The Cinnabar Mole of a Beijing Circle Tycoon

In the afternoon, sunlight streamed obliquely through the living room's French windows, casting a diamond-shaped patch of light on the rosewood chess table.

Shen Qingyao sat cross-legged on a soft cushion, an open, yellowed Go manual in front of her. She held a white Go stone between her fingers and studied the game manual intently.

She would occasionally glance up at the chessboard, then look down at the book to compare her work, her brows furrowed as if she were solving a complex arithmetic problem.

Occasionally, when a solution comes to mind, I carefully place a piece, and at the moment of placement, I will let out a soft "hmm" as if to encourage myself.

Sunlight slid down her hair, casting a small shadow on the tip of her nose, and even the white piece suspended in mid-air was bathed in a warm glow.

Around 4 o'clock, as Meng Jiangyu's car entered the gate of Yu Garden, he spotted the figure behind the floor-to-ceiling window from a distance.

She sat upright, her profile as soft as warm jade in the light. One hand pressed against the open chess manual, the other held a chess piece, her fingertips lightly tapping above the chessboard, so focused that she didn't even notice the noise outside the window.

The car slowly came to a stop under the eaves. Meng Jiangyu opened the car door and stood in the courtyard for a while.

The wind swirled the remaining snow through the branches, making a soft rustling sound, but the living room was very quiet; you could almost hear the rustling of pages as she turned the pages of a book.

This was the first time he had felt the weight of "home" so clearly.

It wasn't the chairs arranged according to seniority in the old house, nor the solemn memorial tablets in the ancestral hall, but rather an ordinary afternoon where someone was waiting at home for him to return.

He walked quietly into the living room. Shen Qingyao didn't look up until his shadow fell on the chessboard. A hint of surprise flashed in her eyes, followed by a smile: "You're back?"

"Hmm," Meng Jiangyu walked over, bent down to look at her chessboard, and gently brushed his fingertips through her loose hair. "Studying chess scores?"

"Yes," she said, pointing to the chessboard with a proud expression, "look at this move, 'Reverse Boot Removal,' I practiced it so many times before I finally figured it out."

Meng Jiangyu's gaze swept over the tip of her nose, which was slightly damp with sweat, and then landed on her hand holding the chess piece.

The nails were trimmed into rounded shapes, with a healthy pink hue, and the caramel milk tea-colored cat-eye nails shimmered with tiny sparkles in the light.

He reached out and pulled her into his arms, resting his chin on the top of her head, his voice deep and clear: "Yaoyao, it's so good to have you."

Shen Qingyao was stunned for a moment, then understood. She pressed her cheek against his warm shirt and could hear his steady heartbeat.

She raised her hand to wrap around his waist, her voice muffled: "I think so too."

Meng Jiangyu's delicate kisses landed on Shen Qingyao, who passively accepted them.

Is this what physiological attraction is?

Over the past few days, their relationship has seemed to have accelerated.

I've lost count of how many times we've kissed.

As the sunlight gradually slanted westward, the dappled light on the chessboard moved to a corner, but another, warmer light slowly spread across the figures of the two embracing.

Meng Jiangyu closed his eyes, feeling the warmth in his arms, and suddenly felt absolutely certain.

"How's your injury? Let me see!"

"I'm fully recovered now. The medicine the director gave me was very effective."

"Mmm!" Meng Jiangyu finally felt relieved.

"There's a gathering tonight with lots of good friends from the industry. I'll take you there to meet them."

"So soon? Do I need to prepare anything?"

"Don't be nervous, you don't need to prepare anything, just treat it as making a friend."

"good!"

"It's a bit far over there, so I won't be back tonight. I'll come back tomorrow."

"good!"

Lu Linchuan's hot spring resort was built a few years ago. I didn't come here often before, but it was renovated again at the end of this year.

The resort covers a vast area and is backed by a series of mountains. It blends European architecture with Chinese garden style, which is both luxurious and elegant.

Shen Qingyao spent a lot of time and energy learning Go in the afternoon, and soon after getting on the bus, she dozed off.

When she woke up, the Rolls-Royce had already driven to the foot of the mountain.

She nestled in Meng Jiangyu's arms, rubbing her sleepy eyes and looking around, her delicate brows slightly furrowed: "Aren't we there yet?"

Meng Jiangyu was looking at his phone: "Soon."

"Oh," she replied lazily, feeling somewhat bored.

Shen Qingyao leaned out of the window to look at the mountains. Although there was snow on the mountain peaks, it was only a thin layer. There was neither a blizzard nor icicles among the pines, so there was really nothing to see.

Meng Jiangyu casually tossed his phone onto the seat next to him, then gently lifted her chin with his well-defined knuckles before lowering his head to kiss her.

Her eyelashes fluttered slightly as she tentatively leaned forward to return the kiss, her movements awkward and clumsy.

That's enough; Meng Jiangyu has plenty of patience to teach her.

He kissed her more passionately than before, parting her lips and teeth with a mischievous teasing.

He moved one hand to the back of her neck and the other hand pressed against her slender waist, locking her firmly in his arms.

Shen Qingyao couldn't help but let out a soft moan, her voice delicate yet alluring.

Meng Jiangyu was naturally unwilling to let her go easily, occasionally kissing her neck to give her a moment to catch her breath before pressing himself against her again.

It has to be said that being intimate with someone like Meng Jiangyu is a really great experience; his scent is just too wonderful.