I am not just a tycoon-Chapter 798 - 469: Little White Flower, Tan Xin’s Little Quirks

At midnight, Shen Yuan turned over, and Su Xuewei beside him murmured softly.

Shen Yuan turned his head: "Did I wake you?"

"It's okay."

Su Xuewei curled up her legs tightly and shook her head.

She was such a light sleeper that even the slightest movement, or Shen Yuan raising his voice, would wake her. It made Shen Yuan tread carefully every time.

"Does it still hurt?" Shen Yuan asked softly.

"Mm... a little."

Su Xuewei murmured faintly.

Shen Yuan gently stroked her head: "Be good, you'll get used to it after a few times." fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm

Su Xuewei's eyelashes fluttered slightly: "Didn't you say you'd be gentler? You lied to me again."

Looking at her little face full of grievance, Shen Yuan scratched his head awkwardly. He had actually been much gentler than usual, but Su Xuewei wasn't quite... normal in this area, leaving Shen Yuan feeling embarrassed.

"Be good, Xuewei, sleep well, and you'll feel better in the morning."

Like petting a cat, Shen Yuan gently stroked her hair. Before long, her eyelids dropped again, her breathing evened out. Shen Yuan made sure to stay still, and soon fell into a deep sleep as well.

....

Out of habit, Su Xuewei woke up early. By 7 a.m., she carefully climbed out of bed. Quietly, she folded the blanket back into place and slipped into her slippers without making a sound.

She glanced back at Shen Yuan, still fast asleep. His sharp, handsome features stood out distinctly, the corners of his lips slightly curled... Su Xuewei smiled faintly. Even his sleeping posture carried an air of arrogance.

What a scoundrel.

As she took a step forward, a faint stinging sensation rippled through her. Her face paled slightly, and her gait turned awkward as she headed toward the bathroom.

After freshening up, Su Xuewei removed her bathrobe and changed into her usual clothes—jeans and a t-shirt. She had wanted to wash her hair, but glancing back at Shen Yuan still mumbling in his sleep, she refrained, fearing the sound of the shower might wake him.

Su Xuewei quietly sat back down on the edge of the bed, gazing at Shen Yuan's roguish face, waiting for him to wake up.

When her father had his accident, Su Xuewei was only seventeen or eighteen years old. Her mother had a bad leg, and her younger brother was still a child. She had no choice but to shoulder the family's burdens, juggling caring for her family, household chores, and her studies in a relentless routine between school, home, and her brother's school.

But after all, she was just a girl, with her own moments of fragility. How much she had wished to move forward under her parents' protection.

Countless times, she had risen from a tear-soaked pillow, dried her face, swapped out the damp pillowcase, and moved on as if nothing had happened, not wanting her mother or her brother to notice.

She first met Shen Yuan at a work dinner. She felt he was gentlemanly then, nice enough to defend her. Later, at the karaoke bar, she only thought he sang beautifully.

Afterward, work-related obligations had forced them into a few dates. Shen Yuan had stolen her advantage a few times before she realized he had a mischievous side.

And then came that incident in the compound. Su Xuewei witnessed Shen Yuan lose his temper for the first and only time—and it was for her. He even got into a fight for her.

That day, Su Xuewei stood slightly behind him, looking up at his tall, broad back, and for the first time, a thought flickered in her mind: "This boy might be someone I can rely on."

The night before moving to the new apartment, her mother had said, "Once we move, there's no turning back." How could Su Xuewei not understand the weight of those words?

Su Xuewei wasn't good at expressing herself, nor was she one to act coquettish. When she missed Shen Yuan, she would only share mundane things—what she ate, what she did that day—and casually wish him "good morning" or "good night." If her longing grew unbearable, she would simply invite him over for a meal.

She was too shy to say she missed him outright, afraid of rejection, so she often added, "Xiaojie misses you," as a pretext.

Over time, Shen Yuan had infiltrated her life completely—through work, in daily life, even her family spoke of him often... Somehow, their relationship had progressed to the point where they could share a bed.

Shen Yuan always claimed to be busy. But Su Xuewei knew he wasn't that busy. She wasn't naive; she had seen the long strands of hair on his passenger seat.

But she didn't seem to mind much.

Su Xuewei gazed tenderly at his sleeping face, gently brushed aside the bangs from his forehead, and whispered softly, "As long as you don't say it, I'll pretend I don't know. As long as you treat me like your girlfriend, I'll keep treating you like my boyfriend. Because I never want to taste the pain of loss again."

....

When Shen Yuan woke up, it was already after eight. Groggily, he opened his eyes to find a gentle, pretty face staring directly at him.

"What are you doing, staring at me first thing in the morning? Trying to scare me?"

Su Xuewei's cheeks flushed red, and she shook her head shyly.

Shen Yuan rubbed his eyes and sat up in bed: "How long have you been staring at me like that?"

"Not too long."

Su Xuewei shook her head again, though it had actually been 1 hour and 12 minutes.

Clearing his mind, Shen Yuan took another good look at Su Xuewei. She was already dressed in her casual clothes, her hair tied into a high ponytail, exposing her slender, fair neck.

Still so naive, she had no idea how much energy a man like him had in the morning, his fiery desires ready to burst.

Later he'd have to undress her, only to dress her again—what a hassle.

Noticing the desire in Shen Yuan's eyes, Su Xuewei instinctively shrank to the edge of the bed, speaking timidly: "It's past eight. You should get up and have breakfast."

"Hehe, my breakfast is you."

Shen Yuan pulled her into his arms, pressing her down onto the bed, his entire body leaning over hers, his gaze fixed squarely on her creamy white chest.

"Ah!"

Su Xuewei let out a startled cry, clutching her chest and turning her head away: "You're bullying me again... It's already morning; you can't."

"Says who? Who made such stupid rules? I want you, morning, noon, and afternoon—all of you, all the time!"