The Cinnabar Mole of a Beijing Circle Tycoon

Meng Jiangyu didn't put down his phone immediately, but instead opened the photo he had just taken and looked at it carefully.

In the photo, snow blankets the sky, a broken bridge lies across the ground, and the two lean against the stone railing. She rests her head on his shoulder, her eyes gentle, while he rests his head on hers, his eyes soft.

"These photos are really good." Shen Qingyao leaned closer, looking at the group photo on her phone screen with delight in her eyes. She gently poked the two people on the screen. "Look, the snow looks like it's been filtered in the lens."

Meng Jiangyu raised his hand and gently ruffled her hair, brushing away the snowflakes from the ends. His voice was gentle: "The scenery is beautiful, but you are even more beautiful."

As he spoke, he opened the camera again, "Let's take a few more pictures, to keep some memories."

Shen Qingyao readily agreed, her eyes crinkling with delight as she cooperated.

The two changed positions a few times, but they were still leaning on each other. Occasionally, she would raise her hand and make a small peace sign next to her cheek, looking charming and cute.

Meng Jiangyu patiently took photos, and after each photo, he would show it to Shen Qingyao.

After taking several solo photos of Shen Qingyao that he was satisfied with, Meng Jiangyu put away his phone, pulled Shen Qingyao into his arms, and held her hand tightly.

"Honey, it's getting windy. Let's walk over there. There's a covered walkway there that we can take shelter from the snow."

Shen Qingyao nodded, leaned against him, and followed his footsteps slowly.

Walking along the corridor, sheltered from the cold wind, Shen Qingyao leaned against a wooden pillar and watched Meng Jiangyu looking down at the photos on his phone.

Later, that group photo of the snow-covered Broken Bridge remained the screensaver on Meng Jiangyu's personal mobile phone.

Every time Meng Jiangyu opens his phone and sees the two of them leaning on each other on the screen, and the Broken Bridge and West Lake behind them, he is reminded of that morning when the West Lake was covered in snow, and he held her hand on the Broken Bridge.

Her eyes were gentle, and the snow-covered sky was filled with joy.

In the afternoon, the clouds slowly dispersed, revealing a few patches of clear blue sky. Sunlight pierced through the thin clouds and fell on the snow-covered rooftops, embankments, and the surface of West Lake, refracting into tiny silvery lights. The hazy atmosphere between heaven and earth dissipated, leaving only the clear sky after the snow.

More and more tourists gathered around the Broken Bridge. Meng Jiangyu, with his arm around Shen Qingyao's shoulder, stood on the observation deck on the second floor of the villa, gazing at the shimmering lake in the distance. His voice was deep and gentle: "The snow has stopped, the flight routes should resume. Have Jason arrange a plane, we'll return to Beijing this afternoon."

Shen Qingyao nodded slightly, her gaze still lingering on the magnificent West Lake scenery before her. The snow-covered lake and mountain landscape was even brighter than in the morning.

She leaned on Meng Jiangyu's shoulder, her fingertips lightly hooking the cuff of his coat, and whispered, "Time flies, next week is the New Year."

Meng Jiangyu chuckled softly, raised his hand to ruffle her hair, and tucked the stray hairs that had fallen across her cheeks behind her ear. "This is the first New Year I've spent with you."

The two drove to the airport, where the car came to a smooth stop on the private airport's tarmac. Next to the black Maybach, a silver-white private plane was quietly parked, its fuselage gleaming with a cold metallic sheen in the post-snow sunlight. The gangway slowly descended, and the crew stood respectfully on both sides.

Meng Jiangyu led Shen Qingyao step by step up the gangway.

Warm lighting bathed the cabin, and an elegant coffee table sat beside the soft leather sofa, on which warm tea and her favorite snacks were already prepared.

Blankets and cushions were all provided, and even her usual hand cream was carefully placed in a corner of the coffee table.

This is Meng Jiangyu's private jet, which he rarely takes with him, except for Shen Qingyao.

From the moment she first set foot here, everything was arranged according to her preferences.

After Shen Qingyao sat down, Meng Jiangyu covered her legs with a cashmere blanket.

He sat beside her, raised his hand and pressed a button, and the cabin's blackout curtain slowly opened, revealing a clear sky after the snow, with a few white clouds drifting by occasionally.

"Would you like to take a nap?" Meng Jiangyu adjusted the angle of her seat so she could lean back more comfortably. "The flight isn't long, only a little over two hours. By the time you wake up, we'll be in Beijing."

Shen Qingyao took the cushion he handed her, leaned back in the soft chair, and took a sip of warm tea: "I'm not sleepy. Look at the scenery outside the window. The sky is so blue after the snow."

She turned her head to look out the window, sunlight streaming through the porthole and casting a soft golden glow on her face, making her features incredibly gentle.

Meng Jiangyu's gaze fell on her profile, his eyes filled with tenderness. He didn't say anything more, but just stayed quietly with her.

The cabin was quiet.

Shen Qingyao looked at the scenery outside the window for a while, then turned to look at Meng Jiangyu, who was looking at an English document on his tablet.

Looking at the English text all around her, Shen Qingyao felt her eyelids getting heavy. She leaned on his shoulder and gradually became sleepy.

Meng Jiangyu noticed that her breathing gradually became calmer. He looked down at her and saw that she had already closed her eyes and fallen asleep.

He gently adjusted his position to make her more comfortable.

The clouds outside the window drifted by, the sunlight remained warm, and the cabin was cozy, accompanied by the soft sound of the engines.

After an unknown amount of time, Shen Qingyao slowly woke up amidst a slight jolt. She rubbed her sleepy eyes and looked up to meet Meng Jiangyu's gentle gaze.

He reached out and wiped away the few drops of moisture from the corners of her eyes, and said softly, "Awake? We're almost in Beijing, about ten minutes until we land."

Shen Qingyao nodded, stretched in his arms, and said in a soft, sleepy voice, "I slept so soundly."

She turned her head to look out the window, where she could already see the outline of Beijing, with the city's central axis extending from the Forbidden City.

The plane landed slowly, taxied across the tarmac, and came to a steady stop in its designated parking position.

The gangway slowly descended, and the flight attendant thoughtfully handed over a thick coat. Meng Jiangyu first helped Shen Qingyao put on a long black down jacket, then took her hand and led her off the plane.

As soon as she stepped out of the cabin, a gust of cold wind hit her in the face. Meng Jiangyu shielded her with his body, protecting her from the cold wind.

Jason had already parked the car at the bottom of the gangway. The black Rolls-Royce was blowing its heater on full blast, and the moment the door opened, the warmth enveloped the two of them.

After getting on the bus, Shen Qingyao leaned back in her seat and watched the airport scenery slowly receding outside the window.

Meng Jiangyu took her hand, his fingertips gently stroking her fingertips, his eyes filled with tenderness: "We're home."

Those two simple words warmed Shen Qingyao's heart.

Yes, I'm home. Home is wherever he is.

As long as he is by my side, I have a place to belong and peace of mind.

The car drove steadily through the streets of Beijing, where festive red lanterns hung from the branches on both sides of the road, creating a strong festive atmosphere.