The Cinnabar Mole of a Beijing Circle Tycoon

"You can come here to sit for a while every morning from now on." Meng Jiangyu parked the wheelchair next to the sofa, helped her sit down, and the soft touch made her sink in gently.

Zhang Ma quickly brought out the breakfast and placed it on the table.

On an exquisite white porcelain plate, steaming crab roe xiaolongbao (soup dumplings) are served, their thin skin revealing the orange-red broth inside.

Next to it was a bowl of crab roe noodles, with golden crab oil coating the chewy noodles and sprinkled with bright green scallions, giving it an irresistible aroma.

There were also several plates of Suzhou-style pastries, small and exquisite in appearance, exuding the elegance of Jiangnan.

The clay pot contains a soft and sticky eight-treasure porridge, while the crystal plate next to it holds bright red strawberries and plump blueberries, each one looking as if it had been carefully selected.

Meng Jiangyu carried Shen Qingyao to the dining table, saying, "I can do it myself..."

"I love carrying you over there!"

Shen Qingyao waved her hand, a helpless expression on her face, "Alright then!"

Meng Jiangyu was both amused and exasperated by her actions.

Shen Qingyao stared in astonishment at the table full of food.

It's the end of the twelfth lunar month now, and strawberries in the north have only recently come to market, with prices that are incredibly high. Not to mention these plump and juicy blueberries, which are clearly out-of-season fruits.

There are also crab roe xiaolongbao and crab roe noodles. The season when crabs are at their fattest has long passed, and it's not easy to find such delicious crab roe these days.

A slight thought crossed her mind, and she looked up at Meng Jiangyu.

He calmly picked up a small steamed bun with his chopsticks, gently bit open a small hole, and blew on the steam inside.

Indeed, with his power and ability, what can't he get if he wants it?

Not to mention off-season fruits and delicious crab roe, even rarer things can probably be easily obtained.

"Why aren't you eating?" Meng Jiangyu noticed her gaze and placed a small steamed bun on the small plate in front of her. "It won't taste good if it gets cold."

"Oh, okay." Shen Qingyao picked up her chopsticks and took out the steamed bun.

With its thin skin and generous filling, the deliciousness of crab roe exploded on her tongue, making her squint her eyes slightly from the heat, but she couldn't help but take another big bite.

Seeing her satisfied expression, Meng Jiangyu smiled and served her another small bowl of eight-treasure porridge: "Eat slowly, no one will take it from you."

"Mmm," Shen Qingyao mumbled, her mouth full.

Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a soft golden glow on her face.

She ate intently, unaware that a little crab oil smeared on the corner of her mouth, like a well-fed little squirrel, exuding an innocent and naive charm.

Meng Jiangyu picked up a tissue and reached out to wipe her mouth.

When her fingertips touched her warm skin, Shen Qingyao instinctively flinched, her cheeks instantly flushing red.

"Eat yours." He withdrew his hand, his tone flat, but his ears felt slightly hot.

Shen Qingyao lowered her head, pretending to concentrate on the porridge in her bowl, but her heart was pounding like a rabbit.

Sunlight fell into the bowl of porridge, making each grain of rice distinct and warm, just like her mood at that moment.

Perhaps, this kind of life isn't so hard to adapt to.

At least, the room full of sunlight and the warmth before my eyes are real.

After breakfast, Meng Jiangyu pushed Shen Qingyao to the window to bask in the sun. The servants brought over a table and placed fruit and tea on it.

"The sun feels so good!"

Meng Jiangyu sat down next to him. "The doctor said I can eat some fruit, and I can drink a little of this tea."

"Mmm." Shen Qingyao picked up her teacup, smelled the aroma of the tea, and took a small sip.

Meng Jiangyu was charmed by this little gesture, exclaiming, "So professional!"

"That's how I see experts on TV drinking tea!"

"Yes, but that's for tea tasting. This tea is just so-so, not suitable for everyday use. Tomorrow, I'll have Zhang Ma brew some Pu'er tea from the auction for you to taste."

"What kind of tea is this? It tastes pretty good!"

"Pre-Qingming Longjing tea." Meng Jiangyu peeled a lychee and handed it to Shen Qingyao.

"Is this tea cheap?" Shen Qingyao took the lychee. "Thank you!"

"It costs tens of thousands of yuan per kilogram!"

"How much?" Shen Qingyao asked in shock. "Then I'll have to drink a few more sips."

When Meng Jiangyu saw the little girl's vibrant appearance for the first time, he realized that life really is a verb.

"Slow down, don't choke!"

The chirping of birds outside the window caught Shen Qingyao's attention. "I want to go out for a walk; I've been lying in bed for the past few days."

"Okay, I'll push you for a walk in the yard."

As Meng Jiangyu put on his coat, he instructed, "Go and get Yao Yao's coat and blanket."

"Yes, sir."

The maid brought over a cashmere coat and a blanket, and Meng Jiangyu personally helped Shen Qingyao put them on. This was the first time Meng Jiangyu had ever helped someone get dressed.

Shen Qingyao leaned against the wheelchair, wearing a cashmere coat over her hospital gown, and a thick cashmere blanket covered her legs.

Meng Jiangyu pushed the wheelchair, his steps extremely slow.

"The doctor said you're recovering well yesterday, and it's good for you to move around a bit." He looked down at her, his gaze lingering on her legs, which were wrapped tightly in a blanket. "Are you cold?"

Shen Qingyao shook her head and poked at the off-white cashmere coat she was wearing with her fingertip.

The material was as soft as a cloud, and it felt warm against her skin. Although it looked thin, it was warmer than her own heavy down jacket.

"It's not cold, these clothes are so warm."

"Hmm!" Meng Jiangyu said calmly.

What he didn't say was that the material was specially imported from Italy, and the labor cost alone was enough for an ordinary person to earn for more than half a year.

The wheelchair made a soft sound as it rolled over the cobblestone path.

As Shen Qingyao watched the snow on the roadside melt away little by little, revealing the bluish-gray stone slabs underneath, she suddenly sighed: "Wearing a hospital gown every day makes me feel uncomfortable all over."

The blue and white striped clothes were large and monotonous; wearing them for a long time made one feel depressed.

Back in school, even if she dressed simply, she would always come up with different outfits. Now, she wears a hospital gown every day.

Meng Jiangyu paused, looking down at her pouting face, like a wronged little animal.

He reached out and ruffled her hair, his tone indulgent: "What kind do you want?"

"Just... ordinary winter clothes will do." Shen Qingyao quickly added, afraid that he would make some kind of "custom-made" fuss again, "Warm and comfortable is fine, nothing too complicated."

"Okay." Meng Jiangyu took out his phone and quickly sent a message: "The rock sugar pear stew Zhang Ma made is almost ready. Want to have some when we get back?"

"it is good."

Not long after I returned to my room, a servant came in carrying several large gift boxes and placed them respectfully on the sofa.

"Sir, the clothes have arrived."

Shen Qingyao's eyes widened in surprise: "So fast?"

"This is the coat I ordered for you before!"

Meng Jiangyu untied the ribbon on one of the gift boxes, revealing neatly folded clothes inside, including a long, off-white wool coat—a style she could pull off.

"It was custom-made to your measurements, so it should fit you well." He picked up the coat and handed it to you.

Shen Qingyao took it, feeling its soft texture, and quickly said, "It feels so comfortable, thank you."

"You're being so polite with me, it's what I should do." His eyes deepened, and his tone carried a barely perceptible doting affection.

"A batch of clothes will arrive this afternoon. You can choose the ones you like then." Meng Jiangyu glanced at the time; it was already past eleven. "I have to go to the old house. I'll come back tonight and have dinner with you."

"Okay, go ahead."