The Cinnabar Mole of a Beijing Circle Tycoon

The resort was shrouded in a light mist in the morning, which was scattered in the shimmering waves of the artificial lake. The wind swept across the camphor trees on the shore, shaking off the fine coolness.

Meng Jiangyu sat on the wooden boardwalk on the lake shore, with Lu Linchuan, Zhou Yanqiu, and Xu Mingxuan sitting beside him. All four of them held fishing rods, and the fishing lines dangled on the calm lake surface, creating faint ripples.

The individuals' personal assistants and bodyguards stood not far away, their row of black suits particularly eye-catching.

Today, Meng Jiangyu wore a simple brown sweater and a black baseball cap, with the brim pulled down slightly, obscuring part of his eyebrows and eyes, revealing only his sharp jawline.

This is the everyday outfit that Shen Qingyao chose for him; she likes a youthful look.

Meng Jiangyu casually gripped the fishing rod with his fingertips, his movements unhurried and deliberate, displaying his usual sense of control.

This is an activity that the elders enjoy; I often went fishing with them when I was young.

Lu Linchuan teased in a low voice, "Yanqiu, your fishpond hasn't moved for ages. Are there any fish in it?"

"Just kidding, I had several thousand fish put in there yesterday," Zhou Yanqiu said.

"Why isn't it biting the hook yet? It's been half an hour," Xu Mingxuan said.

A fish has taken the bait on Meng Jiangyu's side. "If you're not good at it, don't blame the road for being uneven."

Lu Linchuan turned his head to look at him, a smile in his eyes, "Don't be too smug."

A few people stayed by their fishing rods, chatting occasionally and sharing information. The fog gradually dissipated, and sunlight filtered through the branches and leaves, falling on the water and shattering into a golden shimmer.

Time flowed slowly amidst the gentle swaying of the fishing line and occasional casual conversation.

Inside the room, Shen Qingyao was curled up on the bed, her face deathly pale, with beads of cold sweat on her forehead.

She was awakened by abdominal pain. At first, she thought it was because she ate something cold last night and didn't pay much attention to it. But the pain became more and more intense, coming in waves, as if a hand was gripping her lower abdomen, and her waist and abdomen also felt very sore and heavy.

She struggled to get to the bathroom, only to realize that she had started her period.

My emotions have been so volatile this month. Emotional instability can affect menstruation, but I never expected it to come a whole week early. I also never expected the pain to be so intense, more unbearable than ever before.

She struggled back to bed, too weak to even get up to pour herself a glass of water. Her fingertips trembled as she reached for her phone, found Meng Jiangyu's WeChat, sent a voice message, and then listlessly placed the phone beside her.

Shen Qingyao curled up, biting her lip, enduring the waves of pain. Her eyes reddened slightly, and even the tip of her nose felt sore.

Meng Jiangyu's phone was in his pocket when he heard Shen Qingyao's special notification sound. He thought Shen Qingyao had woken up and was about to come find him. He took out his phone, unlocked the screen, and opened the voice message. The moment he did, his brows furrowed.

Shen Qingyao's voice was weak and barely concealed: "Ayu, I've gotten my period, and my stomach hurts so much."

The pressure around Meng Jiangyu instantly dropped, and his calm expression vanished, replaced by obvious anxiety.

"Yaoyao's stomach isn't feeling well, I'm leaving now." She strode towards the exit of the boardwalk, her movements swift and decisive, tinged with urgency.

Lu Linchuan, Zhou Yanqiu, and Xu Mingxuan were not surprised at all; Shen Qingyao's matter was of paramount importance to them.

A few minutes later, the door to the room was gently pushed open.

Meng Jiangyu's gaze fell on the figure curled up on the bed. Seeing Shen Qingyao's pale face, cold sweat on her forehead, and her extremely weak appearance, his heart felt like it had been clenched by something, and the pain was intense. His anxiety was instantly replaced by heartache.

He walked quickly to the bedside, reached out and gently stroked her forehead. His fingertips touched a cool, damp area. He raised his hand to touch her cheek, and the temperature was so low that he frowned.

"Why does it hurt so much?" His voice was lower than usual, with a barely perceptible hoarseness.

He gently brushed away the stray hairs damp with cold sweat from her forehead with his fingertips, his movements incredibly tender.

Hearing his voice, Shen Qingyao felt as if she had found her pillar of support. She slightly opened her eyes, her eyes red-rimmed, and looked at him, her voice so weak it was almost inaudible: "Ayu, my stomach hurts so much."

"Baby, just bear with it a little longer, the doctor will be here soon." Her pitiful and aggrieved look made Meng Jiangyu feel even more heartbroken.

Meng Jiangyu rubbed his hands together, gently placing his warm palms on her lower abdomen, feeling her body tremble slightly and her muscles tense from the pain.

He gently massaged her lower abdomen with his palm, the movements slow and gentle, trying to relieve her pain. His brows were always furrowed, and the heartache in his eyes was so deep that it couldn't be dissolved.

A short while later, staff brought in the sanitary napkins and hand warmers that Shen Qingyao usually used.

"Honey, I'll put a heat pack on you." His voice was extremely gentle.

Shen Qingyao responded with a muffled "Mmm".

Meng Jiangyu unpacked the heat pack and placed it on her lower abdomen; the warm sensation came through her pajamas.

Not long after, there was a knock on the door, and a resort staff member brought in a bowl of steaming brown sugar ginger tea.

The staff member put the items down, then quietly slipped out and closed the door.

Meng Jiangyu picked up the brown sugar ginger tea, tested the temperature, returned to the bedside, picked up a spoon, scooped up a spoonful, and brought it to Shen Qingyao's lips: "Drink some brown sugar ginger tea first, warm yourself up, it will make you feel better."

Shen Qingyao opened her mouth and drank the warm brown sugar ginger tea. The warmth slid from her throat into her stomach and then slowly spread throughout her body, relieving the pain in her lower abdomen a little.

She leaned against the headboard, letting Meng Jiangyu feed her spoonful by spoonful. After finishing a cup of ginger tea, the cold sweat on her forehead lessened, and her complexion regained some color.

A very soft knock came at the door. Jason appeared with an elderly woman with gray hair, dressed in a dark blue jacket, looking very energetic. She was carrying a wooden medical box with exquisite cloud patterns carved on the corners, clearly the work of an old craftsman.

"Boss, Mr. Chen has arrived."

Old Chen nodded slightly, his gaze gentle, with the composure of a doctor: "Mr. Meng."

Meng Jiangyu stepped aside to let the old Chinese medicine doctor in. "Old Chen, thank you for your trouble."

"It's alright." Old Chen walked slowly to the bedside, looked at Shen Qingyao's face, placed his fingertips on her exposed wrist, and narrowed his eyes slightly: "Young lady, you have liver qi stagnation and cold stagnation in your uterus. You've had a lot of emotional fluctuations these past few days, which has caused your liver qi to be stagnant. You may have also been exposed to cold. These two factors have caused your menstrual cramps to be so severe. Fortunately, it's not too serious. Moxibustion on a few acupoints will warm and promote blood circulation, soothe the liver and dispel cold, and you will be able to relieve the pain immediately."

Upon hearing this, Meng Jiangyu frowned slightly. "I'm sorry to trouble you, Elder Chen. Please let me know if you need anything."

"Mr. Meng, you're too kind," Old Chen waved his hand, gesturing for Jason to open the medical kit and take out the items inside.