The Cinnabar Mole of a Beijing Circle Tycoon

On the morning of the sixteenth day of the first lunar month, Wuzhen was still shrouded in a thin, cool mist.

Dad stood at the gate of the yard pulling his suitcase, while Mom kept reminding him, "Let us know you've arrived safely."

Shen Xizhou followed, carrying her schoolbag and clutching a red envelope in her hand: "Sister, this is from Grandma."

"Okay, go to school." She ruffled her brother's hair, then turned and got into the taxi.

Outside the car window, the figures of Dad, Mom, and my younger brother shrank into smaller and smaller black dots until they were blocked by the corner of the alley.

The two-hour flight was very smooth, and Shen Qingyao dozed off by the porthole.

As soon as the plane landed at the Capital Airport, Meng Jiangyu was seen leaning against a Rolls-Royce, his black coat making his figure appear even more upright, as he lazily looked at his phone screen.

Shen Qingyao was the first to get off the plane and ran towards Meng Jiangyu, "Ayu!"

Meng Jiangyu opened his arms and caught Shen Qingyao steadily. "I missed you so much, Meng Jiangyu!"

Meng Jiangyu hugged the girl tightly. "Copy and paste!"

Shen Qingyao looked up in surprise, "Love you!"

"Please stop radiating your charm, okay?"

"Um?"

"The flight attendant's eyes are glued to you!"

"OK, fine!" The pure British accent entered my ears, sounding surprisingly good.

"When did you arrive?"

"Half an hour earlier than you." He bent down and tidied her bangs that had been ruffled by the wind, his fingertips still warm. "Let's go, the flight to the South of France is in the afternoon, let's go to the waiting area and get something to eat first."

"Okay!" Meng Jiangyu led Shen Qingyao into the car.

In the airport VIP lounge, Shen Qingyao belatedly asked, "You're so busy, do you have time to go on vacation to the South of France with me?"

"Work is work, and life is life."

Meng Jiangyu cut her steak, speaking casually, "I saw on your WeChat Moments that you like sunbathing; the temperature there is just right right now."

She recalled a casual post she had made a few days ago, complaining about the constant rain in Wuzhen, never expecting him to remember it.

The steak was pan-fried to a perfect medium-rare, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. The strawberry tart next to it was decorated with crookedly piped cream flowers, clearly made by him.

"You can make this too?" She picked up a strawberry and popped it into her mouth.

"Hold it in your hand and pinch it."

"Ah Yu, how come you've suddenly become so trendy!"

"It's not because I'm afraid you'll think I'm too old, but because I'm staying up all night memor

"No way! I like mature and steady older men!" Shen Qingyao was amused by this contrast.

As the private plane soared into the sky in the afternoon, Shen Qingyao leaned on Meng Jiangyu's shoulder, flipping through a travel guide.

Photos of the southern French sunshine, lavender fields, and the French Riviera scrolled across the screen, evoking a sense of longing. He suddenly pulled a small box from his bag: "For you."

Upon opening it, I found a delicate necklace with a tiny star pendant, its small diamonds sparkling gently in the sunlight.

"I bought it in Zurich," he said, picking up the necklace and putting it on her, his fingertips brushing against her neck.

Shen Qingyao touched the pendant around her neck, feeling as sweet as if she had a piece of candy in her mouth.

Meng Jiangyu held Shen Qingyao and kissed her tenderly, filled with longing for her after not seeing her for many days.

As the plane passed through the clouds, she looked out the window and saw the sea of ​​clouds surging like waves, with sunlight scattering across them like gold dust.

As Shen Qingyao gazed at the scenery outside the window, where the chill was gradually fading, she suddenly realized something.

My suitcase is full of winter clothes.

"Oh no," she nudged Meng Jiangyu beside her, "Isn't it summer in the South of France now? I didn't bring any summer clothes."

Meng Jiangyu, who was looking down at documents, looked up and smiled when he heard this, pointing to the lounge at the back of the cabin: "Shall we go take a look?"

She opened the door with some skepticism, only to be instantly stunned by what she saw.

The large bed in the lounge was covered with all sorts of clothes, from light dresses to breathable cotton and linen shirts, from denim shorts to floral skirts, and even straw hats, sandals, and sunscreen were neatly arranged, with the sizes clearly marked on the tags.

"When did you prepare this?" Shen Qingyao picked up a pale yellow dress. The fabric was soft silk, and the hem was decorated with delicate lace, which was exactly her preferred style.

"When I was on a business trip in Zurich, I had my assistant choose it according to your preferences."

Meng Jiangyu leaned against the doorframe, watching the surprise in her eyes, his smile deepening. "Want to give it a try?"

A girl's love for new clothes seems to be innate.

Shen Qingyao immediately tried it on with great interest. First, she changed into a white cotton dress with light blue wave patterns embroidered on the neckline. She stood by the porthole and twirled around, the hem of her dress billowing in a beautiful arc: "How is this? It's suitable for the beach, isn't it?"

"It looks good," Meng Jiangyu commented earnestly.

She changed into an avocado green knitted cardigan, paired with high-waisted jeans, looking as youthful as a budding tree: "And this one?"

"It looks good," he said crisply, casually putting the clothes into the empty suitcase next to him.

When she tried on the third dress, Shen Qingyao hesitated a little.

The burgundy halter-neck maxi dress features a backless design that adds a touch of sexiness.

She tugged at her skirt in front of the mirror, too embarrassed to turn around.

Meng Jiangyu walked over and gently wrapped his arms around her waist from behind. Their reflections in the mirror overlapped, and his voice fell softly in her ear: "It's beautiful, like the sunset in southern France."

Shen Qingyao's cheeks flushed, but she still put the dress into the pile of "take-away" items.

The two acted as if they were playing a game; she tried on one item after another, while he offered his serious critiques, occasionally exchanging a few words.

She thought a certain shirt was too brightly colored, but he insisted that it "makes your skin look even whiter."

When it was time to pack, the suitcase was stuffed full.

Shen Qingyao leaned on his shoulder, inhaling the faint fragrance of his new clothes.

"Which clothes should I wear when we land?" she asked, looking up.

Meng Jiangyu pointed to the pale yellow dress: "This one, paired with a straw hat, will be perfect."

Sunlight streamed through the porthole, falling on his earnest eyes and brows.

The two slept soundly on the plane and were able to adjust to the time difference.

More than ten hours later, the plane slowly landed at Nice Airport, and the azure coastline of southern France could be seen from the window.

The two had already changed into their summer clothes on the private jet.

A warm breeze, carrying the salty dampness of the sea, swept over them as Meng Jiangyu led her out of the airport.

The convertible was parked in the sunlight, the roof open, and the sea breeze rustled his clothes.

"Get ready." He started the car and drove south along the coastline.

"Uh-huh!"

The azure Mediterranean Sea unfolds to the left, with white houses in the distance resembling pearls scattered on green grass, and the shadows of palm trees rushing past on the asphalt road.

"The air smells of freedom!"

Shen Qingyao stretched her arm out of the window, the wind slipping through her fingertips, carrying a sense of freedom and joy.

"How beautiful! Blue sky and white clouds!"

The ancient city in the distance gleamed in the sunlight, resembling a beautiful oil painting under the blue sky and white clouds.

The ancient city of southern France was bathed in the warm afternoon sun. The cobblestone streets were warm to the touch, and the old houses on both sides were covered with bougainvillea. The purple and pink flower clusters hung down, tickling one's shoulders.

Meng Jiangyu held Shen Qingyao's hand and walked slowly, occasionally stopping to watch her staring at the antique dolls in the shop window.

"You like it?" He followed her gaze and saw a doll in the glass case wearing a lace tutu with clear blue eyes.

"I just think it's cute." She shook her head and turned to be attracted by the floral dress in the shop next door.

The off-white fabric is printed with pale purple lavender, and the skirt has layers of ruffles, making it look like a moving flower when the wind blows.

"Shall we go in and give it a try?" Meng Jiangyu pushed open the door, and the wind chimes tinkled.

The shop owner, an elderly French lady with curly hair, smiled and said in broken Chinese, "It's very pretty, it suits you."

Shen Qingyao changed into her dress and came out. She stood in front of the mirror and twirled around, the hem of her dress billowing in a light arc.

Meng Jiangyu leaned against the door frame, a smile spreading across his eyes: "Just this one, no need to take it off."

After paying, the old lady gave her a small bunch of dried lavender, which had a refreshing and pleasant aroma.

"Thanks!"