The Cinnabar Mole of a Beijing Circle Tycoon

A few rays of light, filtered white by the snow, pierced through the gaps in the curtains, falling on Meng Jiangyu's hard-edged profile and softening his features.

He stretched out his long arm and pulled Shen Qingyao into his embrace, his palm pressed against the soft flesh of her lower back, the force neither too light nor too heavy, carrying an inescapable possessiveness.

Shen Qingyao's nose brushed against the collar of his bathrobe, the scent of cedar wafting into her nostrils, making her eyelids grow heavier.

The snowflakes outside the window tapped softly against the glass, like a gentle lullaby.

She snuggled closer to him, her hair brushing against his chin, causing his Adam's apple to bob slightly.

Meng Jiangyu lowered his head, his gaze falling on her reddened earlobe, his fingertips unconsciously stroking it, his voice low and husky: "Sleep, the snow will stop when you wake up."

Shen Qingyao hummed in response, her consciousness gradually fading away.

The person in his arms was as soft and warm as a cloud. Meng Jiangyu lowered his eyes, tightened his arms, and held her even tighter in his embrace. Listening to her even breathing, accompanied by the wind and snow outside the window, they fell asleep together.

Shen Qingyao was awakened by the heat. As her consciousness returned, her fingertips were still pressed against Meng Jiangyu's warm chest. Through a thin layer of cotton, she could clearly feel his steady and powerful heartbeat.

She moved her fingertips, turned around and broke free from his embrace, but was pulled back in just a few seconds after she had cooled off.

Shen Qingyao gave up and resigned herself to her fate, continuing to sleep. When she woke up again, it was already evening.

Shen Qingyao wriggled to get her phone. Meng Jiangyu's voice was still hoarse from just waking up, the last syllable trailing off lazily: "Awake?"

He didn't open his eyes, his brows were slightly furrowed, and his jawline was taut.

"Mmm!" Shen Qingyao's back was pressed firmly against his burning chest.

"Lie down a little longer." His chin rested on the top of her head, his breath carrying the crisp scent of mint mixed with a faint smell of cedar. "The snow hasn't stopped yet."

The snowflakes outside the window were still falling softly.

Shen Qingyao was held in his arms, and she could feel his palm against her waist, his fingertips unconsciously drawing circles, which made her feel a slight itch all over her body.

She turned her head and met his suddenly opened dark eyes. Those eyes, which were always filled with coldness, were now bathed in the morning light and the color of snow, and were incredibly gentle.

"Meng Jiangyu..." she called softly, her voice gentle.

He chuckled softly, his Adam's apple bobbing, his warm breath brushing against her earlobe: "Hmm?"

Shen Qingyao didn't say anything, but snuggled closer to him, buried her face in his neck, and let him hold her. Listening to the sound of wind and snow outside the window, her heart melted completely.

"Ayu, what did you talk about with Lu Linchuan yesterday?"

"I told him, 'Things have come to this, we can only move forward!'" Meng Jiangyu's phone rang. He picked it up. "He's a smart man."

Meng Jiangyu answered the phone and greeted him in English with a very pleasant British accent.

Shen Qingyao listened to Meng Jiangyu's voice and looked at the snowflakes outside the window that were gradually decreasing in size.

A moment later, Meng Jiangyu hung up the phone. "What are you thinking about!"

"How are things going with Sister Fang and Cheng Qidong?"

"If we're meant to be, we'll naturally be together!" Meng Jiangyu got up to pour water. "The fact that she hasn't updated you on her recent activities means she still has reservations."

"Why are you thinking so much at such a young age?" Meng Jiangyu handed Shen Qingyao a water glass. "Allow everything to happen, allow regrets in life, allow the unpredictability of the world!"

"Also, allow yourself to be imperfect, and allow everything to flow freely." Shen Qingyao took the water glass and drank.

"You've read Mo Yan's books at such a young age!" Meng Jiangyu was somewhat shocked.

"I haven't seen it, but I've heard the lectures!" Shen Qingyao smiled slyly.

Shen Qingyao looked out the window. "Ayu, the snow has stopped!"

"Hmm!" Meng Jiangyu, wearing a bathrobe and holding a water glass, stood by the window, and Shen Qingyao was stunned.

Meng Jiangyu turned to look at the girl who was lost in thought. "Baby, you're spacing out again!"

"I can't help it, Mr. Meng is so handsome!" Shen Qingyao teased. "I want to build a snowman!"

"Okay, I'll go with you to the balcony to build a snowman!" Meng Jiangyu turned around and went to the dressing room to get a thick down jacket. When he came back, he saw Shen Qingyao curled up in bed, propping her head up and looking at the snow outside the window. The morning light fell on the ends of her hair, creating a fuzzy golden edge.

"Honey, wake up!" Meng Jiangyu walked over with an inner layer and a coat.

Before leaving, Meng Jiangyu wrapped a thick scarf around Shen Qingyao's neck and put on a hat and gloves.

The two walked onto the balcony in thick fleece shoes. The snow was already half a foot deep, and it crunched underfoot.

Meng Jiangyu's eyes and brows showed a rare touch of human warmth as he watched Shen Qingyao squatting in the snow, making snowballs with her bare hands, her nose red from the cold, her gloves tossed aside.

"Give me your hand." He walked over, took her icy fingertips without a word, and breathed warm air into her palm. "You dare touch the snow without gloves?"

"Wearing gloves is inconvenient!" Shen Qingyao tried to pull her hand away, but he gripped it even tighter, so she could only look up and smile at him.

"Either wear gloves, or go back. You choose?" Meng Jiangyu looked at Shen Qingyao with a serious expression.

Shen Qingyao pouted. "Wear gloves! Wear gloves, okay?"

"Okay!" Meng Jiangyu bent down, his palm forming a large, firm snowball. "I'll help you!"

"Alright!" Shen Qingyao decided to stop while she was ahead.

Meng Jiangyu deftly piled up the snow, his movements swift and decisive, and soon the basic shape of a snowman was formed.

Shen Qingyao ran over carrying the twigs she had gathered, exclaiming, "Wow, what an adorable little snowman!"

Meng Jiangyu reached out to brush the snowflakes from her hair, his fingertips brushing against her cheek with a slightly cool touch. "Clumsy."

Shen Qingyao pinned a pine needle to the snowman's head, then turned and bumped into Meng Jiangyu's smiling eyes.

Meng Jiangyu leaned down and pecked her lips, the sound carrying the crispness of snow and the warmth of his palm: "You're cuter than a snowman."

"You mean I'm not pretty?" Shen Qingyao glared at Meng Jiangyu.

"No!" Meng Jiangyu chuckled softly, "My darling, you're stunningly beautiful! Adorable and gorgeous!"

"That's more like it!" Shen Qingyao looked at the snowman, but something felt off.

Shen Qingyao had a sudden inspiration and put her own hat and scarf on the snowman. "Finally, it looks normal!"

"Something's not right with you!" Meng Jiangyu said helplessly, taking off his scarf and wrapping it around Shen Qingyao's neck. "Aren't you cold?"

"Take a picture of me, to record this!" Shen Qingyao stood next to the snowman.

"Okay!" Meng Jiangyu took out his phone from his pocket and took a picture.

Before they knew it, the once empty photo album was now filled with images of Shen Qingyao.

Su Wan looked at the scene on the balcony below from her upstairs balcony and felt very envious.

She glanced at Lu Linchuan, who was busy with his work, and believed that one day she would have such love.