The Cinnabar Mole of a Beijing Circle Tycoon

The building of Hanhai Capital stands majestically and steadily in the morning light.

The elevator went straight to the top floor. As he walked along, the employees greeted him respectfully in unison, "Mr. Meng, Happy New Year!"

Meng Jiangyu nodded slightly, his expression calm, unlike his usual stern demeanor.

On the first day back to work, as is customary, he gave his employees red envelopes to wish them good luck in the new year.

The assistant had already prepared the red envelopes, and he personally went to several departments to hand them out to each person.

Without any unnecessary pleasantries, a simple "Happy New Year" was enough to lighten the mood throughout the company.

Back in the top-floor office, the floor-to-ceiling windows offer a panoramic view of the entire city.

Meng Jiangyu sat behind his large desk, dealing with the work that had piled up throughout the New Year.

Documents came one after another, meetings followed one after another, but there was not a trace of impatience on his face.

Occasionally, he would pick up his phone, and on the screen was a photo of Shen Qingyao.

As your fingertips lightly trace a line, a faint smile unconsciously appears at the corner of your mouth.

He builds his career on the outside, while at home, there are people he cares deeply about.

Meanwhile, inside the villa.

After finishing breakfast, Shen Qingyao didn't curl up on the sofa to watch TV like she had done the previous days.

After resting for so long, it's time for her to pick up her own things again.

She sat on the carpet by the sunniest window, laptop in hand, with thick stacks of reference materials in front of her, and officially began writing her graduation thesis.

The warm sunlight shone on me, and the air was filled with the faint aroma of tea.

She typed quietly on the keyboard, her thoughts flowing smoothly, completely absorbed in her focus.

She had already outlined the framework of the paper, so writing it now went exceptionally smoothly.

The morning light on the weekend, like silk soaked in warm water, gently seeps into the French windows.

Meng Jiangyu was wearing a light gray loungewear set, which was loose and baggy, highlighting his tall and slender figure with broad shoulders and a narrow waist.

He sat at the chess table by the window in the living room, holding a smooth white chess piece between his fingers, his gaze fixed on the chessboard.

Shen Qingyao wore a beige knitted dress, her curly hair loosely tied back, revealing a section of her fair and slender neck.

She held the black piece, her fingertips lightly twirling it as it landed on the board with a crisp "tap," her movements unhurried and deliberate.

"You're trying to lure me into a trap again." Meng Jiangyu's deep, magnetic voice rang out in the quiet living room, tinged with a hint of indulgent laughter.

Bai Zi paused deliberately in mid-air, looking at Shen Qingyao's slightly upturned lips with eyes full of indulgence.

Shen Qingyao looked up, her clear eyes reflecting the sunlight streaming through the window, curving into two beautiful crescent moons: "You saw right through my little tricks."

Her voice was soft, like a spring breeze brushing across a lake, which softened Meng Jiangyu's heart. He simply placed his white piece, deliberately revealing a flaw: "Then I will do as you wish. What's wrong with falling into your trap once?"

On the chessboard, he never wanted to beat her, giving her all his favoritism and tenderness.

The two were immersed in this tranquil and beautiful moment when the butler's voice came from the doorway.

"Sir, Miss Shen, the old lady sent someone to deliver something, saying it's a list of betrothal gifts for Miss Shen."

Meng Jiangyu paused slightly in his hand holding the chess piece, then released it, a knowing glint in his eyes.

Shen Qingyao was slightly taken aback, and her cheeks instantly flushed a faint blush.

List of betrothal gifts.

These four words meant that her marriage to Meng Jiangyu had become a done deal.

Meng Jiangyu helped Shen Qingyao to her feet and gestured for the housekeeper to bring the things in.

Two maids in matching uniforms carried a sandalwood brocade box in their hands and walked slowly to the center of the living room, respectfully placing the box on the coffee table.

The brocade box is carved with dragons and phoenixes, with exquisite patterns, and its value is obvious at a glance.

The butler stepped forward and gently opened the brocade box.

A sheet of gilded Xuan paper lay flat in the brocade box, the handwriting neat and elegant.

The Xuan paper was covered with dense, clear text.

Ten jade ruyi scepters, one hundred pure gold necklaces, fifty pairs of jadeite bracelets, thirty pieces of mutton fat white jade pendants, twenty sets of South China Sea pearl beads, and countless other gemstone jewelry.

Five detached villas in prime locations in first-tier cities, twelve luxury apartments in first-tier cities, and seven overseas estates covering Paris, London, New York, and other locations;

Thirty prime street-front shops, two shopping mall properties, and three chain wineries;

More than fifty antique paintings and calligraphy works, all genuine pieces by famous artists, are displayed on the list. Tang and Song dynasty porcelain and Ming and Qing dynasty jade ornaments are also on display, each a priceless and rare treasure.

This dowry list is considered top-tier in Beijing and even nationwide, demonstrating the Meng family's sincerity.

Shen Qingyao looked at the words on the paper, her fingertips trembling slightly.

Gold and silver jewelry were nothing more than material possessions to her, but every item on this list showed how much the Meng family valued her and how much Meng Jiangyu cared for her.

Meng Jiangyu sat beside her, looking down at her slightly reddened eyes. He reached out and pulled her into his arms, whispering, "My mother said these were all prepared for you."

Shen Qingyao leaned against his chest, her nose tingling slightly, unable to utter a single word.

All she ever wanted was Meng Jiangyu. Yet, this profound affection deeply moved her.

Meng Jiangyu gently patted her back, then turned to the butler and said calmly, "Uncle Zhang, please bring me the sandalwood brocade box from the study. It's on the second shelf."

The butler bowed and nodded in agreement, then quickly walked toward the study.

A moment later, the butler came out carrying a sandalwood box identical to the one in the betrothal gift list and gently placed it on the coffee table.

Meng Jiangyu released Shen Qingyao and reached out to open the brocade box.

Inside was a blank dowry list.

The Xuan paper was also gold-stamped and of excellent quality, clearly prepared in advance.

Shen Qingyao raised her eyes, looking at Meng Jiangyu with a puzzled expression.

Meng Jiangyu picked up his pen, dipped it in ink, and took her hand, placing it together on the blank dowry list. The tenderness in his eyes was almost overflowing: "Qingyao, the more generous the betrothal gifts from my Meng family, the more abundant your dowry will be."

He looked down at each item on the betrothal gift list, writing down each word himself, and drafted the dowry for Shen Qingyao according to the specifications of the betrothal gifts.

The betrothal gifts included gold, silver, and jade, so he added high-end jewelry of equal value for her, all of which were treasures he had personally collected for her.

Since the betrothal gifts included real estate and shops, he transferred all of his prime properties and high-quality shops in key locations to her dowry.

The betrothal gifts included antiques and calligraphy, so he included all the famous works and rare antiques from his private collection as her dowry.

Every single item was equivalent to, or even greater than, the betrothal gifts.

Everyone said that Shen Qingyao was marrying up to the Meng family, but Meng Jiangyu insisted that everyone know that Shen Qingyao deserved the best of everything in the world.

He wanted her to be his rightful wife, with the confidence to be equal to him.