I am not just a tycoon-Chapter 424 - 313: The Rift Between Best Friends
Chapter 424: Chapter 313: The Rift Between Best Friends
Shen Yuan probably couldn’t guess Zhou Peiwei’s thoughts at all.
Thinking about it carefully, if a girl said to you, “Look, look at my butt more, not hers,” wouldn’t you find it strange?
Working out was mundane and boring; Shen Yuan had tried training alone, but most of the time, he had company.
Initially, it was Liew Menglu, who personally guided Shen Yuan from a “skinny dog” to the robust and sturdy “Peang Yuyan.” After moving to the villa, it had been Ji Ya keeping him company unless other NPCs were around.
Today, however, it was replaced by two new faces, Zhou Peiwei and Luo Bingying.
Especially since these girls were not the pretty types you’d see in everyday life, and with their gracefully fluid figures, they could probably make heads turn if they went to a public gym.
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Previously, when Liew Menglu went to the gym, guys bench pressing or lifting dumbbells would add twenty kilograms to their sets as soon as they saw her.
Thirty minutes later, after finishing their jog, both women got off the treadmill, panting, their cheeks flushed from the heat, with beads of delicate sweat continuously appearing.
Their breathing was rapid; their ample chests still heaving.
Shen Yuan didn’t mind whether they could catch it or not and casually tossed two towels over; Luo Bingying was more agile and caught the towel in mid-air.
But due to the more clumsy Zhou Peiwei, who wasn’t as quick-witted, flailing her arms in a failed attempt, the towel eventually draped itself over her head.
Zhou Peiwei flung off the towel and said indignantly, “Shen Yuan, did you do that on purpose?”
“?”
Shen Yuan was stunned for a moment, then spoke lightly, “Not really, no need to give it back to me.”
“Hmph!”
Zhou Peiwei certainly wouldn’t return it; she just didn’t want to lose face, rather than letting Shen Yuan tease her for not catching it, it was better to accuse him of doing it on purpose.
She wiped the sweat from her forehead and neck, walked over to the equipment area where Shen Yuan was, and picking up two 1KG dumbbells, weighed them and said, “These are so light.”
“It shows you rarely work out.”
Shen Yuan pointed to the dumbbells in her hands, “These are the lightest dumbbells I use for warming up.”
“Oh, really? But I’ve never really used dumbbells or equipment before, just running and calisthenics.”
Zhou Peiwei looked around the equipment area, “I have no idea what these are for.”
While Zhou Peiwei was clueless about where to start, Luo Bingying was also inspecting the fitness area, thinking how extensive Shen Yuan’s gym was.
Luo Bingying’s mother used to run a yoga studio, and she herself was a fitness enthusiast, so she was quite familiar with the equipment.
Dumbbells, barbells, machines—it had everything a regular gym would have, from butterfly machines, seated chest presses, leg press machines, to rowing machines.
You could say it had everything a gym would have.
She was curious about how much Shen Yuan was really worth, but from this villa and his initiative to start a charity foundation, he must be wealthier than her father at his most prosperous.
Once Luo Bingying had caught her breath a bit, she asked, “Shen Yuan, where’s the restroom in your house?”
Shen Yuan pointed upstairs, “Go to the first floor; there isn’t one here.”
After Luo Bingying had gone upstairs, Zhou Peiwei raised an eyebrow and asked, “Isn’t there a restroom here, why did you send Bingying upstairs?”
“She’s in the way, isn’t she ruining our moment?”
Shen Yuan moved closer to Zhou Peiwei, flashing a meaningful smile.
“What are you planning to do!”
Zhou Peiwei instinctively stepped back, arms guarding her fullness, warily saying, “No, don’t come any closer.”
“Look at you, acting like I’m some criminal.”
Shen Yuan laughed heartily, “Aren’t you the one who doesn’t know how to use the equipment? Let me teach you, silly.”
Zhou Peiwei was still uneasy, “Then why send Bingying upstairs?”
“Because the toilet here is broken.”
Shen Yuan casually replied.
“Nonsense, then why that look?”
Zhou Peiwei rolled her eyes then let go of her chest, “Then teach me, where do I start?”
“Start with warming up with the dumbbells, from the basic weight of 1KG.”
Shen Yuan handed over the dumbbells and said, “First, do arm wraps; stand with feet shoulder-width apart, rotate around the shoulder joint, make smooth circling movements.”
As Shen Yuan explained, he slowly circled around her and eventually stopped behind her, saying, “The movements should be gentle, slow, and controlled; feel the activity in your shoulders and the flow of your blood.”
But Zhou Peiwei’s movements were not standard. Shen Yuan grasped her wrists from behind, pressed against her delicate body, and instructed, “Hold like this, slowly, feel your shoulders moving.”
“Oh, okay.”
Zhou Peiwei felt the warmth from behind and was initially startled, then responded.
As Zhou Peiwei’s movements gradually became standard, Shen Yuan didn’t let go of her wrists but moved even closer, whispering in her ear, “Dr. Zhou, have you missed me lately?”
“Um…”
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A tingling sensation shot through her as the deep voice tickled her ears, rapidly spreading through her body.
Her body stiffened but still, she bit her lip and stubbornly said, “I haven’t missed you, I don’t like you.”
“Hard to get.”
Shen Yuan continued nibbling at her ear, his hands moving from her wrists to wrap around her slender waist.
She was wearing a fitness tank top, so her waist was entirely exposed, which was convenient for Shen Yuan.
Sister Peiwei’s waist was soft and springy to the touch, and whether moving up or groping down, he could feel a significant curve.
