The Cinnabar Mole of a Beijing Circle Tycoon

The gilded signboard of Sexy Night flickered and shimmered in the night, making people dizzy.

Several Rolls-Royce Phantoms were parked quietly at the entrance. The doors opened one after another, and Meng Jiangyu, Zhou Yanqiu, and Li Wanqi got out of the cars. Their well-fitting suits accentuated their tall and straight figures, instantly attracting subtle glances from those around them.

This nightclub is owned by the Xu family. The person in charge was already waiting at the entrance. When he saw the three of them coming, he immediately bowed and greeted them with a respectful attitude.

The heavy door was slowly pushed open by the security guard, and a wave of sweltering heat, carrying the strong scents of perfume and alcohol, surged out, instantly engulfing everyone.

The dance floor was a dazzling display of lights and shadows, with the deep bass drumbeats making one's eardrums vibrate. Men and women dressed provocatively swayed their hips to the beat, their eyes filled with indulgence and infatuation.

Zhou Yanqiu and Li Wanqi deliberately lagged half a step behind Meng Jiangyu. With the person in charge nodding, the three of them walked through the restless crowd and headed straight for the second floor.

Meng Jiangyu lifted his eyelids slightly, his indifferent gaze casually sweeping across the entire room. The innate cold and imposing aura made the surrounding noise eerily quiet down.

At the bar, Shen Qingyao had just finished dancing and was sipping her cocktail while leaning on the counter, her eyes following Lu Ying, who was having a great time on the dance floor.

Meng Jiangyu's figure, surrounded by a crowd, was too eye-catching to escape Shen Qingyao's notice.

Her fingers tightened slightly on the wine glass, and a vague, indescribable feeling welled up in her heart.

Just a few hours ago, he texted me saying he had a dinner party tonight.

The favoritism in her family of origin meant that she was never firmly chosen by her parents, and the insecurity deep in her bones grew wildly like vines.

Why would Meng Jiangyu lie to himself? The second floor is the VIP area; is he a regular here?

Her chaotic thoughts were making her feel uneasy, and as if possessed, she put down her wine glass and followed him.

The moment the door to the second-floor private room was pushed open, four or five men in black suits, with a江湖 (jianghu, a term referring to the world of martial arts and chivalry) air about them, stood up in unison, their loud voices filled with respect: "Mr. Meng!"

"Sit." Meng Jiangyu said succinctly, walking straight to the center of the sofa and sitting down. His slender fingers rested casually on his knees, his back straight, and an undeniable sense of pressure emanated from him.

Zhou Yanqiu sat down familiarly beside him, and the others took their seats in turn. The atmosphere in the large private room became somewhat solemn for a moment.

A moment later, more than a dozen beauties that Li Wanqi had specially brought from the port city filed in.

Each one of them was a stunning beauty, handpicked from the best, with slender figures and alluring eyes. Their tailor-made gowns accentuated their exquisite curves, revealing fair and delicate shoulders and necks that were perfectly proportioned, glamorous yet not vulgar, clearly the result of great care.

The woman at the head of the group spoke in a voice so soft it could melt water. Holding a glass filled with whiskey, she gracefully walked up to Meng Jiangyu, her eyes sparkling: "Mr. Meng, it's a pleasure to meet you. My name is..."

Before she could finish speaking, Meng Jiangyu raised his hand to interrupt her, his well-defined fingers hovering in mid-air, his tone as cold as ice: "I don't need it."

The women looked at each other, their smiles froze.

Li Wanqi quickly smoothed things over, smiling as he pushed the beautiful woman beside him toward Meng Jiangyu: "Mr. Meng, don't be so polite. They're all well-behaved young women who came here specifically tonight to help you and Mr. Zhou relax."

Meng Jiangyu didn't say anything more, but simply picked up the wine glass on the table and ran his fingertips along the cold glass.

Zhou Yanqiu knew her cousin's personality all too well, so she immediately laughed it off: "Girls, President Meng is just a blockhead who doesn't understand romance. Don't mind him, I understand romance!"

He has always been open to beautiful women, and with a single sentence, he broke the deadlock.

The dozen or so beauties immediately understood and surrounded everyone in the private room except Meng Jiangyu, their sweet voices filling the entire space.

The music in the private room was turned down, and the women tactfully stayed by their side, gently urging them to drink and feeding them fruit, gradually warming up the atmosphere.

Meng Jiangyu leaned back on the sofa alone, a wine glass between his fingers. His gaze, seen through the one-way glass, fell on the still bustling dance floor downstairs. His deep eyes held an inscrutable expression, and no one could guess what he was thinking.

Zhou Yanqiu glanced at him and shook his head inwardly. These beautiful women were ultimately no match for his cousin.

At that moment, a bald, middle-aged man stepped forward with a glass of whiskey, a fawning smile on his face: "Mr. Meng, it's a pleasure to meet you. Let me offer you a toast!"

Meng Jiangyu looked up, picked up the wine on the table, and lightly clinked glasses with him, his voice flat: "You're too kind."

Seeing this, the others in the private room all stood up and went forward to offer a toast, but the seat next to Meng Jiangyu remained empty.

After exchanging pleasantries, the conversation gradually turned to the casino project. Meng Jiangyu showed little interest, only occasionally responding, while Zhou Yanqiu listened with great interest, interjecting a few words from time to time.

On the other side, Shen Qingyao had just reached the second-floor stairwell when she was stopped by the security guard standing there. "Miss, the second floor is the VIP area, and it is not open to the public tonight."

She gripped her phone tightly, took out a photo of herself and Meng Jiangyu. In the photo, he smiled, his fingertips gently stroking her cheek, the smile in his eyes impossible to hide.

The security guard looked at the photo, then at the girl's reddened eyes, and hesitated for a moment, afraid of offending a VIP guest. He could only send someone to call the nightclub manager.

The person in charge rushed over, looked at the young girl in front of him, and wondered what was going on.

I've never heard of Mr. Meng having a female companion.

But when he saw the love surging in Meng Jiangyu's eyes in the photo, he was immediately caught in a dilemma.

Just then, a voice broke the silence: "Sister-in-law?"

Shen Qingyao looked up and saw Xu Mingxuan walking quickly towards her; he was the owner of the shop.

"Mingxuan, what are you doing here?" Shen Qingyao was stunned.

Xu Mingxuan scratched his head and replied with a smile, "I own this shop."

"That's perfect, take me up there." Shen Qingyao's voice trembled slightly.

Xu Mingxuan's heart skipped a beat, and he knew something was wrong.

The group of women in the private room haven't left yet. If my sister-in-law were to see them, there would be a huge misunderstanding.

He quickly laughed it off, "Sister-in-law, don't worry, I'll go upstairs and check the situation..."

Looking at his evasive eyes, Shen Qingyao could easily guess that something was amiss.

She didn't say anything more, pushed past the security guards, and walked straight to the second floor. The security guards looked at each other, not daring to stop her.

Xu Mingxuan followed behind her, not daring to stop her, his palms sweating with anxiety.

He knew better than anyone how possessive Meng Jiangyu was; if he dared to stop him, his hand would probably be crippled.

At the same time, inside the private room.

Li Wanqi winked at a beautiful woman beside him.

The woman, with her pure and lovely appearance, immediately understood. Holding her wine glass, she gracefully walked up to Meng Jiangyu and said in a soft, sweet voice, "Mr. Meng, I'd like to propose a toast to you."

Meng Jiangyu didn't even look up, his gaze fixed on the gently swirling liquid in his glass, his voice chillingly cold: "Mr. Li, I don't like people who think they're so clever, understand?"

That last word carried an undeniable warning.

Li Wanqi's face turned pale, and he quickly winked at the woman, signaling her to leave.

But looking at Meng Jiangyu's impeccably handsome profile, the woman felt unwilling. If she missed out on a man like him, she might never meet another like him in her lifetime.

With a determined heart, she deliberately twisted her ankle and fell headfirst into Meng Jiangyu's arms.

Just then, the door to the private room was pushed open by the waiter.

Shen Qingyao was standing at the door when she happened to witness this scene.

Her pupils contracted sharply, her blood seemed to freeze instantly, and her heart felt like it was being squeezed by an invisible hand, the pain so intense that she forgot to breathe.

Seeing this, Xu Mingxuan, who was following behind her, was so frightened that he was scared out of his wits. Only one thought remained in his mind: It's over, it's completely over now. Will Fifth Brother take his anger out on me?