The Cinnabar Mole of a Beijing Circle Tycoon

Their final stop was Santorini in Greece.

The blue and white houses face the boundless Aegean Sea. At sunset, the setting sun dyes the sea surface golden red, creating one of the most romantic landscapes in the world.

They lived in a villa on the edge of a cliff, with the entire ocean right outside their windows. They woke up to the sound of the waves in the morning and fell asleep under the stars at night.

Shen Qingyao liked to sit on the deck chair on the terrace, enjoying the sea breeze and watching the sunset in the distance. Meng Jiangyu would stay by her side, handing her fruit and juice, and occasionally hugging her from behind, resting his chin on the top of her head, quietly keeping her company as she watched the sunset.

The days in Santorini were the most leisurely and pleasant time of the entire honeymoon.

They went to the beach together to walk on the sand, ate seafood together, browsed exquisite handmade shops in the town together, and drank and chatted together on the terrace at night.

Shen Qingyao leaned against Meng Jiangyu's chest and gossiped with him. Meng Jiangyu listened attentively and responded softly from time to time.

A whole month has passed silently through my fingers.

From romantic France to gentle Italy, from pristine Switzerland to dreamlike Greece, they traveled through countless landscapes and left behind countless sweet memories.

During this month, Meng Jiangyu was no longer the decisive and ruthless CEO Meng in the business world, but simply Shen Qingyao's husband.

On the day she left Santorini, Shen Qingyao stood at the airport, looking back at the distant Aegean Sea, her eyes filled with reluctance.

Meng Jiangyu held her hand tightly and smiled gently: "It's okay if you're reluctant to leave. We'll come every year from now on, visiting different countries and cities, and seeing all the scenery in the world."

Shen Qingyao looked up at him, her eyes slightly red, but her smile was exceptionally sweet: "Okay, as long as I'm with you, anywhere is fine."

The private jet slowly ascended, passing through the clouds, and the Aegean Sea below gradually turned into a patch of blue light.

Shen Qingyao leaned on Meng Jiangyu's shoulder, closed her eyes, and her mind was filled with sweet moments from the past month.

The morning light of Paris, the flower fields of Provence, the canals of Venice, the gentle breeze of the snow-capped mountains, the sunset of Santorini...

When the private jet landed smoothly at the international airport, Shen Qingyao was still leaning in Meng Jiangyu's arms, sleeping soundly with soft eyes and gentle features.

He gently raised his hand and used his fingertips to brush away the stray hairs that clung to her cheek.

Meng Jiangyu did not wake his wife, but carried Shen Qingyao up the spiral staircase to the Maybach.

"Awake?" Seeing Shen Qingyao slowly open her eyes, Meng Jiangyu lowered his voice, his tone filled with tenderness. "We're home."

Shen Qingyao blinked her sleepy eyes, her gaze focusing on the man's handsome profile. The corners of her mouth unconsciously curved into a smile. She reached out and wrapped her arms around his, her voice soft and languid, as if she had just woken up: "Mmm... I'm finally back. Home is so comfortable."

"We'll rest at home for a day, and tomorrow I'll take you to the old house." Meng Jiangyu held her hand and gently kissed the back of it. "You text us every day asking when we're coming back to China."

Shen Qingyao felt a warmth in her heart and nodded.

Grandma was kind and gentle, and Mom was gentle and intelligent. Even when they were dating, they doted on her and treated her like their own daughter.

For this honeymoon, she specially selected gifts for the two elders, her heart filled with anticipation.

The next morning, Meng Jiangyu personally drove Shen Qingyao to the Meng family's old residence in the suburbs.

As soon as the car stopped at the door, the butler, Meng An, greeted them with a smile: "Young Master, Young Madam, you're finally back! The Old Madam and Madam are waiting inside."

The two carried the gifts into the living room. Old Mrs. Meng sat in the main seat of the sandalwood armchair, wearing a dark blue Xiangyun yarn cheongsam, her hair neatly combed, and she looked energetic.

Madam Meng sat to one side, dressed in a beige long dress, exuding gentleness and elegance.

Upon seeing Meng Jiangyu and Shen Qingyao walk in hand in hand, the two elders' eyes lit up instantly, and their faces immediately filled with smiles.

"Grandma, Mom," Shen Qingyao greeted politely as she approached her grandmother and mother.

"Yaoyao, we've been waiting for you to come back!" Madam Meng pulled her hand and made her sit down, looking her up and down. "You've lost some weight. Didn't you eat well while you were away?"

"No, Mom, European food is quite delicious too. It's just that I sometimes miss home-cooked meals." Shen Qingyao smiled and shook hands with her, her eyes crinkling and her tone affectionate.

The old lady took Shen Qingyao's hand, squinted her eyes and examined her closely, becoming more and more satisfied with what she saw.

My gaze fell on their clasped hands, then swept over the natural intimacy and tacit understanding between them.

The old lady and Mrs. Meng exchanged a glance, both seeing the deep satisfaction and joy in each other's eyes.

Their own child has always been aloof and calm, but he is slow to warm up when it comes to relationships. He has never been around any women, and everyone was worried that he would be aloof for life, until he met Shen Qingyao.

It was Shen Qingyao who made this cold and aloof man gentle, warm, and full of life, and brought light to his eyes.

Seeing their loving and sweet relationship, the two elders were overjoyed and kept asking Shen Qingyao all sorts of questions. Shen Qingyao patiently answered them one by one, and laughter filled the entire living room.

Zhang Ma prepared lunch, and the family sat around the table, enjoying a happy time together.

Madam Meng kept piling food onto Shen Qingyao's plate, the bowl overflowing with food like a small mountain: "Eat more, nourish your body. Look at you, you've lost weight after playing outside for a month."

"Thank you, Mom." Shen Qingyao was a little embarrassed. Meng Jiangyu quietly helped her pick out small, easy-to-eat pieces of food from her bowl. His movements were natural and skillful, and the smile on Madam Meng's lips never faded.

After lunch, the family sat in the living room drinking tea and chatting. Sunlight streamed in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, creating a warm and cozy atmosphere.

After chatting for a while, Grandma Meng picked up her teacup, took a small sip, and looked at Shen Qingyao with loving eyes. Her tone was somewhat tentative, yet full of expectation: "Yaoyao, you and Ayu have finished your honeymoon. Now that things are stable and your relationship is so good, shouldn't you consider having children?"

We've finally come to this topic.

Shen Qingyao's cheeks flushed slightly, and she lowered her head shyly, her fingers gently twisting the hem of her clothes.

Madam Meng immediately chimed in, her tone gentle and earnest: "Yes, Yao Yao, Mom and Grandma are both looking forward to holding our grandchildren. You're young now, so having children sooner will help you recover faster and have more energy. Look at you, you're at the perfect age. If you take good care of yourself after giving birth, it won't affect your figure at all. Grandma and I will help you take care of the baby, and we'll make sure you don't suffer any hardship."

Grandma Meng nodded repeatedly, adding, "Yes! The sooner we have a baby, the better, so our Meng family can have a little one and it'll be lively. Look at Old Li next door, his grandson can already run around, I've been envious for a long time."

The two elders spoke back and forth, their voices filled with anticipation for the new life.