The Cinnabar Mole of a Beijing Circle Tycoon

Zhou Yanqiu, on the other end of the phone, didn't dare to delay and quickly replied, "The seafood was just air-freighted from Hokkaido, and the fish was just caught from the sea—a rare find! We've arranged a late-night snack party tonight; Lu Linchuan and Xu Mingxuan are both coming!"

Meng Jiangyu raised an eyebrow slightly and said indifferently, "Not interested, I'm with my girlfriend."

"No, brother!" Zhou Yanqiu exclaimed anxiously, quickly adding, "Fang Shuning is here too, saying she wants to chat with sister-in-law!"

During the last gathering, Meng Jiangyu showed his true feelings to his brothers. Zhou Yanqiu and Xu Mingxuan knew that Meng Jiangyu was serious, so they changed their address for Shen Qingyao to "sister-in-law".

As soon as these words were spoken, Shen Qingyao's eyes, which were buried in Meng Jiangyu's neck, lit up instantly.

She looked up at Meng Jiangyu, her watery eyes filled with anticipation.

Meng Jiangyu swallowed back the words of refusal that were on the tip of his tongue. He pinched the tip of her nose and said helplessly, "We'll be there in an hour!"

After hanging up the phone, Shen Qingyao immediately climbed out of his arms. Just as she was about to get out of bed, Meng Jiangyu pulled her back and she fell solidly into his arms.

He tightened his arms around her and chuckled softly in her ear, "What's the rush? Let's catch up on what we didn't finish earlier."

A warm breath brushed against her ear, and Shen Qingyao's cheeks flushed. She reached out to push against his chest, but he held her head firmly and kissed her again.

"Breathe!" This kiss wasn't as lingering and intense as before, but it carried a touch of tenderness and affection.

"Remember this frequency!"

After a long while, Meng Jiangyu finally released her, looking at the misty tears in her eyes, and chuckled softly: "Alright, get up and change your clothes."

Meng Jiangyu took her hand and led her towards the dressing room.

Shen Qingyao chose a beige Loro Piana knitted dress, changed into it, and was adjusting the hem of the dress in front of the mirror.

The soft fabric clung to her slender figure, making her skin appear even whiter than snow.

Meng Jiangyu wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, rested his chin on the top of her head, and looked at the two of them snuggling together in the mirror, his eyes full of smiles: "My darling looks good in anything."

Shen Qingyao's cheeks flushed, and she turned around and playfully punched him: "You king of sweet talk, what are you planning to wear?"

The warm light from the dressing room spilled over a row of haute couture suits. Meng Jiangyu's fingertips had just touched the collar of the dark gray suit when Shen Qingyao gently pressed his hand down.

"Don't wear this," she said, tiptoeing closer until her nose almost touched his chin, her voice soft and coquettish, "It's too formal."

Meng Jiangyu raised an eyebrow: "So what do you want me to wear?"

Shen Qingyao's eyes lit up. She turned around and picked up a beige Loro Piana Polo sweater from the other rack, along with a pair of dark casual wool pants, and handed it to him: "Wear this! It's the same color as my skirt, they match so well."

Meng Jiangyu looked at the clothes in his hand, a smile appearing in his eyes: "Did you deliberately put together matching outfits for me?"

"Yes!" Shen Qingyao's cheeks flushed slightly. "You look better in beige; it's much gentler than that cold, hard suit."

He chuckled softly and obediently took the clothes: "Okay, whatever you say."

Shen Qingyao stood to the side, watching him take off his coat, revealing his smooth shoulders and back, and then put on a Polo sweater.

The soft cashmere material hugged his tall figure, outlining his superior proportions of broad shoulders and narrow waist. The off-white color made his eyebrows and eyes appear even more gentle, less cold and hard than usual, and more relaxed and warm at home.

She couldn't help but step forward and reach out to straighten his collar, her fingertips accidentally touching his warm neck.

Shen Qingyao looked up and met his deep eyes, which were filled with unyielding doting affection, making her heart sweeten. She subconsciously tiptoed and pecked him on the corner of his lips.

"It looks really good," she muttered to herself, as if admiring her own masterpiece. "It looks much better than when I wear a suit."

Meng Jiangyu took her mischievous hand and lowered his head to place a kiss on her forehead: "I'm glad you like it."

After Meng Jiangyu helped Shen Qingyao put on the necklace, he said, "Let's go!"

He picked up two camel-colored cashmere coats from the rack and led Shen Qingyao out of the dressing room.

After the two of them finished getting ready, it was already past nine o'clock in the evening. Meng Jiangyu took her hand and walked out of the house. He personally opened the car door, let her sit in the passenger seat, and carefully fastened her seat belt.

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The black Cayenne slowly drove out of the brightly lit underground parking garage, with Meng Jiangyu driving himself.

The car was filled with a faint fragrance, which mingled with the scents of the two people inside.

Shen Qingyao turned her head to look at the neon lights flashing past the window, a faint smile on her lips.

Shen Qingyao turned her head to look at Meng Jiangyu's profile as he focused on driving. The light and shadow of the streetlights danced on his sharply defined face, making him so handsome that it was impossible to look away.

"What are you thinking about?" Meng Jiangyu caught a glimpse of her smile out of the corner of his eye, his tone tinged with amusement.

"I'm thinking... I'm so happy!" Shen Qingyao said contentedly.

"No, I'm the one who's very happy to have met you!" Meng Jiangyu said earnestly.

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The buildings are brightly lit at night, and their antique charm appears especially elegant in the darkness.

As they spoke, the car slowly drove into the main gate of Wangjing Tower, and the doorman jogged over to open the driver's door.

Meng Jiangyu got out of the car and walked around to the passenger seat. He gentlemanly opened the car door for Shen Qingyao and helped her out.

Shen Qingyao naturally took his arm, and the two walked into Wangjing Tower side by side. Warmth instantly enveloped them, and the sweetness in their eyes could not be hidden.

The manager, dressed in a sharp suit, quickly approached, his face displaying just the right amount of respect: "Mr. Meng, Ms. Shen, please come in. The gentlemen and Ms. Fang are already waiting."

Meng Jiangyu nodded slightly, then took Shen Qingyao's hand in his own, his fingertips caressing the warmth of her palm.

The manager bowed and led the way, passing through the lobby on the first floor and heading straight for the private elevator.

The servants they encountered along the way all stopped in their tracks, bowed their heads respectfully, and dared not look over their heads in the slightest.

The elevator doors slowly closed, shutting out the noise from the outside world.

Shen Qingyao turned her head to look at the man beside her. His beige polo sweater made his features appear gentle and warm, shedding his usual cold and hard aura, yet still revealing his inherent nobility.

She couldn't help but stand on tiptoe and whisper in his ear, "I feel like everyone here is afraid of you."

Meng Jiangyu chuckled and reached out to ruffle her hair: "You're so clever, you figured that out!"

"You're teasing me again!" Shen Qingyao pinched Meng Jiangyu's lower back.

The manager wisely kept a low profile, never expecting Mr. Meng, who was in love, to be so down-to-earth.

The elevator ascended smoothly and quickly arrived at the sixth floor.

As soon as the door opened, a tranquil atmosphere, completely different from the bustling atmosphere downstairs, rushed out.

The entire floor is decorated in a low-key yet luxurious style, with warm lighting and nanmu wood furniture, exuding a sense of privacy and comfort befitting a private club.

This is their private property, which is never open to the public.

The manager quietly left, and Meng Jiangyu led Shen Qingyao inside.

"Cousin, sister-in-law!" Zhou Yanqiu was the first to stand up from the sofa. When his gaze fell on the two of them, his eyes lit up. "Great job, cousin! Qingyao has such good taste in matching outfits!"

Xu Mingxuan and Lu Linchuan also looked up, their eyes filled with smiles.

"Jiang Yu, Qing Yao!" Lu Linchuan pushed up his glasses and joked, "It's rare that he's not wearing his ever-present suit today."

Although Lu Linchuan is a year older than Meng Jiangyu, Meng Jiangyu is the backbone of the circle, so the two address each other by their first names.

Xu Mingxuan nodded in agreement, his gaze falling on Shen Qingyao, and he smiled and nodded: "Fifth Brother, Sister-in-law, it's been a long time."

Shen Qingyao smiled politely and replied, "It's been a long time, everyone."

Fang Shuning put down the magazine in her hand, smiled and waved to her: "Qingyao, come sit here with me."

"good!"

Shen Qingyao released Meng Jiangyu's hand: "I'm going to chat with Sister Fang for a while."

Go!

Shen Qingyao sat down next to Fang Shuning, and a waiter immediately brought her a cup of warm flower tea.

Meng Jiangyu, Lu Linchuan, Xu Mingxuan, and Zhou Yanqiu sat around on the sofa, talking about something, with occasional soft laughter.