The Cinnabar Mole of a Beijing Circle Tycoon

Shen Qingyao felt a sweet warmth in her heart. She tiptoed and kissed him on the cheek, her eyes crinkling with joy: "Meng Jiangyu, you're so good."

Meng Jiangyu's heart skipped a beat at her sudden closeness. He reached out and held her waist, deepening the kiss. Their lips met, filled with deep affection.

The lively sounds of the Spring Festival Gala faded into the background, and the only sound in the living room was the beating of each other's hearts.

"Dinner will be served soon. Go back to your room and change your clothes."

"Okay." Meng Jiangyu turned and went upstairs.

The living room was filled with the aroma of food, all cooked by Zhang Ma herself.

In the afternoon, Shen Qingyao specially made dumplings by hand and put a copper coin inside to make lucky dumplings.

Steaming hot dumplings were served. Shen Qingyao casually picked up a dumpling, put it in her mouth, and her teeth bumped into something hard.

"I ate a lucky dumpling!" Her eyes lit up instantly.

Seeing her overjoyed expression, Meng Jiangyu's cold and stern features softened, and his voice was deep and gentle: "Yes, my Qingyao, you are a blessed person."

After dinner, the two went to the sofa and watched the Spring Festival Gala together, with Meng Jiangyu putting his arm around her.

Meng Jiangyu held the melon seeds and slowly peeled them. He placed the peeled seeds in his palm and brought them to Shen Qingyao's lips. Shen Qingyao opened her mouth and took them, a scene that was both warm and sweet.

The TV programs were sometimes funny and sometimes heartwarming. Shen Qingyao laughed so hard she almost fell over, and Meng Jiangyu looked at her with eyes full of happiness.

"Ayu, I want to eat tangerines."

"Okay, I'll peel it for you."

As the clock ticked down to 11:59, the countdown to midnight for the Spring Festival Gala began, and the host's enthusiastic voice came through the television: "Ten! Nine! Eight! Seven! Six! Five! Four! Three! Two! One! Happy New Year!"

The cheers on the television and the sounds of fireworks outside the window rang out simultaneously, and the new year arrived as promised.

Shen Qingyao looked at Meng Jiangyu, "Ayu, Happy New Year!"

Meng Jiangyu handed over a red marriage certificate. "Happy New Year, darling!"

Shen Qingyao took the red booklet. "What's this?"

"Open it and take a look."

Shen Qingyao opened the red booklet and found that it was the property ownership certificate for Yu Garden, with Shen Qingyao listed as the owner.

"Why did you suddenly give me this?" Shen Qingyao asked, puzzled.

"This is a New Year's gift." Meng Jiangyu took Shen Qingyao's hand and got up to walk towards the second-floor balcony: "Let's go set off fireworks."

"So, Yu Garden is now my house," Shen Qingyao said happily.

"Yes, landlady."

"Thank you, Ayu, for giving me such a fortune."

The second-floor balcony offers a fantastic view, overlooking the entire Yu Garden courtyard, with fireworks blooming in the distant night sky.

Meng Jiangyu took out a lighter and lit the two sparklers. Silvery sparks instantly bloomed, drawing brilliant arcs of light in the night, warm and dazzling.

He handed the lit sparkler to Shen Qingyao, who held it with both hands. Sparks bloomed around her, like a cluster of starlight.

She raised her hand and twirled around. Silvery sparks danced with her movements, illuminating her face. Her eyes sparkled with starlight, and a radiant smile graced her lips.

Meng Jiangyu stood beside her, his gaze fixed on her, his eyes overflowing with tenderness.

He took out the Polaroid camera he had prepared beforehand, aimed it at Shen Qingyao, adjusted the angle, and pressed the shutter.

With a soft "click," the image froze.

Shen Qingyao happened to look up, her eyes filled with the light of fireworks, a smile on her lips, sparks from the sparkler blooming around her, gentle and dazzling.

The Polaroid film slowly emerged, and Meng Jiangyu took it, gently shook it, and looked at the gradually clearing image on the film, a gentle smile curving his lips.

Shen Qingyao smiled and walked to his side, leaning on his shoulder, looking at herself in the photo: "You look really good in the picture."

Meng Jiangyu lowered his head and placed a gentle kiss on her lips, then raised his Polaroid camera to take a picture.

Fireworks were still blooming in the distance, their vibrant colors illuminating the night sky.

The sparkler on the balcony still twinkles, its starlight warming the passing years.

Meng Jiangyu put the Polaroid photo into his pocket, reached out and pulled Shen Qingyao into his arms. She leaned against his chest, the sparkler in her hand drawing a gentle arc of light in the night.

Meng Jiangyu lit the other fireworks; the night was the perfect backdrop, and colorful fireworks bloomed in the darkness.

"Are you stunned?" His voice was low, reaching her ears through the roar of the fireworks.

Shen Qingyao turned her head to look at him. The light from the fireworks danced in his deep eyes, outlining his angular profile, high nose bridge, and sharp lips.

She stared blankly for a moment, then subconsciously murmured an "Mmm".

Meng Jiangyu's gaze fell on her reddened lips, and his Adam's apple bobbed slightly.

The next second, he lowered his head slightly, held the back of her neck, and leaned down to kiss her.

The kiss came unexpectedly, yet it had been planned for a long time.

His lips, slightly cool in temperature, met hers with an irresistible tenderness.

Fireworks were still exploding overhead, the interplay of light and shadow blending the two figures embracing into the dazzling spectacle. The surrounding noise seemed to become background noise; in Shen Qingyao's world, only his presence, his warmth, and the tenderness lingering between his lips remained.

Her hand gently rested on his chest, and she could feel his steady and powerful heartbeat, one beat after another, gradually synchronizing with her own.

She closed her eyes slightly, letting him imprint the kiss into their hearts amidst the fireworks of the winter night.

As the fireworks ended, the two returned to their room, where motion-sensor lights came on, casting a warm yellow glow upon them.

"I put the property certificate in the safe," Shen Qingyao said softly.

Meng Jiangyu nodded, reached out and ruffled her hair. "I'm going to the balcony to answer a call."

"Okay," Shen Qingyao replied, watching him turn and walk towards the balcony, his back straight and tall.

Shen Qingyao withdrew her gaze and walked towards the built-in safe in the cabinet.

That was where she usually kept some important things, including some of her antique jewelry and important documents.

She walked to the safe, entered the password, and the door popped open gently.

The safe was filled to the brim with all sorts of jewelry boxes, all of which were gifts from Meng Jiangyu. She had casually placed them here, and before she knew it, she had accumulated so many that there wasn't even a gap left, let alone enough space to fit the property certificate.

She looked at the safe full of jewelry, smiled helplessly, and gently closed the door.

Her gaze fell on another safe next to her, which was Meng Jiangyu's safe. Meng Jiangyu had told her before that the combination to his safe was her birthday.

Her fingertips landed on the keypad, and she gently entered her birthday. With a "beep," the cabinet door popped open.