The Cinnabar Mole of a Beijing Circle Tycoon

The door was icy cold, but his chest was surprisingly hot.

When he leaned down to kiss him, it was with an undeniable force. As their lips and teeth mingled, Shen Qingyao wrapped her arms around his neck and responded by standing on tiptoe.

Her skirt was lifted by his large hand, and the moment his cool fingertips touched her skin, she couldn't help but tremble, and softly murmured, "Ah Yu..."

Meng Jiangyu looked down at her, his Adam's apple bobbing, his voice deep and resonant: "Baby, let's settle half of the bill for Switzerland first."

He scooped her up in his arms and strode toward the bedroom. Shen Qingyao buried her face in the crook of his neck, mumbling sleepily, "There are no uniforms at home..."

Meng Jiangyu chuckled softly, picked her up, and led her into the dressing room.

In the vast space, he walked straight to the cabinet door in the far corner, raised his hand and pressed the hidden switch, and the cabinet door slowly opened.

Inside, a dozen or so uniforms of different styles were neatly hung, made of lace, satin, and pure cotton, gleaming alluringly under the warm yellow light.

Shen Qingyao's eyes widened in surprise. "When did you prepare this?"

"After we come back from Switzerland, will you choose or will I?" Meng Jiangyu asked, looking at the girl.

"casual."

"Then I'll choose it. I like the rabbit design."

She wore a white lace bunny ear headband, a top adorned with tiny pearls, and a matching short skirt with a perfectly placed slit on the side.

The fabric is soft, exuding a pure and innocent charm, yet incredibly sexy.

"Don't worry." Meng Jiangyu leaned down and placed a burning kiss on the corner of her lips. "It's just the two of us here."

Meng Jiangyu handed the clothes to Shen Qingyao, his eyes brimming with intense emotion, his voice hoarse: "Baby, do you want to change yourself, or should I help you?"

"You can leave now, I'll change myself."

"Okay." Meng Jiangyu left the dressing room.

When she finally finished changing and came out, she met Meng Jiangyu's unfathomable eyes.

Her innocence and sexiness intertwine to create a fatal allure.

Meng Jiangyu's eyes darkened, his Adam's apple bobbed, and he strode over, pulling her into his arms. His fingertips caressed her delicate waist, and his voice was deep and resonant: "Baby."

Shen Qingyao's face turned even redder. She reached out to push against his chest, but he grabbed her wrist instead.

He leaned down, showering her neck and collarbone with hot kisses, moving downwards, his voice soft: "Gently..."

He lowered his head and gently pecked the corner of her lips, his voice husky and tender: "Okay..."

As the morning sun shone through the gaps in the French windows, it cut out several warm golden streaks of light that gently fell onto the bedding.

When Shen Qingyao woke up, Meng Jiangyu's arms were as strong as a small, constant-temperature mountain, holding her tightly in his embrace.

His chest pressed against her back, his steady breath soothing her neck, carrying the cool, crisp scent of cedar that drifted into her nostrils.

She moved her fingertips, trying to pry away the hand on her waist. The moment her fingertips touched his warm skin, he unconsciously tightened his grip, and his chin rubbed against the top of her head.

A very soft sigh escaped his throat, like a large beast whose peaceful dream had been disturbed, still deep in its sleep, without even lifting its eyelids.

Shen Qingyao's gaze fell on the faint dark circles under his eyes, her heart softened, but she also had a mischievous thought, so she deliberately twisted and turned in his arms.

"Can you stop messing around, Miss Silkworm?" Meng Jiangyu frowned, his voice hoarse from just waking up, but he didn't open his eyes. "You've been up all night, let me sleep a little longer, okay?"

As he spoke, he pulled her closer, holding her even tighter, his tone softening unconsciously, with a hint of coaxing: "Come on, let me hold you while you sleep. Our baby is the best girl; you'll definitely sleep well if I hold you, right?"

He hummed a tuneless, off-key melody, the tune so gentle it was almost unbelievable.

Shen Qingyao, however, did not do as he wished. She pushed his hand away and deliberately pinched the soft flesh on his side.

"Hiss." Meng Jiangyu gasped, pretending to put on a stern face. "Shen Qingyao, can't you sleep properly? What are you trying to do, twisting and turning like that?"

"You didn't let me sleep well before either!" Shen Qingyao's voice instantly turned aggrieved, her eyes slightly reddening. "Last night I told you to stop, did you stop? I said I'd only go to sleep after this one last time, did you agree?"

She became increasingly aggrieved as she spoke, and suddenly her emotions welled up, and tears fell without warning. "You even yelled at me."

Hearing the suppressed sobs, Meng Jiangyu panicked instantly and abruptly opened his eyes.

Those dark eyes, usually gleaming with a cold light, were now filled with panic. He raised his hand to wipe away the tears on her cheeks, his voice softening: "What's wrong, baby? Why are you shedding tears again?"

Shen Qingyao turned her face away from him, her shoulders trembling slightly, and her tears fell even more fiercely.

It's not a big deal, but when emotions get the better of me, I just can't control myself.

"I was wrong, I was wrong, okay?" Meng Jiangyu awkwardly pulled her into his arms, lowered his head to kiss away the tears from the corners of her eyes, his warm lips pressed against her eyelids, his heart aching terribly. "It's my fault, I didn't consider your feelings last night. Don't cry anymore, your eyes will get swollen if you cry any more, okay?"

Shen Qingyao buried herself in his arms, but secretly she was thinking that she couldn't cry too quickly or be too easy to coax, otherwise he wouldn't care so much if she felt wronged again next time.

She sobbed as she accused, "It's all...it's all your fault."

"Yes, yes, it's all my fault." Meng Jiangyu nodded repeatedly, without any intention of refuting.

Shen Qingyao secretly glanced at him and saw that his eyes were full of panic and heartache. Then she pursed her lips and said in a thick nasal voice, "Then promise me one thing, and I will forgive you."

Looking at her sly yet aggrieved expression, Meng Jiangyu smiled helplessly and indulgently, then leaned down and pecked the top of her head: "Little fox, so you were waiting for me here?"

He pulled the blanket up closer, wrapping them both tightly in the warm quilt, his arms encircling her waist, drawing her even closer.

Shen Qingyao leaned against his warm chest, feeling his steady and strong heartbeat. A smile involuntarily crept onto her lips, but she still feigned a fierce tone and pressed on, "Are you going to agree or not?"

"Yes, yes, of course I agree." Meng Jiangyu chuckled and pinched her cheek. "What are you doing, dropping so many little pearls for no reason?"

"Huh?" Shen Qingyao didn't understand and looked up at him.

"Next time you need me to do something, just say so. Why make such a fuss?" Meng Jiangyu slowly closed his eyes, his voice lazy and gentle. "Speak, what is it?"

"Could you find out something about Gu Xizhou for me?" Shen Qingyao asked softly, tugging at the hem of his pajamas.

"Gu Xizhou?" Meng Jiangyu frowned slightly, opened his eyes and looked at her. "How do you know him?"

"He's Yingying's blind date. She's quite satisfied with Gu Xizhou, so I wanted to find out for her whether he's reliable."