The Cinnabar Mole of a Beijing Circle Tycoon

Shen Qingyao was still caught up in the excitement from just now, her fingertips clutching his shirt, her fingertips unconsciously stroking the texture of the fabric.

Meng Jiangyu looked down and saw her reddened ear tips. His Adam's apple bobbed again. He loosened his grip on her wrist and instead put his arm around her waist, his palm resting against her soft side.

"Would you like to go to the terrace?"

Shen Qingyao looked up at him, the neon lights in her eyes dazzling. She nodded gently, "I want to."

Meng Jiangyu took her hand and pushed through the swaying crowd on the dance floor.

As he passed the booth, he glanced at Su Wan, who was sleeping soundly, and then at Lu Linchuan, who looked dejected.

When the terrace door was pushed open and then closed, the music inside was blocked out, and the temperature was a few degrees lower than inside.

Shen Qingyao instinctively snuggled closer to him, and Meng Jiangyu immediately took off his suit jacket and wrapped it around her, the fabric, warm from his body, instantly covering her completely.

"Are you cold?" He looked down and gently adjusted her collar with his fingertips.

Shen Qingyao shook her head and looked up.

Outside the terrace are continuous snow-capped mountains, and the moonlight falls on the snow-capped peaks, shimmering with a white glow, like scattered diamonds.

The sea of ​​snow lay slumbering peacefully at our feet.

"So this is how beautiful the snow-capped mountains look from here," she murmured in amazement.

Meng Jiangyu embraced her from behind, resting his chin on the top of her head and his chest against her back, encircling her completely in his arms.

He lowered his eyes, looking at her long eyelashes, and a smile spread across his face.

"Do you like it?" he asked.

"I like it." Shen Qingyao turned around, tiptoed, and whispered in his ear, "It makes one feel calm."

"Next time, I'll bring you here to watch the sunrise. The sunrise over the snow-capped mountains is even more beautiful."

Shen Qingyao's eyes lit up, and she was about to speak when he leaned down and sealed her lips with his.

This kiss was more lingering than the one by the railing, carrying his faint scent of cedar.

Inside the bar, the music continued, the lights on the dance floor flickered, and on the terrace, there were only two people embracing, and the starry sky and snow-capped mountains.

After the kiss, Meng Jiangyu pressed his forehead against hers, his breath slightly ragged, his voice hoarse: "Baby."

He paused, his voice laced with seduction, "How about... staying here tonight, watching the sunrise over the snow-capped mountains?"

Shen Qingyao took Meng Jiangyu's arm, glanced at the time on her watch, and said, "It's only twelve o'clock now, and there are still five or six hours until sunrise."

"There are rooms upstairs, let's sleep there and watch the sunrise from our rooms tomorrow."

"Great!" Shen Qingyao exclaimed excitedly, "Where are the others?"

"Jason will handle it, don't worry. I'll take you to your room."

"Mmm!" Meng Jiangyu led Shen Qingyao upstairs, where the door lock was accessed via fingerprint recognition.

The room is spacious, decorated in a minimalist style, and features 270-degree panoramic windows offering an unobstructed view of the snow-capped mountains.

Early in the morning, Meng Jiangyu was awakened by the movement in his arms.

Shen Qingyao nestled against his chest, her fingertips gently tapping his collarbone, her voice soft and still slightly nasal from just waking up: "Ayu, look outside!"

Meng Jiangyu opened his eyes and looked out the way she was pointing.

The snow-capped mountains were bathed in a golden-red hue by the rising sun, and the ice crystals on their peaks refracted tiny rays of light, as if adorning the mountains with a shimmering ribbon.

He reached out and ruffled her hair, his voice hoarse from the early morning: "You woke up so early?"

Shen Qingyao looked up at him, her eyes filled with the glow of the sunset, and smiled, "I can't wait."

Meng Jiangyu chuckled, leaned down and pecked her lips, his fingertips tracing the corner of her reddened eyes: "This is nothing. I'll bring you here as many times as you want to see it in the future."

"Thank you!" Shen Qingyao snuggled closer to him, her nose brushing against the crook of his neck.

Meng Jiangyu tightened his arms around her, pulling her into his embrace. His gaze fell on the snow-capped peaks outside the window, and his voice was deep and resolute: "As long as you want, we'll come every year."

Shen Qingyao nestled contentedly against his chest, "Okay."

The sun outside the window rose higher and higher, its golden-red light spreading over the snow-capped mountains, over the French windows, and over the two people embracing.

-

The Alpine sun was exceptionally generous, showering the snow-covered mountains with its rays for several days in a row.

For Shen Qingyao, these past few days have been a bittersweet experience.

Meng Jiangyu held her in his arms and taught her how to brake and turn over and over again.

"Lean forward, don't be afraid of falling, I'm here." Every time you fall, you are caught steadily by a pair of strong arms.

On the afternoon of the second day of intensive training, on the gentle slope of the beginner track, Shen Qingyao took a deep breath and pushed away Meng Jiangyu's hand.

"I'll do it myself!" Her eyes shone with a stubborn light.

Meng Jiangyu took a half step back, crossed his arms, and smiled indulgently, his gaze following her the whole time: "Go ahead, but take it slow."

Shen Qingyao bent her knees, lowered her center of gravity, and slid out like an arrow released from a bow.

The cold wind howled in her ears. She pursed her lips nervously, staring intently ahead, maintaining her balance as Meng Jiangyu had taught her.

At first, she was a little awkward, but after gliding for several dozen meters, she suddenly found the feeling of riding the wind.

The skateboard beneath her feet became obedient, smoothly turning as her body tilted.

As she slid to the bottom of the slope, she braked smoothly, sending snow flying, and stopped in front of Meng Jiangyu.

Meng Jiangyu had skated to the finish line and was waiting for her. When she stopped, the admiration in his eyes was undisguised.

He glided closer, took off his gloves, and brushed the snow off her, his voice tinged with amusement: "You're learning pretty fast, Shen."

Shen Qingyao looked up at him, her cheeks flushed red from the wind, her nose also red, but her eyes seemed to be shining: "That's right! Don't you even know who taught you that?"

She proudly raised her chin, like a haughty kitten, and asked, "Coach Meng, can I move on to the intermediate track now?"

Meng Jiangyu raised an eyebrow, reached out and pinched her flushed cheek, his tone teasing: "Quite ambitious. You barely passed the beginner level, and you're already aiming for the intermediate level?"

"I think I can do it!" Shen Qingyao shook his arm defiantly. "Come with me, I'll just skate once, just to try!"

Looking at her coquettish appearance, Meng Jiangyu sighed helplessly: "Honey, I suggest you get used to the beginner slope before moving on to the intermediate slope, otherwise it's a bit dangerous."

Shen Qingyao smiled, her eyes crinkling, "You'll agree to let me go once I've mastered the skating!"

"must!"

The sunlight shone on the two of them, casting long shadows that overlapped on the white snow.

Shen Qingyao continued to hone her skiing skills, with Meng Jiangyu by her side.

As dusk settled over the snow-capped mountains, the two walked towards the hotel through the thin layer of snow.

"Judging from this situation, I can go to the intermediate path tomorrow... Ah..."

The steps at the hotel entrance were covered with a thin layer of ice from the melting snow. Shen Qingyao was so focused on talking to him that she slipped and twisted her ankle to the side. She hissed in pain and staggered forward.

With lightning speed, Meng Jiangyu scooped her up in his arms and pulled her into a steady embrace. Looking down at her, he saw her clutching her ankle and frowning, and the smile in his eyes vanished instantly.

He crouched down and carefully took her ankle.

His fingertips touched the slightly swollen, red spot, and his brows furrowed instantly: "Can you move?"

Shen Qingyao's eyes reddened, and the tip of her nose also turned red. She looked up at his tense jawline, her voice tinged with grievance: "No."

Meng Jiangyu didn't say anything, but simply picked her up and carried her horizontally.

Shen Qingyao instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her cheek against his warm shirt. The familiar scent of cedarwood made her eyes well up even more. "It hurts!"

"Bear with it." He lowered his head, his voice deep and hoarse, yet carrying a barely perceptible soothing tone. "I'll take you back to your room; the doctor will be here soon."

The person in his arms gave a soft "hmm," their fingertips clutching his clothes.