I am not just a tycoon-Chapter 788 - 464: 66 Balls, Social Death_3

She refused to go to bed, so Ji Ya had no choice but to endure it. Ji Ya sighed inwardly.

But after an hour of endurance, Ji Ya had been scrolling through her phone so much that her eyes felt dry, and Tan Xin still showed no signs of getting up. Ji Ya finally stood up and said, "I'm going to shower and get some sleep."

"Mm, go ahead."

Tan Xin smiled faintly without saying much. She watched Ji Ya walk into the room and then waited another half hour without hearing anything else. Finally, she closed her book and headed upstairs to the second floor.

....

Half an hour later, Ji Ya opened her door, and sure enough, Tan Xin was no longer in the living room.

Already went back to her room… Ji Ya breathed a sigh of relief. If I had to endure any longer, I wouldn't have made it.

Ji Ya moved cautiously in the dark, stepping lightly on the stairs in her slippers, afraid to make the slightest noise.

Tan Xin was a light sleeper and immensely alert, so she might wake her up unintentionally.

Originally, Ji Ya had planned to play in her own room, but at the thought of the potential excitement upstairs, her instincts drove her to head up.

Tonight's Mahjong game was bound to be an intense battle—not something she could afford to miss.

As these thoughts filled her mind, Ji Ya arrived at the second-floor hallway. Suddenly, she halted in her tracks, her eyes widening in disbelief.

She saw that at the master bedroom's doorway, Tan Xin was actually kneeling on the floor, peering through the gap in the door.

Tan Xin, are you seriously…?

At that moment, Tan Xin just happened to turn her head, only to find Ji Ya standing there... Her expression changed abruptly. Damn it! Why on earth did she come up here?!

Tan Xin felt an overwhelming surge of shame and embarrassment, wishing she could dig a hole to bury herself in. Her face turned from white to red, then red to white.

After a long, awkward silence, she had no choice but to suppress the embarrassment, stand up, and walk over to Ji Ya.

"What are you doing here?"

"What are you doing here?"

The two spoke in unison, both looking visibly uncomfortable. Tan Xin fiddled with a strand of her short hair near her ear, while Ji Ya's gaze drifted elsewhere.

Social death... Why did I come to the second floor in the first place? Both internally screamed.

"Don't tell the boss."

"Don't tell the boss."

Once again, they spoke at the same time. Tan Xin rubbed her forehead awkwardly, then rushed away from the second floor.

Ji Ya's face was flushed red. It was the first time she'd seen Tan Xin flustered like this. Never could she have expected it—Tan Xin, who always appeared so aloof and disciplined in front of others, was secretly such a voyeur.

.....

Inside the bedroom.

Liew Menglu had already gone to shower, while Long Jinghan and Qiao Lei were snuggled up against Shen Yuan, drenched in sweat, their faces glowing red as they panted softly.

Tired, but so comfortable... Qiao Lei thought to herself, feeling content as she drew lazy circles on Shen Yuan's chest. She murmured, "Senior, can you take us on a trip next time? Me and Senior Sister really want to travel abroad."

"Mm, I'll take you guys if I get the chance."

Whenever he was in bed, Shen Yuan never rejected a request.

"Really?!"

Qiao Lei's eyes sparkled, but then she added, "You're not just trying to make us happy, are you? I mean it—Senior Sister and I genuinely want to go."

"When have I ever lied to you guys?"

"Yay! Senior Sister, did you hear that? Senior said he'd take us!" Qiao Lei boasted as she poked Long Jinghan's B-cup chest twice.

Long Jinghan weakly moved her hands to fend her off. "I heard you."

"Senior Sister, let me poke you again. Even though you're smaller, you're so soft." Qiao Lei said with a cheeky grin.

"...."

Long Jinghan held her chest protectively. This was... the fourth time—no, the sixth time—she'd been targeted today.

Small has its advantages, she told herself—easier to buy clothes, easier to match outfits. But spending every day with people like Qiao Lei and Liew Menglu, both boasting D-cup figures, and knowing Shen Yuan had a preference for larger sizes, it was hard not to feel self-conscious.

"You're bullying your Senior Sister again, aren't you." Shen Yuan stepped in as the judge.

"I'm not! I only poked her a little, okay? Senior Sister can poke me back if she wants. Besides, she's also bullied me in the bathroom earlier."

Qiao Lei grumbled with a pout. "Senior, you're so biased—you're always siding with Senior Sister."

"If I didn't side with her, she'd be bullied nonstop by you two every day."

Shen Yuan gently stroked poor little Jinghan's head and said, "Actually, your cup size is just right. Clothes look great on you. Don't let those two pressure you into thinking about getting surgery in South Korea or something. I don't like 'technology and brute force.'"

Long Jinghan obediently nodded. "I won't."