The Cinnabar Mole of a Beijing Circle Tycoon

The night was like a silk cloth soaked in thick ink, completely enveloping the neon-lit streets.

The black Bentley glided smoothly through the traffic, the driver keeping his eyes on the road ahead and controlling the speed just right.

Meng Jiangyu sat beside her, his elbow resting on the car window, his long, slender fingers casually resting on his knee, his gaze fixed on her profile: "Baby, what brings you to a sexy night?"

Shen Qingyao was texting Lu Ying, "Yingying, I'm going back now. Could you bring my clothes and bag back for me later?"

Shen Qingyao answered Meng Jiangyu casually, "I went with Lu Ying!"

"Why did you come to a place like this with Lu Ying?" he asked curiously. "Aren't you the one who hates noisy and chaotic places the most?"

"I'm just curious about what her nightlife is like," she said softly, with a hint of alcohol in her voice. "I had a really good cocktail."

Meng Jiangyu's Adam's apple bobbed. "Is it as good as what you made?"

"The flavors of each special blend are unique, and everyone has different tastes, but that bartender is definitely better than me."

Meng Jiangyu called Jason: "Jason, arrange a car to safely take Lu Ying back to her apartment."

A voice on the other end of the phone replied, "Yes, Mr. Meng." Meng Jiangyu hung up the phone, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw Shen Qingyao playing with her phone, looking like a soft, fluffy piece of candy.

His gaze darkened, and he tapped the back of the front seat, whispering to the driver, "Drive slower."

The Bentley's speed became increasingly steady, and the neon lights outside the window flowed slowly, enveloping the two people in the back seat in a quiet atmosphere.

Shen Qingyao was a little sleepy and fell asleep in Meng Jiangyu's arms.

The Bentley smoothly entered the underground parking garage, and the motion-sensor lights turned on one after another, casting two long, slender shadows on the smooth ground.

The driver respectfully opened the back door, and Meng Jiangyu got out of the car first. He went around to the other side, bent down, and carefully picked the person up horizontally.

Shen Qingyao gave a soft hum and subconsciously snuggled closer to him. Her warm breath brushed against his neck, carrying the sweet fruity scent of a specially made cocktail.

Meng Jiangyu paused, looking down at the flushed cheeks of the person in his arms. His eyes were so tender they seemed to drip with water, and he moved very lightly, as if afraid of disturbing her.

The elevator ascended silently, all the way to the top-floor apartment.

The motion-sensor light in the entryway turned on, casting a warm yellow glow over the two figures.

Meng Jiangyu carried Shen Qingyao straight into the bathroom and gently placed her on the soft cushion next to the sink.

He turned on the hot water, adjusted it to a suitable temperature, and then took out her usual shower gel. When his fingertips inadvertently touched her slightly cool skin, Shen Qingyao trembled and opened her hazy eyes.

"Don't move." Meng Jiangyu's voice was low and husky, carrying an undeniable tenderness.

The warm water washed away her fatigue as it cascaded over her skin. Shen Qingyao leaned against him, feeling incredibly safe and secure in his embrace.

After washing up, Meng Jiangyu wrapped her tightly in a bath towel, picked her up again, and slowly walked towards the bedroom.

He gently placed her on the soft bed, tucked her in, and she leaned against the pillow, breathing evenly as she fell asleep, her long eyelashes casting a small shadow under her eyes.

Meng Jiangyu stood by the bed and watched her for a long time before turning around and quietly leaving, closing the bedroom door behind him.

Only one floor lamp was on in the living room, casting a warm glow.

He casually tugged at the loosely tied towel around his body, walked to the island counter, and poured himself a glass of ice water.

The cool liquid slid down my throat, slightly suppressing the inexplicable heat in my heart.

My phone vibrated and the screen lit up. It was a message from Xu Mingxuan, with a video attached.

Meng Jiangyu raised an eyebrow and clicked.

The lighting in the video is a bit shaky, the background music is deafening, and the camera is focused on the center of the dance floor.

Shen Qingyao was swaying gently to the rhythm, with a bright smile on her face and her eyes shining like they were full of starlight. She was so lively and dazzling, a stark contrast to her peaceful sleeping appearance on the bed.

As Meng Jiangyu watched, a smile unconsciously crept onto his lips, and a low chuckle escaped his throat, tinged with a hint of doting helplessness.

This little girl has so many surprises in store for him to discover.

Meng Jiangyu locked his phone, the smile still lingering in his eyes.

He downed the glass of ice water in one gulp. The icy sensation slid down his throat, but it did not extinguish the desire that was quietly growing in his heart.

He walked quietly back to the bedroom, and when he opened the door, he could only hear the sound of even breathing flowing in the quiet room.

The warm yellow nightlight illuminated Shen Qingyao's peaceful sleeping face. She had turned over at some point, and the stray hairs on her forehead brushed against the pillow, revealing a section of her slender, fair neck.

He leaned down and gently brushed the stray hairs on her forehead with his fingertips, a movement he himself was unaware of.

"Silly girl," he murmured softly, as if afraid of disturbing the person in the dream.

As soon as she finished speaking, Shen Qingyao seemed to hear something. She murmured in her sleep, shrank deeper into the blankets, rubbed her cheek against the soft pillow, and curved her lips into a slight smile.

Meng Jiangyu chuckled and pulled the blanket up to cover her exposed collarbone.

Meng Jiangyu stood quietly by the bed for a few seconds, then tossed aside the towel, gently lifted a corner of the blanket, and lay down.

The mattress sank slightly, carrying with it his cool, aloof aura.

Shen Qingyao was fast asleep, but as if by instinct, she twitched her nose and unconsciously leaned closer to him, nuzzling her head against his shoulder. Finding a comfortable spot, she curled up into a small ball, her breathing as even as a satisfied cat.

The warmth against his neck, carrying the sweet scent of a post-shower bath, caused Meng Jiangyu's body to stiffen instantly, and even his breathing became lighter.

He raised his hand and carefully pulled her into his arms, his palm resting on her smooth back, patting her very gently, the movement carrying an unconscious sense of comfort.

The night outside the window is getting darker.

Meng Jiangyu's breathing gradually calmed down, and the heat that had been suppressed by the ice water now flared up like wildfire.

He lowered his eyes, his gaze falling on her peaceful sleeping face. Meng Jiangyu's Adam's apple bobbed violently. He leaned down, and his warm lips slowly covered hers.

The kiss was light, tentative and cautious, like a feather brushing against the heart, yet also carrying a surge of barely suppressed emotion. As it lingered, a sweet and ambiguous atmosphere filled the air.

Shen Qingyao murmured softly in her sleep, unconsciously parting her lips slightly.

Shen Qingyao's breathing gradually became erratic, the pleasant scent of cedar lingering around her nose. She raised her hand, her slender arms softly encircling his neck, burying herself even deeper into his embrace.

The night was as dark as ink, and the warm light in the bedroom cast a hazy glow.

Shen Qingyao's unconscious response was like a key, instantly unlocking the floodgates that Meng Jiangyu had been holding back for so long.

Shen Qingyao's eyelashes trembled slightly as she opened her eyes, meeting Meng Jiangyu's unfathomable gaze.

Her breath hitched, and she instinctively tried to dodge, but Meng Jiangyu gently grabbed her wrist and pressed it against the pillow.

"Meng Jiangyu, we just...did that during the day!"

"I'm physically fit, it won't affect me!"

"Are you a dog?"

"yes!"

His kiss landed, from the corner of his lips to his chin, then to the side of his neck, carrying a burning heat as it traveled downwards, gradually bridging the distance between them.

The moonlight outside the window shone through the gaps in the curtains, letting in a few slivers of ambiguous light.

The mattress gently sank in, enveloping us both, as we sank into the long night.