The Cinnabar Mole of a Beijing Circle Tycoon

Longing clung to his heart like wildly growing vines. Meng Jiangyu worked non-stop for twenty-three hours straight, compressing his original schedule to the extreme, and finished all his work a day ahead of schedule.

Meng Jiangyu declined his last social engagement and applied for a flight back to China.

After a ten-hour flight, his eyes showed unconcealed fatigue, but the thought of seeing Shen Qingyao soon made his heart leap with joy, overcoming all weariness.

It was 3 p.m. when the car entered the underground parking garage of Manhe.

Meng Jiangyu pushed open the door, and a familiar warmth greeted him.

The flowers in the entryway were in full bloom, and the small decorations arranged in the living room were all her favorite styles.

"Sir, you're back ahead of schedule!" Aunt Zhang was somewhat surprised.

"Okay!" Meng Jiangyu handed the black coat to Zhang Ma. "Go to Yu Garden and get me some things! Jason will send you the list!"

"I'm going to rest for a while." Meng Jiangyu took off his suit jacket and walked straight to the master bedroom.

The bedroom curtains were drawn, letting in soft light and the air filled with Shen Qingyao's usual sweet fragrance.

After a quick shower, he lay down on the bed, and his nerves, which had been tense for several days, finally relaxed. He fell into a deep sleep in no time.

At 4:30, Shen Qingyao pushed open the door with her bag on her back and entered. The familiar pair of black leather shoes in the entryway made her stop abruptly.

My heart skipped a beat, and the corners of my mouth involuntarily turned up. Without even putting down my bag, I ran briskly towards the master bedroom.

The door was ajar. She gently pushed it open a crack, and the person on the bed had a distinct profile that looked exceptionally soft in the soft light. It was exactly the face she had been longing for day and night.

Meng Jiangyu seemed to be sleeping soundly, his brows slightly furrowed.

Shen Qingyao walked over quietly, squatted down by the bed, and couldn't help but reach out and gently brush her fingertips across the dark circles under his eyes.

Her movements were very light, but they still woke Meng Jiangyu.

He opened his eyes, initially a little dazed, but when he saw the person in front of him, he instantly snapped out of it, reaching out to pull her into his arms, his voice hoarse from just waking up: "You're done with get out of class?"

Shen Qingyao bumped into his warm embrace, her nose brushing against the stubble on his neck, a slightly prickly tickle. "Why did you come back early? Wasn't it supposed to be tomorrow..."

"I missed you." He interrupted her, buried his face in her hair, and took a deep breath. "I finished work early."

"Are you happy?" Meng Jiangyu asked affectionately.

"Mmm! What a pleasant surprise!"

His lips brushed past her like a butterfly skimming the water, touching her briefly and then leaving, yet creating ripples in her heart.

The next second, the kiss became hot and forceful, with an undeniable possessiveness, as if it wanted to melt all the longing of the past few days into this kiss.

The only sound in the bedroom was their rapid, intertwined breathing, while the gentle sunlight streaming in through the window enveloped their embracing figures.

"Sleep with me for a while." Meng Jiangyu shifted to a more comfortable position, holding her tightly and refusing to let go.

"Wait a minute, I'll take a shower and change my clothes." Shen Qingyao had just sat up when he grabbed her arm. "I'll help you."

The bathroom quickly filled with warm steam, and water streamed down from above, sliding down the skin.

Meng Jiangyu stood behind her, gently wrapping his arms around her waist, and whispered in her ear, his lips brushing against her earlobe, bringing a tingling sensation.

Her breathing became rapid, and her heartbeat quickened as he drew closer.

His fingertips gently traced her skin, burning hot, his gaze deep and intense, locking onto her flushed cheeks.

Shen Qingyao unconsciously wrapped her arms around his neck, and their lips met again, more tenderly than before.

Her long, wet hair cascaded over her shoulders, and water droplets slid down her neck.

He reached out and gently brushed the strands of hair from her forehead, his gaze deep and intense.

As the warm water from the showerhead flowed, the distance between the two gradually decreased.

The physical connection brought a long-lost heat, and the initial slight pain was replaced. She went limp in his arms, not even having the strength to stand up.

"Let's go to the bathtub." Meng Jiangyu picked her up and stepped into the bathtub filled with warm water.

The water in the bathtub rippled, and she leaned against him, feeling his body heat emanating from the water.

The steam blurred their vision, leaving only their burning body heat and fervent love, intertwining and intensifying in the small bathroom.

The mandarin ducks were in double nights, and a pear blossom pressed the begonia.

"My baby girl!" Meng Jiangyu's slightly seductive voice rang out.

After the ultimate pleasure, Shen Qingyao was completely exhausted and lay listlessly in his arms, her cheeks flushed and her eyes glazed over.

Meng Jiangyu lowered his head, his warm lips gently landing on Shen Qingyao's smooth forehead, with a touch of cherished tenderness.

He carefully lifted her up in his arms, her head resting naturally against his neck, her breath warm and long, carrying a faint scent of shower gel.

Only a warm yellow wall lamp was on in the bedroom, casting soft shadows on the floor. He quietly placed her on the soft bed.

The silk sheets clung to her slender figure. As soon as her head hit the pillow, her furrowed brows slowly relaxed, and she drifted off to sleep.

Meng Jiangyu gazed at her peaceful sleeping face, his fingertips unconsciously brushing against the stray hairs on her forehead, his eyes filled with an unyielding tenderness.

He turned and went back into the bathroom, picked up a towel from the shelf, and casually dried his wet short hair.

Water droplets slid down his well-defined abdominal muscles, dripping onto the cotton bath towel and spreading out a small dark stain.

He then took the hairdryer, set it to the lowest warm setting, and gently sat down on the edge of the bed.

He carefully moved Shen Qingyao's head onto his lap, his movements so gentle that he was afraid of disturbing her sweet dream.

Her long, ink-black hair cascaded over his knees, carrying a faint, sweet fragrance.

The hairdryer made a soft sound, like a gentle breeze, as he gently combed her hair with his fingers, letting the warm air evenly caress every inch of her hair.

When my fingertips occasionally brushed against her slightly cool earlobe, she would unconsciously rub against it, like a docile kitten.

Once her hair was completely dry, he turned off the hairdryer, gently placed her head back on the pillow, and then lay down beside her, pulling her into his arms.

Shen Qingyao seemed to sense a familiar presence and automatically snuggled into his warm embrace, her arms instinctively encircling his waist, her cheek pressed against his chest, her breathing even and steady.

Meng Jiangyu looked down at the peaceful sleeping face of the person in his arms, his eyes filled with unwavering doting and contentment.

He tightened his arms, holding her even closer, his nose touching the top of her head, greedily inhaling her unique fragrance.

Moonlight streamed through the sheer curtains, casting a soft, hazy glow. The bedroom was quiet, save for the gentle breaths of the two of them, their bodies warming each other as they drifted into a sweet dream.