The Cinnabar Mole of a Beijing Circle Tycoon

After processing the documents sent by Aite, Meng Jiangyu rubbed his temples, pushed open the door, and walked out of the study.

A small figure was nestled in the sofa. Shen Qingyao was curled up in the cashmere blanket, holding a doll in her arms. Her breathing was shallow and even, and her long eyelashes cast a small fan-shaped shadow under her eyelids.

He walked over quietly, squatted down, and unconsciously brushed his fingertips against her cheek.

"Little lazy pig."

Perhaps she wasn't sleeping soundly, for she frowned slightly and rubbed her face against his palm again, "Mmm~"

Meng Jiangyu's Adam's apple bobbed, and the coldness in his eyes faded away, leaving only a tenderness that was rarely seen by others.

He bent down and carefully lifted the person into his arms, his movements incredibly steady.

Startled, Shen Qingyao let out a soft moan and instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her head deeper into the crook of his neck. Her warm breath brushed against his skin, causing a slight tickle.

He looked down at the peaceful sleeping face of the person in his arms, slowed his pace, and walked steadily towards the bedroom step by step.

Sunlight fell on his angular profile, softening his usual sharpness and leaving only his innate nobility and a hint of barely perceptible gentleness.

He bent down and gently placed Shen Qingyao on the soft mattress. Just as he was about to pull his fingers away, her wrist was unconsciously gripped.

The force wasn't strong, but it carried a hint of dependence, like a spoiled kitten clinging to his sleeve and refusing to let go.

He lowered his eyes, his gaze falling on her face, and his Adam's apple bobbed.

He bent down and carefully brushed away the stray hairs from her forehead, his fingertips brushing against her warm earlobe.

Meng Jiangyu's eyes were incredibly tender.

He raised his hand to pull the blanket up for her, his fingertips deliberately avoiding her skin, but he still couldn't help but gently kiss her forehead.

After doing all this, he didn't leave immediately. He just sat on the carpet by the bed, propped his elbows on his knees, and quietly watched her sleeping face.

The sunlight outside the window was blocked by the sheer curtains, casting dappled light and shadow through the gaps.

"Ayu." Shen Qingyao mumbled something as if she were dreaming.

Warmth is slowly seeping into the long-frozen corner of Meng Jiangyu's heart.

He used to scoff at such cloying terms of address, finding them pretentious and childish, but when she said them, they sounded damn pleasing to the ear.

It was so sweet that he was willing to pluck the stars and the moon for her, and to present her with all the good things in the world.

He had never cared about anyone this much in his entire life.

He is ruthless and decisive in the business world, never hesitant or indecisive, but when it comes to her, he doesn't even dare to raise his voice a fraction.

He thought he had probably fallen. Fallen completely, and fallen willingly.

Nothing in this world, no matter how vast or distant, can compare to her right now, lying peacefully on his bed, murmuring his name.

Only when she's there can this huge house truly be considered home.

When he heard the news of Lu Linchuan's marriage, he found himself looking forward to getting married like a young boy.

Next year, my daughter will reach the legal marriage age.

But she's only a sophomore, only twenty years old, and I can't take away her right to choose.

Meng Jiangyu's phone rang. It was Zhou Yanqiu calling. "Cousin, the rest of us are back in Beijing!"

"Why are you back so early?" Meng Jiangyu quickly left the room and went to the living room.

"It wasn't a big deal since you weren't here, so I came back," Zhou Yanqiu added. "Linchuan and Miss Su just happened to be back to prepare for their wedding."

"Let's have a get-together at Oyster tonight!" Zhou Yanqiu suggested.

"it is good."

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The private rooms on the second floor of Oyster Bar are isolated from the hustle and bustle downstairs, with warm yellow light spilling over the texture of the leather sofas.

Meng Jiangyu sat in the innermost seat, his long legs crossed, a cigar between his fingers, his well-defined hands casually resting on his knees, his demeanor still exuding his usual aloofness and nobility.

He didn't say much, only lowered his eyelashes and listened quietly as Lu Linchuan introduced the wedding process, a faint smile playing on his lips.

"The wedding banquet is set at Bulgari. We'll first go to Su Wan's house to pick up the bride, then move to the hotel. The rest of the process includes taking photos, welcoming guests, wedding celebrations, and toasts." Lu Linchuan took a swig of wine, his tone nonchalant.

"That's such a perfunctory explanation!" Xu Mingxuan immediately retorted, pushing up his gold-rimmed glasses. "I feel like the wedding process is at least ten times more complicated than what you've described."

"We're just groomsmen, our main job is to focus on picking up the bride, greeting guests, and drinking with them. Why bother with so much else?" Zhou Yanqiu replied lazily.

"You talk as if you've been married." Lu Linchuan sneered, his face full of disdain.

"When my cousin got married, the whole family pitched in, and I helped with all the preparations."

"Even if you haven't eaten pork, you've still seen pigs run, right?" Zhou Yanqiu raised an eyebrow and tapped the side of his cup with his fingertip. "It's not like you've never been to a wedding before. I think you just didn't care at all."

"I'm busy with work, Su Wan is handling these things," Lu Linchuan explained, frowning.

Meng Jiangyu, who had been silent all along, finally moved. He placed his cigar on the ashtray, his long, slender fingers gently stroking the rim of the glass, and said in a cold voice, "You should take this seriously. This is a wedding for the two of you, not a one-woman show for her."

"I've heard that girls are really looking forward to their weddings," Zhou Yanqiu said casually.

"Brother Chuan, I think Sister Su Wan is a really nice person. She's generous and dignified in her actions," Xu Mingxuan chimed in from the side.

"But..." Lu Linchuan hesitated, his hand holding the wine glass tightening slightly.

Zhou Yanqiu tilted his head back and finished the rest of the whiskey in his glass. His Adam's apple bobbed, and his voice deepened: "Stop being so wishy-washy. It's never Su Wan's fault that you can't marry the person you want to marry."

"I understand the reasoning, but I... I need time," Lu Linchuan said hoarsely, slamming his wine glass down on the table.

"You're getting married soon, what are you still hesitating about?" Zhou Yanqiu asked with a frown, her tone tinged with disappointment.

Lu Linchuan was rendered speechless, and the private room fell silent for a moment.

Meng Jiangyu broke the silence at the opportune moment, looking up at Lu Linchuan: "What time do we depart to pick up the bride on the morning of the 11th?"

"We left the hotel at 7:00, arrived at Su Wan's house at 8:00, moved to Bulgari around 9:00, changed our makeup and hair, and greeted guests at 11:00."

"You remember it quite clearly, don't you?" Meng Jiangyu joked.

"How many red envelopes have you prepared for the wedding?" Meng Jiangyu continued to ask.

Two hundred.

"That's too few. Prepare another hundred as backups. The bridesmaids' red envelopes should be prepared separately, not mixed together," Meng Jiangyu instructed in a calm and decisive tone.

Upon hearing this, Zhou Yanqiu immediately became interested and raised an eyebrow, teasing, "Wow, cousin knows quite a lot, you're a hidden talent."

Meng Jiangyu picked up his wine glass, took a small sip, a faint ripple passing through his eyes, and said in a calm, even voice: "I arranged all the procedures for my elder brother's wedding."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Yanqiu immediately became interested and asked with a mischievous smile, "Are you bringing your wife to Brother Chuan's wedding?"

Upon hearing this, Xu Mingxuan immediately chimed in, adjusting his glasses with a hint of amusement in his eyes: "Will you bring it?"

Lu Linchuan chimed in, "That's right, Jiang Yu. Weddings are lively with lots of people. Bringing Miss Shen along would be perfect..."

Meng Jiangyu picked up the cigar again, a faint smile curving his lips, his tone devoid of emotion: "She's not coming."

"We usually wish we could tie her to our sides, so why didn't we bring her this time?" the group asked, puzzled.

"When the time is right, I'll take her home to meet my elders first, and then bring her to events in public," Meng Jiangyu added. "My family values ​​etiquette, so I definitely have to do my best."

"That's true." Lu Linchuan said thoughtfully.

"By the way, I've already reviewed Aite's energy contract proposal. I'll have Jason send it to you."

"Great!" The group raised their glasses to celebrate another victory in their European expansion.