The Cinnabar Mole of a Beijing Circle Tycoon

"But the culprit has already fled abroad. The victims need an explanation. If the murderer escapes, the victims will definitely not accept the investigation results and will think that the government is protecting the murderer. This could escalate the situation and damage the government's credibility."

"If he wants to exonerate Fang Shuning's father, someone has to take responsibility. In the end, the one pushed out to take the blame is the person the Lu family originally intended to support. That's the path the Lu family had paved for years, and it was all ruined in an instant."

"And who is the real killer?"

"Once they're caught, they won't let any of them escape!"

He picked up his wine glass and took a sip, his tone becoming complicated: "That's a story for later. When Grandpa Lu and Uncle Lu found out about this, they were so angry that they smashed their teacups on the spot. They thought Fang Shuning was a vixen who had Lu Linchuan completely bewitched, making him disregard the family's reputation and future for a woman. During that time, Lu Linchuan was confined to his home, and Grandma Lu declared that if he dared to associate with Fang Shuning again, she would kill him."

"People have a rebellious streak; the more you try to stop them, the better their relationship becomes!"

"The two sides were deadlocked for a long time. In order to save face for the family and maintain the relationship between the grandparents and grandchildren, they eventually decided to stop interfering in their affairs and pretend that Fang Shuning did not exist."

"So that's why they've been dating for so long but haven't gotten married!"

"Mmm!" Meng Jiangyu glanced at the time on his watch. "Honey, it's late!"

"Then why did you brush me off last time?" Shen Qingyao didn't respond.

"I was just worried you'd overthink things." Meng Jiangyu picked up Shen Qingyao and carried her into the room.

"Will you let me down?" Shen Qingyao placed her hand on Meng Jiangyu's neck, looking at Meng Jiangyu's jawline.

"No!" Meng Jiangyu answered sincerely.

"What if your family also threatens suicide and refuses to agree? What then?" Shen Qingyao asked with some worry.

"Baby, why aren't you worried that your family will threaten suicide to prevent you from marrying me?" Meng Jiangyu placed Shen Qingyao on the sink.

"Shen Qingyao, we are equals in love. It is my duty to get my family to accept you. This is something I should worry about, not something you should worry about!" Meng Jiangyu squeezed toothpaste onto a toothbrush and handed it to Shen Qingyao.

"Baby, be confident. You're wonderful. I was the one who liked you first, and I can't live without you!"

Hearing Meng Jiangyu's words, Shen Qingyao was somewhat surprised, "My level of 'good enough' is too low!"

"Baby, you deserve the very best!"

"Thank you, Meng Jiangyu!"

Shen Qingyao noticed that their conversation had veered off course. "Has something happened between them recently?"

"We could have delayed it before, but Lu Linchuan is 32 this year. His grandparents are getting old and want to see him get married before they pass away, so they've been arranging blind dates for him recently."

"What should we do? This is a completely unsolvable problem!" Shen Qingyao hated this heart-wrenching feeling.

"Haste makes waste!" Meng Jiangyu took off his watch.

"Can we help them?"

"Outsiders can't help them with this; only the two of them can solve it." Meng Jiangyu poured Shen Qingyao a glass of water. "Brush your teeth!"

"Do you think they can get married?" Shen Qingyao asked while brushing her teeth.

"I don't know!" Meng Jiangyu's eyes darkened, and he decided to see who was more willing to go all out.

"They've been together for so many years, and the Lu family has seen it all. Can't they just let them be together?"

"Lu Linchuan disregarded his family entirely for the sake of a woman. Such irrational behavior is a major taboo for the family's inheritance."

"Alright, don't worry about them anymore. Everyone has their own life challenges to overcome."

"oh!"

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Morning light streamed through the lace curtains of the study's bay window as Shen Qingyao stuffed textbooks into her bag.

The phone on the table vibrated. The professor sent a message in the course group that the course would be postponed to next week.

Shen Qingyao came out of the study in her fluffy slippers and sat on the sofa. "The morning classes have been rescheduled for next week!"

Meng Jiangyu came out with a tie and a watch, handing the tie to Shen Qingyao, who naturally helped him put on the tie.

Meng Jiangyu, holding the clasp of his Vacheron Constantin watch, asked, "So, what are you planning to do this morning?"

"Let's stay home and read!" Shen Qingyao neatly tied a Windsor knot.

Meng Jiangyu fastened his watch. "He's just come with me to work. Let me show you my daily work routine!"

"Is it okay? Won't it affect your work?" Shen Qingyao looked at the man in the suit and tie in front of her with bright eyes.

"No way!" Meng Jiangyu looked at the clever little girl in front of him, not pointing out her mistake, "I couldn't be happier!"

"Wait a minute, I'm going to get a bag!" Shen Qingyao walked briskly into the dressing room.

The Hanhai Capital Building stands firmly in the prime location of the CBD, its 77-story glass curtain wall gleaming with a cold silver light in the morning sun.

As soon as the car stopped in front of the building, a security guard in a suit quickly came up to greet him and respectfully nodded: "President Meng."

Her gaze swept over Shen Qingyao beside Meng Jiangyu, then quickly averted, not daring to reveal even the slightest hint of inquiry.

Along the way, he encountered many people heading to the elevator on their way to work. When they saw Meng Jiangyu, they greeted him respectfully, and Meng Jiangyu nodded in response.

Meng Jiangyu, who has never been seen with a woman before, made a high-profile appearance at the headquarters building with a girl.

Instantly, messages flooded the company's dozens of gossip groups, all discussing the relationship between Shen Qingyao and Meng Jiangyu.

Previously, some fearless employees and secretaries had tried to seduce Meng Jiangyu, but Jason dealt with them all seriously.

At the time, everyone thought Meng Jiangyu didn't like women, but now the truth is out: he likes innocent and pure girls.

The private elevator soared all the way to the top floor, and the numbers jumped rapidly.

With a soft ding, the door slid open slowly, revealing a vast space with a gleaming light gray marble floor and a minimalist yet luxurious décor that exudes understated elegance.

Meng Jiangyu's office occupies the entire top floor, with a dozen assistants' workstations at the entrance.

The assistants were all working at their desks when Jason came over to greet them, "Mr. Meng, Ms. Shen!"

Jason followed the two into the office and reported to Meng Jiangyu.

After the group went inside, messages popped up in the assistant's gossip group chat.

Employees are under too much work pressure and always need some gossip to relieve their stress.

Shen Qingyao's attention was drawn to the floor-to-ceiling windows of the office, and she casually tossed the white Hermes house bag she was carrying onto the sofa.

Shen Qingyao took this bag from the dressing room to match her outfit.

The floor-to-ceiling windows of the entire wall were wiped spotless, and the entire panorama of Beijing was laid out before your eyes without reservation.

The towering buildings, standing side by side, are shrunk into exquisite models at your feet. In the distance, the red walls and glazed tiles of the Forbidden City are tinged with a warm ochre hue in the thin mist. The upturned eaves of the Bell and Drum Towers are faintly visible, blending the prosperity and ancient charm of the capital into a magnificent picture.

Jason finished his report and tactfully left the office.

Meng Jiangyu sat in his office chair, with several documents on his desk.

Meng Jiangyu looked up at Shen Qingyao, who was wearing a pink Loro Piana sweater and looked soft and sweet in the sunlight.

Shen Qingyao tiptoed to the window and couldn't help but exclaim softly. She lightly tapped her fingertips on the glass, tracing the distant horizon: "Wow, looking down from here, it seems like the entire city of Beijing is at our feet."

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly felt a warm pressure around his waist.

Meng Jiangyu gently embraced her from behind, resting his chin on the top of her head, his voice low and chuckled, tinged with the vibration of his chest: "You like it? You can come anytime in the future."

His crisp cedar scent, mixed with a faint tobacco aroma, enveloped her in his arms.

He gently nibbled her earlobe; that small gesture was full of allure and sweetness, like a dewdrop rolling on a flower petal in the morning light.

He held her waist, his hand moving from her cheek to her lips, taking a quick sip before stopping.

She took a deep breath, bit her lip, and clung to his strong shoulders.

Shen Qingyao snuggled closer to him, her voice soft and sweet: "Working in such a great place every day, doesn't it feel wonderful?"

"No." Meng Jiangyu lowered his head, his lips brushing against her hair, his tone unusually serious. "After looking at it for a while, it'll seem ordinary. The first sip of a 3.5 yuan Coke is worth 3 yuan."

As he spoke, he took her hand and led her to sit down on a leather sofa. The table was covered with snacks, fruits, and desserts.

"You can read any of the books on the bookshelf, and everything on the table is prepared for you."

Shen Qingyao glanced at the bookshelf, which was almost entirely filled with finance-related books. "I don't like reading those books!"

"I knew it!" Meng Jiangyu took several bestselling romance novels from a bookshelf drawer. "These are definitely your kind of books!"

"Mmm!" Shen Qingyao was pleasantly surprised and took the novel. "How did you know?"

"If you're interested, you'll find out!" Meng Jiangyu had previously read all of Shen Qingyao's information and personal history.

"Be good, I'm going to work." Meng Jiangyu picked up the blanket next to him and covered Shen Qingyao's legs with it.

Shen Qingyao took a sip of yogurt, her eyes curving into crescents: "Okay."

Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, falling on the two of them and gilding them with a warm, golden glow.