The Cinnabar Mole of a Beijing Circle Tycoon

The sound of the Rolls-Royce's engine tore through the thick night, and the car, like a sharp black lightning bolt, came to a steady stop in front of the bar in an instant.

Meng Jiangyu was the first to push open the door and get out of the car. The hem of his black custom-made suit was lifted by the night wind. He casually raised his hand to button up his suit, his well-defined fingers brushing against the fabric, and his noble aura spread in the night.

Shen Qingyao followed him out of the car, her fingertips still warm from the heat of his palm. Looking at the man's straight back, her heart, which had been hanging in mid-air, calmed down a little.

Jason hurried forward, followed by the bar manager, whose face was filled with fear. Lu Ying and Xiang Yu also caught up quickly, their faces full of anxiety.

"Boss, we just found out that the person was taken to a nearby budget hotel, room number 418. He's okay for now, and the bodyguards have secured the scene," Jason reported.

"Go there immediately." Meng Jiangyu's thin lips parted slightly, his tone devoid of emotion, yet carrying an unquestionable air of command.

Before long, the group arrived at the entrance of the budget hotel.

Meng Jiangyu leaned against the car door, his gaze falling on Shen Qingyao's tense profile: "Yaoyao, I'll wait for you here."

"Okay." Shen Qingyao responded and quickly walked inside with Xiang Yu and Lu Ying.

The cold, glaring light in the elevator car made Shen Qingyao's jawline appear even more taut.

"How could something like this happen? It's terrifying," she murmured, her fingertips unconsciously curling up.

Lu Ying's face turned pale: "I've never encountered anything like this before in my entire life."

Xiang Yu pressed her hand to her chest, her voice trembling: "My heart is still pounding, I'm so afraid something might happen to Huihui."

With a crisp "ding," the elevator doors slowly slid open.

The cheap carpet in the hallway absorbed all footsteps, and the silence was unsettling.

As the three of them landed, the motion-activated lights turned on one after another. The dim yellow light, mixed with the damp, musty smell of the carpet, made the narrow corridor feel even more oppressive.

Xiang Yu walked in front, and just as her fingertips touched the doorknob of 418, the door was suddenly pulled open from the inside.

Two bodyguards in black suits stepped aside expressionlessly, revealing Xu Huihui curled up in the corner of the bed.

Her hair was disheveled and stuck to her tear-streaked cheeks, her skirt was torn askew, and her exposed ankles were stained with red marks.

The moment Xu Huihui saw Shen Qingyao and the other two, tears streamed down her face. She sobbed as she rushed over, crying, "Qingyao... I was so scared..."

Shen Qingyao quickly reached out to catch her, her palm stroking her trembling back, gently patting her: "Don't be afraid, we're here."

Lu Ying strode forward and draped the coat she had brought over Xu Huihui's shoulders. Her gaze swept over the man in the corner of the room, his face bruised and swollen, being restrained by bodyguards, and a cold glint flashed in her eyes: "We'll take you away from here."

"Mmm." Xu Huihui nodded, her voice choked with emotion.

Xiang Yu and Lu Ying helped her walk out, one on each side, while Shen Qingyao picked up their bags and followed closely behind.

As the group walked out of the hotel, Meng Jiangyu straightened up, the cigarette between his fingers still unlit.

He stepped forward, his gaze sweeping over Xu Huihui's pale face, and said calmly, "I'll have someone take you back."

Lu Ying quickly said, "Brother Jiang Yu, please take us to my place."

"Okay." As soon as Meng Jiangyu finished speaking, a black van slowly drove up.

The driver got out of the car and nodded respectfully: "Ladies, please get in."

Shen Qingyao helped Xu Huihui into the car, and Xiang Yu and Lu Ying followed suit.

She turned and walked up to Meng Jiangyu, looking up at him: "Ayu, I'll stay at Yingying's place tonight and keep Huihui company."

"Okay." Meng Jiangyu reached out and gently brushed his fingertips across the wrinkles between her brows, his tone soft. "That girl was frightened; she probably won't sleep well tonight. Have the doctor on standby and call me if anything happens."

Looking into his deep eyes, Shen Qingyao felt a warmth in her heart. She tiptoed and gently hugged him, saying, "Thank you, Ayu."

Meng Jiangyu tightened his arms around her, pulling her into his embrace, his chin resting on the top of her head, his voice low and tender: "With me, there's no need to thank me."

"I'll handle this." He released her hand and tidied the stray hairs at her temples. "Go on, don't keep them waiting too long."

"Then I'm leaving." Shen Qingyao waved to him, turned around and quickly got into the nanny van.

At four in the morning, the night was still shrouded in darkness when the nanny van silently pulled up in the underground parking garage.

The group was woken up by the driver, and then they staggered into the house, too lazy to even turn on the lights, and made their way into the bedroom by the faint light coming in from the window.

Shen Qingyao helped Xu Huihui lie down on the bed in the second bedroom. The girl curled up as soon as she touched the pillow, her brows still tightly furrowed, and the tear stains at the corners of her eyes were not completely dry, shimmering in the dim light.

Shen Qingyao was too tired to wash up. She simply pulled a thin blanket over the two of them, closed her eyes, and felt a wave of weariness wash over her. She fell into a deep sleep in no time.

In the master bedroom, Lu Ying and Xiang Yu fell asleep without even bothering to tidy up.

As dawn broke, Xu Huihui suddenly opened her eyes, her forehead covered in a layer of cold sweat, her eyelashes trembling wetly.

In her dream, she was still in that cramped budget hotel. The man's greasy hands and nauseating smile lingered in her mind. She wanted to shout, but her throat felt blocked by something, and she couldn't make a sound.

In her panic, her hand touched a warm body beside her.

Xu Huihui stiffly turned her head and saw that Shen Qingyao was sleeping soundly, her profile was incredibly soft in the morning light, and her breathing was even as it landed on the pillow.

The familiar silhouette acted like a calming pill, instantly soothing the surging fear in her chest.

She stared blankly for a long time, then carefully moved closer to Shen Qingyao, clutching the hem of her clothes. The trembling in her fingertips gradually subsided, her eyelids grew heavy, and she fell into a deep sleep.

The birdsong outside the window gradually became clearer, and sunlight filtered through the gaps in the curtains, casting dappled shadows on the floor.

The girls were still asleep.

As daylight streamed fully into the living room, the girls woke up one after another.

Shen Qingyao was awakened by the dryness and itchiness in her throat. She rubbed her temples, got up, glanced at Xu Huihui who was still asleep, and tiptoed to the living room to get a drink of water.

As soon as Shen Qingyao entered the living room, Lu Ying came out with messy hair, pointed at Shen Qingyao's cheek, and laughed so hard she couldn't stand up straight: "Yaoyao, your face... looks just like a cat covered in graffiti."

Shen Qingyao was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously touched her cheek, her fingertip touching a patch of foundation.

The makeup I carefully applied last night is now a mess; the eyeshadow has smudged and the lip gloss has spread to the corners of my lips.

"You too, we're both equally bad."

Lu Ying raised her hand and touched her face. Her fingertips touched the rough, powdery residue, and she couldn't help but laugh.

Xiang Yu walked out in a daze: "How is Huihui?"

"Still sleeping," Shen Qingyao replied, taking a sip of water.

The group washed up in the master bedroom's bathroom, the sound of running water washing away their lingering weariness.

Lu Ying squeezed out some toothpaste and asked, "By the way, how's that man?"

Shen Qingyao was splashing warm water on her face when she heard this. She paused and looked up at herself in the mirror. "I didn't ask in detail. Ayu said he could handle this."

After rinsing her mouth, Xiang Yu put down her disposable toothbrush and said confidently, "With Mr. Meng involved, that guy is definitely not going to get away with this."