The Cinnabar Mole of a Beijing Circle Tycoon

The salty sea breeze wafted in through the window, causing the sheer curtains to flutter and carrying the languid atmosphere of southern France.

Shen Qingyao lay on Meng Jiangyu's chest, her gaze tracing the sharp curve of his jawline.

She didn't speak, but leaned down and gently covered his with her soft lips.

Meng Jiangyu's eyelashes trembled, and the moment his consciousness returned, his pupils contracted slightly, and he was clearly stunned for a few seconds.

Immediately, a smile spread across her lips, growing from faint to deep, and a gentle tenderness rippled in her eyes.

He raised his hand, gently cradling the back of the girl's head with his palm, his fingertips caressing the soft top of her hair, deepening the kiss.

Shen Qingyao skillfully opened her lips to respond, and as their lips met, Meng Jiangyu chuckled softly, his breath brushing against her lips with a teasing huskiness: "Yaoyao, your kissing skills are quite proficient now."

Shen Qingyao propped herself up on her arms, her dark hair sliding down her shoulders and neck, the ends brushing against his skin and causing a ticklish sensation.

She raised an eyebrow, a sly glint in her eyes: "Of course, the teacher is excellent."

As soon as she finished speaking, she leaned down and kissed him gently and tenderly.

First her forehead, then her trembling eyelashes, the kiss brought a smile to his eyes.

Then it touched his warm cheeks, moving downwards until it finally rested on his slightly bobbing Adam's apple.

Her lips, cool and soft, gently caressed that burning hot skin.

More than a minute later, she slowly stepped back, her fair fingertips gently tracing the bright hickey, which stood out against her tanned skin.

Meng Jiangyu turned his head, his tongue lightly licking his lower lip, a low chuckle escaping his throat.

The laughter was soft, yet like a feather, it tickled the heart.

He saw right through her little scheme, but he deliberately didn't expose her. This girl was certain that he wouldn't touch her, which is why she dared to seduce him so brazenly.

Shen Qingyao's heart skipped a beat when he looked at her, but she also figured out his complete lack of boundaries when they spent the last few days together.

She simply sat up, straddled his lap, hooked her fingertips on the loose tie of his robe, and gently tugged, wrapping the tie around his neck.

With a gentle pull, Meng Jiangyu sat up, his chest pressed against hers, the heat radiating through the thin fabric.

Shen Qingyao's arm draped softly over his shoulder, and she tilted her head back to kiss him again, with a hint of proactive entanglement.

The kiss gradually spiraled out of control, and the veins on Meng Jiangyu's neck bulged slightly. In the instant his reason returned, he raised his hand and pressed it against her waist, slightly widening the distance between them. His voice was terribly hoarse: "Yaoyao, we..."

Before he could finish speaking, Shen Qingyao pressed her index finger against his lips.

She looked up at him, her eyes shimmering with a blatant seduction, her voice soft and sweet: "Brother, kiss me."

"Yaoyao, you're still young..." Meng Jiangyu's Adam's apple bobbed as he tried to suppress the surging emotions.

Shen Qingyao kissed him directly, silencing his unfinished words.

Taking advantage of his momentary daze, she leaned close to his ear, her warm breath brushing against his earlobe, and said clearly and firmly, word by word: "I'm an adult, and I'm willing."

These words were like a spark, instantly igniting Meng Jiangyu's taut nerves.

A surge of pleasure shot straight to the top of his head, and the last trace of hesitation in his eyes vanished, leaving only a surging possessiveness.

He gripped her wrist, his voice deep and husky, tinged with a cruel indulgence: "Yaoyao, you said it."

Before he finished speaking, he rolled over and pinned her beneath him, his fingertips caressing the corners of her reddened eyes, his tone dangerously seductive: "Baby, don't beg for mercy later."

"Well……"

As their clothes fell away and their skin touched, all sounds were swallowed up.

Meng Jiangyu leaned down and kissed away the moisture from the corner of her eyes, his voice incredibly gentle: "Baby, it'll be over in a bit."

Shen Qingyao frowned in pain, her fingernails digging deep into his back, leaving several red marks.

Meng Jiangyu's fingertips brushed against the corners of her reddened eyes, his movements extremely slow, the sound escaping his throat hoarse from the surge of passion.

He lowered his head and kissed away the dampness clinging to her eyelashes, his nose brushing against hers, his breath surprisingly hot: "Be good, bear with it."

Shen Qingyao's grip on his back loosened and tightened again; the skin beneath her fingertips was burning hot and slippery with a thin layer of sweat.

She bit her lip, not daring to make a loud noise, but more tears welled up in the corners of her eyes. It was from the pain, but also from the intense possessiveness and tenderness in his eyes.

The sea breeze was still blowing outside the window, and the curtains fluttered gently, carrying the faint scent of lavender that mingled with the sweltering heat in the room.

Meng Jiangyu looked down at her, his dark eyes swirling, and kisses landed on her lips, chin, and neck, lingering on the hickeys she had just left.

His hand stroked her back, the calloused touch making her tremble slightly. His voice was low, like a whisper, yet every word was clear: "Yaoyao, you are mine."

Shen Qingyao's consciousness gradually drifted away, and she felt hot all over, except for the white jade amulet, which felt cool and comfortable.

She responded groggily, her voice as soft as water: "Mmm...it's yours."

Meng Jiangyu chuckled softly, leaned down and kissed her. The kiss was incredibly gentle, filled with the preciousness of something lost and found, completely different from the turbulent kiss just now.

After an unknown amount of time, the setting sun outside the window completely sank below the horizon, and twilight seeped into the room, stretching the intertwined shadows of the two people very long.

Shen Qingyao nestled in his arms, her fingertips unconsciously tracing patterns on his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat, her eyelids gradually growing heavy.

Meng Jiangyu noticed her weariness, raised his hand to tuck the stray strands of hair that had fallen across her cheeks, and lowered his head to place a kiss on the top of her head.

He looked out the window; the night sky in southern France was already studded with stars, and the sound of the waves was as gentle as a lullaby.

"I love you, baby!"

Meng Jiangyu scooped up the aching Shen Qingyao in his arms, carrying her with extremely light steps, and led her into the steamy bathroom.

Warm water flowed over her skin. He took a soft towel and moved with incredibly gentle care. When his fingertips brushed against her reddened skin, he would subconsciously use light pressure, afraid of hurting her.

His private plane, originally scheduled for 10 p.m., was postponed to the early hours of the morning after a phone call.

When Shen Qingyao was carried back to bed, her eyelids felt as heavy as lead. The moment they touched the pillow, she fell into a deep sleep, breathing evenly, with a faint smile on her lips.

Meng Jiangyu sat on the edge of the bed and looked at her for a long time before getting up, opening the suitcase, and carefully folding and putting their clothes inside.

His movements were swift yet carried a subtle tenderness. He carefully put the hair tie that Shen Qingyao had casually tossed on the sofa into his bag.

After packing his luggage, Meng Jiangyu walked to the bedside, leaned down, and gently called to her, "Yaoyao."

The person on the bed remained motionless, their long eyelashes hanging quietly, like butterfly wings alighting.

He called out softly again, his tone filled with helpless indulgence: "Yaoyao, it's time to go home."

Shen Qingyao impatiently turned over, her long black hair rubbing against the pillow, and fell into a deeper sleep.

Meng Jiangyu chuckled, bent down to pick up a clean dress from the side, and carefully helped her change, his movements as gentle as if he were handling a fragile treasure.

After changing her clothes, he picked her up again and strode towards the waiting car, heading straight for the airport.

Shen Qingyao slept soundly until the private jet landed safely at the Capital Airport. She groggily opened her eyes, but before her vision could focus, she sank back into the soft cushions and fell into a deep sleep.

Jason was already waiting on the tarmac. When he saw Meng Jiangyu carrying Shen Qingyao out, his eyes lit up.

When his gaze swept over the conspicuous red mark on the boss's neck, he suppressed a smile and inwardly cheered wildly.

After guarding the iron tree for thirty years, it has finally had its first taste of meat! I can't wait to set off a string of firecrackers to celebrate.

When Shen Qingyao woke up again, she felt sore and weak all over. She propped herself up and sat up, looking around. The unfamiliar decor left her momentarily stunned.

The sound of running water came from the bathroom. She pressed the switch by the bedside, and warm yellow light spilled out, making the room exceptionally cozy.

Just then, the bathroom door opened, and Meng Jiangyu walked out wrapped in a bath towel, water droplets still dripping from his hair, sliding down his well-defined chest.

He glanced at the awake Shen Qingyao, raised an eyebrow, and asked languidly, "Awake?"

Shen Qingyao's cheeks flushed instantly, her gaze darting away from him, her voice barely audible: "I...I'm hungry."

Meng Jiangyu pulled a towel over his wet hair and chuckled softly.

When he smiled, the corners of his lips curved into a nonchalant arc, with a touch of roguishness. His eyes were slightly upturned, and although he was smiling, there was an inexplicable playfulness in his eyes that made people's hearts itch.

"Now you know how to be shy?"

"Who, who's shy!" Shen Qingyao retorted stubbornly, but her ears were so red they were practically bleeding.

"Honey, how come I never noticed before that you have such a contrasting personality?"

"I'm hungry!" Shen Qingyao clutched the blanket, refusing to continue the conversation.

"Don't rush," Meng Jiangyu paused in drying his hair, his smile deepening. "Aunt Zhang is cooking porridge, it'll be served soon."

Shen Qingyao said "Oh," and immediately pulled the blanket over herself, covering herself up completely.

Not long after, there was a soft knock on the door, and Zhang Ma's voice rang out: "Sir, the porridge is ready."

Meng Jiangyu went over to open the door, took the tray, and gently said, "Thank you for your hard work, Aunt Zhang. You should go and rest."

He brought in steaming hot seafood porridge and crab roe buns, raising an eyebrow at the person covered by the blanket: "Young Miss, it's time to eat."

The person inside the blanket remained completely still.

Meng Jiangyu walked over helplessly, raised his hand and gently patted the quilt: "What is it now? My young lady."

A muffled voice came from under the covers: "Beast."

Meng Jiangyu chuckled and placed the plate on the bedside table: "Baby, that's unfair of me. You were the one who seduced me first."

"I told you to stop later, but you didn't!" Shen Qingyao threw off the covers and glared at him angrily.

"Honey, that's not being reasonable." Meng Jiangyu raised an eyebrow.

Shen Qingyao sat up, crossed her arms, and said with an indignant expression, "Where have I been unreasonable!"

"Shouldn't we strive for fairness in everything we do?"

Shen Qingyao nodded, her face full of agreement, "Yes!"

"Since you've decided to start, shouldn't I be the one to decide how to end it?"

"Nonsense!" Shen Qingyao was speechless, finally managing to stammer, "You were the one who decided to start it!"

"Fine! Even if I decided to start it, I should also decide to end it," Meng Jiangyu leaned closer to her, his nose almost touching hers, his voice low and seductive, "That's called having a beginning and an end."

Shen Qingyao turned her face away and muttered, "I'm not arguing with you. You're right, okay? I want to eat!"

"Okay, okay!" Meng Jiangyu picked up the seafood porridge.

"Feed me," she commanded, tilting her chin up.

Meng Jiangyu picked up a spoon, scooped up a spoonful of warm porridge, his eyes full of doting: "It's my honor, Miss."

After finishing a bowl of porridge, Shen Qingyao felt sleepy again. She put down her spoon and prepared to lie down and take another nap.

Meng Jiangyu tidied up the tableware, placed it on the table by the door, and then turned around and locked the door behind him.

As soon as Shen Qingyao lay down, she felt the mattress next to her sink slightly. She turned her head and saw Meng Jiangyu casually toss aside his bath towel, lift the blanket, and lie down next to her.

He leaned close to her ear, his warm breath brushing against her earlobe, carrying a dangerous allure: "Baby, you're full, isn't it my turn to eat?"

Shen Qingyao's eyes widened, her face filled with shock: "You...aren't you tired?"

Meng Jiangyu took her hand and slowly pulled it down, his voice hoarse but with an undeniable force: "Not tired."

The night was as thick as ink, enveloping the entire room completely.

The stars outside the window hid behind the clouds, leaving only the intertwined breaths and the gradually warming ambiguity inside the room.

The two slowly adjusted to each other in the throes of intense intimacy, every glance and every touch brimming with a unique charm and pleasure.