The Cinnabar Mole of a Beijing Circle Tycoon

The warmth of the wedding ceremony still lingered in the air above Yu Garden, and the white roses and champagne-colored lisianthus on both sides of the red carpet were still covered with fine moisture.

As the evening breeze blows, the sweet fragrance of flowers, along with the melodious music, drifts towards the brightly lit banquet hall not far away.

The newlyweds, who had just exchanged vows and rings, had changed out of their wedding attire. Meng Jiangyu was wearing a well-tailored dark gray suit with subtle patterns, and a small pearl brooch pinned to his collar, a style personally chosen by Shen Qingyao.

His hand remained firmly in Shen Qingyao's grasp, their fingers intertwined, the strength gentle yet firm, as if he were holding the most precious treasure of his life, unwilling to let go.

Shen Qingyao changed into a fishtail-style toast dress. The light apricot satin made her skin look as white as snow. The delicate rhinestones on the hem swayed gently with her steps, like crushed starlight. A simple pearl headband hung down with two strands of hair. Her eyes and brows were filled with shyness and happiness that she could not hide.

The guests had already followed the signs and poured into the banquet hall. The moment they pushed open the door, a noisy and enthusiastic atmosphere rushed out.

The giant crystal chandelier overhead cast a warm, soft light, illuminating the entire hall with a dazzling glow.

Waiters carried champagne and red wine among the crowd, the clinking of glasses, the laughter of guests, and the gentle jazz music played by the band blending together.

Everyone wore a genuine smile, and their eyes followed the beautiful couple at the door. Applause and blessings rose and fell, almost drowning out the music.

Meng Jiangyu led Shen Qingyao into the crowd.

He turned his head slightly, his gaze always fixed on the bride beside him, his eyes filled with an intense tenderness.

He subconsciously slowed his pace, accommodating Shen Qingyao's steps, afraid that she might stumble on her skirt. His thoughtfulness and consideration drew frequent nods from the elders watching, who praised the two as a perfect match.

The toasting ceremony began with the elders at the head table. Grandma Meng looked at the two of them, beaming from ear to ear: "Ayu, Yaoyao, live a good life together from now on. You must support and understand each other."

Shen Qingyao obediently held the wine glass, bowed slightly, and said in a soft, melodious voice, "Grandma, we will."

Meng Jiangyu put his arm around his wife's waist and replied, "Don't worry, Grandma."

After paying their respects to their elders, the two of them went from table to table, following their seats.

Facing his business partners, Meng Jiangyu was composed and dignified. He raised his glass in greeting and exchanged a few pleasantries, maintaining the atmosphere perfectly. Shen Qingyao stood quietly beside him, a gentle smile on her lips, nodding in acknowledgment as appropriate, showing perfect understanding between them.

Meng Jiangyu led Shen Qingyao by the hand, and at each table, he would first introduce the guests to Shen Qingyao in a soft voice, patiently and meticulously.

When encountering elders, he will considerately shield them from drinks; when encountering noisy friends, he will immediately protect them behind him.

Shen Qingyao's gaze when she looked up at him was always filled with admiration and dependence. Her eyebrows were curved, and when she smiled, her eyes seemed to be filled with starlight, gentle yet dazzling.

Amidst the clinking of glasses, the aroma of wine and flowers filled the air, and blessings and laughter echoed throughout.

Meng Jiangyu looked down at Shen Qingyao, who was smiling radiantly beside him, and his fingers unconsciously tightened their grip a little more.

"Are you tired?" He leaned down and whispered in Shen Qingyao's ear, his voice so gentle it could melt your heart.

Shen Qingyao shook her head, gently brushed the stray hairs from his forehead, and said softly, "I'm not tired. I'm happy as long as you're here."

The noise in the banquet hall gradually subsided, but the crystal chandelier still shone brightly.

Meng Jiangyu, holding Shen Qingyao's hand, stood at the bottom of the steps of the villa's main entrance, seeing off the wedding guests.

Luxury cars drove away one after another, their headlights drawing gentle arcs in the night.

After a whole night of toasting, exchanging pleasantries, and socializing, even Meng Jiangyu, who was used to such occasions, was a little tired, not to mention Shen Qingyao, who had never experienced such a dense social gathering before.

She was almost entirely leaning on his arm, her long eyelashes drooping gently, her eyes showing obvious weariness, yet she was still so beautiful that it made one's heart flutter.

The fishtail toasting dress had bound her all day, making her steps weak and each step felt like a struggle.

"You must be exhausted?" Meng Jiangyu stopped and gently brushed away the stray hairs that clung to her cheeks. His fingertips softly brushed against her slightly flushed cheeks, his voice low and hoarse with concern.

Shen Qingyao gave a soft "Mmm," with a hint of barely perceptible coquettishness: "My legs are so sore, and my back hurts too..."

She really pushed herself to the limit.

From the wedding procession and ceremony in the early morning, to the outdoor photo shoot in the afternoon, and then to the banquet and toasts that lasted for several hours in the evening, there was very little time to sit down and rest throughout the day. They were only able to keep going by the joy and excitement of being newlyweds.

As the crowd dispersed, her tense nerves relaxed, and an overwhelming sense of exhaustion instantly overwhelmed her.

Seeing her listless appearance, Meng Jiangyu's heart melted.

Without the slightest hesitation, he bent down slightly, slipped one hand under her knees, and wrapped the other arm around her back, lifting her up in his arms.

Shen Qingyao subconsciously reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her cheek tightly against his chest. She could clearly hear his steady and powerful heartbeat, each beat calm and reassuring.

"I'll carry you back to your room." Meng Jiangyu lowered his head and placed a light kiss on the top of her head before walking steadily toward the main building.

His embrace was broad and warm, carrying a faint scent of cedar and champagne.

Shen Qingyao curled up in his arms, her body, which had been tense all day, finally relaxed. Waves of drowsiness washed over her, and she could barely keep her eyelids open.

The wedding bed was covered with a bright red quilt and decorated with dried fruits symbolizing the wish for many children.

Meng Jiangyu placed her on the soft bed. As soon as Shen Qingyao touched the mattress, she couldn't help but shrink into the blankets, sinking into the fluffy bedding and letting out a soft sigh of comfort.

"I want to take a shower first..." she mumbled, trying to sit up. She was still wearing her elaborate toasting dress, her makeup was smudged, and she felt sticky and uncomfortable.

But as soon as she moved, Meng Jiangyu gently grabbed her wrist.

The man leaned down and gently encircled her between his arms and the bed, looking down at her with an intense and dark gaze in his eyes. His voice was deep and warm, yet carried an undeniable tenderness: "Don't wash yet."

Shen Qingyao blinked her tired eyes and looked at him with some confusion: "But I don't feel well..."

"We'll shower together after we're done."

His words, spoken in a low and ambiguous tone, instantly filled the air with a sultry atmosphere.

Shen Qingyao's cheeks flushed red instantly, the redness spreading from her cheeks all the way to her ears, and even her neck turned a light pink.

She instantly understood what he meant. "No, I'm so tired."