The Cinnabar Mole of a Beijing Circle Tycoon

As soon as he finished speaking, the waiter came over with a tray. The freshly baked pineapple bun was sizzling with heat. Layers of flaky pastry, cut in half, were sandwiched with cool chunks of butter, and the sweet aroma mixed with the scent of milk filled the air.

Shen Qingyao couldn't wait to pick up a piece, take a bite, and the crispy crust fell onto the plate. The warmth and coolness collided on her tongue, sweet but not cloying.

She ate with a smile on her face, a few crumbs of pastry stuck to the corner of her mouth. Meng Jiangyu looked at her, a smile in his eyes, and reached out to wipe the crumbs away for her. His fingertips gently brushed against the corner of her lips, leaving a slightly cool touch.

"Eat slowly, no one's going to take it from you," he said, pushing a warm cup of Hong Kong-style milk tea in front of her. "Try this, it's just the right amount of sweetness."

Shen Qingyao took a sip, and the silky milk tea slid down her throat, spreading warmth throughout her body.

She looked up at him and met his deep eyes, which were filled with such tenderness that they almost drowned her.

The char siu was served, its color a bright red, with a perfect balance of lean and fat. Dipped in plum sauce, it melted in your mouth.

Meng Jiangyu picked up a piece and held it to her lips, his eyes full of affection: "Try it, this restaurant's char siu is roasted with lychee wood."

Shen Qingyao opened her mouth and took a bite. The sweet and sour sauce spread on her tongue. She squinted her eyes, like a satisfied cat: "Delicious."

Meng Jiangyu looked at her, picked up a piece himself, but his gaze never left her.

The night outside the window grew darker, and the streetlights in the alley came on. The dim yellow light shone through the window and fell on the two of them, on the steaming tea and snacks on the table, and on the pigeon blood red ring on her ring finger, so tender it was almost unbelievable.

Shen Qingyao suddenly remembered something and looked up at him: "How did you know about this shop?"

Meng Jiangyu put down his chopsticks, reached out and took her hand, his fingertips caressing her ring, his voice low and gentle: "I did my homework beforehand to bring you here."

Shen Qingyao's heart felt as if it had been gently bumped by something, melting completely. "You're usually so busy, how do you still have time to research this?"

"Isn't this what should be done?"

She gripped his hand tightly, their fingertips intertwining, and a gentle smile almost overflowed from her lips.

The old Cantonese songs on the radio were still playing softly, singing about the winds of Hong Kong, the warmth of the passing years, and the gentle, enduring love between them.

After they had a good meal, Meng Jiangyu took Shen Qingyao's hand and walked out of the alley.

The evening breeze was cool, and he naturally put her hand into his coat pocket, the warmth of his palm soothing her fingertips.

"I'll take you somewhere." He looked down at her, a smile hidden in his eyes.

The cable car slowly ascended, and the lights outside the window gradually spread out.

Shen Qingyao leaned on Meng Jiangyu's shoulder, watching the myriad lights below gradually shrink and merge into a flowing galaxy.

He wrapped his arm around her, shielding her from the occasional gust of cold wind, and gently tapped the back of her hand with his fingertips, as if making a silent rhythm.

When we arrived at Victoria Peak, it was already dark.

Meng Jiangyu led her to the best spot on the viewing platform. The evening breeze lifted her long hair, and he reached out to tuck it behind her ear, then rested his chin on the top of her head.

"Look," he said softly.

Shen Qingyao looked up and instantly held her breath.

The night view of Victoria Harbour is breathtaking, with countless neon lights outlining the city's silhouette. The sea reflects the dazzling lights, like an overturned jewelry box, shimmering and breathtakingly beautiful.

The skyscrapers in the distance are lit up, like shining pillars supporting the night view of Hong Kong Island.

A gentle breeze blew by, carrying the salty dampness of the sea.

Shen Qingyao couldn't resist reaching out to touch the dazzling light. Meng Jiangyu embraced her from behind, his arms tightly wrapped around her waist, his chest pressed against her back, his warm breath brushing against her ear: "Do you like it?"

"I love it." Shen Qingyao nodded, her voice soft, tinged with a hint of amazement. "I've never seen such a beautiful night view before."

Meng Jiangyu lowered his head, his lips brushing against her earlobe, his voice low and mellow with amusement: "No matter how beautiful Hong Kong's night view is, it can't compare to even a fraction of your beauty."

"Oh my, why are you saying so many sweet nothings today?" Shen Qingyao's cheeks flushed, and she turned around to bury herself in his arms, wrapping her arms around his neck, her nose brushing against his shirt collar, filled with the crisp scent of cedar.

"I'm sorry again." Meng Jiangyu chuckled, tightening his arms to pull her closer to him. He lowered his head and kissed the crown of her head, his gaze fixed on the distant lights, his eyes filled with tenderness.

"I'm so happy, I couldn't help but say it." Meng Jiangyu stroked the ring on Shen Qingyao's ring finger.

Shen Qingyao looked up at him, the moonlight falling on his brows and eyes, softening his usual sharpness.

"My darling, the most exquisite words of love in life are those that say, 'I see through the psychological needs, defense mechanisms, and even the concept of equivalent exchange behind human nature, but I possess them all myself and need not seek them out. I am willing to choose you with the purest subjective will.'"

With tears welling in her eyes, Shen Qingyao stood on tiptoe and gently kissed his chin. "I love you, Meng Jiangyu."

Meng Jiangyu's body stiffened, then he lowered his head and precisely captured her lips.

The kiss was light, carrying the coolness of the evening breeze and the sweet aroma of milk tea, as gentle as a dream.

"I love you, Shen Qingyao."

The lights of Victoria Harbour shimmer in the distance, while people embrace and kiss nearby—this is what tranquility looks like.

As night fell, the golden light spilled over the undulating silhouette of Victoria Peak, casting a warm glow over the milky-white Western-style villa.

A wrought iron fence meanders around the courtyard, and a clear swimming pool is nestled among the emerald lawn. The water reflects the ground lights, like a handful of flowing diamonds.

Meng Jiangyu's palm was warm and dry as he steadily led Shen Qingyao inside.

His pace was unhurried, carrying a confident composure. His fingertips occasionally brushed against the delicate skin of her wrist, causing her heart to flutter slightly.

The evening breeze carried the crisp scent of mountain grass and trees, brushing against their clasped hands and ruffling Shen Qingyao's loose hair.

"What a beautiful house!" Shen Qingyao exclaimed.

Meng Jiangyu didn't respond, but led her into the living room, which was warm and cozy.

The crystal chandelier in the entryway reflects shimmering light onto the gleaming marble floor.

Meng Jiangyu turned around, looked down at her, his eyes deep, like a cold pool filled with the night, shimmering with a tenderness rarely seen in others. "Baby, do you like it here?"

"I like it. Is this your new house?"

He gently traced her cheek with his fingertips, smoothing her wind-blown hair. His voice was deep and pleasant, carrying the crisp mountain breeze, yet tinged with tender earnestness: "No, this is a house I bought many years ago, the first gift I prepared for my future wife."

"The renovation started three years ago and was completed recently."

He paused, his gaze falling on her flushed earlobes, a faint smile playing on his lips. "So this house is what I prepared for you."

He leaned down slightly, his forehead touching hers, their breaths mingling, carrying the faint scent of cedar.

"Everything was decorated according to your preferences." Meng Jiangyu's voice was lower, carrying an undeniable solemnity.

"Honey, this is my proposal gift to you."

His hand was still holding hers, he didn't let go, and the warmth of his palm seeped through her skin and warmed her heart.

"You gave me so many things, I..."

Meng Jiangyu knew what she was going to say and interrupted Shen Qingyao, "Your love for me is the best gift."

Seeing Shen Qingyao's conflicted expression, Meng Jiangyu couldn't help but tease her, "So you really want to give me a gift?"

Shen Qingyao nodded.

Meng Jiangyu chuckled softly and said, "Baby, I want a child."

Shen Qingyao was shocked. "Is this something you can just take as you please? Stealing a child is illegal."

"Hahahaha..." Meng Jiangyu rubbed her little head, "What kind of nonsense are you thinking about all day long?"

The night outside the window was dark, and the outline of the distant mountains was blurred into a blur, but the light inside the villa was just right, gently drawing the two figures together.