The Cinnabar Mole of a Beijing Circle Tycoon

Shen Qingyao and her roommates thoroughly enjoyed their two-month graduation internship at the Second Affiliated Hospital.

Xu Huihui and Xiang Yu needed to go from the school to the Second Hospital, which was a bit far, and they didn't have time to eat breakfast.

Lu Ying is someone who has trouble getting up in the morning and doesn't have time for breakfast.

So every morning, Shen Qingyao would bring the three of them breakfast made by Zhang Ma herself.

The three of them ate breakfast at the long table in the break room, while Shen Qingyao helped them organize the forms needed for the outpatient clinic.

As assistants to the attending physicians, the group followed their respective instructors, moving between the outpatient clinic and the wards.

Their work includes, but is not limited to, recording patients' medical records, counseling patients' families, arranging outpatient doctors, and accompanying teaching rounds.

The white coats they wore made them look both youthful and vibrant.

At noon, when the group returned to the lounge, Zhang Ma would always be there on time.

The food box contained a carefully prepared meal, along with a bowl of thick and sticky white fungus and lotus seed soup to dispel the summer heat.

During their lunch break, the four of them found a shady corridor, sat around a stone table, and chatted about the funny things that happened at the outpatient clinic, complaining about how tedious it was to write medical records.

Although the tasks were trivial, the sight of the group together made even the sweltering air feel refreshingly cool.

Compared to the composure of the instructors, this is perhaps what youth looks like.

As soon as it was time to leave work in the evening, they would take off their white coats, put on floral dresses, and like birds freed from their shackles, head straight for the nearby shopping district.

The evening breeze carried the smell of cooking fires far and wide, echoing the laughter of the girls.

Meng Jiangyu has been really busy these days.

There are more important things to do next year, so we need to plan ahead for several major projects next year.

At 10 p.m., his office lights were still on, and outside the floor-to-ceiling windows were the lights of countless homes in Beijing. The coffee cups on his desk were being replaced one after another.

When I get home late at night, it's often already past midnight.

But the house was brightly lit, and Shen Qingyao was lying in the living room watching TV while waiting for him.

On the sofa in the living room, Shen Qingyao was fast asleep, curled up, holding an open internship notebook in her arms, the handwriting on it delicate and beautiful.

Meng Jiangyu walked over quietly, squatted down beside the sofa, and gently brushed her cheek with his fingertips.

The light fell on her serene profile, casting a small shadow on her long eyelashes, like a butterfly wing alighting.

The coldness and weariness in his eyes faded away at this moment, leaving only overflowing tenderness.

He leaned down and placed a very light kiss on her forehead, his voice as low as a sigh: "Baby, I love you."

He just squatted down by the sofa and watched her quietly for a long time.

The neon lights outside the window shone through the thin curtains, casting dappled light and shadow on her face, making even her slightly furrowed brows appear exceptionally soft.

The phone on the table vibrated; it was a message from Jason, reporting tomorrow's schedule.

Meng Jiangyu lowered his eyes, his fingertips flying across the screen, deleting and revising, and finally only replied with one sentence: The morning meeting will be postponed by two hours.

He stood up, carefully took the internship notes from her arms, placed them on the coffee table, and then bent down to pick her up in his arms.

Shen Qingyao was fast asleep and subconsciously snuggled closer to him, her nose brushing against his neatly pressed shirt collar, leaving a faint scent of cedar.

Meng Jiangyu paused, his Adam's apple bobbing involuntarily. When he looked down at her, the tenderness in his eyes almost overflowed.

The air conditioner was set to the perfect temperature. He gently placed her on the soft bed and covered her with a light blanket.

Meng Jiangyu tiptoed into the bathroom, moving extremely slowly.

He turned on the bathroom faucet, the sound of the water running was very low, but in the quiet of the night, it startled the person in bed and made them move.

Shen Qingyao's eyelashes trembled, and she struggled to open her eyes from her sleepiness. Her hazy gaze swept over the half-empty bed, and then followed the faint sound of water towards the bathroom.

Behind the frosted glass door, the man's tall figure could be vaguely seen.

He took off his shirt, revealing clean and smooth lines to his shoulders and back. He raised his hand to scoop up water and splash it on his face, the water droplets rolling down his jawline and disappearing into his well-defined collarbone.

A moment later, the sound of flowing water stopped abruptly.

The next second, the door was pulled open, and Meng Jiangyu walked out, his hair still dripping water.

He carried the refreshing scent of shower gel, mixed with a faint cedar fragrance, which wafted towards you.

"Ayu..." Shen Qingyao murmured, her voice soft and sweet, with a hoarseness from just waking up.

Meng Jiangyu paused, then replied in a low voice, "I'm here."

Shen Qingyao threw off the covers and got out of bed. She walked barefoot onto the soft carpet, walked up to him, and reached out to wipe the water droplets from his chin.

Her eyes instantly curved into crescent moons, and she reached out to hook her arm around his neck, pulling him closer to her: "You're back..."

"Mmm." He lowered his head, his nose brushing against hers, their breaths mingling. "Did I wake you?"

"No." Shen Qingyao shook her head, gently tracing circles on the back of his neck with her fingers, her voice carrying a hint of coquettishness, "I've been waiting for you for so long."

Meng Jiangyu's heart felt as if it had been scalded by something, and it softened completely.

He leaned down and placed a very light kiss on her lips, like a feather brushing against her skin, with restrained tenderness: "Sweetie, lie down first, I'll come and keep you company after I've dried my hair."

Shen Qingyao looked at his wet hair, water droplets dripping onto the bath towel, "You usually blow-dry my hair, this time I'll blow-dry yours."

"Sit still." She said, then turned and ran into the bathroom, coming out with a hairdryer.

She walked around to the front of him and stood decisively between his legs, his warm breath enveloping her.

Amidst the hum of the hairdryer, Shen Qingyao's fingers ran through his hair, gently untangling the knots. The warm air brushed against the top of his hair, carrying with it the faint scent of gardenias emanating from her.

Meng Jiangyu had been tilting his head slightly, his gaze falling on her lowered eyelashes. Gradually, he lowered his eyes, pulled his arm around her slender waist, and buried his face in her warm chest.

The rustling sound of hair rubbing together with the sound of the wind made the small space even quieter.

His fatigue seemed to gradually dissipate in the warmth, and even his breathing became long and even.

Shen Qingyao paused, her fingertips gently brushing against the back of his neck, her voice very soft: "Sleepy?"

"No." The person in her arms tightened their arms and buried their face even deeper.

"Okay, it's dried. Let's go to sleep." Shen Qingyao turned off the hairdryer.

"Okay." Meng Jiangyu tossed the hairdryer onto the sofa, then picked up Shen Qingyao and went to bed.

The night outside the window was deep, and the light inside the room was just the right warmth.

Meng Jiangyu looked down at the peaceful sleeping face of the person in his arms, and his fatigue seemed to be instantly soothed.