The Cinnabar Mole of a Beijing Circle Tycoon

While preparing for her wedding, Shen Qingyao was also busy with her graduation thesis.

In the study, the air was filled with the fragrance of sandalwood. On the large desk, a wedding planning proposal was spread out on one side, while a laptop and thick academic documents were placed on the other.

Shen Qingyao sat at her desk, her long hair tied up, wearing thin-rimmed glasses, typing intently on the keyboard, her fingertips dancing across the keys, serious and charming.

Meng Jiangyu sat next to her, working, occasionally glancing up at her.

"Ah Yu, isn't the logic in this argument a bit convoluted?" Shen Qingyao frowned, pointed at the text on the computer screen, turned to look at Meng Jiangyu, and asked for help.

Meng Jiangyu leaned closer, his warm breath brushing against her ear, carrying a faint scent of cedar.

He carefully read through the text, reached out and took her mouse, gently encircling her. Their figures were close together as he circled the key points on the screen: "The word order here could be adjusted, putting the conclusion first and then discussing it in points, which would make it clearer."

A deep voice sounded in my ear, and a warm touch pressed against my shoulder, but my heart was filled with peace. With him by my side, even the most difficult problems seemed to become simple.

Tired from writing, she leaned against Meng Jiangyu's chest, picked up the wedding plans on the table, and began to look through and select.

Meng Jiangyu would gently hold her, playing with her long hair with one hand and pointing to the details of the plan with the other, discussing it with her.

Time flies, and it's already May. The wedding plan is finalized, and we've started setting up the venue.

The night, like a gentle, dark velvet cloth, slowly enveloped the bustling city of Beijing.

The villa of Lu Ying was lit with warm yellow lights, which shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows and cast dappled light on the camphor trees in the courtyard.

Tomorrow is Lu Ying's wedding day. Shen Qingyao, Xiang Yu, and Lin Huihui moved in a day early to accompany the bride-to-be on her last bachelorette night before the wedding.

There was no noisy party, no deliberate sentimentality, just four girls on Lu Ying's spacious bed, covered with the same soft silk quilt, chatting about nothing in particular.

The room was filled with a faint scent of white tea, which was Lu Ying's favorite fragrance.

The room's light cast a soft glow, softening the features of the four girls.

Lin Huihui hugged a fluffy rabbit doll, nuzzled her head against Lu Ying's shoulder, and said in a soft voice with a hint of reluctance, "Yingying, I still can't believe it, you're getting married tomorrow. It feels like just yesterday we were in class, talking about the handsome guy from the next class, and today you're wearing a wedding dress and getting married."

Lu Ying turned to the side, reached out and gently ruffled Lin Huihui's hair, her fingertips carrying a tender warmth.

Her eyes were filled with the shyness and anticipation of someone about to get married: "Yes, time really flies."

Shen Qingyao listened quietly, gently taking Lu Ying's hand in hers. Their fingertips touched, conveying a warm feeling. Her voice was soft yet firm: "Yingying, we are all happy for you. Tomorrow, you will be the happiest bride in the world."

"Mmm." Lu Ying nodded, looking at the three familiar faces in front of her, each one etched with the most beautiful image of her youth.

She smiled and said, "If Gu Xizhou and I ever argue, you have to stand by my side and help me scold him; if I'm wronged, you have to come and comfort me right away."

"Of course!" Lin Huihui immediately raised her hand. "I'll be the first to object to anyone who dares to bully Yingying! If Gu Xizhou dares to treat you badly, the three of us will go and beat him to a pulp!"

Xiang Yu rolled over, lay face down on the bed, propped her elbows on the mattress, and looked at Lu Ying with her chin in her hand. "I'll definitely come to help you."

Shen Qingyao smiled as she looked at Lu Ying, "I have a feeling that Gu Xizhou is the one who will be bullied."

"I don't care."

"Alright, alright, alright." Shen Qingyao looked at Lu Ying with doting eyes. "However, since you two have been apart for so long, Gu Xizhou definitely won't want to upset you."

This topic instantly piqued everyone's interest. Lu Ying looked puzzled and asked, "What?"

"You didn't know?" Shen Qingyao was also puzzled. "I heard it from A-Yu."

"I don't know, I don't remember this part." Lu Ying leaned against the headboard, her back supported by soft pillows.

"The other day, Ayu was drinking with Gu Xizhou, and Gu Xizhou talked a lot about his past with you. He said that he and you had known each other since you were very young, when you were in the first grade of elementary school and you were deskmates."

These words, like a small pebble, instantly created ripples in Lu Ying's heart.

She never imagined that the two of them had already formed a bond during their innocent childhood.

"Ayu said that Gu Xizhou had just transferred to the school back then. He was colder than he is now, didn't like to talk, and didn't like to play with his classmates. You were his light, warming him like a little sun every day, and chattering away in front of him."

"He said those were the warmest days of his childhood. It's a pity that later, Grandpa Gu sent him abroad. When he left, he didn't even have a chance to say goodbye to you."

Lu Ying's fingers unconsciously tightened slightly as she grasped Shen Qingyao's hand. "I don't remember anything at all."

"Ayu said that Gu Xizhou took the initiative to propose this marriage."

"Old Master Gu had originally chosen several daughters from prominent families who were suitable for Gu Xizhou, but Gu Xizhou rejected them all outright. Later, when the Lu family proposed a marriage alliance, Old Master Gu hesitated."

"Gu Xizhou argued his case with Old Master Gu. He said that he would only marry Lu Ying in his life."

"Every year when you go skiing in Switzerland, Gu Xizhou is there. Several times he tried to go up and say hello, but he was interrupted by unexpected events."

"This marriage proposal from your family is a godsend for him. He's afraid that if he's even a second late, you'll be snatched away by someone else."

Shen Qingyao looked at Lu Ying, the moonlight shining through the gaps in the curtains, casting a faint silver glow on her face.

"That idiot..." Lu Ying choked back tears, but a happy smile curved her lips. "Why did he never tell me?"

"He probably thinks that these things don't need to be said, they can be done over a lifetime." Shen Qingyao gently wiped away her tears and said with a smile, "Tomorrow, you can ask him yourself."

Lin Huihui leaned closer, hugging Lu Ying's arm, her eyes also red: "Yingying, you are so lucky. Gu Xizhou really loves you."

Xiang Yu's eyes also reddened. "Our Yingying is so wonderful, she deserves the best love in the whole world."

Lu Ying nodded, wiped away her tears, and her eyes were full of starlight.

She looked out the window, and in the night, she could almost see tomorrow's sunshine, and Gu Xizhou in a suit, standing at the end of the red carpet, waiting for her.

What she thought was a chance encounter turned out to be a long-awaited reunion.

Lu Ying leaned against Shen Qingyao's chest, her heart filled with warmth.

She recalled the little things Gu Xizhou did every day, and how he would remember all her preferences.

Those small, tender moments, strung together at this moment, became evidence of his love for her.