The Cinnabar Mole of a Beijing Circle Tycoon

Shen Qingyao lay on the bed with her legs crossed, and picked up her phone from the bedside table.

I saw a message from Meng Jiangyu that I sent half an hour ago: "Baby, I'll be home in about forty minutes."

"I looked at the bill, and it's a small amount of money for us, nothing to worry about."

"Honey, luxury brands must ensure their scarcity and brand value. They need to establish their high-end positioning so that they can both screen high-value customers and drive sales across all categories, avoiding speculative resale."

"What surprise is it?"

Shen Qingyao smiled, sinking into the soft bed, languid and relaxed. "Okay."

The night outside the window was dark and quiet.

Shen Qingyao was scrolling through her WeChat Moments when she heard noises downstairs: the sound of a car engine and a door opening.

A thought flashed through her mind, and she immediately knew that Meng Jiangyu had returned.

Shen Qingyao immediately put down her phone, threw off the covers and got out of bed. She didn't even have time to put on her slippers. She walked barefoot on the warm solid wood floor and hurried downstairs.

In the living room downstairs, warm lights were on. Meng Jiangyu was standing in the entryway, taking off his black coat and handing it to the butler beside him.

He wore a well-tailored dark gray suit, which made his figure appear even taller and more slender. The cuffs were rolled up slightly, revealing the Vacheron Constantin watch on his wrist, the metallic gleam of the dial flashing under the light.

"Ah Yu, you're back."

A hint of weariness lingered between his brows, yet his aloof and noble air remained undeniable.

"Mmm." When those deep eyes saw Shen Qingyao coming down the stairs, a subtle change flashed across them. The coldness in their eyes was replaced by gentleness, and even their aura softened.

"Honey, is this the surprise you were talking about?" His gaze fell on her, scrutinizing her closely.

"Yes, doesn't it look good?" She was wearing a light pink bathrobe, and her hair was newly permed, with soft curls draped over her shoulders, making her skin look as white as jade.

Her eyes and brows held a hint of joy at seeing him, and she was like a pink rose quietly blooming in the winter night, delicate and charming.

"It looks good, I like it very much." Meng Jiangyu's Adam's apple bobbed slightly, his gaze darkening as he looked at her bare feet, his brows furrowing slightly: "Why aren't you wearing slippers? The floor is cold."

His voice was deep and magnetic, with a hint of hoarseness from his journey, and a touch of barely perceptible doting. When it reached Shen Qingyao's ears, she instinctively stopped in her tracks.

"I heard some noise downstairs and rushed down to see you." Shen Qingyao stuck out her tongue, her tone slightly coquettish. Just as she was about to turn around to put on her slippers, her wrist was suddenly grabbed by a warm and strong hand.

"If you don't wear slippers next time, I'll punish you." Meng Jiangyu's large, warm hands enveloped her wrist, the calluses on his fingertips gently caressing her delicate skin, bringing a tingling sensation that spread from her wrist to her heart.

Aunt Zhang and the housekeeper tactfully turned and left with the pastry gift box and clothes, leaving the large space to the two of them.

Only the two of them remained in the living room. The warm light from the lamp fell upon them, outlining their intertwined figures, and an ambiguous atmosphere seemed to fill the air.

"How will you be punished?" Shen Qingyao asked, her face full of disbelief.

Meng Jiangyu held her wrist, looked down at her, and his deep eyes were filled with intense emotions. "**You.

Shen Qingyao blushed slightly. "What did you say?"

"Baby, I always keep my word." He leaned down, his warm breath brushing against her forehead, carrying the unique scent of his cedar perfume, crisp and pleasant.

"Okay, okay, I'll definitely wear slippers next time."

"Let's go back to the room." His voice was deep, carrying an undeniable sense of control, yet also tinged with tenderness. He picked Shen Qingyao up and carried her towards the bedroom on the second floor.

Shen Qingyao's heart skipped a beat, her cheeks flushed slightly, and she let him hold her as they walked up the stairs step by step.

"Ah Yu, but the house has underfloor heating, so it's not cold at all."

"The underfloor heating on the stairs isn't on." Meng Jiangyu lifted his foot, pushed open the bedroom door, carried Shen Qingyao inside, and then closed the door behind him.

The moment the door closed, before Shen Qingyao could even react, Meng Jiangyu's kiss landed on her lips.

His arms were strong and powerful, tightly encircling her waist and pressing her against his chest. She could clearly feel his steady and powerful heartbeat and the cool, snowy scent emanating from him.

His lips covered hers, lingering and caressing, with an irresistible domineering force mixed with a tender and careful affection.

His tongue pried open her teeth, entwining with hers, plundering the sweetness in her mouth. His kiss was deep and intense, making Shen Qingyao almost breathless. She went limp in his arms, clutching his suit jacket tightly, her fingertips turning white.

Moonlight streamed through the sheer curtains into the bedroom, falling on the intertwined figures of the two, outlining an ambiguous silhouette.

The warm light in the bedroom was still on, casting soft shadows on their faces and reflecting the deep affection in their eyes.

Meng Jiangyu's kisses traveled down her body from her lips, landing on her forehead, eyebrows, nose, and neck. His warm lips brushed against her delicate skin, leaving a series of burning marks.

His large hand gently caressed her waist, his fingertips gliding across the soft fabric of her nightgown, bringing a tingling, numb sensation that made Shen Qingyao's body tremble slightly.

She could clearly feel his longing, just as he could feel her joy.

On the day he left, she seemed to have a peaceful and comfortable day, but deep down she kept thinking about him, wondering if he was doing well in Hong Kong, if he was eating on time, and if he was thinking about her.

And he must be the same.

The ties of her robe were gently untied, and the soft fabric slipped to the ground, revealing her fair and delicate skin, which shimmered softly in the interplay of moonlight and lamplight.

"Ah Yu, you haven't showered." Shen Qingyao pushed against Meng Jiangyu's chest.

"Let's kiss for a while first." Meng Jiangyu's eyes were brimming with desire.

Meng Jiangyu's kiss grew increasingly passionate, his movements gentle yet carrying an undeniable sense of control.

Their figures intertwined, the night outside the window was deep, but the temperature inside the room was rising higher and higher.

Dry firewood meets a raging fire, and it ignites instantly, filling the room with warmth and beauty.

Meng Jiangyu took off his clothes, carried Shen Qingyao to the bathroom, where the bathtub was already filled with warm water.

The two entered the bathtub together, the water rippling. "Ah Yu, didn't you say you'd punish me if I didn't wear slippers next time?"

"I didn't punish you, did I?" Meng Jiangyu asked innocently.

"You big liar."

The moonlight outside the window quietly shifted away and hid behind the clouds, as if unwilling to disturb the beauty of this room.

The clock hands quietly turn, from late night to dawn. The murmurs and gasps in the bedroom intertwine to form the most beautiful melody, never ceasing, year after year, morning and evening, all for each other.