The Cinnabar Mole of a Beijing Circle Tycoon

People in the president's office joked privately, "Our president Meng's daily work schedule now consists entirely of 'pampering his wife,' aside from company affairs. His memos are full of his wife's mood changes, her favorite foods, and her dislikes. He takes it more seriously than he does with projects worth hundreds of billions."

Once, Shen Qingyao was insomnia during her late pregnancy, and her mood was at its lowest point.

When I woke up in the morning and saw the milk that Meng Jiangyu had placed on my bedside table, I suddenly exploded.

"I don't want to drink milk! I've had enough!" She shoved the cup away, spilling milk on the floor, her voice filled with exhaustion and irritability. "It's milk, bird's nest, and supplements every day. I'm about to throw up."

Meng Jiangyu wasn't angry or blaming her. Looking at her, his eyes were full of heartache: "If you don't want to drink, then don't. We won't drink anymore. Whatever you want to eat, we'll eat, okay? I didn't consider your feelings."

Seeing the bloodshot in his eyes, Shen Qingyao suddenly burst into tears, throwing herself into his arms, her voice choked with sobs: "Ayu, I really hate myself like this, always losing my temper and being so mean to you. Won't you get annoyed with me? Won't you stop loving me?"

Meng Jiangyu held her gently, as if afraid of touching her lower abdomen.

He lowered his head and kissed away her tears, his nose brushing against the top of her head, his voice deep and earnest:

"Never. You're going through so much hardship during your pregnancy, feeling physically uncomfortable and emotionally upset. What's wrong with throwing a tantrum? I'm your husband. If I don't comfort you, who will? Even if you were to yell at me every day, I would still be happy to do it, let alone just throwing a little tantrum now."

"Baby, remember, you're not alone. I'm always here. If you're upset, I'll be your punching bag; if you want to cry, I'll hold you; if you want to throw a tantrum, I'll stand here and let you yell at me."

As the days went by, Shen Qingyao's temper remained quick to flare up and quick to subside; she would still feel wronged, angry, and shed tears over the smallest things.

Meng Jiangyu continues to spend his days "pacifying his wife".

The servants at Yu Garden privately said that they had never seen a man who doted on his wife so much.

The sunlight outside the window was perfect, shining warmly and dazzlingly on the two figures embracing each other.

Shen Qingyao leaned against his firm, warm chest, listening to his steady heartbeat, and all her unease, restlessness, and grievances vanished.

The best love is never a smooth and sweet journey, but rather having someone willing to tolerate your bad moods when you are at your most vulnerable and unreasonable.

With gentleness and patience, Meng Jiangyu told her: Don't be afraid, I'm always here. You can make a fuss, I'll always comfort you.

On the ninth day of the first lunar month, the festive atmosphere was still strong. Red lanterns hung high in Yu Garden, and the snow covered the new plum blossoms in the courtyard. The air was filled with the sweet fragrance unique to the New Year.

Outside the window, the northern spring chill lingers, but inside, the underfloor heating is ample, making it warm and cozy, and everywhere you look, there's a mix of joy and nervous anticipation at the prospect of welcoming a new life.

The doctor had advised that twins would most likely be born early, so Meng Jiangyu moved all her work home, had her driver on standby downstairs 24 hours a day, and checked her hospital bag more than a dozen times.

In the afternoon, Shen Qingyao was leaning against the chaise lounge in the master bedroom, basking in the sun and flipping through a baby picture book, with Meng Jiangyu sitting beside her.

"Look, they're making a scene again." Shen Qingyao smiled and held his hand, her eyes filled with the soft light of someone about to become a mother.

The emotional ups and downs caused by hormones over the past few months have transformed into a sense of anticipation and peace as the due date approaches.

Meng Jiangyu lowered his head and placed a gentle kiss on her smooth forehead, his fingertips softly caressing her belly, his voice deep and doting: "Don't worry, you'll see Mom and Dad soon."

As soon as she finished speaking, Shen Qingyao's body stiffened abruptly, and a warm liquid slid down her thigh without warning, soaking the blanket beneath her.

She held her breath instantly, instinctively grabbing Meng Jiangyu's arm, her voice trembling slightly with panic: "Ayu... I think... my water broke."

This one sentence instantly got everyone in Yu Garden moving.

Meng Jiangyu immediately reached down to check Shen Qingyao's lower body. After confirming that her water had broken, his face turned slightly pale. He suppressed his panic and tried to calm himself down, saying, "Baby, don't be afraid, we'll go to the hospital right away."

He carefully lifted Shen Qingyao horizontally in his arms, his strength steady and firm, as if afraid of disturbing her even slightly.

Grandma and Mom from the old house received the call and were already on their way to the hospital.

In the car, Meng Jiangyu gently rested Shen Qingyao's head against his chest, his voice so tender it could melt your heart: "Wife, hang in there, we'll be at the hospital soon."

Shen Qingyao gripped his hand tightly, her knuckles turning white. After her water broke, contractions began to come in waves, and a fine pain spread from her lower abdomen, growing more and more intense.

She bit her lip, not wanting to show him a disheveled and pained appearance, but cold sweat kept dripping down her forehead.

"It hurts...husband, it hurts so much..." she choked out.

Meng Jiangyu felt as if an invisible hand was gripping his heart tightly, causing him unbearable pain. He wished he could take all her pain upon himself, so he could only kiss the top of her head again and again, whispering words of comfort.

The car drove smoothly yet quickly toward the private hospital. Doctors and nurses, who had been notified in advance, were already waiting at the entrance, and the trolley was ready in advance.

The car door opened, and Meng Jiangyu carefully lifted Shen Qingyao onto the stroller, staying by her side the entire time, running alongside the stroller into the delivery room corridor.

The smell of disinfectant filled the air, and the moment the red light came on, Meng Jiangyu's heart jumped into his throat.

Because the baby was in a good position, the doctor recommended a natural birth. Shen Qingyao was taken to the delivery room, and Meng Jiangyu changed into a sterile gown and held her hand tightly as she gave birth.

Inside the delivery room, the lights were bright and warm, and the soft hum of the instruments echoed rhythmically.

The contractions were getting more and more intense. Shen Qingyao trembled all over from the pain, tears mixed with sweat streaming down her face. She gripped Meng Jiangyu's hand tightly, her nails almost digging into his flesh.

Meng Jiangyu felt no pain at all; all his attention was on Shen Qingyao's pale face. He leaned down and whispered in her ear, wiping her sweat and encouraging her.

With the doctor's professional guidance and Meng Jiangyu's constant companionship, Shen Qingyao exerted all her strength.

At 3:42 p.m., a clear and tender cry broke the tension in the delivery room, and the first baby was born.

It was a boy, crying loudly, kicking his little arms and legs with great force, healthy and strong.

The nurse quickly cleaned him up, then gently pressed the baby's cheek against Shen Qingyao's face, her voice filled with joy: "Congratulations, it's a baby boy, and he's very healthy!"

Shen Qingyao weakly opened her eyes and looked at the small, wrinkled little dumpling in her arms. Tears welled up instantly, and all the pain seemed to vanish in that moment.

Meng Jiangyu stood aside, watching the tiny life. His tall body trembled slightly, his eyes instantly reddened, and hot tears silently streamed down his face.

Before he could calm his excitement, another soft cry came from the delivery room, and the second baby followed closely behind into the world.

My younger sister was born at 3:44 PM.

The little girl's cries were much gentler than her brother's, soft and sweet, like a kitten whimpering. Her delicate features made her look just like Shen Qingyao.

Congratulations! It's twins, a boy and a girl! The boy is healthy, the girl is beautiful, and both mother and babies are safe and sound!

As soon as the doctor finished speaking, Meng Jiangyu could no longer control himself. He knelt down, gently took Shen Qingyao's sweaty hand, and placed a deep and precious kiss on her tear-stained lips, his voice choked with emotion.

"Wife... thank you... thank you for giving me a son and a daughter, I love you."

Shen Qingyao smiled weakly, tears streaming down her face. Looking at the two tiny babies beside her and the man with red eyes in front of her, her heart was filled with happiness.

The older brother quietly closed his eyes, his little mouth moving gently, while the younger sister nestled beside him, her small body curled up, peaceful and obedient.

The two little ones have rosy skin, relaxed eyebrows and eyes, and have inherited all the best features from their parents. They are so cute that they melt your heart.

Meng Jiangyu squatted by the bed, staring intently at Shen Qingyao and the two newborn babies, his eyes so tender they could melt ice and snow.

He reached out and gently touched his son's soft little hand, then carefully stroked his daughter's fine baby hair, his movements as light as if he were touching the most precious treasure in the world.

He once thought that the pinnacle of his life was winning countless projects in the business world and having an impressive career.

But only now, looking at his frail yet happy wife beside him, and at his two little treasures, did he realize that having a wife and children was the most fulfilling happiness in life.

Outside the delivery room, the grandmother and mother, who had been waiting for a long time, as well as Xiang Yu and Lu Ying who had rushed over upon hearing the news, were all restless.

When the nurse came out of the room and said with a smile, "Mother and babies are safe, twins!" everyone cheered excitedly.

Grandma clasped her hands together, repeatedly chanting "Amitabha," and tears of joy streamed down her face.

Mother Meng covered her mouth, beaming from ear to ear, and kept saying, "Our Meng family is blessed."

Xiang Yu and Lu Ying exchanged a smile, their eyes filled with joy for their friend.

The ward was warm and inviting.

Shen Qingyao lay on the bed, having recovered her strength. She turned her head to look at the two little babies lying side by side beside her, and the smile on her lips never stopped.

Meng Jiangyu sat on the edge of the bed, gently tucking the blanket around her, his gaze fixed on her and the child, unable to look away for even a moment.

From then on, their world of two became a family of four, and their enduring love was enriched by the bond of blood.