I am not just a tycoon

Shen Yuan directly went to tug at her T-shirt. With a tearing sound… the T-shirt split open instantly, revealing her snow-white slender waist entirely, and faintly exposing the edge of her bra.

Damn, I didn't even use much force. Shen Yuan hadn't expected the quality of the clothing to be this poor.

"Ah, I-I only brought this one set of clothes."

Su Xuewei's face flushed red with embarrassment, hurriedly attempting to cover the exposed flesh around her waist.

"No problem, later your brother will buy you a new one. Since it's already torn, why not just go all the way and rip the whole thing?"

Another tearing sound followed, and the T-shirt was ripped clean in half. Her upper body, as pure as first snow, was now clad solely in a purple bra. Because she was lying down, her firm chest spread slightly, forming perfect semicircular arcs.

Shen Yuan was mesmerized.

Hmm, this could be breakfast.

"Shen Yuan… don't tear my underwear, okay?"

Su Xuewei pleadingly gazed at him, her eyes rimmed with unshed tears, the tone of her voice almost imploring: "This is the most expensive underwear I've ever bought."

"Alright, alright, I won't tear it. But do you remember how I taught you yesterday to address me properly?"

"Brother, b-brother~"

"Good girl. Say it again."

"Brother~"

...

Afterwards, Shen Yuan cleaned up completely and placed a call to Ji Ya, followed by instructions to the hotel manager to prepare breakfast and send it up.

Su Xuewei, whose clothes had been torn apart, could only wear a bathrobe. Her cheeks were still tinged with a lingering blush as she sat at the dining table nibbling on a piece of toast.

"Earlier… that didn't hurt, right?"

Shen Yuan teased as he sat across from her.

Su Xuewei lowered her head, too ashamed to respond.

Shen Yuan still wanted to tease her further, but then the doorbell rang. He walked over to open the door, and through greeting after greeting, a group of saleswomen in various professional attire pushed rolling racks of clothes into the room.

There were four racks in total, featuring brands like Chanel, Balenciaga, Fan Sizhe, and Prada. The racks were filled with clothing for spring and summer—long dresses, skirts, cropped outerwear, trousers, base layers, and knit sweaters—and autumn and winter wear such as coats, trench coats, sweatshirts, sweaters, and wide-leg pants…

Even complementary items like casual shoes, ankle boots, and high heels were provided.

"This, this…"

Su Xuewei's mouth fell open. Earlier when Shen Yuan said he'd buy her something, she thought they'd go shopping. She hadn't expected him to have the boutique staff come directly to the room.

Shen Yuan chuckled: "You're not walking so easily today, and I felt like being lazy, so I didn't take you shopping. You don't have any objections, do you?"

"N-No objections… but, so many?"

"Pick what you like, or you can take all of it if you want."

Shen Yuan clapped his hands, prompting the saleswomen to approach with measuring tapes to determine Xuewei's sizing. Shen Yuan was a VIP client for these luxury brands, with loyalty points hitting hundreds of thousands at each store, and with purchases usually starting in the tens of thousands. Naturally, they were delighted to offer home service.

Ji Ya provided an estimate of her height and weight, but measurements like chest and waist circumference still had to be taken so they could recommend appropriate sizes.

Unaccustomed to being served, Su Xuewei's limbs stiffened as they measured her.

Alisa from Prada, a long-time acquaintance, was stunned by Su Xuewei's appearance, her eyes lighting up. As expected, Mr. Shen never settles for anything ordinary.

Upon checking the measurements, she was even more envious: bust 84, waist 62, hips 83. Tsk tsk… such a stunning figure.

How many has Mr. Shen been through already? Alisa herself couldn't keep count.

After the fitting, Su Xuewei glanced at the price tags on the clothes, her heart sinking slightly. She thought clothes priced over five hundred were considered expensive, but these were typically priced from 2,000-5,000 each, some even reaching seven or eight thousand.

"T-Too expensive." Su Xuewei turned to look at Shen Yuan with a conflicted expression.

Shen Yuan chuckled: "Can you guess how much my outfit costs?"

Su Xuewei shook her head.

At that moment, Alisa puffed out her chest confidently, stepping forward on high heels and said, "Mr. Shen's top is a Brioni shirt, priced around 15,000. His trousers and shoes are Hermes, adding about 12,000. As for Mr. Shen's watch, it's the Royal Oak by Audemars Piguet, Frosted Gold edition, and it goes for approximately 800,000. So altogether, Mr. Shen's outfit comes up to around 830,000 to 850,000."

Are you showing off? The other saleswomen silently scoffed.

Shen Yuan gave Alisa an approving smile, then turned back to Su Xuewei: "Still think it's expensive? Pick whatever you want, but you can't go home today unless the total reaches 100,000."

Receiving his praise, Alisa's lips lifted slightly in satisfaction. To hear his domineering tone after, "Can't go home unless it hits 100,000," left her internally screaming. Oh my god, what kind of god-tier man is this?!

Alisa prayed to the heavens… Let me have one, please! I'd trade Julia's 20 years of life for one of these perfect rich men!

The other saleswomen were relieved too. Since this was an exclusive home service, if Miss Su only spent a few thousand at each boutique, it would have been hard to justify their efforts back at the store.

Unable to avoid it, Xuewei began picking her choices under the saleswomen's guidance. Alisa was the most enthusiastic, sparking some dissatisfaction among the others. Over time, the saleswomen all got competitive to secure commissions, aggressively showcasing their brand's offerings.

"Miss Su, this is Balenciaga's latest collection—the best-selling piece of the season. With your figure, you'd look absolutely stunning in it."

"Miss Su, take a look at Prada's long dress here. It's a classic design, perfect for this season..."

"Miss Su, maybe try the shoes first? Fan Sizhe's leather boots are always a hit..."

"..."

Feeling overwhelmed by the array of options, Su Xuewei spent nearly two hours picking items—long dresses, skirts, base layers, knit sweaters, cropped jackets, ankle boots—all while keeping the expense capped at 100,050. Shen Yuan then added a few pairs of lettered and non-lettered Balenciaga stockings.

Those long, shapely legs would be a waste if not adorned with stockings.

Imagining the shy little pure flower dressed in black stockings—the thought was irresistibly beautiful.

Su Xuewei blushed, lowering her head as she said, "Shen Yuan… I don't want to wear these."

Shen Yuan laughed: "They're not for outside, they're for me to see."

The saleswomen stifled their laughter, their faces turning red. Alisa timely produced two pairs of white stockings: "These are complimentary."

Shen Yuan wanted to pick some innerwear too, but worried about embarrassing Xuewei, considerate Alisa stepped in: "Miss Su, would you like to pick a few innerwear sets?"

Though she wanted to refuse, Shen Yuan raised his brows at her, and reluctantly, she picked three sets: one black, one white, and one pale green.

The four luxury groups also sent some gifts like perfume, scarves, and bracelets, which were practical for her use.

The delighted saleswomen left, while Su Xuewei gathered enough clothes to fill her wardrobe. Shen Yuan pulled her slender waist in and said, "With this, you've got enough clothes to wear for a few months. You can throw out your old ones; otherwise, there won't be space to store them."

Su Xuewei shook her head: "It's enough for years… I wasn't planning to throw my old clothes anyway, I'll donate them to impoverished areas."

"Do as you like, I don't care about that."

As Shen Yuan spoke, his phone popped up with a notification—a cashback for spending 100,000, amounting to return credits of 220,000.

Tsk, long time since a triple cashback.

"Send Ji Ya your ID information. I already spoke to her and arranged for a female instructor to help you learn driving. The schedule will align with your availability and ensure you can practice while resting or during your free time."

"Okay,"

Su Xuewei obediently nodded.

"And about your work hours, should I ask Old Wan to give you an extra day off each week and cut down your workload...?"

"No need, no need! My current routine is just fine."

Su Xuewei shook her head repeatedly, softly explaining, "I like feeling occupied."

"What kind of problem is that?" Shen Yuan asked, baffled.

It was because when you're not around, I tend to overthink. If I'm busy with tasks every day, I'd be too tired to dwell on things… Su Xuewei thought to herself.

Taking advantage of an entire day together, Shen Yuan planned to take her out to eat. He called Ji Ya to have the clothes sent back to her place, then led Su Xuewei out of the hotel.

Since there were so many clothes, Ji Ya worried she couldn't carry them all herself, so she drove over in the Defender and brought Tan Xin along.

The two entered with the room key and found the boss and Miss Su were already gone. However, inside the bedroom, the bed was still messy, the trash can filled with torn clothes—all reduced to what could only be described as fabric shreds.

"Another battle well fought."

Ji Ya sighed internally, then turned to Tan Xin: "Tan Xin, I'll start packing up the clothes. Feel free to sit and wait."

Tan Xin nodded, her fingers brushing against the wall before noticing the discarded bits of fabric and crumpled tissues in the trash can. She furrowed her brows instinctively.

Her gaze then landed on the bed. Hesitating briefly, she glanced again at Ji Ya sorting outside, then picked up a corner of the blanket and sniffed it lightly.

"Hey! Tan Xin, come over and help..."

Ji Ya was about to call Tan Xin over, but stopped short upon seeing her smelling the same blanket Shen Yuan and Miss Su had used the night before, a trace of enjoyment even crossing her face.

Seriously, what's wrong with you?