The Cinnabar Mole of a Beijing Circle Tycoon

Cartier's private dinner was held in the club's private banquet hall, where warm yellow crystal chandeliers wrapped around the vintage carved dome, and the jewelry in the glass display cases reflected a delicate and dazzling light, while the air was filled with the rich aroma of fine champagne and roses.

Shen Qingyao walked into the venue arm in arm with Lu Ying, her eyes filled with undisguised joy.

Both of them wore simple little black dresses today. Shen Qingyao wore an antique Cartier necklace around her neck, which made her skin look as white as snow.

Lu Ying put her hair up in a bun and wore an antique Cartier crown.

The two of them are currently obsessed with Xu Chen, a top celebrity in the entertainment industry and a Cartier ambassador.

As the spokesperson, he would definitely attend the banquet, so he came to see his idol with Lu Ying.

"Oh my god, oh my god, he's over there!" Lu Ying gripped Shen Qingyao's wrist, her gaze fixed on Jiang Chen not far away.

Jiang Chen wore a well-tailored black suit, shedding his flamboyant demeanor in front of the camera and exuding a more gentle and refined air.

He was sitting in his seat, talking quietly with the brand manager. His profile was sharp and refined, attracting the attention of many female guests present.

To their even greater surprise, the waiter led them to their seats and then went straight to the seat next to Jiang Chen.

Shen Qingyao was on the left, and Lu Ying was on the right, perfectly sandwiching the top star in the middle.

"Hello, I'm your fan." Shen Qingyao's fingertips trembled slightly as she sat down. When she looked up and met Jiang Chen's gaze, her cheeks instantly flushed.

Jiang Chen raised an eyebrow slightly, then revealed a perfectly timed smile, his voice clear and melodious like the clinking of jade: "Thank you for your support, it's a pleasure to meet you all."

That smile made Shen Qingyao and Lu Ying's hearts skip a beat.

For the rest of the time, the two of them completely transformed into "fangirls," and the sound of their phone shutters clicking almost non-stop.

Lu Ying also took the opportunity to chat with Jiang Chen about his latest drama. When they got excited, even his voice became a little excited.

Jiang Chen didn't have any airs of a top star at all. He patiently responded to their conversation and would occasionally take the initiative to talk to them. His gentle and gentlemanly demeanor made Shen Qingyao and Lu Ying exclaim, "It's so worth it to be a fan of him in person!"

Halfway through the banquet, Jiang Chen walked to the front of the stage as scheduled, picked up the microphone, and officially began the presentation of the high-end jewelry.

"Next, I'd like to introduce you to Cartier's latest collection this year—'A Date with Stars'," Jiang Chen gestured for the waiter to open the display case. Under the lights, a diamond necklace and bracelet set shone brightly, while another set of sapphire earrings and a ring exuded a cool and noble air. "Each piece is crafted with meticulous care and is a limited edition worldwide..."

His voice was gentle and engaging, and his professional yet humorous explanations instantly piqued the interest of the guests present.

Xu Chen returned to his seat. "What do you guys think of these two sets of jewelry?"

Shen Qingyao's gaze fell on Xu Chen. "Do you want us to place an order?"

"This counts as part of my performance." Xu Chen looked at the two of them with starry eyes.

"Okay, then let's buy one." Shen Qingyao said.

Lu Ying's eyes sparkled: "I'll have one too."

As the year draws to a close, Beijing is enveloped in a bustling festive atmosphere. In the top-floor office of Hanhai Investment, Meng Jiangyu is working non-stop, his feet barely touching the ground.

Year-end reviews, next year's plans, and cooperation negotiations filled his schedule to the brim. He often didn't return until Shen Qingyao had fallen asleep, and he would leave again before she woke up in the early morning.

But he would never wrong his little girl.

Unable to be with her all the time, he instructed his assistant well in advance to collect all the invitations to interesting events in Beijing at the end of the year, so that Shen Qingyao could choose freely.

So Shen Qingyao pulled Lu Ying along and completely started the happy mode of "letting loose".

The two were in the front row of the concert venue, waving glow sticks along with tens of thousands of fans.

The popular singer's voice was deafening. Lu Ying sang along at the top of her lungs, while Shen Qingyao smiled and held up her phone to record the dazzling stage lights. Occasionally, she would look down and send a message to Meng Jiangyu: "The concert was super exciting."

Less than half a minute later, the phone vibrated. It was Meng Jiangyu's reply, along with a photo of him after a meeting. The man looked tired, but still handsome: "Honey, have the driver pick you up when you're done."

Shen Qingyao looked at the message, a sweet smile curving her lips. She then put her phone back in her pocket and turned to scream along with Lu Ying.

A few days after the concert, the two attended a fashion brand's dinner party in formal attire.

The dinner was held in the greenhouse garden, where crystal chandeliers were wrapped around flower racks and wine glasses clinked together.

Shen Qingyao wore a haute couture gown that Meng Jiangyu had specially sent over. The swaying skirt attracted many admiring glances.

She and Lu Ying, holding champagne glasses, strolled among the elegantly dressed and bustling crowd, chatting casually with familiar socialites and occasionally gathering together to comment on the jewelry on display, thoroughly enjoying themselves.

Lu Ying nudged her arm and winked, "You come out with me every day, doesn't your boss Meng get jealous?"

Shen Qingyao took a bite of dessert, a smile playing in her eyes: "He wouldn't. He said as long as I'm happy, that's all that matters."

No sooner had he finished speaking than his phone rang again.

It was a video call from Meng Jiangyu. Shen Qingyao got up and went to a quiet place to answer it.

On the screen, the man took off his suit jacket, his tie loosened slightly, and leaned against the desk, looking at her tenderly: "Was the dinner party fun? Isn't the dress I picked out for you beautiful?"

Shen Qingyao twirled around, her skirt tracing a graceful arc, her eyes crinkling with laughter: "It looks amazing! So many people have asked me where I bought it!"

Meng Jiangyu chuckled softly, his voice deep and husky: "My Yaoyao, you look good in anything."

After hanging up the phone, Shen Qingyao, filled with sweetness, turned around and joined Lu Ying in the lively atmosphere of the banquet.

The hustle and bustle of the banquet gradually faded away, and the night deepened.

Shen Qingyao and Lu Ying said goodbye at the garden gate, their fingertips still tinged with the warm, slightly tipsy feeling of champagne.

A cool evening breeze swept by, carrying the chill of a winter night. She pulled her shawl tighter around herself and took out her phone to text the driver when a familiar car headlight suddenly shone on her, its warm yellow light gently enveloping her.

The car window slowly rolled down, revealing Meng Jiangyu's handsome face.

"Get in the car." His voice was a little hoarse, but it sounded exceptionally pleasant.

Shen Qingyao was stunned for a moment, then her eyebrows curved into crescents, and she ran to open the car door and got in.

The carriage was warm and cozy, filled with the crisp scent of cedar emanating from him, mixed with a faint aroma of coffee.

"Why are you here? Didn't I say I'd just have the driver pick me up?" She leaned closer to him, gently poking his tense cheek with her fingertip, her voice full of surprise.

Meng Jiangyu took her mischievous fingers in his hand, his fingertips tracing the cool back of her hand, a smile playing in his eyes: "I'm done with work, so I wanted to come and pick up my darling."

As he spoke, he reached out and gently tidied her wind-blown hair.

Shen Qingyao leaned against him, her nose brushing against his shirt collar, her voice soft and sweet: "I had so much fun today."

He lowered his head and placed a gentle kiss on the top of her head. "I'm sorry, I haven't been able to spend much time with you these past few days."

"I'm not wronged." Shen Qingyao looked up at the bloodshot eyes of him and reached out to smooth his furrowed brows with heartache.

Looking into her clear eyes, in which his own image was reflected, Meng Jiangyu felt all the frustration he had been feeling about work vanish instantly.

He leaned down and gently pressed his thin lips to the corner of her lips, lingering there for a moment before reluctantly pulling away.

The car drove smoothly through the night, the neon lights outside the window rushing past.

Shen Qingyao leaned on Meng Jiangyu's shoulder, listening to his steady heartbeat, her fingertips twirling and playing with his fingers, as she chattered on and on about the interesting things that happened at the banquet.

Meng Jiangyu listened patiently, occasionally responding with a sound, his fingertips gently stroking the back of her hand, his eyes full of doting affection.

As they approached Yu Garden, Shen Qingyao was so sleepy that she could barely keep her eyes open, her head bobbing up and down like a lazy kitten.

As Meng Jiangyu carried her out of the car, she drowsily wrapped her arms around his neck and mumbled, "Meng Jiangyu...you smell so good..."

He chuckled softly, then walked even lighter, carefully carrying her home.

The warm light in the entryway illuminated the two figures holding hands, filling the room with an irrepressible sweetness.