The Cinnabar Mole of a Beijing Circle Tycoon

The warm light in the lounge flowed softly across the carpet, and the lingering warmth of the previous intimacy still lingered in the air.

Shen Qingyao moved her sore limbs, and just as she propped herself up on the sofa with her fingertips, she was made to groan softly by the tingling sensation coming from her waist.

Hearing this, Meng Jiangyu put down his phone, stretched out his long arm and pulled her back into his embrace. He gently massaged her side with his fingertips, a smile in his eyes: "Awake? Still sore?"

Shen Qingyao snuggled closer to him, her cheek pressed against his chest, her voice soft and sweet from just waking up: "It's so sore... It's all your fault."

The man chuckled softly, the vibrations of his chest transmitted through their pressed skin, carrying a hint of indulgent helplessness: "Yes, yes, it's my fault."

He reached out and pinched her cheek. "Get up, let's get dressed and go home."

Shen Qingyao nodded and was about to put on her skirt when she suddenly remembered something and said coquettishly, "Help me put it on, I don't have the strength."

"Whose fault is it that your hand is sore?" Meng Jiangyu asked, buttoning his shirt. "You little liar."

"I don't care, whoever took it off can wear it." Shen Qingyao was reckless and gave up.

Meng Jiangyu reluctantly picked up the sundress from the ground. "Alright, alright, grandma, I'll help you put it on."

A moment later, the two came downstairs dressed. "Ayu, you go wait for me in the car first. I'm going to say hello to my roommates."

Meng Jiangyu reached out and tidied the stray hairs on her cheek, his fingertips brushing against her reddened earlobe. His voice was deep and husky, yet indulgent: "I'll be waiting for you at the bar."

He paused, then added, "Ask them if they want to go back now. If they do, I'll arrange for someone to take them."

Shen Qingyao tiptoed and pecked him on the corner of his lips: "Okay."

Shen Qingyao turned and walked towards the booth, but Meng Jiangyu's gaze remained fixed on her, filled with an unyielding possessiveness.

Shen Qingyao walked with light, quick steps to the booth. Lu Ying and Xiang Yu were leaning against the sofa, clinking glasses. When they saw her coming, they exchanged a glance and immediately smiled knowingly.

"Oh, so our Yao Yao finally decided to go." Lu Ying swirled the wine in her glass, raising an eyebrow at her. "She'll be gone for hours."

Xiang Yu chimed in, "Look at this hickey! President Meng really doesn't know how to be gentle with women!"

Shen Qingyao's face flushed instantly, and she glared at them reproachfully: "What nonsense are you talking about!"

She moved into a booth and glanced at the empty seats. "Where's Huihui?"

"Still bouncing around." Lu Ying leaned closer and lowered her voice, "Seriously, Brother Yu is way too clingy."

"That's right, that's right." Xiang Yu nodded in agreement, her eyes full of smiles.

Feeling embarrassed by their teasing, Shen Qingyao reached out to tickle Lu Ying, causing a burst of laughter in the booth.

"Ayu and I are about to head back. When are you planning to go back? Ayu will arrange for someone to take you back."

"No need to trouble Mr. Meng, my boyfriend will pick me up in a bit," Xiang Yu said.

"My driver will pick me up in a bit, you guys go back," Lu Ying replied.

Shen Qingyao glanced at Xu Huihui, who was still dancing, and said, "Okay, I'll head out now. Send me a message when you get home."

"I know, I know," Lu Ying waved her hand and reminded him, "Be careful on your way back."

Shen Qingyao smiled and agreed, then said a few more words to them before turning and walking towards the bar.

The night breeze carried the lingering smell of alcohol from the bar, brushing against Shen Qingyao's slightly flushed cheeks.

Meng Jiangyu's large, warm hands held hers firmly, his fingertips gently caressing her fingertips.

The black Rolls-Royce stood quietly at the entrance, its body gleaming coldly under the neon lights. The driver was already waiting respectfully beside the car, and as soon as the two approached, he bent down and opened the rear door.

Meng Jiangyu turned slightly to protect Shen Qingyao's head. After she was seated, he got into the car and stretched out his long legs to naturally pull her into his arms.

The moment the car door closed, it shut out the noise outside, leaving only a faint scent of cedar mixed with the sweet fragrance of Shen Qingyao's hair, creating a tranquil and tender atmosphere inside the car.

"Are you tired?" He lowered his head, his fingertips brushing against her temples, his voice incredibly gentle.

Shen Qingyao snuggled closer to him, finding a comfortable position, and looked up at him, a lingering smile in her eyes: "A little."

Meng Jiangyu chuckled and reached out to pull her coat tighter: "Then take a nap. I'll wake you when we get home."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and pressed down the partition on the car window, blocking the view from the person in front.

The light in the carriage dimmed, and Shen Qingyao closed her eyes, listening to his steady heartbeat. She quickly became sleepy, and her breathing gradually became long and even.

Meng Jiangyu looked down at the peaceful sleeping face of the person in his arms, his eyes almost overflowing with doting affection. He gently traced her eyebrows and eyes with his fingertips, a faint smile on his lips.

The Rolls-Royce slowly drove away from the bar, merging into the night, and steadily moved towards the direction of Manhe.

The Rolls-Royce was so quiet that only the sound of even breathing could be heard. Shen Qingyao was fast asleep in Meng Jiangyu's arms, her long eyelashes casting a small fan-shaped shadow under her eyelids, and a faint smile on her lips.

Suddenly, a rapid cell phone ring broke the silence.

Meng Jiangyu's brows furrowed almost imperceptibly, as if afraid of disturbing the person in his arms, and he picked up Shen Qingyao's phone with extremely gentle movements.

The words "Yingying" appeared on the screen. His fingertips paused, and a look of deep concentration flashed in his eyes. Calling at this time was probably not a good thing.

He lowered his head, his thin lips close to Shen Qingyao's ear, his voice soft and gentle, with a touch of husky magnetism: "Yaoyao, wake up, it's Lu Ying on the phone."

Shen Qingyao was still half asleep. Her eyelashes fluttered, and she let out a soft moan, rubbing her eyes as she sat up, still a little dazed: "Um...who is it?"

Meng Jiangyu handed her the phone, gently smoothing her disheveled hair with his fingertips, his tone calm yet reassuring: "Lu Ying, answer it."

Shen Qingyao blinked, pressed the answer button, and her voice was still soft and sweet from just waking up: "Hello, Yingying? What's up?"

Lu Ying's voice on the other end of the phone was clearly panicked, even trembling with a hint of tears. She spoke rapidly, as if pouring out beans: "Yao Yao! Come back quickly! Hui Hui is missing! Xiang Yu and I only went to the restroom for about ten minutes! Her bag is still here, but she's nowhere to be found! We've searched the whole bar but can't find her!"

"What?" Shen Qingyao's sleepiness vanished instantly. She sat bolt upright, her face turning pale. Her fingers gripping her phone trembled slightly. "How could this happen? Did you call the police? Did you ask the bar staff?"

"We've already called the police and asked around! We've asked everyone! Nobody saw where she went!" Lu Ying's voice was full of helplessness. "Yao Yao, you have to think of something! What should we do now?"

Shen Qingyao's heart pounded, her eyes instantly reddened, and she turned to look at Meng Jiangyu, her eyes glistening with tears.

Meng Jiangyu raised his hand and pressed it against Shen Qingyao's slightly trembling shoulder. The warmth of his fingertips passed through the fabric, carrying a reassuring strength.

Meng Jiangyu's voice was deep, cold, and resolute: "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

He then spoke into the phone in a deep, calm voice: "Lu Ying, listen, Yao Yao and I are coming right away. Have the bar manager pull up all the surveillance footage from tonight, focusing on the area where people were dancing twenty minutes ago, as well as all the bar's exits."

Before he finished speaking, he had already pulled out his phone and dialed Jason's number.

The call was answered instantly, and Meng Jiangyu spoke at an astonishing speed: "Jason, Starwars Bar, take a team there immediately, and contact Director Li to request the surveillance footage from the area around the bar."

Jason responded crisply on the other end: "Yes, boss."

After hanging up the phone, Meng Jiangyu reached out and ruffled Shen Qingyao's hair. Seeing her reddened eyes, his tone softened instantly, yet remained confident: "It's alright. My people have already gone, and we'll have news soon."

He turned to the driver in the front seat and said coldly, "Turn around and go back to the bar."

The Rolls-Royce made a clean turn, the sound of its tires screeching against the pavement particularly clear in the night, and sped off toward the bar.