The Cinnabar Mole of a Beijing Circle Tycoon

Meng Jiangyu smiled and pointed to the gift box next to him, "One gift every year from age one to nineteen, it's not late."

"So many gifts!" Shen Qingyao was pleasantly surprised.

Meng Jiangyu picked up the top box. "Open this one first. It's my 19th birthday present."

As Shen Qingyao unwrapped the exquisite outer packaging, tears streamed down her face.

Meng Jiangyu continued to record with his camera, capturing the girl in the lens with tears of joy streaming down her face.

She opened the gift box, inside which was a white square velvet box containing a full diamond crown. The crown featured teardrop-shaped pink diamonds set at the top of a circle of white diamonds, and the inside was engraved with the initials of her name, SQY.

Meng Jiangyu picked up the crown and placed it on her head, his gaze solemn yet gentle: "My princess, happy 19th birthday."

Shen Qingyao hugged him, buried her face in the crook of his neck, and said in a muffled voice, but with immense joy, "Meng Jiangyu, I like you so much."

The man reached out and hugged her back, gently patting her back with his palm, his voice deep and tender: "Me too."

The neon lights outside the window were still dazzling, and the room was filled with the scent of cream mixed with a romantic light purple hue, even the air was filled with a sweet aroma.

Meng Jiangyu pulled her into his arms and kissed her.

This kiss was no longer the restrained tenderness on the deck; it carried an irresistible force, yet was wrapped in an intense, unyielding gentleness.

His palms gripped the back of her neck, his strength steady, his fingertips caressing her delicate skin, stealing her breath.

Shen Qingyao tiptoed, wrapped her arms around his neck, and pressed her soft body against his chest, letting him do whatever he wanted.

Between their intertwined lips and teeth, there was their rapid breathing, the booming of their resonant heartbeats, and even the air itself seemed to tremble with heat.

Meng Jiangyu stepped back slightly, his forehead pressed against hers, his eyes deep and dark, his voice hoarse: "Let's go to the room."

"The cake hasn't been cut yet!"

"Okay, I'll cut the cake with you!" Meng Jiangyu's arms didn't loosen, still tightly encircling her waist, his fingertips subtly caressing the delicate skin on her side.

He appeared calm on the surface, with relaxed brows, but there was an undercurrent of barely suppressed emotion hidden in his eyes, and even his breathing was heavier than usual.

Shen Qingyao was held in his arms, her fingertips pinching the handle of a silver dinner knife, the blade slicing through the cream.

She turned her head to look at him, meeting his unfathomable eyes. She lingered deliberately, then couldn't help but chuckle, "Ah Yu, look, there are blueberries in here!"

Meng Jiangyu gave a low "hmm," his gaze falling on her fingertips stained with cream. His Adam's apple bobbed, but his voice betrayed no emotion.

Just as she finished speaking, Shen Qingyao had finished cutting the first piece and was preparing to cut the second.

Watching her leisurely movements, Meng Jiangyu simply took a spoonful of cream and said, "The cake is cut now, let's go back to the room."

"I still..." Meng Jiangyu leaned down and pressed his warm lips directly against his.

This kiss was more urgent than before, carrying the sweetness of cream and the crisp scent of cedar on his body, forcefully and tenderly prying open her teeth.

His hand gripped the back of her head, the pressure greater than before, as if he wanted to meld her into his very bones, the restraint in his eyes transforming into a burning possessiveness.

The knife in Shen Qingyao's hand clattered into the plate, and she went limp in his arms.

Before she could answer, he bent down and scooped her up in his arms. "Baby, I can't wait any longer!"

Shen Qingyao gasped and instinctively hugged his neck tightly, pressing her cheek against his warm chest, where she could clearly hear his strong heartbeat.

The bedroom door was kicked open, and the coolness of the evening breeze was instantly swallowed up by the warmth inside.

He gently placed her on the soft bed, leaned over and covered her with kisses, showering her from her eyebrows to her lips and then to her neck.

The distance between them gradually disappeared, "Hmm..."

His fingertips brushed across her hair and around her waist, conveying an undeniable sense of control, yet also revealing a careful and tender affection.

"Honey, this has happened so many times, why are you still so sensitive!"

Neon lights outside the window shone through the sheer curtains, casting dappled shadows on the floor, while the sounds of breathing gradually mingled together in the room.

"Ouch...no..."

"Too fast, slow down!"

The moonlight quietly climbed up the windowpane, stretching their embracing figures long and thin, a pale purple romance that permeated the entire long night.

"Let's do it one more time..."

...

The morning light filtered through the sheer curtains, casting dappled shadows on the carpet, softer and warmer than the previous day's golden light.

Shen Qingyao was awakened by the even breathing beside her. She moved her fingertips and touched a warm skin, belatedly recalling the tenderness of last night.

She turned slightly to the side, her nose almost brushing against Meng Jiangyu's chin, her gaze falling on his sharply defined profile.

His usually tense brows were relaxed, his long eyelashes drooped, and he looked less sharp in the business world and more gentle.

She couldn't help but reach out and gently trace her fingertips across his eyebrows and eyes, her movements so light as if afraid of disturbing this rare tranquility.

Just as I touched the corner of his eye, my wrist was gently grasped.

Meng Jiangyu had woken up at some point, his eyes still heavy with the drowsiness of someone just waking up, yet as dark as ink soaked in water.

He rolled over and pulled her into his arms, his voice hoarse and languid with the languor of early morning: "You're restless once you're awake."

His breath brushed against her ear, carrying a faint scent of shower gel. Shen Qingyao's cheeks instantly flushed, and she snuggled closer to him, her voice as soft as cotton: "You were the one who woke up first."

"Hmm, you woke me up." Meng Jiangyu chuckled softly, lowered his head and planted a kiss on the top of her head, gently stroking her back with his palm. "Want to sleep a little longer?"

Shen Qingyao shook her head, nuzzling her nose against his chest, her eyes brightening: "My other eighteen gifts are still lying in the living room, I'm going to go open them."

Meng Jiangyu chuckled and pinched her cheek: "Little money-grubber."

"I'll go get it for you," he said, getting up to fetch the gift box from the living room.

The footsteps fell softly on the carpet, and after a short while, he came in carrying a huge velvet tote bag, the opening of which was open, revealing neatly stacked boxes inside.

Meng Jiangyu placed the bag on the bedside, casually tugged at the loose collar of his bathrobe, lay back down on the bed, propped his head up with his elbow, picked up his camera and started filming a video, his gaze gently falling on Shen Qingyao.

Shen Qingyao couldn't wait any longer. She sat up in her bathrobe, got out of bed, and unwrapped the gifts.

Seeing that Shen Qingyao sat directly on the ground, Meng Jiangyu casually placed a pillow under her.

She lifted the gilded box lid, revealing a small gilded longevity lock inside, its surface engraved with soft little pig patterns.

She gently traced the patterns on the lock with her fingertips, her eyes crinkling into crescents, and she murmured softly, "This little pig is so cute."

She was so focused on taking things apart that she didn't even notice the stray hairs falling down her temples. She was busy placing the little trinkets she had taken apart one by one on her lap, like a little squirrel guarding a treasure, her eyes full of joy.

Looking at her greedy expression, Meng Jiangyu couldn't hide the smile on his lips. His deep laughter, husky with the sound of early morning, filled the quiet room: "You like it that much?"

Shen Qingyao didn't even look up, continuing to unpack the gift: "Of course I like it! You gave it to me!"

Meng Jiangyu chuckled, reaching out to brush away the stray hairs that fell beside her cheek, his fingertips brushing against her flushed earlobe, his tone full of doting: "Little money-grubber."

A gold lock for a one-year-old, a gold bracelet for a two-year-old, a gold bowl for a three-year-old, a gold book for a four-year-old… Every gift is appropriate for the age.

"Why is it all gold?" Shen Qingyao asked, puzzled.

"Gold is a safe-haven asset, and it's also a hard currency that's easily liquidated!"

"You're quite the businessman, aren't you? This gift suits you perfectly!"

Shen Qingyao placed the boxes one by one on the bench at the foot of the bed, climbed onto the bed, and exclaimed, "My safe is already overflowing!"

"I'll buy you another safe in the room, just to store your little jewelry!" Shen Qingyao naturally nestled into Meng Jiangyu's arms.

The birdsong outside the window was crisp and melodious, and the sunlight gradually seeped into the room, landing on their clasped hands, spreading throughout the gentle morning.