The Cinnabar Mole of a Beijing Circle Tycoon

Jason personally led Dr. Zhou in: "Boss, Dr. Zhou has arrived."

Every year around this time, Dr. Zhou would come to Switzerland with us, just in case.

The oppressive atmosphere around Meng Jiangyu almost froze. "Dr. Zhou, he twisted his ankle on the steps at the hotel entrance ten minutes ago."

"I used ice to treat the patient."

He looked down at her furrowed brows, and reached out with his other hand to gently smooth the wrinkles between her eyebrows with his fingertips, the touch incredibly gentle.

"It's okay, it won't hurt anymore soon." His voice was deep and hoarse, carrying an undeniable strength, yet deliberately softened.

Shen Qingyao felt a lump in her throat and subconsciously gripped the hem of his shirt, her fingertips turning white.

Dr. Zhou, an authority in orthopedics, quickly took out his instruments: "Miss, don't be afraid, let me do a palpation first."

The doctor held her outer ankle and moved it gently, causing Shen Qingyao to gasp in pain.

Meng Jiangyu immediately said in a deep voice, "Be gentle." His tone was icy cold, and his eyes were sharp.

He grasped Shen Qingyao's wrist, the warmth of his palm passing through her skin, his thumb rubbing her tiger's mouth repeatedly.

Those are acupoints that can quickly relieve tension; she had taught him about them before.

"Just bear with it, it'll be over soon."

Shen Qingyao bit her lip and nodded, the moisture in the corners of her eyes still lingering.

"Moderate sprain with a minor ligament tear."

Dr. Zhou took an ice pack, wrapped it in a thin towel, and carefully applied it to the wound. He then took out an elastic bandage: "Next, I will help stabilize the injured area for you."

After bandaging the wound, Dr. Zhou instructed: "Apply cold compresses for 48 hours, then apply heat to help the bruise dissipate. Do not walk for the next three days, and come back for a follow-up appointment in a week."

Jason stepped forward to take the instructions, and Dr. Zhou tactfully took his leave.

Only the two of them remained in the room. Meng Jiangyu leaned down and used his long, slender fingers to tidy up the stray hairs on her forehead.

He gently brushed his fingertips against the corner of her reddened eye, his voice tender: "Does it still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore." Shen Qingyao was a little disappointed. "Looks like I won't be able to ski the intermediate slope this time."

"You're still thinking about skiing?" Meng Jiangyu tucked her in. "You're really something."

"For me, if it doesn't hurt, it's fine. I'm just afraid of pain."

Shen Qingyao pouted, reached out and hooked her hand around his tie, gently swaying it, her voice soft and coquettish: "Of course it is! Skiing on the intermediate slope is so cool, I've been looking forward to it for so long."

Meng Jiangyu looked down at the disappointment that she couldn't hide in her eyes. His Adam's apple bobbed, and his cold, hard features softened a little.

He reached out and pinched her chin, his fingertips caressing her lips, his voice deep and husky yet carrying an undeniable force: "Hoping is useless. Before your foot is healed, try putting your foot on the ground."

"I know, it takes a hundred days to recover from a broken bone," Shen Qingyao drawled.

Shen Qingyao poked his tense chest with her fingertip, a sly glint in her eyes. "The way you clenched your fists just now, your muscles were all tense. In psychology, that's called a stress response. You were too tense."

Meng Jiangyu grabbed her misbehaving wrist with his other hand, leaned closer, and his warm breath brushed against her earlobe: "It's good that you know."

His lips brushed against her earlobe. "If your foot gets permanently injured, you'll never be able to ski again."

Shen Qingyao was taken aback by his tone, then snorted defiantly, "Dr. Zhou said it was just a minor tear."

"Even a minor tear is an injury." Meng Jiangyu reached out and carefully lifted her injured leg, placing a cushion underneath to elevate the injury above her heart, his movements gentle.

He reached out and ruffled her hair, his eyes full of indulgence: "Be a good girl and get better. Once you're healed, you can have whatever you want."

-

The light streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows made the room feel warm and cozy.

Shen Qingyao leaned against the headboard, her pen circling and marking in her textbook, occasionally frowning.

Her cast was raised high and covered with a thin blanket. She moved with extra care, afraid of aggravating her injury.

Meng Jiangyu sat on the sofa not far away, with a tablet and a stack of documents on his lap, his fingertips swiping across the screen.

He wore a black silk shirt with the cuffs rolled up to his forearms, revealing a discreet platinum watch on his wrist.

His gaze fell on the documents, his expression serious. His phone vibrated, and he answered it, lowering his voice, "Hello, this is Meng Jiangyu."

"Tell me!" He glanced at the person on the bed and saw her staring blankly, biting her pen; she was probably tired.

"Okay, I'll wait for you at the hotel."

Meng Jiangyu hung up the phone, went outside to get a glass of hot milk, walked to the bedside, placed the glass on the bedside table, and reached out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

"Are you tired?" The voice was soft and gentle, completely different from the one on the phone.

Shen Qingyao looked up at him, her eyes still showing a seriousness of academic research: "The theory is a bit convoluted."

Meng Jiangyu lowered his eyes, his gaze falling on the annotations in the book. He paused, then reached out and ruffled her hair, his gesture filled with an irresistible tenderness: "Have a glass of milk and rest for a while."

"Okay." Shen Qingyao closed the book. "Are you going out in a bit?"

"I'm not going out. A business partner is looking for me." Meng Jiangyu noticed her bored expression. "Want to hear about it?"

"Okay." Shen Qingyao was so bored while reading.

"The person who will come to see me later is Ete, one of the candidates for the Dane family's succession. He wants to defeat his brother Kate to become the family's heir. The energy supply project is very important to him, so he's come to me to discuss cooperation."

"I read in history books that large families all followed the primogeniture system?"

"It depends on the family tradition. The Dane family believes in meritocracy."

"His brother also approached me about this project and offered me a profit that I was satisfied with. Now he's contacting me, but he's offering slightly less. Do you think I should cooperate with him or choose his brother?"

How do their strengths compare?

"You've hit the nail on the head. Kate has been running the family business for over ten years, while Aite is a newcomer and is finding it difficult to get started."

"It's easy to add flowers to brocade, but difficult to provide charcoal in the snow. If the profits are equal, I would choose to tag them."

He smiled slightly and gently tapped the tip of her nose with his finger. "Baby, your thoughts are exactly the same as mine."

"Supporting newcomers will give us more and more opportunities to collaborate when they rise to the top."

"I didn't expect this level of strategy, a way to win big with a small investment," Shen Qingyao pondered.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

Meng Jiangyu got up and straightened his clothes. "It should be Aite. We were chatting in the living room. Call me if you need anything."

Shen Qingyao nodded obediently.

Meng Jiangyu entered the living room. Jason opened the door, and Aite walked in with a smile, "Mr. Meng!"

"Mr. Aite, please have a seat!"

"This is a gift for you and your girlfriend, please accept it!"

"Thank you!" Jason accepted the red wine and gift box that Aite brought.

"I went back and thought about it. What you said makes sense. Now that we've started, we can't look back and hesitate."

"There's a Chinese saying, 'The victor is king, the loser is villain!'" Meng Jiangyu poured him a cup of black tea.

Aite then began to explain his cooperation plan.

Meng Jiangyu listened and analyzed the situation, and eventually reached a preliminary cooperation agreement with Aite.

Three days later, Shen Qingyao's foot was examined again. Dr. Zhou said the recovery was going well, and she would need to rest for another thirty days.