The Cinnabar Mole of a Beijing Circle Tycoon

A deep, smiling voice suddenly rang out at the doorway, carrying a hint of teasing yet also a touch of warmth.

Shen Qingyao froze abruptly, like a kitten caught stealing fish.

The pen slipped from my hand and fell to the table with a "thud," rolling a few times before hitting the corner of the table with a crisp sound.

She hurriedly looked up and saw Meng Jiangyu leaning against the door frame, having returned at some point.

Several assistants followed behind. Meng Jiangyu gestured for them to leave, and the assistants tactfully closed the door and left.

Meng Jiangyu walked inside, a suit jacket draped over his arm, his tie slightly loosened.

His brows relaxed, and a barely suppressed smile played on his lips. The frown that had been there during the meeting was now completely gone.

Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the blinds, casting a warm, golden glow on him and softening his usual aura, making him appear incredibly gentle.

In the blink of an eye, Meng Jiangyu was near Shen Qingyao, picked up the pen on the table, and asked, "Why isn't President Shen saying anything?"

Shen Qingyao muttered softly, "I... I was just playing around... You were scolding people so fiercely just now, I was just imitating you..."

Meng Jiangyu was completely charmed by Shen Qingyao's guilty look. He placed his suit jacket on the back of the chair and asked, "President Shen, why do you look so guilty?"

Shen Qingyao instantly switched into character, "Xiao Meng, you've got it wrong!"

No one has ever called Meng Jiangyu "Little Meng," and no one dares to, except for Shen Qingyao.

"President Shen, my eyes are like a ruler, I can't be wrong!" Meng Jiangyu swiftly and decisively picked up Shen Qingyao in his arms.

He gently placed Shen Qingyao's knees in his palms and placed her lightly on the warm desk with a little force.

The quarterly report, which she hadn't finished reading, was still spread out on the table, the pages rustling softly as her skirt swept across it.

The scent of ink mingled with the fragrance of gardenias emanating from her, swirling into an ambiguous mist in the air.

He leaned closer, his arms firmly encircling her waist, the force carrying an irresistible sense of possession.

His chest was almost pressed against hers, the scorching heat seeping through the thin fabric.

Shen Qingyao subconsciously raised her hand, her fingertips touching his shoulder, her fingertips gently gripping the fabric of his neatly pressed shirt.

Meng Jiangyu lowered his eyes, his gaze falling on her slightly parted knees. He then leaned down and used the height difference to embed himself into her.

His warm breath fell on her neck, causing the fine hairs on her neck to tremble slightly.

He freed one hand and casually touched the remote control on the corner of the table, his well-defined fingertips gliding across the cool plastic casing before pressing it lightly.

The glass curtain wall was covered with a frosted light-blocking film, and the indicator light for the anti-peeping system flashed briefly in the dark before going out again.

The surrounding light suddenly dimmed, leaving only ambiguous overlapping shadows.

In the dim light, his pupils were as deep as an ink-stained sea, devoid of any extra light, fixed intently on Shen Qingyao's face.

His gaze swept over her trembling eyelashes, landed on the tip of her reddened nose, and finally settled on her slightly parted lips, the strawberry-colored sweetness particularly alluring in the darkness.

His eyes swirled with an intense possessiveness, like a lurking beast finally locking onto its prey, carrying an undeniable certainty, yet concealing a hint of barely perceptible tenderness.

Her brows furrowed slightly, and the darkness in her eyes rippled with emotion, reflecting the sparkling diamonds on her wrist, adding a touch of passionate tenderness.

Meng Jiangyu slowly moved his palm to the back of her head, his fingertips gripping her head, and with a little force, he forced her to tilt her head back.

Without the slightest hesitation, he leaned down and covered her lips with his. His kiss was forceful and intense, with an undeniable aggressiveness that swallowed up all her breaths.

At first, his lips were cool, but they suddenly warmed up the moment they touched hers, and he could even taste the sweetness of the strawberry lipstick on her lips.

Meng Jiangyu's tongue pried open her teeth, stealing every breath from her mouth.

His kisses were burning hot, lingering and consuming her every soft breath.

Shen Qingyao's back was ramrod straight, her fingertips gripping his shirt so tightly that it wrinkled, and the diamond bracelet on her wrist swayed gently with her movements, scattering star-like sparkles in the dim light.

His lips left hers, moving downwards, kissing her flushed chin and landing on her delicate neck. His calloused fingertips caressed the soft flesh of her waist, causing her to tremble slightly.

"Meng Jiangyu..." Her voice was choked with sobs, as soft as a puddle of water.

Meng Jiangyu chuckled softly, his warm breath brushing against her collarbone. He raised his hand, pinched her chin, and forced her to look at him.

His eyes were filled with an intense, dark darkness, and his voice was hoarse, laced with breathlessness, as he whispered in her ear, "Baby, call my name, say it again."

Shen Qingyao's eyelashes were wet, the tip of her nose was red, and she choked out another call: "Meng Jiangyu..."

His Adam's apple bobbed, and he leaned down to kiss her again, this time with a gentler, more tender touch, his fingertips lightly brushing against the bracelet on her wrist.

After an unknown amount of time, Meng Jiangyu released the girl in front of him; the buttons of her sweater had been undone at some point.

He didn't rush to go deeper, but gently caressed her lips with his own, the force not heavy, but with an inescapable sense of control, as if he were savoring a long-treasured piece of candy.

Then, his tongue gently licked her lower lip, its burning heat prying open her teeth.

His hand, with its distinct knuckles, slowly moved up her waist, his fingertips tracing the skin of her back. The calloused touch made her tremble slightly, and his kiss deepened accordingly.

His fingertips touched the buttons on the back, and with a "click," the clothes fell off. Meng Jiangyu's eyes darkened.

Shen Qingyao instinctively flinched, and he tightened his grip on the back of her head, holding her even closer.

He gently hooked her tongue, lingering and caressing it, greedily savoring the sweetness in her mouth. Their breaths mingled, burning hot enough to melt anyone.

When the kiss gets passionate, he will tilt his head slightly, change the angle, and let his lips brush against the corners of her lips and chin before covering her again, sometimes with more pressure and sometimes with less.

His chest pressed tightly against hers, and with each breath they could feel the rise and fall of each other's chests. His Adam's apple bobbed as he let out a low groan, the sound mingling with their ambiguous panting, adding an extra touch of allure.

When he took a breath, his lips didn't completely leave hers; they just moved back half an inch, his nose brushing against hers, his warm breath spraying onto her face.

He continued to stare at her intently, his eyes darker than before, filled with a hazy, passionate gaze, yet clear as to reflect her flushed cheeks, wet eyelashes, and slightly swollen lips.

His thumb gently brushed against the glistening moisture at the corner of her lips, the warmth of his fingertip making her tremble, his eyes filled with doting affection and contentment.

Then he leaned down and kissed her with even gentler force, moving downwards.

As the distance between the two gradually disappeared, a new round of attacks began.

Her body seemed to possess a spirit; each touch elicited an indescribable response, a gentle tremor like a wheat field swaying in the spring breeze.

As their passion subsided, Meng Jiangyu did not immediately pull away. He pressed his forehead against hers, their breaths mingling in the dim air, each carrying a burning heat.

His hand was still on the back of her head, his fingertips gently combing through her ruffled hair, his fingertips brushing against her reddened earlobe, causing a slight tickle.

Her face was flushed, her body was weak, and her hair was soaked with sweat.

Shen Qingyao's eyelashes drooped wetly, not daring to look at him. She could only hear a low chuckle coming from his chest, mixed with panting, which was particularly seductive.

Her hands were still wrapped around the back of his neck, her fingertips unconsciously brushing against his stubble, the diamond bracelet on her wrist pressing against their skin, cool and refreshing, just enough to suppress some of the heat.

"Baby, you're so sweet!" His eyes still held a lingering passion, a faint light shimmering in their darkness. "Let's do it again!"

Shen Qingyao bit her lip, reached out and pushed against his chest with a light touch, like a tickle. "No!"

"I have no strength left!" Her voice was hoarse from crying, but the last syllable was soft.

Meng Jiangyu chuckled softly and leaned down to peck her on the corner of her lips.

He reached for the suit jacket beside him, draped it over her shoulders, and gently stroked her back with his fingertips. "Slow down!"

Shen Qingyao buried her face in his neck, nodded sullenly, and brushed her nose against his shirt, which was filled with the crisp scent of cedar.