The Cinnabar Mole of a Beijing Circle Tycoon

Shen Qingyao clutched the hem of her clothes, her face flushed red, her voice barely audible, "Um... when you applied the medicine to me yesterday... I didn't react at all... Is it... that I'm not very attractive?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she lowered her head in embarrassment, her ears turning so red they looked like they could bleed.

Meng Jiangyu was taken aback at first, then rubbed his temples, both amused and exasperated. What on earth was this little girl thinking?

He softened his tone, trying to make his voice sound more serious: "You were injured like that yesterday, with such a long cut on your arm, bleeding. If I were thinking about anything else at this point, I wouldn't be human, I'd be an animal."

He paused, looking at her still-bent head, and added, "Besides, attraction isn't something you can measure by your thoughts. Once you've healed..."

He paused deliberately, a smirk playing on his lips, a mischievous glint in his eyes: "We'll see."

Shen Qingyao suddenly looked up, glared at him, but her cheeks burned even hotter, and she muttered, "Who, who asked you to say this?"

Meng Jiangyu looked at her and smiled helplessly. This girl is so straightforward yet awkward.

When the head waiter bowed respectfully and saw the two to the door, the night was already so dark that it was impossible to see through. The air after the snow carried a crisp chill, but the warm yellow lights of the restaurant filtered out some of the coldness.

Meng Jiangyu took off his coat and gently draped it over Shen Qingyao's shoulders. The cashmere felt soft and warm, and carried the faint scent of cedar on his body.

"Let's go." He naturally took her hand, and the moment their fingertips touched, Shen Qingyao subconsciously curled her fingers.

The car was parked under the eaves, and the doorman was already waiting beside it with the car keys.

Meng Jiangyu opened the car door and let her get in first before turning around and bending down to get in himself.

The leather seats also have heating, keeping out the wind and snow outside.

"Fasten your seatbelt." He turned to the side, his fingertips brushing against the side of her neck, and fastened her seatbelt for her.

As her breath brushed against her earlobe, Shen Qingyao's ears instantly burned, and she looked out the window in a flustered manner.

The palace lanterns of the Forbidden City form a warm red glow in the night, like a winding galaxy.

As soon as the car drove out of the parking lot and came to a smooth stop in a secluded corner, Meng Jiangyu suddenly leaned over.

Shen Qingyao's heart skipped a beat. Just as she was about to turn her head, her lips were gently captured by his.

His kiss was light, carrying the rich aroma of freshly drunk Qimen black tea, caressing her gently, as if afraid of disturbing something.

Shen Qingyao froze for a moment, her eyelashes trembling like butterfly wings in the wind. Then she slowly closed her eyes, tentatively raised her hand, and gently placed it on his shoulder.

This response was like a silent signal, and Meng Jiangyu's kiss deepened.

He held her by the back of her neck with one hand, his fingertips stroking her soft hair, and wrapped his other arm around her waist, pulling her closer to him.

The carriage was quiet, with only the sound of intertwined breathing and the occasional flashes of headlights outside the window.

Shen Qingyao's mind went blank. She only felt his aura enveloping her, warm yet powerful, making her want to get closer.

It wasn't until she felt a clear throbbing in her chest that she snapped back to reality and gently pushed his chest.

Meng Jiangyu stepped back, his forehead pressed against hers, his eyes filled with an intense, dark darkness, and his breathing so heavy it could burn.

His hand was still around her waist, his fingertips tightening slightly, and Shen Qingyao could clearly feel the change in his body.

Even through the thick wool pants, that scorching hardness was still burning hot.

Her face flushed bright red instantly, as if it were on fire. Just as she was about to move away, he grabbed her wrist.

Meng Jiangyu's palm was burning hot. He took her hand and slowly moved it down, finally stopping at that taut curve.

Even through the fabric, the heat and hardness of that spot were incredibly clear. Shen Qingyao tried to pull her hand back as if she had been electrocuted, but he held it firmly in place.

"Can you feel it?" His voice rang in her ear, deep and husky, with a suppressed raspiness. "Yaoyao, you have a fatal attraction for me. God knows how I've been able to resist looking at you these past few days."

His breath, mixed with the crispness of the snow and his own body temperature, brushed against her ear, making Shen Qingyao feel weak all over.

She struggled to free her hands, her voice barely audible, like a mosquito's hum: "You...you're being a pervert."

"Yes, I was being a scoundrel." Meng Jiangyu chuckled softly, the sound of his laughter causing his chest to tremble slightly.

He pulled her even tighter into his arms, resting his chin on the top of her head. "Don't move, let me catch my breath."

His embrace was broad and warm; you could feel his steady heartbeat even through his coat.

Shen Qingyao obediently stopped moving, her cheek pressed against his chest. Listening to the strong "thump-thump" sound, she felt flustered and confused, yet strangely, she felt a sense of peace.

A long silence fell over the carriage, broken only by the soft whirring of the heater and Meng Jiangyu's gradually slowing but still heavy breathing.

The streetlights cast flickering shadows through the car window, illuminating his sharply defined profile. Shen Qingyao secretly glanced up and saw his tightly pursed lips and the slight rise and fall of his Adam's apple, causing her heart to race even faster.

After an unknown amount of time, Meng Jiangyu's breathing finally calmed down.

He released her, gently pinching her burning earlobe with his fingertips: "Alright, I won't tease you anymore."

He sat back in his seat, started the car, and rejoined the traffic.

No one spoke during the journey, yet a sticky, sweet feeling permeated the carriage, like freshly made syrup.

As the car drove into Yu Garden, the lights at the entrance shone warmly.

As soon as the car came to a stop, Shen Qingyao hurriedly unbuckled her seatbelt and pushed open the car door as if she were fleeing.

She was still wearing Meng Jiangyu's coat, the hem sweeping past her ankles, carrying his scent, making her cheeks burn with every step she took.

"Qingyao, your bag." Meng Jiangyu caught up with her, carrying the Lady Dior bag she had left on the back seat. The pink patent leather gleamed under the lights.

Shen Qingyao didn't turn around, she just waved her hand hastily and ran faster towards the main building.

The hem of her long wool dress swept across the snow, leaving shallow footprints. She almost stumbled as she rushed into the entrance hall and ran all the way to the second floor, leaving Meng Jiangyu with a hurried and disheveled back view.

Meng Jiangyu stood there, watching her figure disappear around the corner of the stairs.

He looked down at the bag in his hand, then raised his hand to touch his lips, where her scent still seemed to linger.

He chuckled softly, his eyes overflowing with tenderness.

This little girl is both lovable and infuriating.

He slowly walked upstairs, and as soon as he reached the second floor, he heard the door to Shen Qingyao's room click shut.

Meng Jiangyu raised an eyebrow, walked to the door, and knocked lightly: "I've put the bag in the entryway for you."

There was a rustling sound coming from inside the door, but no one responded.

Meng Jiangyu chuckled and turned to walk towards his room.

The soft lighting in the corridor reflected his light footsteps, and even the air smelled sweet.

It seems this year is going to be quite interesting.