I am not just a tycoon-Chapter 772 - 457: Deep Care, A Minor Incident at the Home Theater_2

Looking at her serene and gentle appearance, Shen Yuan genuinely looked forward to seeing her in a nun's habit, wondering if such an outfit would bring out a divine sense of beauty.

"Mr. Shen, you're here."

When Qi Xi turned around, she caught sight of Shen Yuan out of the corner of her eye and shyly tucked her hair behind her ear.

Her first impression of Shen Yuan came from the group shareholder meeting where he saved her from a filthy drinking party. Later, at the Li Ya alumni event, he donated 10 million to his alma mater, and she represented Li Ya as a donation relations officer to express gratitude.

Qi Xi thought Shen Yuan was different from all the wealthy men she'd met. He wasn't overweight, didn't have a balding middle-aged head, wasn't greasy or repulsive, and wasn't fake or sly.

Shen Yuan, on the other hand, was young and successful, handsome and charming, with an unusual hint of roguishness. Most importantly, he cared deeply about public welfare, using his abilities to give back to society.

Qi Xi only recently found out that Shen Yuan had donated another 20 million to Nanzhong University.

A man like him—who wouldn't like him?

"Hmm, watering the flowers, I see."

Shen Yuan walked over next to her, then said, "They do need proper hydration. Flowers, you know, are quite similar to women—they both need nourishing."

"Um... yes."

Qi Xi pressed her pink lips together. She had just been thinking about how Mr. Shen wasn't greasy at all, but now she felt instantly slapped in the face.

"Let me join you. I've got nothing much to do this afternoon anyway."

"Um... sure."

Qi Xi nodded, her face flushed red.

The garden was quite large, with plenty of flowers and plants. Although landscaping staff came regularly to tidy it up, those who loved plants found joy in the process of caring for them themselves.

Qi Xi watered the plants, occasionally trimming off excess branches, while Shen Yuan stood to the side watching. After observing for a while, he suddenly felt an itch and moved behind Qi Xi, reaching out from behind her waist to grasp her hands gently.

"Not like that. Let me show you," Shen Yuan said softly.

Qi Xi froze at the sudden physical contact, her entire body stiffened, even struggling to hold onto the watering can.

She was leaning forward slightly but dared not straighten her posture at all. If she did, her whole body would press against Shen Yuan's.

And at the moment, with this position, her lower body could faintly feel…

"Mr. Shen, you're too... too close..."

Qi Xi bit her teeth lightly and said.

Shen Yuan acted like he hadn't heard and continued speaking casually: "For these types of ferns and gardenias, keep the soil slightly dry on the surface. Don't overwater them, or their roots might rot. Besides, Star City's recent rainfall has been quite plentiful..."

Truthfully, Shen Yuan didn't know a thing about watering plants. He was simply looking for an excuse to take advantage of Qi Xi. It wouldn't make sense to suddenly grab her hand and say, "Let me read your palm."

This was a preliminary move to prepare for tonight, involving a little physical contact first so that whatever followed would go smoother.

He hadn't expected, though, that Qi Xi's rear was so soft—though only slightly rounded, it made up for it with a plush, cushiony feel.

Qi Xi's cheeks turned crimson. "Actually, I know how to water them. I often water flowers at the church..."

"Heh, is that so."

Given her reply, Shen Yuan couldn't keep invading her space and reluctantly withdrew his hands, stepping away from her soft curves.

Dong Ya sat by the floor-to-ceiling window, resting her chin in her hand as she watched, finding the scene particularly amusing.

Mr. Shen sure was impatient—was he planning to win Qi Xi over tonight? With her devout nature, it might be quite the challenge.

There was still some time before dinner. After finishing up with the flowers, Shen Yuan suggested they watch a movie. The home theater in his new house hadn't been tested yet, and it was said to feature a Panamax EP-MA131 massage chair worth 150,000. With its zero-gravity mode, it reclined perfectly to match the screen's angle at 135 degrees.

Upholstered with Italian top-grain leather, it offered a delicate touch, far more comfortable than lounge chairs in a cinema suite.

The screen itself was a Stewart Greyhawk with 8K resolution, enhanced by negative gain and a unique curved design for greater immersion. Coupled with its acoustic transparency system, it achieved professional-grade cinema standards.

This time, Shen Yuan chose an 18th anniversary film, "Green Book," based on a true story. It could be categorized as a road movie, a comedy, or an exploration of racial and cultural divides.

The pacing was lively, the plot engaging, and Old V himself played a white driver in the film. It was hard to imagine that the chubby actor had once portrayed Aragon, the man-king in Lord of the Rings. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

Ji Ya and Tan Xin also joined in; they didn't want to miss out on experiencing the professional-grade home theater.

Although Shen Yuan never restricted them from using the house's entertainment facilities, they adhered to an unspoken code of conduct. Spaces like the theater, spa room, and karaoke room—they wouldn't use these when their boss wasn't around.

Shen Yuan sat on the center recliner, with Dong Ya and Qi Xi on either side, while Ji Ya and Tan Xin took the second row.

As the movie began, the lights darkened, and the immersive effect of the screen captivated everyone's focus with its high-definition resolution.

An engaging story flowed effortlessly with time.

Nearing the film's conclusion, in the darkness, Shen Yuan felt a small, soft hand reach over onto his left thigh and tease him gently. With a faint smile, he didn't need to guess who—it was Dong Ya.

It looked like he hadn't satisfied her appetite enough in the bedroom earlier.

Shen Yuan was someone who believed in reciprocation—since Dong Ya was already being this bold, he extended his hand in return.

Dong Ya had worn a short skirt, and with a slight lift, Shen Yuan could feel her silky-smooth thighs. To his astonishment, she wasn't wearing any bottom layers at all.

What a tease!

Earlier in the bedroom, Shen Yuan's focus had been on her upper body, completely overlooking the lower half.

Dong Ya's legs were slender but retained just the right amount of fat, combined with soft skin—it felt exquisite to touch.

Gradually, Shen Yuan began to hear Dong Ya's heavier breathing. Turning to see her biting her lip, she returned an alluring expression.

At the same time, she pulled out her phone, typing something before pointing to it.

Shen Yuan picked up the phone, his eyelid twitching slightly.

Dong Ya: [Next is the second treatment phase. Please delve deeper into Nurse Xiao Dong's legs and explore the depths.]

This provocative tease wanted to make/play a scene out of this right now, huh?

Alright then, I'll indulge you.

Shen Yuan's hand slowly climbed upward, but he felt something peculiar—sticky...

?

When had she...? Or had she come over like this without wearing anything?

Dong Ya, oh Dong Ya, is this your way of "nursing" patients? Alright, alright.

Perhaps it was her heightened mood tonight or her excitement over this roleplay—Shen Yuan could sense she was much more different than before.

More daring, more proactive, and far bolder.

It surpassed her boldness when taking phone calls from suitors during class.

Dong Ya was the kind of woman who knew exactly what she wanted. From the night of that drinking party onward, she had approached Shen Yuan with a purpose.

Shen Yuan didn't object to this sort of woman. It was the ones who pretended coyness while secretly craving that annoyed him.

Qi Xi was too engrossed in the film to notice their antics. Ji Ya, sitting in the second row, pretended not to see, but Tan Xin frowned slightly upon discovering it.

Using hands like this... wouldn't it be unclean?

Regardless, the end credits began to play, and Shen Yuan didn't spend long indulging in the "swamp." He grabbed a tissue, casually cleaned his hand, and left the theater.

Tan Xin and Ji Ya also followed out one by one. The lights flickered on fully, filling the room as the credits concluded.

Qi Xi felt a bit reluctant. It was her first time watching this movie, and it was far more engaging and interesting than she had imagined. She now had an even deeper appreciation for Shen Yuan's taste.

Standing up, she noticed Dong Ya still curled up in her seat, her expression struggling, her legs tightly pressed together, her face flushed beyond belief.

"Ya Ya, are you okay? Are you feeling unwell?"

Qi Xi approached Dong Ya, placing a hand on her forehead and gasped: "You're burning up! Are you running a fever?"

She was right in a sense, though it wasn't the fever she suspected. Dong Ya reluctantly offered an embarrassed explanation: "It's just intermittent fever. It'll go away in a few minutes. You can go ahead, Qi Xi."

Qi Xi hesitated but didn't want to leave. If she stayed, though, Dong Ya wouldn't be able to clean up herself. Even after so much time had passed, she still felt waves one after another.

"I'll go grab a thermometer and ask Mr. Shen to take you to the hospital." Qi Xi looked concerned.

Dong Ya thought, hospital? What for? Tonight, *this place* was the hospital, and *I'm* the only nurse here.

Blushing furiously, she repeated: "I'm really fine. Trust me, check back in five minutes, and I'll be perfectly okay."

"Really?"

"Really."

"Alright then."

Qi Xi gave Dong Ya a long, searching look before glancing at the clock on her phone, then heading outside.

Dong Ya let out a sigh of relief, cautiously stood up shakily, shut the room door, grabbed a couple tissues, then returned to her seat.

As she cleaned up, she muttered softly to herself: "Turns out Mr. Shen's hands are quite something, capable of making someone…"