The Cinnabar Mole of a Beijing Circle Tycoon

The snow at the end of winter had not completely melted, and the central air conditioning in Yu Garden was providing warmth at a constant temperature. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows was a courtyard covered with a thin layer of snow, and inside, a faint milky fragrance wafted through the air.

On the seventh day postpartum, Shen Qingyao leaned against the headboard of the bed covered with a soft down cushion. Her face still had a slight postpartum pallor, but her eyes were gentle as she looked at the two sleeping babies beside her. The love in her eyes was so deep that it could not be melted away.

Meng Jiangyu sat on the leather sofa by the bed, holding a bowl of warm bird's nest porridge in his hand. He gently blew on it and brought it to her lips, his voice low and gentle: "Wife, drink the porridge."

Shen Qingyao opened her mouth slightly, swallowed the soft and glutinous bird's nest, her gaze still fixed on the two little ones, and spoke softly, her voice still soft after childbirth: "Husband, look at them, they're sleeping so well."

Meng Jiangyu put down the bowl, reached out and gently brushed away the stray hairs on her forehead, his fingertips caressing her cheek, his eyes filled with unwavering doting and tenderness.

From the moment she was pregnant for ten months until she gave birth to the twins after labor pains, he stayed by her side every step of the way, and his heart ached as he listened to her suppressed cries of pain.

It wasn't until his two adorable children came into the world that his long-held anxiety finally subsided.

"You've worked hard, my wife." He lowered his head and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead. His gaze then shifted to their two little dumplings, and his tone softened instantly. "Our Shiyan and Shiyi are both very healthy."

These two names were carefully considered and decided upon by him as early as when Shen Qingyao was three months pregnant and it was found out that she was having twins.

At that moment, he was sitting in his study, flipping through ancient books, when his fingertip stopped on the phrase "May the world be at peace and may the times be favorable," and a thought struck him.

His wish for his son was for peace and tranquility throughout the world, and for him to live a smooth and carefree life. His blessing for his daughter was for her to live a gentle and peaceful life, and for her to be treated kindly by time.

Meng Shiyan and Meng Shiyi, taken together, represent his most sincere hopes for his wife, children, and family.

He showed her the Xuan paper with his name written on it. Each stroke was powerful and vigorous, and his eyes were full of tenderness. When she looked at those eight characters, her eyes instantly welled up with tears.

The crib was personally chosen by Meng Jiangyu, covered with soft pure cotton bedding. The two little ones lay side by side, tiny little bundles with fair skin and delicate features, looking just like the two of them.

The older brother, Meng Shiyan, was born a little earlier than his younger sister, Meng Shiyi. Even though he was asleep, he was restless. His little eyebrows would furrow occasionally, and his little hands would scratch wildly in the air, as if he was exploring something. His little mouth would also smack from time to time, revealing a natural mischievousness.

The younger sister, Meng Shiyi, was much quieter. Her eyes were closed, her long eyelashes drooping gently like two small fans, her small body curled up softly, her breathing even and long, quiet and peaceful, like a delicate porcelain doll, so well-behaved that it broke your heart.

"Look at Shi Yan, he can't even sleep peacefully," Shen Qingyao chuckled softly, as if afraid of disturbing the two children. "He'll definitely be a naughty little devil in the future."

Meng Jiangyu followed her gaze and looked at his son's restless little face. A faint smile appeared on his lips: "It's good that he's a little naughty. It's good for boys to be lively. They can protect their little sister in the future."

He paused, looked at his quiet daughter, and softened his tone, "Shiyi is quiet, just like you, gentle and well-behaved."

The family hired an experienced and top-notch postpartum nanny to take care of the two children's eating, drinking, and toileting needs, so Meng Jiangyu never let Shen Qingyao worry about anything.

When the baby cries at night, the postpartum nanny gets up immediately to take care of him, changing diapers, making formula, and soothing him to sleep. She is quick and efficient and won't disturb Shen Qingyao, who is in postpartum confinement.

Meng Jiangyu turned down all unnecessary work, handled company matters remotely whenever possible, and stayed by Shen Qingyao's side almost 24 hours a day.

Shen Qingyao looked at President Meng, who was decisive and powerful in the business world, but in front of her and her child, he shed all his sharpness and only showed gentleness and patience. Her heart was filled with warmth.

The afternoon sunlight streamed through the French windows, spilling onto the crib and giving the two sleeping little ones a gentle golden edge.

Meng Shiyan seemed to have slept enough. He twisted his little body, first frowned, then pouted and cried.

The crying wasn't loud, but it instantly broke the silence in the room.

Meng Jiangyu immediately got up, walked quickly to the crib, and awkwardly and carefully reached out to gently touch his son's little face, coaxing him softly, "Shiyan, be good, don't cry, Daddy's here."

Perhaps sensing a familiar presence, Meng Shiyan paused in her crying, squinted her little eyes a crack, looked at the man in front of her, and then continued to whine, kicking her little arms and legs even more enthusiastically, looking utterly mischievous.

Startled by her brother's crying, Meng Shiyi's long eyelashes trembled, but she didn't cry; she simply opened her eyes slightly.

Those were almond-shaped eyes, just like Shen Qingyao's, clear and bright, filled with starlight, looking around innocently, quietly observing this brand new world.

Hearing the crying, the nanny tiptoed over and said with a smile, "Sir, Madam, the little boy must be hungry. I'll go make some formula."

Meng Jiangyu nodded, his gaze still fixed on the two children.

Shen Qingyao propped herself up, trying to sit up and take a look. Meng Jiangyu immediately turned around, quickly walked to the bedside, supported her back, placed a soft cushion under her, and gently instructed, "Slow down, don't tire yourself out."

"I just wanted to see them," Shen Qingyao said with a smile, her gaze falling on her daughter. "Shiyi is such a good girl, she didn't even cry when her brother woke her up."

"Shiyi is quiet, unlike Shiyan, who is naturally lively." Meng Jiangyu sat down next to her, reached out and held her hand, "With her brother protecting her from now on, Shiyi won't suffer any grievances."

The nanny prepared the formula, picked up the crying Meng Shiyan, and carefully fed her.

The little one, with the pacifier in his mouth, immediately quieted down and drank the milk in big gulps, his little cheeks puffing out. After he was full, he became energetic again, his little eyes darting around, and his little hands gripping the nanny's fingers with surprising strength.

After feeding her older brother, the nanny picked up her younger sister, Meng Shiyi.

The little girl drank slowly and quietly, sip by sip. After finishing, she yawned slightly, closed her eyes, and continued to sleep peacefully. Her well-behaved manners made the nanny praise her, saying, "The young lady is so well-behaved, much less troublesome than the young master. She is so quiet at such a young age; she will definitely grow up to be a gentle girl."

Meng Jiangyu and Shen Qingyao smiled at each other, their eyes filled with happiness.

As evening approached, Shen Qingyao felt sleepy. Meng Jiangyu covered her with a blanket, sat by the bed, and watched her peaceful sleeping face before turning to look at the two children in the crib.

The older brother, Meng Shiyan, was already awake, waving his arms and legs in the crib and making babbling sounds, as if he were talking to his younger sister.

The younger sister, Meng Shiyi, remained lying quietly, occasionally twitching her little finger in response to her brother's antics.

Meng Jiangyu took out his phone and captured the scene.

In the photo, the wife sleeps peacefully, surrounded by her children, bathed in warm light, a scene full of tenderness.

He set the photo as his phone wallpaper, and as he gently swiped his finger across the three figures on the screen, he felt that this was the most fulfilling happiness of his life.

The days during postpartum confinement passed slowly and gently.

Shen Qingyao didn't need to worry about anything; she only needed to rest and recuperate. Meng Jiangyu had everything arranged perfectly.