I am not just a tycoon-Chapter 740 - 443 Unspoken Rules, Izakaya, and My First Foreign Friend "Mr. Ito"_2

This....does this count as an unspoken rule?

The boss wouldn't be thinking about me....

Lu Xinyue bit her own pinky, her face growing more flushed the more she thought about it; if the boss really desired that... then I...…

It has to be said, up close, not only is the boss handsome, but he also has a great figure, and that rascally bad-boy charm... I dare not think about it.

"Dame!"

Lu Xinyue let out a gasp and quickly burrowed into the covers.

At this moment in the restaurant, only Fang Minhui and Shen Yuan remained, with the skilled Shen Yuan continuing to tease her soft and tender calves.

Fang Minhui's face and ears turn red, and her breathing becomes heavy and panting.

"Yuan Lang~ there's no one else here now~"

"Hmm, and then?"

When Shen Yuan first heard the term "Yuan Lang," he was still a bit unaccustomed to it.

What kind of tune is the class belle trying to play?

Fang Minhui's sultry eyes narrowed, she lifted her bathrobe to reveal two white python-like thighs, and hooked them onto Shen Yuan's: "Yuan Lang, your consort, I want...…"

Shen Yuan raised an eyebrow: "Want what?"

"Want, just want...."

Fang Minhui persisted, with a hint of allure in her eyes: "Yuan Lang knows what your consort is thinking."

"No, I don't know."

"Yuan Lang knows, Yuan Lang knows."

Fang Minhui boldly sat on Shen Yuan's lap, looping her arms around his neck, and her waist and hips gently swaying, "Your consort can feel it, Yuan Lang must have held back for a long time. On the business jet, you were already restless."

"Don't slander me."

Fang Minhui moved close to Shen Yuan's ear, lightly licking his earlobe: "Yuan Lang, please give it to your consort, will you?"

"......"

Everything is left unsaid.

The moon is bright, the stars sparse, the insects murmuring softly, the flower shadows hazy, the fragrance of osmanthus filling the air...

The next morning at 8:30, Shen Yuan was awakened by the murmur of Fang Minhui, opening his eyes only to feel refreshed and clear-headed.

Sitting up in bed, what met his eyes through the French windows were countless maple trees, their leaves scattered like burning embers.

Barefoot, Shen Yuan walked to the windows and pushed them open, taking in a breath of fresh oxygen.

"Comfortable!"

Turning back, he saw that the little beaker, the class belle, had woken him but buried herself in the covers, with her fair and slender leg sticking out, her exquisite profile both lazy and charming.

"There's still time, I shall give the class belle a morning self-study session first."

Saying that, Shen Yuan reached into the covers along her leg, his hands instantly grasping the full and round orbs, molding the soft clay into various shapes.

Fang Minhui was awakened by the kneading, hazily opening her eyes: "Yuan Babe, what are you doing... it's time to get up."

Shen Yuan remained silent, diligently providing her with a preview.

Fang Minhui glanced at the time; it was already 8:30. Everyone had agreed to meet up at 8:50 the previous night to go for breakfast at Jiufeng Pavilion.

"Eh, eh, Yuan Babe, they're coming soon, stop it."

Fang Minhui was half-awake, her pretty face showing panic, trying to stop Shen Yuan's next move.

Shen Yuan disregarded her protests and continued his silent lesson, at one point boldly flipping the covers over, leaving Fang Minhui's delicate body exposed.

"Ah, Yuan Babe!"

Fang Minhui's robe had been undone by Shen Yuan in the covers, and now there was hardly a piece of cloth on her, the sudden exposure to bright light making her shyly cover her crucial parts.

But unfortunately, Shen Yuan's lesson reached an intense stage and showed no mercy or tenderness.

Whip on!

8:45.

Ji Ya and Tan Xin arrived at Jiufeng Pavilion, both dressed in loose sportswear looking fresh and energetic. Tan Xin even wore a black baseball cap, but her expression was still ice-cold.

In the living room, there was no sign of Shen Yuan and Fang Minhui, only Lu Xinyue sitting there, alone and forlorn, her gaze drifting outside the window, frequently brushing her hair.

"Xinyue, where's the boss?" Ji Ya asked.

"Uh, uh.... probably still sleeping, I guess." Lu Xinyue replied unnaturally.

"Weren't we supposed to meet at 8:45? How come you're still not up?"

Ji Ya muttered and went towards Shen Yuan's suite. As soon as she entered, she heard noises from the bedroom and then blushed and backed out.

"What happened?"

Tan Xin's brows furrowed, thinking something had happened.

"The boss is resting....." Ji Ya could only answer as such.

"How could he still be resting at this hour......"

Tan Xin, concerned, wanted to go and check it out, but as soon as she stepped into the sitting room of the suite, she too stopped and retreated.

The three of them looked at each other, at a loss for words for a moment.

Half an hour later, Shen Yuan came out in casual wear, smiling, "Yo, everyone's here? Let's go have breakfast then."

Fang Minhui followed shamefacedly, not daring to lift her head, sneakily pinching Shen Yuan a couple of times.

During breakfast, the car rental company had already delivered the cars; Ji Ya rented a long-wheelbase version of a Rolls-Royce Phantom, four doors and four seats. Additionally, the hotel provided a driver and an Alphard for Shen Yuan's use.

Tan Han and Ji Ya took the Alphard, while Tan Xin, acting as a driver, drove the Phantom carrying the other three.

The daytime itinerary included a feast of ancient temple autumn foliage. After breakfast at the hotel, their first destination was East Well Temple, where Japan's tallest ancient pagoda, the Five-story Pagoda, and 250 maple trees complemented each other, indeed very impressive.

After having temple vegetarian meals, the second stop was Hiei Mountain, taking the cable car to the mountaintop, with the layers of mountains and forests during the Red Leaves Season in full view.

Visiting these places was just to feast the eyes, as Fang Minhui and Lu Xinyue took plenty of photos, capturing the beautiful scenery in their albums.

However, Shen Yuan was more interested in the local nightlife.

In the evening, Ji Ya arranged for them to visit Gion, Kyoto's largest geisha district with over 80 teahouses left and, according to Ji Ya, about a hundred geishas and maiko are still there.

Shen Yuan originally thought it was a red-light district, only to find out later that it was full of women dressed in kimonos, their faces painted like ghosts.

The catch was there was a ban in place, preventing tourists from entering Gion's private alleys, and visiting the teahouses required being accompanied by an acquaintance.

Ji Ya had originally arranged for someone to escort them, but Shen Yuan cursed and left the group chat.

"Staying with them for long, I'll have nightmares tonight, let's pull out."

Thus, Ji Ya pulled out the backup plan: an izakaya.

The local izakayas were all in the traditional machiya style, with wooden lattice windows, warm curtains, and stone steps, many reputed to be converted from centuries-old houses.

Ji Ya chose a place called "Gion Sakamoto," reputedly recommended by the Michelin Guide.

The average expenditure here was 12,000 yen per person, qualifying it as a high-end izakaya, so it wasn't too crowded.

The kimono-clad waitress approached with enthusiasm, helping everyone to order their meals before asking a question.

"What did she say?"

The waitress had spoken in Japanese, which Shen Yuan did not understand.

Lu Xinyue translated, "She asked if you need geisha service?"

"No, no need."

Shen Yuan quickly shook his head, feeling creeped out just thinking about those heavily made-up geishas.

Shen Yuan ordered a sake called "Laurel Crown Daiginjo," which had a nice sounding name with a light and sharp taste, hard to say whether it was good or bad.

The izakaya offered a variety of dishes, from which Shen Yuan chose their signature Kyoto vegetable cuisine and Beef Pottery Grilled.

He thought they could enjoy drinks and dishes quietly, but didn't expect that their table would attract the attention of others.

Fang Minhui, Tan Xin, Ji Ya, Lu Xinyue were exceptional beauties wherever they went, with both good looks and figures.

Not to mention in an izakaya, where alcohol can easily get to some men's heads.

For instance, a man at a nearby table kept raising his glass towards them, nodding and smiling subtly.

But to Shen Yuan, this guy seemed a bit sleazy, wearing thick glasses, dressed in dark kimonos, not at all looking like a nice person.

Shen Yuan was not one to provoke trouble unnecessarily, and since the guy was just raising his glass and smiling, expressing friendliness, Shen Yuan couldn't do much about it.

However, after a few more drinks, the man staggered over with his glass, pulled up a cushion beside them, and babbled a lot in Japanese that Shen Yuan couldn't understand.

"What's this guy saying?" Shen Yuan looked at Lu Xinyue.

Lu Xinyue translated, "He introduced himself as Ito Jiro, coming from East Well, here on a business trip. He said since fate has brought us together here, why not join tables and drink together? There are just two men with him."

"This guy's opinion of himself is pretty good, isn't it."

Shen Yuan patted his shoulder with a smile, "Ito-kun, you must be drunk, just drink with your friends, what's this about joining tables?"

Ito Jiro, mistaking Shen Yuan's smile as a greeting, smiled and replied.

Lu Xinyue interpreted, "He's saying hello to you, says he finds you very approachable, and would like to offer you two drinks tonight."