"Oh? What's her idea of 'violent'?"
"Her, obviously."
Qiao Lei grinned mischievously and said, "She hopes you'd spank her, choke her, and even tie her hands up tightly."
Shen Yuan raised a brow, "She told you this?"
Truth be told, Shen Yuan already knew all this. Last ti, he even used so toys, but afterward, seeing her bruised and battered appearance made him feel a bit distressed.
He couldn't quite understand what sort of psychology led girls to have such preferences.
Out of curiosity, Shen Yuan had looked up this behavior and found explanations suggesting that girls who suffer from long-term neglect or lack of affection may try to fill the void through such activities as a way to gain satisfaction.
Additionally, physiological factors may play a role—individuals with high sensitivity are more drawn to intense sensations, as pain can trigger the release of endorphins, creating a link to pleasure.
There are also specific genetic or neurological traits that may increase a preference for control-submission dynamics.
In short, every person is different. Up until last night, Shen Yuan didn't realize that soone like Qi Xi—who seed so outwardly innocent—would enjoy being surveilled in this way.
For dinner, Shen Yuan didn't go all out but simply had the housekeeper prepare a few ho-cooked dishes. That said, Aunt He's culinary skills had been personally certified by the foodie Shen Yuan himself, so the Puyue Bay Team was full of praise as they ate.
Midway through dinner, Ji Ya finally returned ho, her face weary and her steps unsteady—clearly, the past few days had truly worn her out.
Other than managing issues with the private jet, several matters at Shen Yuan's various businesses needed attention—be it etings or updates requiring decisions. Most of these were initiated by the managent teams, akin to presenting themselves for a "review" of sorts.
This type of thing doesn't offer much insight into the real situation and often only leads to flattery and sycophancy. Thus, Shen Yuan simply let Ji Ya handle it, since none of it was particularly critical.
He only cared about one thing when managing his enterprises—profits. As long as profits were solid, he had no interest in getting involved.
"Boss, I've been to all the companies and connected with Fu Yingzi as well. Do you want to give you a verbal report or organize it into docuntation for you?" Ji Ya arrived beside Shen Yuan, crouched down slightly, and asked.
"Eat first. Organizing those into docunts can wait until tomorrow—no rush."
"Alright, then I'll go change clothes first."
Ji Ya turned and left. She was dressed in a white button-down with tailored trousers and sported a pair of black Valentino heels. Her clean, short hair emphasized her sophisticated city white-collar aesthetic.
"Sister Ji Ya is so cool!"
Qiao Lei looked at Ji Ya's figure as she left and made an envious comnt.
"Too bad you're too busty—it takes away the cool factor."
Liew nglu bluntly interrupted, "Won with big chests always co off as sexy, no matter what they're wearing. I'm no exception, and neither are you. Jinghan might be able to pull off the OL look, but her soft personality doesn't quite fit it."
Long Jinghan felt constantly targeted, puffed out her cheeks, and glanced down at her B cup chest in resigned frustration.
Qiao Lei rolled her eyes, "Liew nglu, you'd still exist if you kept your mouth shut, you know."
Liew nglu chuckled but didn't press the issue. She knew annoying Shen Yuan too much might land her in the guest room tonight.
Shen Yuan ignored the two troublemakers entirely. Today, he'd heard from Fu Yingzi that Ji Ya apparently carried so strong presence during her visits, as all the manager-level personnel seed particularly cautious around her.
"Everyone below is improving a lot. When I first t Ji Ya, she was rely a room manager, but now she's managed to hold her own."
Shen Yuan mused. And this was as a mid-level assistant; when she gets promoted to a senior assistant, her overall ability might climb even higher.
The sa was true for Fu Yingzi—forr mid-level secretary, now much more efficient in her work. Shen Yuan felt increasingly assured with the two of them.
After finishing her al, Tan Xin nodded at Shen Yuan before quietly leaving the table.
Qiao Lei, having t her for the first ti, didn't want to say much in front of her. But once Tan Xin left, leaving only familiar faces at the table, she couldn't hold back anymore: "Senior, is this your bodyguard?"
"Mm."
"Are you sure it's not just because she's pretty?"
"You're as shallow as Coach Liew."
Qiao Lei muttered, "If being pretty qualifies soone to be your bodyguard, then I could be one too! We could even live together every day."
Shen Yuan raised a brow, "She's trained in professional combat sports, you know. Want to bet she could punch your chest flat?"
"Hmph, I don't believe it."
Qiao Lei pouted, "Senior, you're surrounded by more and more won these days. Soday, we might not even have a place anymore."
When it cos to this type of discontent, soothing words only go so far; actions are better. So after dinner, Shen Yuan took the little team out for a casual walk to digest the al before bringing them back to his spacious main bedroom.
Qiao Lei noticed Liew nglu slipping inside as well and wasn't happy: "Why are you here? Senior already gave you a special session this afternoon."
Liew nglu answered confidently, "I'm simply here to rest. You all do whatever you want."
Qiao Lei, hands on her hips, snapped, "Liew nglu, don't push your luck!"
"Honey, say sothing fair," Liew nglu switched over to a soft, pitiful expression and looked at Shen Yuan. "I just want to rest—not allowed?"
Shen Yuan spoke decidedly, "Fine, but you can't co in to help bathe — only the other two can."
Liew nglu pouted with her rosy lips, "Honey, but I want to help you bathe too!"
"Liew nglu, stop being so entitled!"
Qiao Lei countered again. In the end, Liew nglu didn't get her way and couldn't enter the bathroom. Instead, Long Jinghan and Qiao Lei stepped inside barefoot, ready to help Shen Yuan undress.
As Qiao Lei reflected, she couldn't help but find it odd. When did washing her senior's body turn into sothing she considered an honor, like she was gaining rather than giving?
She even felt oddly pleased that Liew nglu wasn't allowed to join in.
Have we truly been tad to this extent? she wondered.
Frustration boiled over. When will we ever be able to stand tall before Senior? she internally fud.
A loud "SMACK" snapped her out of her thoughts—a sudden sting radiated from her behind.
"Senior, why did you hit ?"
Qiao Lei pouted in protest.
"You're halfway through pulling off my pants. What are you daydreaming about? Get on with it."
"Oh, okay."
Caught off guard and distracted, Qiao Lei forgot she still hadn't finished pulling off the other pant leg.
Today, Da Leilei had on a white undershirt layered under a loose pale-blue button-down. Her bottom half consisted of denim three-quarter shorts, revealing long stretches of pale, glossy skin.
She had a difficult figure to dress—loose clothing could make her look bulky. That's why her undershirt was form-fitting, with a U-shaped neckline. Coupled with the glimpse of her uniquely pale skin, the outfit drew the eye towards her legs.
However, this strategy mostly worked for typical fuller-figured won. Qiao Lei wasn't just "full"—she was strikingly white, the type where faint veins were visible. Especially around her chest, her pale complexion and the barely-there greenish tinge created a distinct allure.
"Senior, why are you staring at ? Should I turn on the shower already?"
Qiao Lei instinctively shielded her chest under his burning gaze.
"Leilei, will you help apply body wash in a bit?"
Normally, Long Jinghan would handle this, but Shen Yuan's request was sothing Qiao Lei wouldn't refuse. She nodded slightly, "Sure."
"I wasn't suggesting you use your hands."
Shen Yuan peeled back her blouse, exposing her pale, lotus-like arms along with more of the creamy skin on her front and back.
"Huh? Then… what, with my feet?" Qiao Lei blinked naively.
At that mont, Long Jinghan approached her, lightly poking the soft fabric covering her.
"With these here."
The bra and snug undershirt were so soft that Long Jinghan's fingers left tiny impressions.
"What?"
Qiao Lei's face turned bright red with embarrassnt. "But how am I supposed to do that?"
Long Jinghan hesitated but said softly, "Don't worry, Leilei—I'll teach you."
"Senior… you've done this before for him in the past?"
Qiao Lei couldn't resist asking.
Long Jinghan shyly nodded, "Just once, but mine are smaller. Maybe it didn't feel as good as it would with you."
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