The Cinnabar Mole of a Beijing Circle Tycoon

Meng Jiangyu pushed the woman in his arms away, his brows furrowing instantly, and a chill emanating from him surged forth like icicles.

"roll."

A single word, sharp as ice, slammed heavily into the private room, sending shivers down everyone's spines.

Li Wanqi's face turned pale, then green, then pale again. He quickly stepped forward, grabbed the woman's arm, and tried to smooth things over with a fawning smile: "Mr. Meng, please calm down. The young lady is ignorant. I'll take her away right away..."

The woman tried to argue, but Li Wanqi glared at her fiercely, the warning in his eyes silencing her instantly. She could only bite her lip and was dragged aside in a disheveled state, not daring to even lift her head.

Meng Jiangyu's gaze swept past the room full of beautiful women and landed precisely on the pale-faced figure at the door.

Shen Qingyao stood there, her fingertips clenched so tightly they turned white, her knuckles turning a horrifying bluish-white from excessive force.

She looked at the decadent scene in the private room, at the beauties of all shapes and sizes, and at the undisguised disgust in Meng Jiangyu's eyes.

Was that annoyance directed at these women who came to his door, or at her uninvited arrival?

It felt like a dull knife had stabbed her heart, the pain making her eyes sting and tears well up instantly.

She wanted to turn and run away, but her legs felt like they were filled with lead, so heavy that she couldn't move an inch.

Zhou Yanqiu was the first to react, and quickly stood up to laugh awkwardly, trying to break the awkward atmosphere: "Sister-in-law, what brings you here? Come in and sit down."

As he spoke, he subtly gave a wink to those around him.

Those sensible beauties dared not linger any longer and had already quietly retreated to a corner, not daring to even breathe.

Xu Mingxuan shrank his neck, wishing he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into on the spot.

He forced himself to step forward, forcing a smile and waving his hand: "Sister-in-law, it's just a misunderstanding, really..."

Shen Qingyao ignored him and Zhou Yanqiu.

Her gaze was fixed on Meng Jiangyu, her voice trembling slightly: "The dinner you mentioned, is this it?"

Looking at her reddened eyes, Meng Jiangyu felt as if something had stung his heart, and a dense, sharp pain instantly spread through him.

He could no longer care about composure and sprinted toward her, his footsteps so hurried they created a gust of wind.

"It's not what you think," he said, his voice softer than usual, carrying a hint of panic he himself didn't realize, as he reached out to take her hand.

Shen Qingyao didn't move, but just as his fingertips were about to touch her, she subconsciously took half a step back to avoid his touch.

This action, like a thin needle, pierced Meng Jiangyu's heart, causing his heart to tighten inexplicably and his breath to catch in his throat.

The private room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. The men who had been discussing projects had already wisely turned their heads away, pretending to be invisible.

"Meng Jiangyu," Shen Qingyao looked at him, her eyes welling up with tears, threatening to spill over, "Do you often come to places like this? Do you often have these kinds of 'dinner parties'?"

Her voice wasn't loud, but it was like a small hammer, striking Meng Jiangyu's heart again and again, dull and painful.

Looking at the unease and grievance in her eyes, he suddenly remembered what she had said with red eyes.

She said she had never been chosen firmly by anyone, so she was afraid, afraid that all the good things were just illusions, easily shattered.

Meng Jiangyu's Adam's apple bobbed violently. He stepped forward, ignoring her attempts to dodge, and pulled her tightly into his arms.

His embrace was broad, carrying a faint scent of tobacco and alcohol. The embrace that had once brought her immense peace of mind now filled her with sorrow. Her nose stung, and tears finally streamed down her face.

"No." He lowered his head, his chin resting on the top of her head, his voice deep and firm, carrying an undeniable solemnity, "Never."

He paused, then added, a hint of nervousness in his voice that he himself didn't realize: "I have never had any involvement with these women."

Shen Qingyao buried herself in his arms, her nose brushing against his neatly pressed shirt. The warm liquid soaked the cool fabric and burned into Meng Jiangyu's heart.

She saw and remembered Meng Jiangyu's care and affection for her.

It wasn't that she didn't trust him, but that deep-seated unease would always surface unexpectedly, making her anxious and flustered.

Meng Jiangyu felt the person in his arms trembling slightly, and his heart clenched instantly, aching terribly.

He raised his hand and gently patted her back, his movements a little clumsy, but full of patience and tenderness.

"Baby, don't cry." He coaxed softly, his voice full of tenderness. "It's my fault, I didn't explain it to you clearly."

The people in the private room looked at each other in disbelief at what they saw.

Who would have thought that Mr. Meng, who is decisive and cold as ice on the outside, would also have such a gentle and tender side?

Zhou Yanqiu breathed a sigh of relief, gave Li Wanqi a fierce look, and lowered her voice, saying, "Aren't you going to take your people and leave? Are you going to stay here and be a third wheel, getting in Miss Shen's way?"

Li Wanqi dared not linger any longer and quickly signaled to the group of beauties to slink away from this troublesome place.

The men who had been discussing projects also made up lame excuses to leave, and the large private room instantly became empty.

Xu Mingxuan tactfully closed the door, and also pulled Zhou Yanqiu, who still wanted to watch the excitement, out as well. He thoughtfully closed the door behind him, shutting out all the noise.

Only the two of them remained in the private room.

Shen Qingyao cried for a long time before gradually calming down.

She looked up, her eyes red-rimmed, like a little rabbit who had suffered a great injustice, making her look pitiful.

Meng Jiangyu looked at her, reached out and wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes. His fingertips were slightly cool, and his movements were incredibly gentle.

He carefully picked up Shen Qingyao and placed her on the soft sofa. He knelt down in front of her, holding her hands tightly, the warmth of his palms soothing the coldness of hers.

"Still angry?"

Shen Qingyao turned her head away, her cheeks slightly puffed out, and muttered softly, "Who told you to lie to me?"

Meng Jiangyu lowered his head and placed a gentle kiss on her smooth forehead, a gesture meant to soothe her.

"There won't be a next time," he solemnly promised, looking intently at her. "From now on, I'll report to you wherever I go and whatever I do, okay?"

Shen Qingyao looked up at him, her eyes still glistening with moisture, like stars veiled in a thin mist.

The night outside the window was deep, with neon lights flashing. The two people in the private room were reflected through the one-way glass, and the noise and disturbance were shut out from outside the door.

Shen Qingyao's eyelashes were still wet, curled and glistening with tiny drops of water, and she turned her head away from him.

Seeing her like this, Meng Jiangyu felt extremely sorry for her, but he couldn't help but want to laugh.

He reached out and pinched her flushed cheek, his fingertips caressing her delicate skin. His voice was low and magnetic, like the last notes of a cello, tinged with a hint of helplessness: "You're so temperamental. You haven't even heard an explanation before you've reacted so strongly."

Shen Qingyao snorted, but couldn't help snuggling closer to him, her nose brushing against the faint scent of cedar on his shirt, her voice soft and sweet: "Who told you to lie to me!"

"Baby, are you a broken record?" Shen Qingyao ignored him.

"It's all my fault." Meng Jiangyu pulled her into his arms, gently smoothing her wind-blown hair with his fingertips, and explained in a low voice, "It was originally just a regular dinner party, but afterwards Li Wanqi said he wanted to introduce some business partners. I thought it was just a simple meeting, but I didn't expect him to pull all these fancy stunts."

He paused, a hint of regret in his voice: "I didn't tell you beforehand because I was afraid you'd worry."

Shen Qingyao was silent for a moment, then clutched the hem of his shirt, her voice muffled: "I'm not saying you can't socialize, I just..."

She was just afraid that he would gradually get used to this life of pleasure and debauchery, like others, and gradually forget her.

How could Meng Jiangyu not understand her concerns and worries?

He lowered his head and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, the force of which carried an undeniable solemnity: "Yaoyao, you will always be number one in my heart. These other women are no match for me, much less for me."

His voice was soft, yet it was like a pebble that rippled across Shen Qingyao's heart.

The unease that lingered in my heart seemed to be soothed away little by little by this gentle force, disappearing without a trace.

She looked up and met his deep eyes.

Those eyes, which were always covered with a thin layer of ice, were now filled with her image, shining brightly and so tenderly that they could drown you.

Shen Qingyao, as if possessed, lightly pecked his well-defined chin.

The soft touch was fleeting. Meng Jiangyu was taken aback for a moment, then chuckled softly. The vibration in his chest came through the skin that was pressed together, carrying a burning heat.

He held her waist, leaned down, and precisely captured her lips.

This kiss wasn't as forceful and possessive as before; instead, it was gentle and tender, filled with comfort and affection, falling softly and gently on her lips.

The neon lights outside the window cast dappled shadows on the two people through the one-way glass.

The music in the private room was still playing softly, mixed with a faint smell of alcohol, yet it inexplicably created a somewhat lingering and ambiguous atmosphere.

After an unknown amount of time, Meng Jiangyu slowly released her.

Seeing her flushed cheeks and moist lips, his eyes darkened. He gently traced her lower lip with his fingertips, his voice hoarse: "Shall we go home?"

Shen Qingyao nodded, her cheeks burning hot, and buried herself in his arms, refusing to look up.

Meng Jiangyu chuckled, ruffled her hair, stood up and took her hand, palms touching, feeling warm and at ease.

When the door was opened, Zhou Yanqiu and Xu Mingxuan were peeking through the crack in the door. Caught off guard, they were somewhat at a loss.

"Um... we were just passing by." Zhou Yanqiu coughed twice, his eyes darting around, avoiding Meng Jiangyu's gaze.

Xu Mingxuan went even further, raising his hands in surrender with a look of desperate pleading: "Fifth Brother, I didn't hear anything, I didn't see anything!"

Meng Jiangyu glanced at them, said nothing, and simply took Shen Qingyao's hand and walked out with steady steps.

When she reached the top of the stairs, Shen Qingyao couldn't help but look back.

Zhou Yanqiu was winking at her, while Xu Mingxuan secretly gave a thumbs-up, her eyes clearly saying, "You've got Meng Jiangyu wrapped around your little finger."

She couldn't help but smile, the corners of her mouth curving like a crescent moon, and the gloom in her eyes completely dissipated.

Meng Jiangyu noticed her smile and turned to look at her: "What are you laughing at?"

"It's nothing." Shen Qingyao shook her head, then took his hand in her own, their fingers intertwined, their palms pressed tightly together.

The night breeze was cool, lifting the ends of her hair.

Meng Jiangyu stopped, draped his coat over Shen Qingyao's shoulders, adjusted her collar, and looked down at her with unwavering tenderness in his eyes.

"From now on, don't let your mind wander. If anything happens, come ask me first and let me explain, okay?"

"Okay." Shen Qingyao looked up at him with her eyes crinkling, her voice clear and crisp.

The moonlight fell on their intertwined figures. The long street was quiet, and their love surged, crushing all their unease and gloom into the gentle night.