The Cinnabar Mole of a Beijing Circle Tycoon

The banquet hall on the top floor of the Grand Hyatt Hotel is brightly lit, with crystal chandeliers reflecting countless fragments of gold that flow among the elegantly dressed guests.

The annual meeting of HanHai Investment is a grand event in the business world. Those who can set foot here are all industry leaders who have capital and resources.

As soon as Meng Jiangyu stepped into the venue, the previously noisy conversations suddenly quieted down.

The man wore a bespoke black suit, which accentuated his broad shoulders, narrow waist, and upright posture.

His innate nobility and imposing presence made the surrounding air seem to freeze.

And in the crook of his arm, he was affectionately holding Shen Qingyao's hand.

Shen Qingyao wore a moon-white fishtail dress, the hem of which was adorned with tiny pearls. When she moved, it was as if moonlight was shining on the surface of a lake, creating gentle ripples.

Her lightly made-up face showed a hint of shyness, and she subconsciously leaned closer to Meng Jiangyu, her fingertips gently gripping his suit sleeve.

This scene caused a huge uproar among the people present.

For the past three years, people in the industry have heard rumors that Meng Jiangyu, who is not interested in women, has been keeping a canary.

Everyone privately considered it to be a plaything he played with on a whim, since no one had ever actually seen this canary.

"That must be Miss Canary, right?" someone whispered, their gaze lingering on the two's clasped arms. "President Meng is really taking this seriously."

"It's more than just caring." A CEO next to him smiled meaningfully. "Look at the way President Meng looks at her. That's not how you look at a plaything. It's clearly how he cherishes her."

As they spoke, Meng Jiangyu noticed Shen Qingyao's nervousness. He turned his head, his warm breath brushing against her ear, his voice deep and gentle, carrying a tenderness unique to her: "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

His palm rested on the back of her hand that was linked with his, his fingertips gently caressing her delicate skin, the gesture intimate and natural.

This scene, as seen by onlookers, further confirmed the speculation that "good things are coming soon."

A familiar CEO stepped forward to offer a toast, his gaze landing on Shen Qingyao with a hint of probing: "President Meng, this young lady looks unfamiliar. Won't you introduce her to us?"

Meng Jiangyu tightened his grip around Shen Qingyao's waist, protecting her to his side. A faint smile played on his thin lips, but his tone carried an undeniable declaration: "My fiancée, Shen Qingyao."

The words "fiancée" were like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, instantly causing an uproar in the venue.

Those who had initially hoped for a lucky break or were waiting to see the joke fall apart all changed their expressions at this moment.

No one expected that Meng Jiangyu had actually fallen in love with her and wanted to marry her properly.

Upon hearing these three words, Shen Qingyao's cheeks flushed instantly, and her heart pounded as if it would leap out of her chest.

She looked up at Meng Jiangyu and met his smiling eyes, the tenderness in them almost drowning her.

Meng Jiangyu sensed her shyness, lowered his head and placed a light kiss on her forehead, the action natural and affectionate, eliciting a low gasp from those around him.

"Yaoyao," he whispered in her ear, his voice tinged with laughter, "from now on, they will all know that you are my wife, Meng Jiangyu."

Shen Qingyao's eyes welled up slightly. She tiptoed and gently pecked his lips, her voice barely audible: "I know."

Under the crystal chandelier in the banquet hall, the two smiled at each other, as if they were surrounded by a gentle barrier that no one else could reach.

No one dared to underestimate the girl that President Meng cherished, and no one doubted the weight of their feelings.

After all, Meng Jiangyu never does anything without being sure of success, and the people he brings with him are always his only ones.

The halo of light from the crystal chandelier fell on Shen Qingyao's moon-white skirt, its diamond-like luster swaying gently with her movements.

Shen Qingyao linked arms with Meng Jiangyu and gave a perfectly timed, slight smile to Hanhai's partners across the street.

Meng Jiangyu looked at the girl beside him who was handling things calmly, and a faint smile appeared in his deep eyes.

In the time that followed, Shen Qingyao became increasingly adept at handling the situation.

Meng Jiangyu stayed by her side the whole time, occasionally shielding her from overly spicy drinks, or subtly smoothing things over when she didn't know how to respond.

After going around in circles, Shen Qingyao's cheeks flushed slightly, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.

"Are you tired?" He lowered his head, his thin lips brushing against her ear. "Would you like to go to the lounge to rest for a while?"

Shen Qingyao shook her head, looked up at him, her eyes sparkling: "I'm not tired. Being with you is not tiring at all."

Her voice was soft and sweet, with a hint of coquetry.

Meng Jiangyu's heart softened instantly, and he grasped Shen Qingyao's wrist, their fingers intertwined.

Just as the two were about to move to get the dessert, a sweet voice with a hint of sharpness rang out from behind them.

"Mr. Meng, it's been a long time."

The newcomer was Lin Weiwei, the heiress of the Lin Group. She wore a fiery red fishtail dress that made her look radiant and flamboyant. However, her gaze toward Shen Qingyao was filled with undisguised scrutiny and contempt.

She walked straight up to the two of them, completely ignoring Shen Qingyao's presence, and said to Meng Jiangyu with a smile, "Mr. Meng, do you still remember me? My father, Lin Tai, has known you for many years. I met you briefly at a charity gala last year."

Meng Jiangyu's brows furrowed almost imperceptibly, the warmth in his eyes vanished instantly, leaving only a cold indifference, and he said in a deep voice, "What is it?"

Meng Jiangyu's attitude was cold, and Lin Weiwei's face stiffened for a moment. Then she forced a smile, looked at Shen Qingyao, and said in a deliberately difficult tone, "This must be Miss Shen, right? She looks quite well-behaved, but I wonder... if she is worthy of someone like President Meng."

The moment the words left his mouth, the surrounding air seemed to freeze.

The guests, who had been talking in hushed tones, turned to look, their eyes filled with anticipation for a good show.

Shen Qingyao's fingertips curled slightly. Just as she was about to speak, Meng Jiangyu put his arm around her shoulder and took half a step forward, completely protecting her behind him.

The man exuded an eerie aura, his deep eyes swirling with a chilling ferocity as he looked at Lin Weiwei as if she were an insignificant clown.

"Who are you to question my fiancée, Meng Jiangyu?" His voice wasn't loud, but it carried the force of a thunderbolt. "The Lin family has recently been vying for investment from Hanhai. It seems Miss Lin feels that this cooperation is unnecessary to continue."

A seemingly casual remark struck Lin Weiwei like a thunderbolt, leaving her face deathly pale.

The Lin Group is currently facing a tight cash flow and is only able to keep going thanks to Hanhai's investment. Meng Jiangyu's words are tantamount to cutting off the Lin Group's lifeline.

She never expected that Meng Jiangyu would threaten her so ruthlessly.

"Mr. Meng..." Lin Weiwei's voice trembled, all traces of her previous arrogance gone. "That's not what I meant..."

"Get lost." Meng Jiangyu was too lazy to waste any more words with her. His single word carried an unquestionable authority.

Lin Weiwei's face turned pale and then red, and she practically fled in panic amidst the pitying yet mocking gazes of the crowd.

The fierce aura around Meng Jiangyu dissipated, and he looked down at the girl in his arms, his eyes instantly filled with tenderness.

He gently stroked Shen Qingyao's cheek, his voice extremely soft: "Were you frightened?"

Shen Qingyao shook her head, looked up at him, her eyes slightly red, but her heart was filled with warmth. She whispered, "With you here, I'm not afraid."

Meng Jiangyu chuckled softly, his voice filled with possessiveness: "If anyone dares to treat you like this again, you won't even have to say a word. I'll let her know what happens when a woman offends Meng Jiangyu."

The news that Meng Jiangyu and his fiancée Shen Qingyao attended the Hanhai annual meeting, which had ended less than half a night ago, swept through the social circles of the entire Beijing entertainment circle.

Meng Jiangyu single-handedly built Hanhai Investment to the top of the industry. He is the most aloof and dignified single elite in Beijing's elite circle, someone that countless socialites flock to but can never even touch.

The name Shen Qingyao, which used to circulate only vaguely in a very small circle, has now become a hot topic of discussion in Beijing's elite circles overnight.

"So she's the person President Meng has kept hidden in his heart for three years."

"Judging from President Meng's protective attitude, he seems to be head over heels in love!"

Before the discussions had subsided, Shen Qingyao's name became a highly sought-after commodity by major luxury brands.

Manhe's home is constantly receiving gifts and banquet invitations from various brands.

The haute couture brand sent us their latest haute couture dresses, made of top-quality silk flown in from the air, with embroidery hand-stitched by artisans over a period of three months.

Looking at the gift boxes and invitations that filled half the living room, Shen Qingyao dialed Meng Jiangyu's number somewhat helplessly.

A deep, chuckling voice came from the other end of the phone: "What's wrong? Scared by all this?"

She gave a soft "hmm," her fingertips tracing the cover of a gold-embossed invitation: "There are too many, I don't know what to do with them."

Meng Jiangyu chuckled softly, his voice filled with a doting possessiveness: "Keep what you like, and have your assistant deal with what you don't." He paused, then added, "Yaoyao, you are my fiancée, Meng Jiangyu, and all of this is rightfully yours."

"I told them not to bother you because I was afraid of scaring you."

Should I go to the banquet or not?

"Go if you want to, don't go if you don't want to, it's up to you."

"Okay." After hanging up the phone, Shen Qingyao looked at the bright sunshine outside the window, and the corners of her lips unconsciously curved up.