The Cinnabar Mole of a Beijing Circle Tycoon

The winter evening breeze, carrying a chill, swept past the shops adorned with red lanterns along the street, carrying the rich aroma of mutton hot pot into the air.

Shen Qingyao wrapped her beige cashmere coat tighter around herself, waved goodbye to Lu Ying, and got into the black Maybach waiting by the roadside.

"Uncle Li, let's go."

"Yes, Miss Shen."

The car drove smoothly on the city's asphalt road, and the neon lights outside the window flashed by, reflecting on Shen Qingyao's slightly lowered eyelashes, creating a soft, warm glow.

The hot pot lamb I just ate warmed my stomach and spleen, and brought a sense of lazy comfort to my heart. Good friends are the cure for life's ills.

She leaned back against the soft backrest, her fingertips gently caressing the delicate pearl buttons on the cuffs of her coat.

Shen Qingyao took out her phone and texted Meng Jiangyu, "Ayu, I'm getting ready to go home."

"I bought a lot of bags today. I love them so much, but they're a bit expensive. I don't understand why there's this 'buy more bags than buy more' thing."

"You're probably still on the plane, right? Message me when you land."

"When you get home later, I have a surprise for you."

Let's look forward to it.

"I did a lot of things today."

"Lu Ying shared a lot of gossip with me, it was so interesting."

About fifty minutes later, the car slowly drove into Yu Garden, passed through neatly trimmed holly hedges, and finally stopped in front of the main building.

The butler was already waiting at the door. As soon as the car stopped, he immediately went forward to open the car door for Shen Qingyao.

"Miss Shen, you're back." The butler's voice was gentle and respectful.

Shen Qingyao nodded and walked into the house in her high heels. The warm light in the entryway cast a long, slender shadow of her.

Shen Qingyao handed the coat and bag to the maid.

Aunt Zhang came out of the kitchen carrying a glass of grapefruit juice. When she saw her come in, her face immediately lit up with a smile: "Miss is back. You just finished eating hot pot, right? Have some grapefruit juice to cleanse your palate."

Shen Qingyao took the crystal glass, sipped the warm grapefruit water, and let out a comfortable sigh as the sweet taste melted on her tongue: "Aunt Zhang understands me best."

"Miss has a new hairstyle," Zhang Ma added. "It looks great."

"New year, new look." Shen Qingyao put down her crystal glass. "I've been wanting to get my hair permed for a while, and today I finally made up my mind."

"Oh, right," Zhang Ma said with a smile, remembering something, "the things you asked the brand to send have all arrived. I've placed those bags unopened on the floor of the dressing room according to your preferences. As for the small items that came with the orders, I've put them on the shelves in the storage room for you. They're still unopened, just waiting for you to open them when you get back."

Upon hearing this, Shen Qingyao's eyes lit up with joy.

She enjoys unpacking express deliveries and packages, especially things she has carefully selected. The process of unpacking each layer of packaging always fills her with joy.

Having served by her side for many years, Zhang Ma had long since figured out her preferences and thought of everything carefully and thoughtfully.

"Thank you for your hard work, Aunt Zhang. You're the most considerate person." Shen Qingyao said with a smile.

"I'm going back to my room." Shen Qingyao walked towards the walk-in closet on the second floor.

"Okay." Zhang Ma returned to the kitchen.

The walk-in closet on the second floor is spacious and bright, with custom-made white solid wood wardrobes lined up along the walls. The glass doors display a wide variety of bags, shoes and clothes, all neatly organized.

On the floor of the dressing room, several orange cardboard gift boxes bearing the logos of luxury brands were neatly arranged.

Shen Qingyao sat down on a small stool and began to unpack the gift box.

Previously, Shen Qingyao liked to sit directly on the ground to open gift boxes. After Meng Jiangyu saw this, he arranged for someone to bring her a small stool specifically for opening gift boxes.

She started unpacking from the outermost gift box, untying the ribbon, opening the lid, and finding a dust bag inside. Shen Qingyao opened the dust bag and saw a cherry blossom pink Kelly.

The bag has smooth and exquisite lines, and the metal buckle shines softly under the light. The pink and tender color perfectly captures her girlish heart.

She held the bag in her hands, caressing it with obvious affection, and then opened the other gift boxes one by one. There were cherry blossom pink Constances, lemon yellow Constances, dreamy purple Constances, Milton yellow Kellys, and another dreamy purple Kelly, all in soft pink colors.

Shen Qingyao carefully placed the disassembled bags one by one into the compartments of the wardrobe, adjusted the angle of placement, and looked at the row of pink bags in the glass cabinet with satisfaction.

Shen Qingyao neatly gathered the cardboard boxes and tags on the ground and placed them in a corner.

After struggling for more than half an hour, Shen Qingyao was slightly sweaty. She picked up the silk robe draped on the sofa and headed towards the bathroom.

The bathroom features a simple black and white color scheme. Her usual skincare products are placed next to the oversized vanity. The bathtub has been filled with warm water by the maid, and sprinkled with her favorite lavender bath salts.

She took off her clothes and soaked in the warm bathtub. The fragrance of lavender lingered in her nose, and the warm water enveloped her body, making her feel completely relaxed.

She closed her eyes, leaned against the bathtub wall, and enjoyed the quiet moment.

I'm recalling all the things that have happened during this period. So much has happened that I haven't had a chance to properly sort it out.

Why haven't I permed my hair yet? Because my mom doesn't like it, so I haven't.

Because my mother thinks a good girl should be simple and down-to-earth, and shouldn't dress herself up in fancy clothes.

Shen Qingyao recalled her journey from Wuzhen to Beijing, where she began living a life she never dared to dream of before.

Shen Qingyao recalled the couplet she had seen at Lingyin Temple: "Life is never perfect; one should only strive for half of what one desires."

Yes, life is full of disappointments. We don't need everything to go perfectly; half of it being satisfactory is enough.

After taking a bath, she dried herself with a towel and put on a light pink silk robe. The robe's fabric was soft and smooth, and felt exceptionally comfortable against her skin.

She went to the dressing table, applied some moisturizing cream, and then returned to the bedroom.

Her wet, curly hair was blown dry and casually draped over her shoulders, the ends of which had a slight curve, making her face appear even smaller and more delicate.

Shen Qingyao looked at herself in the mirror and thought she looked so beautiful, like a porcelain doll.

How did I become so narcissistic? It's so embarrassing.

Shen Qingyao turned the bedroom lights to a soft, warm glow and stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the scenery outside through the one-way glass.

With the bright moon hanging high and the distant mountains and nearby waters complementing each other beautifully, it is indeed a carefully selected auspicious place.