The Cinnabar Mole of a Beijing Circle Tycoon

That evening, Shen Qingyao was at home with her two children when Meng Jiangyu was invited to attend an important business reception.

This cocktail party brought together many business luminaries, partners, competitors, and investors from all walks of life, all dressed in fine clothes, clinking glasses and exchanging pleasantries.

Meng Jiangyu, dressed in a bespoke black suit, stood tall and straight, with a cold and stern expression, exuding a powerful aura in the crowd.

He was the center of attention, and many people took the initiative to approach him and chat, hoping to get on board with HanHai Capital.

He was socializing, his face expressionless, his tone distant yet polite. He held a glass of champagne but drank very little, remaining sober throughout, wanting only to end the socializing as soon as possible and go home to his wife and children.

While he was talking with a business partner, the partner called over two glamorous, slender young women, one on each side, trying to get closer to Meng Jiangyu.

This is a common tactic in the business world: using beauty to win over partners. In the eyes of many, it is an unspoken rule.

This business partner assumed that a young, promising man like Meng Jiangyu, who held considerable power, would certainly not refuse such a "kind offer."

The woman's strong perfume wafted over, and Meng Jiangyu's brows furrowed instantly, a clear look of disgust flashing in his eyes. He subconsciously took a step back, creating some distance between them.

His business partner, thinking he was just being coy, smiled and smoothed things over: "Mr. Meng, you've worked hard. These two are specially prepared for you, to keep you company with a drink and help you relax. Don't be shy."

Meng Jiangyu's gaze turned cold, and his tone, though calm, carried an undeniable refusal: "No need. My wife is jealous."

Four words, clear and powerful, carrying a distinct warning.

He thought this would be enough to make the other party back down, but the business partner persisted, a fawning smile plastered on his face, as he continued to plead, "Mr. Meng, men are just playing around. Your wife won't know. Don't worry, I'm very tight-lipped, it definitely won't reach Mrs. Meng's ears."

In his view, it was nothing more than sending a woman, a harmless act that could both please Meng Jiangyu and promote cooperation—a win-win situation.

He never expected that his "good intentions" would directly step on Meng Jiangyu's minefield.

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Meng Jiangyu's suddenly cold aura.

Meng Jiangyu took a small step forward, and an oppressive aura instantly enveloped the entire area. The previously noisy atmosphere quieted down, and everyone's eyes were focused on the two of them.

He looked at his clueless business partner, his thin lips parted slightly, and he spoke each word with conviction: "What 'a jealous wife' means is having a very kind wife and being very easily jealous like me. My wife is beautiful and lovely, you know that? If you do, you're dead."

After he finished speaking, the entire room fell silent.

The two beautiful women who had originally wanted to approach were so frightened that their faces turned pale, and they quickly retreated, not daring to even breathe.

The business partner froze on the spot, his smile instantly turning to ice, cold sweat streaming down his forehead, and his legs trembling slightly.

He then realized just how much of a dangerous person he had messed with.

What he thought was just playing along, Meng Jiangyu saw as a desecration of his wife, a suicidal act that crossed the line.

Meng Jiangyu was never a good-tempered person. He was decisive and ruthless in public, but he was gentle and tender towards Shen Qingyao.

The opposite of this gentleness is an uncompromising protectiveness that allows no one to violate it.

He could tolerate the deceit and treachery in the business world, and the open and covert struggles of his rivals, but he could not tolerate anyone, in any way, tarnishing his relationship with Shen Qingyao or offending his wife.

The saying "a jealous wife" doesn't mean Shen Qingyao is jealous, but rather that Meng Jiangyu is the one with an extremely strong possessive nature, who can't stand anyone getting close to his wife, and who can't tolerate others speculating about his marriage with dirty thoughts.

His Shen Qingyao is kind, gentle, beautiful, and lovely. She is the apple of his eye and the treasure he will protect with his whole life. How could he allow others to make unwarranted speculations about her?

Meng Jiangyu didn't bother to look at the pale-faced man in front of him again. His eyes were as cold as ice. He said, "Our cooperation ends here," and turned to leave.

As people at the party watched Meng Jiangyu's departing figure, they all gasped in shock.

Everyone knows that Meng Jiangyu, the president of the Meng Group, dotes on his wife to the extreme, but no one expected that someone would be so reckless.

As he stepped out of the party, a gentle evening breeze blew by. Meng Jiangyu took out his phone and dialed Shen Qingyao's number. As soon as the call connected, he heard his wife's gentle voice and the noisy chatter of their two children.

"Honey, when are you coming back? Shi Yan and Shi Yi are waiting for you to tell them a story."

Meng Jiangyu got into the car, his tone softening instantly, his deep voice filled with tenderness: "I'll be back right away, and I'll bring you your favorite desserts."

"Dad! Dad! Shiyan wants strawberry cake!" Meng Shiyan's clear voice came from the phone.

"Yiyi wants to eat mango dumplings..." Meng Shiyi's soft voice followed.

Meng Jiangyu smiled and agreed to each one: "Okay, I'll buy them all, I'll buy them all for you."

After hanging up the phone, he instructed the driver to drive off, gazing at the dazzling night view outside the window, his heart filled with warmth.

Throughout his life, he dominated the business world and possessed immense wealth and status, but what he valued most was never these material possessions.

Instead, it was his wife waiting for him to come home, and his two children who were doting on him.

The car drove smoothly on the way home, getting closer and closer to that loving little home.

A gentle smile always lingered on Meng Jiangyu's lips.

When I got home, the living room was lit with warm lights.

Shen Qingyao, dressed in soft loungewear, was sitting on the carpet, playing with building blocks with her two children.

Meng Shiyan lay on the ground, building a tall castle, while Meng Shiyi nestled in her mother's arms, quietly handing her building blocks.

Hearing the door open, the two children immediately looked up and excitedly shouted, "Daddy's home!"

Meng Shiyan was the first to rush over and hug Meng Jiangyu's leg. Meng Jiangyu bent down and picked up his son, then picked up his daughter who ran over. Shen Qingyao stood up, smiled and walked towards him, her eyes full of tenderness.

Holding a child in each arm, Meng Jiangyu walked up to his wife, lowered his head, and gently kissed her forehead, his voice so tender it could melt your heart: "I'm home, my wife."

Shen Qingyao smiled and nodded, "Honey, you've worked hard."