The Cinnabar Mole of a Beijing Circle Tycoon

"Remember, if you lose your balance and feel like you're going to fall, never use your hands to brace yourself, it's easy to break a bone," Meng Jiangyu instructed, reaching out to support her waist and helping her adjust her posture. "Land on your buttocks or back, you're wearing protective gear, it won't hurt."

But when her feet were secured to the snowboard, Shen Qingyao couldn't help but fall. Her two feet seemed to be struggling against each other, making her dizzy and disoriented. Fortunately, she had protective gear to help her.

Meng Jiangyu simply moved closer from behind, his palm firmly resting on her waist, his strength steady yet giving her a reassuring sense of control.

He lowered his head, his warm breath brushing against her earlobe, his voice low, magnetic, and clear: "Lower your center of gravity, bend your knees slightly, and follow my strength."

Shen Qingyao fell countless times but still couldn't learn it. In the end, she almost didn't have the strength to even lift her hand, and she couldn't help but feel a little frustrated.

Her eyes lit up, she loosened her grip on the restraints, and hugged Meng Jiangyu's leg: "Coach Meng, will you teach me to skate once?"

"Okay! Put on your goggles." Meng Jiangyu chuckled, feeling both helpless and indulgent, as he led her down the slope.

The wind whistled past her ears, and snowflakes splashed on her face. Shen Qingyao couldn't help but cheer, "Whoosh! So fast!"

Before Shen Qingyao's cheers had even subsided, Meng Jiangyu had already slid her down the slope.

She reluctantly let go, her cheeks flushed from the wind, and looked up at him: "I want more! One more time! Hold me!"

Meng Jiangyu chuckled softly, his fingertips gently stroking her reddened nose, his eyes overflowing with doting affection: "So addicted?"

"Mmm, mmm, mmm!" Shen Qingyao's eyes sparkled. "It feels so good!"

Meng Jiangyu whispered in her ear, "Will there ever be a time when I *do* you?"

Shen Qingyao patted his arm shyly, "What did you say?"

Back at the top of the hill, Meng Jiangyu picked up Shen Qingyao like he was carrying a child, and Shen Qingyao naturally wrapped her legs around his waist.

"Are you ready?" he asked, looking down.

"Go!" Shen Qingyao raised one hand and hugged his neck tightly with the other.

Meng Jiangyu chuckled and slid down with her.

This time he deliberately slowed down, the wind whipping snowflakes across his hair.

"Wuhu~"

"Meng Jiangyu," she called his name, her voice soft, "so fast."

Down the slope, Shen Qingyao gripped his arm and shook it, her eyes curving into a charming smile: "I want to slide again! This time I want a princess carry!"

Meng Jiangyu raised an eyebrow, teasing her deliberately, "Princess carry is slippery? Shen, you have quite a few requirements!"

"Yes!" Shen Qingyao pulled Meng Jiangyu's hand to take the cable car, and Meng Jiangyu followed with his skateboard.

The two returned to the slope, and Meng Jiangyu steadily picked her up horizontally. Shen Qingyao immediately wrapped her arms around his neck, pressed her cheek against his shoulder, and smelled the crisp cedar scent emanating from him.

Meng Jiangyu adjusted to a more comfortable position, allowing her to lean more comfortably in his arms.

"Hold on tight," he said with a low laugh, his snowboard firmly planted on the snow.

As soon as he finished speaking, Meng Jiangyu slid down with her.

A gust of wind rushed towards her face, and Shen Qingyao couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, enveloped by this extreme stimulation and sense of security.

He skated steadily and quickly, and the person in his arms was as light as a cloud.

At the bottom of the slope, Meng Jiangyu looked down at the person in his arms: "Are you satisfied with this princess carry and gliding?"

"Satisfied, extremely satisfied!"

-

The afternoon sun streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, bathing the bedroom, which was covered with a cashmere carpet, in a warm, golden glow.

After dinner, Shen Qingyao and Meng Jiangyu returned to their room. "Honey, I have a gathering this afternoon, as is the usual one, with our European partners."

"Okay, go ahead, I'll wait for you at home." Shen Qingyao kicked off her boots. "Skiing is too tiring, I'm going to sleep in my room this afternoon!"

The two went to the dressing room together to change clothes. "I estimate I won't be back until very late tonight!"

"Mmm, I'll be good!" Shen Qingyao took off her Loro Piana sweater, changed into her silk pajamas, and then collapsed into the soft bed, where the fluffy Icelandic goose down comforter carried a faint scent of cedar.

That was Meng Jiangyu's usual scent, crisp yet with a hint of aggression, just like him.

Her fingertips felt heavy from exhaustion, and the tension she had felt while skiing finally eased, causing her consciousness to gradually fade.

In her hazy state, she seemed to hear the door to the walk-in closet being gently pushed open, and footsteps stopping beside the bed.

The next second, Meng Jiangyu's fingertips brushed against the stray hairs on her forehead, the movement as light as a feather.

Shen Qingyao's eyelashes trembled, she didn't open her eyes, but the corners of her mouth unconsciously curved up.

Meng Jiangyu stood by the bed, looking at her. "Baby, call me if anything happens!"

The girl's cheeks were flushed from exercise, her breathing was even and deep, and her brows were slightly furrowed as she slept.

He leaned down, his fingertips gently caressing her flushed cheekbones, the coldness in his eyes replaced by a faint tenderness.

His phone vibrated in his pocket; it was a message from Jason reminding him that the party was about to start.

Meng Jiangyu withdrew his hand, tucked the fallen corner of the blanket around her, and bent down to pick up the dolls that had been scattered on the carpet.

He turned and left, his footsteps extremely light.

-

A dazzling crystal chandelier hangs from the castle's dome, its warm yellow light spilling over the gilded tableware and velvet tablecloths. The air is filled with the rich aroma of red wine, mixed with the crisp scent of burning pine in the fireplace.

Meng Jiangyu, dressed in a sharp black suit, stood by the carved pillar with one hand in his pocket, listening to Aite, one of the heirs of the Mums family, speak eloquently beside him.

"Mr. Meng, our new energy layout in Northern Europe is already taking shape. If we can join forces with the Meng family, we will definitely be able to..." The man spoke rapidly, his eyes brimming with ambition.

Meng Jiangyu lifted his eyelids slightly, his fingertips casually stroking the cool glass, the scarlet liquid rippled.

He didn't reply, his gaze passing over the elegantly dressed crowd and landing on the snowy night outside the window.

After a long silence, he parted his thin lips slightly, his voice low and husky, carrying an undeniable air of authority: "Mr. Aite, I'm very satisfied with the price your brother Kate offered me. My cooperation with him has always been pleasant; you need to give me a reason to abandon him and choose you."

Aite's face turned deathly pale instantly, his Adam's apple bobbing twice. "I...!"

A thousand words were stuck in his throat, and he couldn't utter a single one.

Meng Jiangyu glanced at his watch; the hands of the gilded dial moved silently, indicating that he had lost patience.

"If you want to gain a foothold in the family and compete for the right of succession, then don't be so sentimental." He said in a flat tone, revealing no emotion.

Handing the half-empty wine glass to Jason behind him, Meng Jiangyu straightened his tie, his well-defined fingers tracing the lines of the silk tie, his tone as indifferent as ice: "I will be in Switzerland for the next week. If you can come up with a satisfactory answer within that week, you can come and talk to me anytime."

Without waiting for a response from Aite, he turned and walked towards the sofa area not far away.

Upon seeing this, a group of blond-haired, blue-eyed foreigners immediately stood up and greeted them with smiles.

"Mr. Meng, it's been a long time!"

"haven't seen you for a long time!"

At the same time, the cold wind outside the window, carrying fine snowflakes, pounded against the French windows, making a rustling sound.

With a polite smile, Meng Jiangyu dealt with the European rich kids who surrounded him with ease, but there was no warmth in his deep black eyes.

Seeing this, people gathered around, and the conversation ranged from new energy sources to art investment, and then to the thoroughbred horses that had just been introduced to the horse farm.

Meng Jiangyu handled the situation with ease.

"Meng, I heard you brought a woman with you this time!" A handsome man with blue eyes looked at Meng Jiangyu.

Meng Jiangyu paused slightly in the hand holding the wine glass, a fleeting, almost imperceptible tenderness flashing across his eyes before being quickly covered by his usual indifference.

He swirled the wine in his glass slightly: "Yes, she's my girlfriend."

"Oh, congratulations! You've finally found your happiness!"

"Thanks!"

"I'm curious how you two met?"

"It's fate!" Meng Jiangyu raised his glass. "Cheers!"