The Cinnabar Mole of a Beijing Circle Tycoon

The night was as dark as ink, and fine snowflakes drifted outside the window, landing on the French windows and spreading out in a hazy white pattern.

The velvet sofa in front of the floor-to-ceiling window was large and soft. Meng Jiangyu leaned back in the chair, while Shen Qingyao nestled in his arms, her head resting on his shoulder, covered with a cashmere blanket.

The warm yellow floor lamp cast a soft glow on the two figures, while the snowlight streaming in from the window cast a gentle glow on Meng Jiangyu's hard-edged profile.

Listening to the soft sound of snowflakes falling outside the window, Shen Qingyao asked in a gentle voice, "Ayu, what would you have done if I hadn't pleaded for you today?"

Meng Jiangyu lowered his eyes, his gaze falling on the soft whorl of her hair. His fingertips casually combed through her long hair, his fingertips brushing against her delicate earlobe.

"Just eliminate them." His voice was calm and expressionless. "There are plenty of people who want to rise to power."

The few words, spoken lightly, fell into the silent night, carrying a chill that made Shen Qingyao's heart tremble slightly.

"Why?" She looked up at him, meeting his deep eyes, where the coldness towards others and the tenderness towards her were clearly distinct.

"William is a local bully," Shen Qingyao curled up closer to him, her voice warm, "Aren't you afraid he'll hold a grudge?"

Meng Jiangyu chuckled softly, the vibration of his chest transmitted through their pressed skin, carrying a warm force. "Hold a grudge? He doesn't have the guts."

He lowered his head, his lips brushing against her forehead, his tone languid yet domineering: "He doesn't rule his subordinates by speaking out; naturally, he must let someone capable of accurately judging the winds of change rise to power!"

"So this is what you mean by capable corrupt officials and incompetent corrupt officials, right?"

"So smart!" Meng Jiangyu exclaimed, somewhat surprised. "You've even learned to apply what you've learned to other situations!"

"The teacher teaches well!"

He gently pinched her cheek with his fingertips, the smile in his eyes deepening: "However,"

His voice deepened, carrying a hint of tenderness, "Once you speak, things will be different."

"What's different?" Shen Qingyao blinked, her eyelashes brushing against his palm, making it tickle.

Meng Jiangyu leaned down, his lips pressed against the corner of hers, his breath hot, his voice so low that only the two of them could hear: "My little girl is soft-hearted, so naturally I will go along with you."

"I also hope that one day in the future, if you encounter danger and I am unable to arrive in time, you will also meet a kind-hearted god!" Meng Jiangyu's voice trembled slightly.

"Consider it a good deed for you!"

The snow outside the window was falling heavier and heavier, pattering against the glass.

Shen Qingyao nestled in his arms, listening to his steady heartbeat, the crisp scent of cedar lingering around her nose; at that moment, she felt very comfortable.

She turned around, wrapped her arms around his waist, buried her face in the crook of his neck, and said in a muffled voice, "Don't be so fierce in the future, I'll worry about you."

"Fine!" However, the cold sternness of a superior in Meng Jiangyu's eyes never faded.

He could temper his sharpness for her sake, but he would never allow anyone other than her to take advantage of him.

One day, she will realize that not everyone deserves kindness and forgiveness.

"Let's go to Mount Putuo after we return to China!" Shen Qingyao touched the white jade amulet around her neck. "I pray to all the gods and Buddhas to bless you with peace and health!"

Meng Jiangyu raised his hand and gently ruffled her hair, his fingertips running through her strands with an incredibly gentle touch: "Okay, whatever you say."

The interplay of snowflakes and lamplight enveloped the two embracing figures in a tranquil and tender embrace.

The world outside the window is covered in silver, while the time inside is as warm as spring.

-

The wind at the ski resort swirled up fine snowflakes, which felt refreshingly cool on people's faces.

The clear blue sky was cloudless, and the sunlight shone on the snow-covered slopes, so bright it was hard to open one's eyes—perfect weather for skiing.

After having breakfast, the group headed straight for the ski resort in high spirits.

Meng Jiangyu had his staff deliver the equipment to the rest area in advance; it was all professional skateboards.

Shen Qingyao's outfit was her favorite light pink, both gentle and eye-catching.

Everyone went into the changing room as if they knew the way well and changed into their own professional ski suits.

Besides Shen Qingyao, Lu Linchuan, Su Wan and the others were all experienced skiers. After changing their clothes, they couldn't wait to warm up on the intermediate slope and then rush to the advanced slope to have some fun.

Shen Qingyao straightened her pink ski suit in front of the mirror. This was the first time she had worn a ski suit. She walked out with a slightly reserved air and saw Meng Jiangyu talking on the phone by the window.

He was dressed in a pure black ski suit, which accentuated his tall and straight figure. His usual composure and maturity were washed away, revealing a touch of unrestrained youthful spirit, which made Shen Qingyao's heart flutter slightly.

Meng Jiangyu looked up and saw her, ended the call, and walked over.

"Shen Qingyao," his gaze fell on her, filled with undisguised amazement, "you are beautiful, this dress suits you perfectly."

Shen Qingyao's restraint disappeared. She looked up at him and smiled with her eyes crinkling: "You're handsome too, quite different from usual."

She looked around the empty rest area: "Where are they?"

Meng Jiangyu reached out and pulled her to sit down, his tone gentle: "They went straight to the ski slopes. Today, I'll be your personal instructor."

"Received, Coach Meng!" Shen Qingyao raised her hand and gave a crooked salute, looking charming and cute.

Meng Jiangyu chuckled softly: "Double skis are too fast, and beginners are prone to losing control. Snowboarding is more stable and suits you better."

"I'll listen to the coach!" Shen Qingyao nodded obediently.

Meng Jiangyu knelt down to help her put on her snowshoes, his fingertips inadvertently brushing against the delicate skin of her ankles. He looked up and asked, "Are they tight?"

"A little," Shen Qingyao replied softly.

"That's normal. Snow boots need to fit the shape of your feet so you can put on your weight properly," Meng Jiangyu said, patiently helping her put on her knee pads and hip pads, and finally fastening her helmet and goggles. His movements were meticulous and appropriate.

He straightened up and patted her on the shoulder: "Everything's ready, let's go."

The two carried their snowboards toward the beginner slope. Shen Qingyao noticed that her name was engraved on the snowboard in a subtle yet exquisite black, and the handwriting was clearly Meng Jiangyu's.

The two reached the top of the beginner's path. "Let me demonstrate for you first!"

Meng Jiangyu glided off on his snowboard with a smooth and elegant gait, and the way he slid down the slope was so handsome that it was impossible to look away.

Shen Qingyao was itching to try it, and when Meng Jiangyu returned to the slope, she said confidently, "It doesn't seem too difficult."

Meng Jiangyu raised an eyebrow at her, his eyes full of doting: "So confident? Come on, show me how."

Shen Qingyao tried to imitate him, putting all her effort into sliding forward, but after struggling for a long time, she was stuck in place without moving an inch.

Meng Jiangyu stood to the side, laughing so hard his shoulders were shaking, and teased loudly, "Baby, I've seen people fall off as soon as they get started, I've seen people slip out of control, but I've never seen anyone welded to the spot."

"Don't laugh!" Shen Qingyao glared at him. "Stop laughing!"

"Okay, okay, I won't laugh anymore." Meng Jiangyu forced a laugh as he walked over, took her wrist, and patiently guided her, "Let's take it one step at a time. First, we'll identify our supporting leg, practice gliding on one leg, and then learn to use both legs. You can't rush things."

Shen Qingyao nodded obediently and followed his rhythm.

Meng Jiangyu taught meticulously, correcting even the correct way to shift one's weight and the degree to which one's knees were bent.

Before long, she had mastered the skill of gliding on one foot.