group was planning to head out. Shi Zhixuan intended to visit Jingfu to work on preparations for her dance studio. Aisha had classes in the afternoon, and Peng Yayun had nothing planned, so she could accompany Shi Zhixuan to Jingfu.

After all, her stake in the company made her somewhat of a shareholder.

But just before they were about to leave, Peng Yayun suddenly thought of something, "Should we go check in on Sister Nana?"

Shi Zhixuan paused, "You mean… the 'Head Wife'?"

The first time they performed a dance at Green Bamboo Lake, Chen Na was also there. Her pregnant belly, her confident and elegant posture, and the demeanor she exuded made it hard not to assume she was Shen Yuan's "Head Wife."

"That's right."

Peng Yayun remembered what happened last time with a twinge of bitterness. Back then, she hadn't cleaned out her "fishbowl" entirely—her contacts still had a few guys she played around with, and the people she associated with were rather mixed. Who would've thought Shen Yuan wouldn't say much about it, but Chen Na gave her a stern talking-to instead?

Since then, Peng Yayun realized that if she truly wanted to follow Shen Yuan, she'd have to cut ties with the past.

She emptied her fishbowl completely and stopped mingling with those kinds of people.

At the same time, she came to a clear understanding: Shen Yuan had many women, and if she wanted to secure her place, she'd have to band together with others.

Chen Na was undoubtedly the most reliable ally—the age-old principle of gaining status through motherhood still held true.

"She's pregnant, probably due in another month or two. Let's go check on her," Peng Yayun suggested. "If we want to stick around with Shen Yuan, we'll need someone to back us up."

Shi Zhixuan considered this for a moment, finding some truth in it. Plus, that sister had a remarkable presence—she might even offer some advice for her dance studio.

Aisha naturally had no objections, being someone who went with the flow. Besides, her class wasn't until the afternoon.

So the three of them contacted Chen Na, then made a trip to IFC Mall to pick up lumbar cushions, anti-stretch mark creams, and leg massagers before heading to Chen Na's apartment complex.

By the time they arrived, it was already noon. Chen Na opened the door with a subtle smile on her face, "You're here—come in quickly. Lunch is ready."

The three entered the apartment somewhat nervously and placed the gifts inside. Chen Na smiled, "There's no need to be so formal. You didn't have to bring anything."

Peng Yayun looked around as she walked in, "Sister Nana, this apartment is huge—and beautifully decorated."

"It's decent. Shen Yuan bought it," Chen Na replied.

"He… he treats you so well."

Peng Yayun felt a mix of emotions. As expected of the "Head Wife," she truly received preferential treatment. The apartment, including its furnishings, must have cost close to 4 million. Plus, there was a Maserati parked downstairs. Judging by its color scheme and place in the parking lot, it was likely Chen Na's too.

"Hmm, it's alright."

Shi Zhixuan and Aisha also looked on enviously. Though they weren't driven solely by materialism, how could they not aspire to a life like this?

Just imagining it felt comforting—large apartments, sports cars, countless luxury clothing, handbags, skincare products...

Their determination to stay with Shen Yuan only deepened.

The housekeeper had prepared five dishes and a soup. Chen Xinyu, who didn't have classes in the afternoon, was also there. She seemed a bit timid and merely greeted the three visitors shyly.

Upon seeing Chen Xinyu, Aisha's first thought was that she was breathtakingly beautiful. Her second thought was… that she was exceptionally well-endowed.

Aisha lowered her head in self-consciousness.

Not only Aisha, but Shi Zhixuan and Peng Yayun also glanced at their own chests in unison.

There was no contest. Impossible to compete.

"This is my little sister, Chen Xinyu. She's currently a freshman at Nanzhong University," Chen Na explained.

A freshman at Nanzhong… Hearing this made the three visitors even more self-conscious. It wasn't just about chest size now—even academics couldn't measure up.

Still, a thought suddenly crossed their minds. Someone so stunning, with such a figure—could Shen Yuan resist?

Based on Shen Yuan's reputation, it seemed unlikely… This idea passed through all three women's minds.

During the meal, Chen Na chatted casually with the three visitors. Shi Zhixuan mentioned her plans to open a dance studio.

Chen Na chuckled lightly and shook her head, "I'm not great at running shops or businesses myself. Even my coffee shop doesn't make money."

"Sister Nana, you have a coffee shop?"

"Yes, though I haven't checked on it lately—the staff manages it for me."

At that moment, Chen Xinyu said, "It's been a while since I've visited Sister Xiaoqiu."

Chen Na smiled warmly at her sister, "If you have time, can you help me go check on her?"

"Sure."

The dance group trio had come mainly to establish acquaintances, knowing it would take time to build strong relationships. After finishing lunch and resting briefly, they left Chen Na's apartment.

"Sister, who were those three? I feel like I've never seen them before," Chen Xinyu asked curiously.

"Three friends," Chen Na replied.

She didn't clarify that they were also Shen Yuan's women—Xinyu was still young. Even she herself would feel jealous, so Xinyu certainly would, too.

Chen Xinyu blinked her beautiful eyes, "Sis, is it about a month before your due date?"

Chen Na glanced down at her belly, her face full of gentle affection, "Yes. Soon, you'll be an aunt."

"Do you think it'll be a boy or a girl?"

"Either a boy or girl is wonderful."