The Cinnabar Mole of a Beijing Circle Tycoon

The good news that Shen Qingyao was pregnant with twins spread to her relatives and friends within half a day, and they all sent their blessings. Her phone was constantly buzzing with message notifications.

Shen Qingyao leaned back on the soft sofa, covered with a cashmere blanket that Meng Jiangyu had specially brought. Her fingertips swiped across the screen as she looked at the congratulatory messages, her eyes overflowing with a gentle smile.

The first message came from Fang Shuning, who was studying in Australia. Her excitement was palpable: "Yaoyao, oh my god! You're pregnant with twins! That's amazing! I'll come back to see you when I have my vacation!"

Shen Qingyao couldn't help but laugh out loud, quickly replying with her fingertips: "Okay, take good care of yourself over there."

I just replied to Fang Shuning, sent Yu a message of blessing, and said I would come to see her tomorrow. Lin Huihui also made a video call.

As soon as the video call connected, Lin Huihui's bright smiling face appeared on the screen, with the azure sky of Hainan and blooming bougainvillea in the background.

"Yaoyao, I've finally received your good news!" Lin Huihui's voice was loud and full of joy.

After hanging up the video call, Shen Qingyao felt a sweet warmth in her heart. Meng Jiangyu walked over with a glass of warm milk, gently handed it to her, and kissed the top of her head: "Who called? You look so happy."

"It's Huihui, she called especially to congratulate us." Shen Qingyao took the milk, sipped it, the temperature was just right, sweet but not cloying.

"They're so thoughtful." Meng Jiangyu sat down next to her, put his arm around her shoulder, and gently stroked her still flat stomach with his fingertips, his eyes so tender they could melt your heart.

Lu Ying also called, "Yao Yao, I have some good news to tell you too! I just found out I'm pregnant! We both found out we were pregnant on the same day!"

Shen Qingyao sat bolt upright, her eyes lighting up, her voice trembling with excitement: "Really, Yingying? You're pregnant too? On the same day? What a coincidence! This is double happiness!"

"It's true, we two are so in sync!"

The two chatted excitedly on the phone for a long time, from the joy of pregnancy to the name of their future baby, and their plans to raise the baby together. They talked non-stop, as if they had endless things to say.

After hanging up the phone, Shen Qingyao was still immersed in joy, hugging Meng Jiangyu's arm, her eyes crinkling with happiness: "Ayu, did you hear that? Lu Ying is pregnant too! We found out on the same day, it's amazing!"

"I heard you." Meng Jiangyu nodded with a smile and gently patted her back.

After entering the second trimester, Shen Qingyao truly understood what it was like to be pregnant with twins.

The burden on her body grew heavier day by day, her lower abdomen bulged at a visible rate, and she suffered from backache, leg swelling, chest tightness, and insomnia one after another, making her more than twice as hard-working as an ordinary pregnant woman.

What was even harder for her to control than her physical discomfort was the turmoil of her emotions.

One second she's quietly leaning on the sofa reading a book, the next she might get a sore nose, red eyes, and a temper that can flare up at any moment because of something trivial, and she's both stubborn and aggrieved.

Meng Jiangyu had already heard from the doctor that pregnant women carrying twins experience much more dramatic hormonal fluctuations than those carrying a singleton, and that mood swings and irritability are common.

But when he actually faced it, he realized that his daily life consisted of either coaxing Shen Qingyao or being on his way to coax her.

Everyone in Yu Garden knows perfectly well that the biggest rule in the family now is: whatever the mistress says is right, and if the mistress is unhappy, everyone has to appease her.

That evening, Zhang Ma carefully stewed bird's nest and served it to Shen Qingyao. It was warm, soft, and just the right amount of sweetness.

In the past, Shen Qingyao would have thanked her with a smile and finished drinking it in small sips.

But that day, she only glanced at it, her brows furrowed sharply, her nose twitched, and her tone was clearly impatient: "Why is it bird's nest again? I don't want to eat this, it's too fishy."

Standing to the side, Zhang Ma said, "Madam, this bird's nest is good for your health, especially for the two babies..."

"I know it's good for the baby, but I just don't want to eat it!" Shen Qingyao's voice rose a few decibels, her eyes instantly reddening, a wave of grievance washing over her. "You all only think about the baby, no one asked me if I wanted to eat it, or if I was feeling unwell!"

As soon as she finished speaking, tears started falling down her face.

She knew she shouldn't lose her temper, but the emotional turmoil caused by hormones was completely out of control. Her heart felt like it was stuffed with cotton, both suffocating and aching, and she couldn't hold back at the slightest provocation.

As soon as Meng Jiangyu entered the door, before he could even hang up his suit jacket, he heard sobbing coming from the living room.

He rushed over almost at lightning speed and immediately saw Shen Qingyao with red eyes and tears streaming down her face. His heart clenched instantly.

Without saying a word, he first moved the bowl of bird's nest to the side, then squatted down in front of Shen Qingyao, gently holding her slightly cool hand with his large hand, his thumb softly wiping away the tears on her face, his voice softer than cotton: "Don't cry, don't cry, it's my fault. I didn't ask Qingyao what she wanted to eat beforehand, and I'm sorry for making our baby suffer."

He didn't utter a single word of blame throughout, nor did he mention "for the sake of the child," putting her emotions first.

"I don't want bird's nest. I want the sour apricot preserves from that shop in the south of the city, and the strawberry daifuku from the alley entrance. I want them now." Shen Qingyao sobbed, her request being willful and unreasonable.

It takes an hour to drive from the south of the city to Yu Garden, and it's rush hour now, so it will take at least two hours to get back.

In the past, she would never have made things difficult for people like this.

Meng Jiangyu didn't hesitate for a moment and immediately nodded, gently stroking her reddened nose with his fingertips: "Okay, I'll go buy it now. You stay home and wait for me. Don't cry anymore. Crying for too long will hurt your eyes, and the two little babies in your belly will feel sorry for their mother."

He put the suit he had just taken off back on, turned around and walked out.

As Shen Qingyao watched his departing figure, her heart ached and softened. She was the one who was being unreasonable, yet he hadn't shown a single word of impatience.

The roads were completely congested during the evening rush hour. Meng Jiangyu, who usually values ​​efficiency, spent more than two hours on the road and visited two stores to buy the sour apricot preserves and strawberry daifuku she wanted.

When he got home, the first thing he did was hand the snacks to Shen Qingyao, his eyes full of tenderness: "Try them, see if they suit your taste?"

Shen Qingyao bit into a strawberry daifuku, the sweetness spreading from the tip of her tongue to the depths of her heart. Tears welled up again, this time tears of guilt: "Ayu, am I really that annoying? I always throw tantrums and make you run so far away..."

"Silly girl," Meng Jiangyu pulled her into his arms, his movements as gentle as if he were holding a fragile treasure, his large hand softly stroking her back, "You are my greatest hero now, carrying two little babies, you've worked so hard. You can throw a tantrum if you want, I'll buy you whatever you want to eat, as long as you're happy, I'll do anything for you."

He never said "Just bear with it," he only said "I'll go along with you."

Such scenes play out almost every day at Yu Garden.

Sometimes, around 2 a.m., Shen Qingyao would suddenly wake up, feeling that the moonlight outside the window was too bright, and she couldn't fall back asleep. Her temper would flare up, and she would kick off the covers and cry in grievance.

Meng Jiangyu immediately woke up from his sleep. Before he could even fully open his eyes, he groped his way up, pulled the blackout curtains shut, lay back down on the bed, gently hugged her from behind, patted her back, and hummed a tuneless, gentle melody until she fell asleep again.

Sometimes it's because of something small, like him coming home a minute late, and she feels like he doesn't care about her.

The plot on TV was too heartbreaking, and she would cry for a long time, then vent her emotions on him.

Even if he just raises his voice slightly, she'll blush and think he's being mean to her.

Meng Jiangyu was always incredibly patient.

He turned down all social engagements and kept his personal cell phone on 24/7. No matter how important the meeting was, he would immediately get up and answer her call as soon as he saw it.

The company's executives were used to their decisive boss, whose eyes would instantly change from cold and serious to tender and gentle the moment his phone rang, and whose tone would be so soft it could melt your heart.

"Okay, okay, I'll be right back. Don't be angry anymore, alright?"

"It's all my fault. I shouldn't have kept you waiting."

"You can do whatever you want, don't wrong yourself."