The Cinnabar Mole of a Beijing Circle Tycoon

Meng Jiangyu instructed Jason to escort Lu Ying, Xiang Yu, and Xu Huihui. A barely perceptible smile relaxed across his face; he could finally be alone with Yao Yao.

Jason drove the Maybach smoothly out of the Wangjinglou parking lot. Meng Jiangyu gently stroked Shen Qingyao's hair with his fingertips, his voice filled with laughter: "Let's go home."

He took her hand and led her to the black Cayenne parked to the side.

As soon as Shen Qingyao got into the passenger seat and fastened her seatbelt, she turned to him and teased, "Ayu, I didn't expect you to know the term 'physiological attraction'."

Meng Jiangyu started the car, his voice trailing off with a lazy, teasing tone: "To deal with your three quick-witted roommates, you can't just do your homework without doing anything."

He stared straight ahead, turning the steering wheel deftly in his palm. "Besides, I don't need to learn anything about you; I instinctively know what physiological attraction is."

Shen Qingyao's ears suddenly burned: "Just drive your car properly, and stop flirting."

"Baby, I'm a very proper person." Meng Jiangyu chuckled.

Just then, the red light came on, and the car slowly came to a stop.

Shen Qingyao glanced at him, a sly glint in her eyes: "Do you think I don't know whether you're proper or not? You're clearly doing this on purpose."

"I am more wronged than Dou E." Meng Jiangyu turned to the side, his gaze falling on her flushed cheeks. Her drunken appearance was particularly alluring.

Shen Qingyao reached out to push his chest, but he grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his arms.

A warm breath wafted over him, and Meng Jiangyu's voice deepened: "Baby, you look really tempting right now."

She struggled to glare at him, her voice tinged with panic: "I'm driving, don't do anything reckless!"

"What are you afraid of?" Meng Jiangyu lightly brushed his fingertips across the corner of her lips. "Don't you trust my driving skills?"

The light turned green, he let go of the wheel, and the car glided smoothly forward, adding, "Just kidding."

He glanced at the person beside him whose cheeks were burning, then slowly said, "Just now in the private room, watching your roommates interrogate me one after another, didn't you feel a great sense of accomplishment?"

"That's because they care about me." Shen Qingyao snorted, but couldn't help but smile. "But seriously, you answered well today, you didn't embarrass me."

"Oh?" Meng Jiangyu raised an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "So, how does Miss Shen plan to reward me?"

Shen Qingyao tilted her head, her voice soft and slightly mischievous: "Isn't this what you should do?"

Meng Jiangyu chuckled softly and ruffled her hair: "Not bad, you're getting more and more confident now."

"Sing me a song!" Shen Qingyao said coquettishly.

"Okay, what do you want to hear?" Meng Jiangyu turned on the left turn signal.

"Wang Leehom's 'The One I Love'"

"I hold you tightly in my arms, cradling you in my palms, because you are the one I truly love. In the pure world of love, you are my only one, never, ever doubt it." Meng Jiangyu's deep voice flowed slowly in the car.

Shen Qingyao looked at Meng Jiangyu's profile and was very moved.

The car drove off the main road and sped towards Manhe, the neon lights outside the window flowing across the car window in a blurry halo.

Meng Jiangyu suddenly spoke, his tone tinged with a hint of grievance: "Baby, have you forgotten something?"

Shen Qingyao was taken aback: "Huh? What is it?"

"Just a heads up, this is our first day in Switzerland."

Shen Qingyao's heart skipped a beat, and she instantly remembered. She feigned ignorance, "My...first day in Switzerland...what's wrong?"

"Pretending to be ignorant, huh?" Meng Jiangyu glanced at her, unable to hide the amusement in his eyes. "I haven't forgotten that you owe me two times for the uniform fetish."

"How come I don't remember?" Shen Qingyao turned her face away, her ears turning slightly red.

"Do you need me to help you remember?" Meng Jiangyu's voice was low and slightly seductive. "That day we played chess, after you lost."

Shen Qingyao hurriedly interrupted him, her cheeks burning: "I remember now! But I didn't say when I would fulfill my promise."

Meng Jiangyu feigned extreme grievance and sighed, "Baby, I've been abstaining from sex for almost two months now. If I keep holding back, I'll go crazy with frustration."

"Oh, stop talking!" Shen Qingyao covered her face, her ears turning so red they looked like they were about to bleed.

As they were talking, the car had already come to a smooth stop in the underground parking garage of Manhe.

Meng Jiangyu turned off the engine, grabbed her hand, and pulled it towards himself: "Feel it if you don't believe me."

Shen Qingyao's face instantly turned bright red, and she hurriedly pushed him away, saying, "We're outside!"

"Don't worry," Meng Jiangyu whispered in her ear, his voice husky and alluring, "the car windows are one-way to prevent peeping, so people outside can't see in."

In the dim light, he leaned closer, his fingertips gently brushing against Shen Qingyao's reddened earlobe, the calloused touch causing her to flinch slightly.

Shen Qingyao looked up at him, her nose almost touching his chin, her breath filled with the crisp scent of cedar on his body.

Meng Jiangyu's breathing suddenly became heavier, and he tightened his grip on her lower back, pulling her closer into his arms.

As their lips lingered, his kiss was both forceful and incredibly gentle, moving from the corner of her lips down her delicate neck, where he lightly bit her collarbone.

"Ayu..." Shen Qingyao hummed softly, her fingertips clenching the hem of his clothes.

He raised his hand, his fingertips threading through her hair, caressing the back of her neck with a tender yet completely controlling gesture.

"Baby," he whispered against her earlobe, his voice hoarse.

As soon as he finished speaking, he leaned down and kissed her lips again before reluctantly letting go. He straightened her disheveled collar, his eyes overflowing with affection.

He traced the back of her hand with his fingertips, his voice alluring and seductive: "Baby, tell me the truth, don't you want to?"

Shen Qingyao bit her lip, her voice barely audible: "I... kind of want to."

Meng Jiangyu's eyes lit up with laughter. He leaned down and pecked her lips, then took her hand and eagerly got out of the car: "Let's go home."

Meng Jiangyu gripped Shen Qingyao's hand, his steps quick and steady, the heat of his palm making her fingertips tingle.

The elevator doors slowly closed, and the mirror reflected their figures. He wrapped his arms around her from behind, resting his chin on her neck, his breath carrying the scent of cedar mixed with a faint smell of alcohol.

In the elevator mirror, the two were very close, but both were looking straight ahead. The undercurrent of heat made the small space scorching hot.

"bite--"

The elevator doors opened with a click, and Meng Jiangyu, holding her hand, strode out of the elevator.

The fingerprint lock beeped and recognized her successfully. As soon as the door was pushed open a crack, he grabbed Shen Qingyao's waist and pinned her against the door panel.