The Cinnabar Mole of a Beijing Circle Tycoon

The restaurant was warm and inviting, with the lingering aroma of roasted meat still filling the air.

Shen Qingyao and Fang Shuning were slumped on the table, their arms supporting their heads, their cheeks flushed with the effects of alcohol, and their breathing even, clearly indicating that they were quite drunk.

Just as the waiter was about to step forward to help the two back to their room to rest, the restaurant door was suddenly pushed open.

Meng Jiangyu and Lu Linchuan walked in, their gazes sweeping over the two people sleeping soundly at the table. The waiter immediately understood and quietly withdrew.

Meng Jiangyu tiptoed to Shen Qingyao's side, bent down, and softly called, "Yaoyao?"

Shen Qingyao didn't answer, but frowned and buried herself deeper into her arms, like a sleepy kitten.

Meng Jiangyu smiled helplessly and carefully picked her up in his arms.

Her body was very light, and she was very obedient in his arms, her head unconsciously resting against his chest, her long eyelashes trembling gently with her breath.

He glanced up at Lu Linchuan, then turned and walked out with the person in his arms, his steps very slow, as if afraid of disturbing the person in his arms.

On the other side, Lu Linchuan leaned down and softly called, "Shu Ning?"

Fang Shuning suddenly raised her head, her eyes glazed over. She stared at him for a long time before suddenly slapping his hand away, muttering, "Don't touch me... I can still drink..." As she spoke, she tried to stand up, but she stumbled and almost fell.

Lu Linchuan quickly helped her up, feeling both helpless and amused.

She shook off his hand and walked forward on her own, turning back to glare at him every two steps, like a child throwing a tantrum.

She kicked the high heels that had fallen to the ground aside and stepped barefoot on the carpet.

Lu Linchuan picked up the high heels and quickly followed, his voice full of indulgence: "Okay, I won't touch you, walk slowly."

He followed behind her, his gaze always fixed on her, his eyes overflowing with doting affection, as if he were looking at the most precious treasure in the world.

The palace lanterns in the corridor illuminated two figures: one carrying a sleeping person steadily forward, and the other patiently following the person who was throwing a tantrum. In the warm yellow glow, there was an unconcealable tenderness.

Meng Jiangyu carried Shen Qingyao through the corridor. The carpet absorbed their footsteps, and only the glow of the corridor lights flowed slowly across the floor.

The person in his arms, who had been quiet, suddenly seemed to be awakened by Fang Shuning's indistinct mumbling from the other end of the corridor. Her eyelashes trembled, and she slowly opened her eyes.

Her eyes were misty, like glass submerged in water, making it impossible to see the focus.

She stared at Meng Jiangyu for a few seconds, then suddenly grabbed his collar with a light but forceful grip: "Put me down..."

Her voice was soft and nasal, a charming naivety unique to those who are drunk.

Meng Jiangyu looked down at her reddened eyes and coaxed her gently, "Be good, I'll put you down when we get to the room."

"No!" Shen Qingyao jerked free, nuzzling her head against his chest, her hair brushing against his neck, carrying a faint scent of alcohol. "Who are you... what right do you have to hug me?"

Meng Jiangyu sighed helplessly; his drunken reaction was a bit more intense than usual.

He slowed his pace, trying to soften his tone: "I'm Meng Jiangyu, remember me?"

"Meng Jiangyu..." she murmured, repeating the name, then suddenly giggled and poked his chin with her finger. "Oh...you're my Meng Jiangyu."

The cool touch of her fingertips made his heart itch.

Meng Jiangyu grabbed her restless hand and held it in his palm: "It's me. Don't move, you'll hurt yourself if you fall."

"I won't fall..." she huffed, then suddenly wrapped her other arm around his neck, burying her face in the crook of his neck, her voice muffled, "They all bully me... Sister Fang can't outdrink me and I'm being unreasonable..."

Her breath brushed against her neck, carrying the sweetness of the wine and her unique fragrance.

Meng Jiangyu's heart felt as if it had been soaked in warm water, becoming utterly soft.

He raised his hand and gently patted her back, like soothing a sulking child: "Hmm, she's being unreasonable. I'll punish her for you later."

"Punish her... punish her by making her peel oranges for me for a month." Shen Qingyao's voice gradually lowered, tinged with a slightly dazed seriousness. "I hate peeling oranges the most, the juice splashes all over my hands and it's all sticky..."

"Okay, let her peel it." Meng Jiangyu replied, already walking to the door of the room.

He gently pushed open the door with his shoulder, carried her to the bedside, and was about to put her down when the person in his arms suddenly tightened her arms and clung tightly to his neck, refusing to let go.

"Don't leave." She buried her face even deeper, her voice trembling with a hint of aggrieved tears. "Do you think I'm a nuisance...?"

Meng Jiangyu felt as if something had pierced his heart, leaving him both sore and tender.

He leaned down and sat on the edge of the bed, letting her hug him. He gently stroked her hair with his other hand, his voice so tender it could melt your heart: "It's no trouble at all. You're perfect no matter what. You don't need to compare yourself to anyone else."

He could feel the person in his arms tremble slightly, and then warm liquid seeped through his shirt, making his heart tighten.

Shen Qingyao didn't say anything more, but just hugged his neck, her shoulders trembling slightly, like a small animal that had been wronged and finally found a place to rest.

Moonlight streamed in through the thin curtains, casting a hazy white glow on the floor.

Meng Jiangyu just sat there, letting her hug him, gently patting her back until her breathing gradually became steady, and the arms that were tightly holding him slowly loosened.

He carefully laid her down on the bed, covered her with a blanket, and then took a tissue to gently wipe away the undried tear stains on her cheeks.

As she slept, her stubbornness from the alcohol wore off, her brows and eyes relaxed, and she was as quiet as a child.

Meng Jiangyu sat on the edge of the bed, looking at her sleeping face, and gently touched the corner of her reddened eyes with his fingertips.

It turns out that she, who usually seems so resilient, also has such a vulnerable and dependent side.

Shen Qingyao closed her eyes and murmured something, her voice so soft it sounded like a dream.

Meng Jiangyu leaned closer before he could hear the indistinct words clearly.

"Meng Jiangyu, please don't leave me..."

His heart skipped a beat. He leaned down and gently kissed her forehead, his voice low and solemn: "No."

will never.

He got up to pour a glass of warm water and put it on the bedside table, but as soon as he stood up, his wrist was gently pulled.

Shen Qingyao stood up, hugged Meng Jiangyu, and muttered, "Where are you going?"

Meng Jiangyu gently patted Shen Qingyao's back, "Sweetie, I'll go get you a glass of water."

"Okay, I'll wait for you!"

Meng Jiangyu went to the outer room, took off his coat, and poured a glass of warm water. "Here, have some water!"

Meng Jiangyu was about to feed her with a cup when Shen Qingyao stubbornly insisted, "No, I'll drink it myself!"

"Alright, alright!" Meng Jiangyu compromised, deciding not to argue with a drunkard.

Shen Qingyao drank by herself, water dripping from the corner of her mouth into her clothes.

Looking at this scene, Meng Jiangyu's eyes darkened. "Yaoyao, don't force me to be a beast!"

Shen Qingyao ignored him completely. Her gaze was fixed on Meng Jiangyu's lips. She kissed him in a flash and released him in a second.

"Ah Yu, your lips are so soft!" Shen Qingyao kissed him again. "Really!"

"Yaoyao, are you seducing me?"

Shen Qingyao released Meng Jiangyu, "I didn't!"

"Yaoyao, don't play with fire!"

Shen Qingyao stared at Meng Jiangyu with her big eyes, which had a fatal attraction for him.

Meng Jiangyu was aroused and his body was burning with desire, like a tiger raising its head.

"Yaoyao, this was your own idea, don't blame me tomorrow."

With one hand holding Shen Qingyao's neck and the other supporting her waist, Meng Jiangyu kissed her.

"Mmm~" Shen Qingyao was breathless from the kiss, "Mmm~"

"breathe!"

Shen Qingyao pushed against Meng Jiangyu's chest, "No!"

Meng Jiangyu released Shen Qingyao, "Yaoyao, you're trying to kill me!"

Meng Jiangyu changed the location for the kiss.