Tycoon: I Have an Unlimited Modifier novel Chapter 306

Chapter 306: Chapter 174: Sharing the Love (3)

She was particularly fond of poking and prodding her boyfriend’s eight-pack abs.

"You’re not asleep, are you?"

Qi Sheng wasn’t entirely sure.

After all, he’d spent a good three hours with Miduo and Xu Ying.

He hadn’t checked the time, but he figured it had to be past midnight.

Usually, when he wasn’t around, Tan Hua went to bed very early.

It was all to maintain her perfect skin.

But as he slipped into bed, he felt Tan Hua’s body suddenly go rigid.

A smirk instantly formed on Qi Sheng’s lips.

’This girl... still pretending to be asleep. I’ll have to teach her a lesson.’

Qi Sheng gave Tan Hua a demonstration of how a male "technician" services a female client.

Soon, the "female client" couldn’t take it anymore.

"You’re awful, honey... I want you."

Tan Hua had no idea where Qi Sheng had learned all these new tricks.

She instinctively wrapped her legs around Qi Sheng’s sturdy back,

trying to pull him even closer.

Not until she felt that familiar, wicked part of him...

...did Tan Hua’s long, beautiful legs slide limply from his back.

But a moment later, Qi Sheng had hoisted them onto his shoulders.

She had done it all to please Qi Sheng.

Tan Hua had even specifically asked Pei Yinyin for advice on how to improve her flexibility.

At home, she would also often do yoga with Miduo.

Now, she could effortlessly adapt to any position Qi Sheng put her in, no matter how creative he got.

This was a pleasant surprise for Qi Sheng.

Men were so obsessed with dance instructors, after all.

Wasn’t it because of their impressive flexibility, their ability to effortlessly strike any pose?

For many pervs, there was nothing more seductive.

And someone who was good at yoga was just as effective.

With Miduo and Xu Ying, Qi Sheng had only gone one round.

But with Tan Hua, Qi Sheng naturally showed some favoritism.

He went two rounds before finally pulling his girlfriend into his arms and falling asleep.

...

"Good morning, honey!"

When Qi Sheng opened his eyes, he found Xu Ying waking him up in a... special way.

Since the sheets needed changing anyway, Qi Sheng decided to make the most of it.

He would show Xu Ying the consequences of provoking him in the morning.

Afterward, the two of them washed up in the bathroom.

Only then did they emerge from the master bedroom, laughing and chatting.

Miduo and Tan Hua hadn’t waited for them.

They both knew it took Qi Sheng an hour and a half to finish a "round."

Only if it was particularly stimulating was there a chance of shortening the time.

But that was a rare occurrence.

The breakfast spread was quite lavish.

There was seafood congee, which Tan Hua had learned to make from her mother, along with hot milk, fried eggs, and pan-fried cod.

"Honey, are you really taking us shopping today?"

Driving down the street, it was a dazzling sight that made countless heads turn.

Tan Hua sat in the passenger seat, while Miduo and Xu Ying were in the back.

While waiting at a red light,

the car full of beautiful women was enough to make the men on the bus next to them die of envy.

From their angle, they had a clear view of the slender, pale legs of the beauty in the Lamborghini Urus’s passenger seat.

The thought that those peerless legs would be casually slung over the shoulder of the rich kid driving the car that night...

...was a torment worse than death.

As the light turned green, Qi Sheng stomped on the gas.

The Urus let out a thunderous roar,

making passersby unable to help but stare.

The flashy yellow body, the quad-pipe dual exhaust.

It was easily recognizable as a Lamborghini.

A 4.0T V8 engine with a terrifying 650 horsepower.

It was nearly on par with a W12.

In terms of sheer explosive power, the Urus was more exhilarating to drive than the Cullinan.

After all, the Urus was half a ton lighter.

And their product positioning was completely different.

But whether it was the Urus or the Cullinan,

they were both luxury cars that Qi Sheng, a mere wage slave in his past life, could never have dreamed of affording.

Now, the Bull and the Cullinan were both his.

Next, it was time to consider the holy trinity of hypercars.

’Without them, what kind of new-money tycoon could I even claim to be?’