The Cinnabar Mole of a Beijing Circle Tycoon

Meng Jiangyu's words were like a beam of warm light, instantly dispelling all the gloom in Shen Qingyao's heart.

Looking into his eyes, where there was no concealment of seriousness and deep affection, she was moved to tears that welled up uncontrollably, sliding down her cheeks and landing on the back of his hand. The warm touch made her heart tighten.

Meng Jiangyu thought Shen Qingyao was going to say something like that she would love him forever.

"You..." Shen Qingyao sniffled, her voice trembling with tears, "Have you been in many relationships? Otherwise, how come you're so good at sweet talk and coaxing people?"

Upon hearing this, Meng Jiangyu was taken aback at first, then looked at her with a wry smile.

The little girl, who was just teary-eyed and deeply moved, suddenly snapped out of her sweet mood, her mind racing faster than a rollercoaster.

He raised his hand to wipe away the tears on her face, his fingertips gently caressing her flushed cheeks, his tone both helpless and indulgent: "In your heart, am I just such a seasoned player in love?"

"Otherwise what?" Shen Qingyao blinked her wet eyes, tears still clinging to her eyelashes, like a wronged yet curious kitten. "What you just said and did was all too practiced..."

Meng Jiangyu chuckled softly, leaned closer to her, and rubbed his nose against hers, his breath warm: "Silly girl, this is called self-taught."

"Self-taught?" Shen Qingyao raised an eyebrow, clearly not quite believing it.

"Yes," Meng Jiangyu nodded, his eyes serious yet with a hint of slyness, "Because it's you, I naturally know how to cherish you, how to comfort you, and how to make you feel at ease. If it were someone else, I would find it troublesome to even say an extra word."

He reached out and gently stroked the tip of her nose. "Besides," he said, "if I had really dated a lot, how could I be so flustered by a girl with such a peculiar way of thinking like you?"

Shen Qingyao's cheeks flushed from his words. She reached out and punched his chest, but it wasn't very forceful; it sounded more like a coquettish plea: "Who's having a weird way of thinking? I was just... just asking casually."

"Just asking?" Meng Jiangyu took her hand, kissed it gently, his eyes full of laughter. "Alright, then I'll answer you seriously one more time. Shen Qingyao, you are the first person in my life I've ever wanted to love with all my heart, and you will be the last. There has never been anyone else before, and there never will be."

His voice was gentle yet firm, like a reassuring pill, completely dispelling Shen Qingyao's last doubts.

Looking into his eyes, filled with unwavering affection, she felt a sweet warmth in her heart. The emotion she had just felt mingled with the sweetness of the present moment, making her unable to resist leaning in and gently pecking his lips.

Meng Jiangyu's eyes darkened, and he reached back to hold the back of her head, deepening the kiss.

Between their lips and teeth, they were filled with each other's breath and an intense, inseparable love.

The moment their lips touched, it felt like an electric current coursing through her body. Shen Qingyao's cheeks instantly burned hot, and she instinctively tried to shrink back, but Meng Jiangyu held her head firmly, giving her no room to retreat.

His kiss was gentle yet possessive, his lips lingering and caressing, the warm scent of cedar enveloping her, making her almost drown in this intense love.

Shen Qingyao's heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to burst out of her chest. Her hands unconsciously climbed up his neck, her fingertips curling slightly as she felt the delicate skin and strong pulse on his neck.

After an unknown amount of time, Meng Jiangyu slowly released her, his nose touching hers, his breathing slightly heavy, his dark eyes swirling with unyielding emotions, tinged with a satisfied languor: "Next time you want to kiss me, you don't have to be so careful."

Shen Qingyao's cheeks were flushed crimson, and she dared not look him in the eye. She could only bury her face in his chest, her voice barely audible: "Who wants to kiss you..."

"Oh?" Meng Jiangyu chuckled softly, the vibration in his chest making her even more flustered. "Then who was it that approached you just now?"

He raised his hand and lifted her chin, forcing her to look up at him, his eyes full of mocking amusement. "Qingyao, you dare to do it but not admit it?"

Shen Qingyao felt exposed under his gaze and could only glare at him, but the lingering moisture in her eyes made her appear exceptionally charming and innocent: "It was just a kiss, are you still not done?"

"Of course it's not over yet." Meng Jiangyu lowered his head and gently bit her reddened lips again, the force gentle but with a hint of punishment. "Not enough."

As soon as he finished speaking, he leaned down and kissed her again. This kiss was even more lingering than before. His tongue gently pried open her teeth and intertwined with hers.

Shen Qingyao's mind went blank, and she could only passively accept his love. Her body gradually softened, and she leaned against him, letting him hold her and feeling his warmth and breath.

After the kiss, Shen Qingyao leaned weakly against his chest, panting heavily, her cheeks still burning, her eyes filled with a watery, dreamy look.

Meng Jiangyu tightened his arms, holding her close in his embrace. He rested his chin on the top of her head, gently stroking her long hair, his voice low and tender: "Silly girl, you can't even breathe properly."

Shen Qingyao muttered, "It's all your fault..."

"Yes, yes, it's all my fault." Meng Jiangyu chuckled in agreement, his fingertips gently brushing against her sweat-dampened temples. "Then I'll teach you how to breathe!"

As their lips lingered, the air thickened with an ambiguous atmosphere under the warm yellow light. Shen Qingyao's fingertips still clung to Meng Jiangyu's neck, feeling his steady and powerful heartbeat.

Just then, the sudden ringing of a cell phone shattered the tender atmosphere in the bedroom.

Shen Qingyao stiffened as if she had been scalded, her cheeks instantly turning red to her ears, and she subconsciously buried her face in Meng Jiangyu's neck.

Her head was pressed tightly against his skin, and she even breathed softly, just like a child caught doing something wrong, not daring to look up or make a sound.

Meng Jiangyu abruptly stopped, the emotions surging in his eyes still lingering, but were instantly dispelled by the sudden ringing of the bell.

He frowned slightly, a hint of annoyance flashing across his face. He looked down at the little girl curled up in his arms, then glanced at the vibrating phone on the bedside table. His tone was full of unfulfilled gloom as he reached out and swiped to answer the call.

"What is it?" His tone was still languid, yet tinged with impatience at being disturbed. His deep voice came through the receiver, making Zhou Yanqiu on the other end of the phone shudder instantly.

Who is Zhou Yanqiu? A seasoned veteran of the dating scene, just by listening to her cousin's tone and considering the timing, she immediately realized that she had stumbled upon something good and was just a "third wheel" who had nothing better to do than cause trouble.

He quickly swallowed what he was about to say, his tone instantly turning obsequious as he repeatedly apologized, "Cousin! I'm so sorry! I didn't know you were busy. What a lapse in judgment!"

Meng Jiangyu's fingers were still gently stroking Shen Qingyao's back, soothing her tense body, his tone still cold: "You'd better have something important to say."

Shen Qingyao buried her face in the crook of his neck and could clearly hear Zhou Yanqiu's voice on the other end of the phone. Her cheeks burned even more, and she couldn't help but reach out and gently pinch Meng Jiangyu's waist, her expression a mix of shyness and annoyance.

Meng Jiangyu lowered his head and placed a comforting kiss on the top of her head, gently pulling her restless hand with his fingertips.