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◎Don’t move, I’ll be gentle.◎
In the fleeting moment of warmth, even Jiao Rui felt a sense of melancholy.
But the next second, Fu Jiaxi said, “Whether or not I remember doesn’t matter. If you want to remember, that’s your business. Whether I remember or not shouldn’t affect any of your actions.”
It wasn’t hard for Yue Jincheng to detect the coldness in her words. The tangled mess in his heart, which had just begun to unravel, tightened once again. The alcohol burned in his stomach, making his already uncomfortable body ache even more. He asked, “What do you mean?”
Fu Jiaxi replied, “I just think it’s really pointless to dwell on such meaningless things now.”
Yue Jincheng said, “You’re blaming me.”
Fu Jiaxi retorted, “Shouldn’t I? Did you fulfill the heartfelt wishes you made? She turned her face away, masking her desolation, “Without trust, how can we talk about forever?”
It was like a heavy hammer striking Yue Jincheng’s nerves.
The past was an insurmountable hurdle.
He hardened his expression, “Everyone knows about your past with Yue Shaoheng, except me. If you don’t want to tell me, fine, that’s your freedom. Couples need their own space. But when Yue Shaoheng kept liking you and revolving around you, why didn’t you tell me? Criticizing me is one thing, but don’t hold double standards.”
Fu Jiaxi: “It’s not that I didn’t want to tell you, but I could handle it myself.”
Yue Jincheng couldn’t help but clench his palm tighter, his suppressed anger roughening his voice, “Whenever something happens, it’s always ‘you can handle it.’ Can you ever think of me? Or do you not believe I can solve problems with you?”
Fu Jiaxi remained unmoved and countered, “After knowing, what did you do? Was your savage and intense reaction right?”
Yue Jincheng’s jealousy flared, “Was it wrong to demand an answer? Or is it wrong that someone coveting my wife deserves to die?”
Fu Jiaxi was infuriated, “That’s your younger brother! What do you want to do? Bear the infamy, go to jail, and let our son live under this family scandal too?!”
Yue Jincheng sneered coldly, “Yue Shaoheng should thank the heavens he’s still alive. From now on, he’d better behave himself.”
Fu Jiaxi’s nerves jumped painfully, feeling both pain and helplessness.
Memories rushed back, flooding her mind. She wanted to forget, but couldn’t erase every frame of the past, which once again loomed darkly over her.
Yue Shaoheng’s stubbornness, obsession, shamelessness—embracing her from behind.
After the incident, the entire Yue family turned against her, whispering accusations and blame behind her back, like a thousand arrows piercing her heart—a pain indescribable.
Why? She was the one hurt, yet she became the one condemned by all.
Fu Jiaxi felt bewildered, wronged, yet never lost her will.
Because she believed she had a way out, someone to rely on.
When she sought refuge in what she thought would be her final haven, little did she know, she would face even greater storms.
Yue Jincheng’s angry expression was the last straw that broke her.
“What did you and him have?”
—Fu Jiaxi felt wronged. Yue Shaoheng’s one-sided obsession—how could she have known?
“You pleaded for him. Are you really unable to let go?”
—No. How could she. Haven’t I borne children for you? What is there to let go of?
Finally, Yue Jincheng vowed to take Yue Shaoheng’s life.
Terrified, she clung to his arm, “Yue Jincheng, are you insane? That’s your brother, your own brother!”
Yue Jincheng’s cruel, cold-blooded nature was fully exposed as he pulled the trigger, teetering between heaven and hell in a single thought.
Fu Jiaxi sobbed, “Yue Jincheng, do you want our son to have a father who’s a murderer?”
It was a wake-up call.
And also a despair where ashes scattered.
Fu Jiaxi considered her son, weighed reputation, but never once empathized with her husband.
All. Everyone knew that at the beginning, she and Yue Shaoheng had mutual feelings and possibilities.
Then what was he?
A sucker, an idiot, a bastard?
Yue Jincheng’s heart twisted into a thin rope, tying himself up, wishing to strangle Yue Shaoheng.
He even began to doubt, in Fu Jiaxi’s heart, how much he truly mattered.
Under his anger, his tone became as irrational, cold, and resolute as—
“Fu Jiaxi, you’re my wife. Everything about you belongs to me. No one else should even touch you.”
Fu Jiaxi immediately shouted back, “I’m not yours!” Not an accessory, not anyone’s possession.
Yue Jincheng’s chest felt like it was about to explode, his eyes reddened with anger, “How are you not mine?”
Fu Jiaxi’s voice was sharp and defiant, “I’m not someone who can’t live without you. Before you, I lived just fine.”
“So, have you thought about leaving me?”
“No one is irreplaceable!”
Yue Jincheng suddenly fell silent, staring at her for a few seconds, then turned and walked away.
He thought it was a retreat and compromise, allowing both of them to cool down when they were angry.
Fu Jiaxi took a deep breath, suppressing her agitated emotions.
Yue Jincheng appeared composed and measured, but she knew, when he went all out, he was capable of anything.
Fu Jiaxi couldn’t rest easy and went to look for him again.
But no matter how much she twisted the doorknob, it wouldn’t budge—it was locked.
...This madman.
In that instant, the grievances of these years magnified infinitely, exploding all at once.
She wasn’t the one in the wrong, so why should all the blame fall on her?
His actions were merely forcing her to yield and bow her head.
Fu Jiaxi found it utterly meaningless. Later, she stopped arguing and fussing, sitting alone in the locked room all afternoon. The water and snacks brought by the housekeeper went untouched. That day, the Yue residence felt like a deep, dark cage.
When Yue Jincheng reappeared, it was dusk.
Fu Jiaxi always remembered the unique color of the sunset that day. A subdued orange-yellow flamboyantly occupied the white wall behind her. Intense and glaring, like burning fire, or like a rotten egg.
Yue Jincheng was bathed in highly saturated light, his eyes revealing exhaustion.
Fu Jiaxi looked up at him calmly and softly said, “I can’t bear another day living with you.”
...
“Jiaxi, have you been resting poorly these days?” Yu Xiaomi handed over two black coffees, “Here, perk up.”
“Thank you,” Fu Jiaxi said, “I have a bit of a cold.”
“Director Liu is quite strict; working overtime and writing reports late into the night is common. Actually, he’s pretty good. If you can’t handle it, just ask for some leave.”
“It’s fine, I can handle it.” Fu Jiaxi said, “I quite admire Director Liu’s work ethic.” She then asked, “By the way, tomorrow is the fourth quarter business meeting. Will Director Liu be reporting? What do I need to prepare for him, like a PPT?”
Yu Xiaomi hesitated, “The admin department will prepare it. We just need to make sure we take good notes.”
Fù Jiāxī nodded, treating it as part of the normal process.
In the past two days, her cold had worsened—stuffy nose, heavy head. To avoid infecting Yuè Jiāyī, she wore a mask even at home. During lunch in the cafeteria one day, she happened to run into Yuè Jìnchéng.
When the elevator doors slid open, everyone fell silent instinctively.
Yuè Jìnchéng greeted them first, “Good day, everyone.”
Only then did the atmosphere begin to loosen.
Between Fù Jiāxī and him stood two people, seemingly invisible to each other. Jiāo Ruì kept winking at her from time to time. A colleague beside him asked with concern, “Secretary Jiāo, is there something wrong with your eyes?”
Jiāo Ruì: “...”
Fù Jiāxī turned her face away, and Yuè Jìnchéng glanced back.
Like two souls detached from their bodies, they gazed at each other from afar but refused to take a step closer.
The quarterly business meeting was important, and all the senior executives were present.
Fù Jiāxī sat in the last row, but so did Liú Yún, which puzzled her.
Wouldn’t the market analysis and report be presented by him?
The meeting was chaired by Jīn Míng, who summarized performance achievements and shortcomings, assigned responsibilities for reporting, announced updates on major group projects, and finally handed over to the senior leadership—Yuè Yúnzōng—for the next phase of work deployment.
The quality of the meeting was standard, and the extraction of key information was rather unremarkable.
Fù Jiāxī kept waiting for Liú Yún’s market analysis presentation. But until the very end, it seemed as if Jīn Míng had completely forgotten about this person. The report, painstakingly prepared through countless late-night revisions, was relegated to the final pages of the materials.
Two and a half hours later, the meeting was nearing its conclusion.
Jīn Míng wrapped things up smoothly. “Any colleagues have anything to add? If not, then…”
“I do.” Fù Jiāxī raised her hand.
Jīn Míng hadn’t expected it but remained calm and smiled. “Ah, our new colleague, Little Fù. Do you have any questions?”
Fù Jiāxī replied, “Regarding the fourth-quarter bulk commodity market section, Team Leader Liú has supplementary remarks.”
Liú Yún froze, looking at her incredulously.
Fù Jiāxī whispered softly, “Team Leader.”
Jīn Míng deliberately stayed silent, leaving the two in an awkward and uncomfortable situation as the entire venue fell into eerie silence.
At that moment, a measured voice broke the tension:
“Team Leader Liú, please give the market report.”
It was Yuè Jìnchéng, who had remained silent throughout the meeting.
Like an adrenaline shot or a stepping stone, his words gave both of them a way forward.
With approval granted, Liú Yún stood up, his back slightly stooped but his steps steady.
Jīn Míng’s smile didn’t reach his eyes. “You probably didn’t prepare presentation materials, so try to keep it brief…”
“I’m prepared,” Fù Jiāxī interjected.
Soon, the presentation materials were projected onto the screen—every frame, data point, and table laid out with remarkable clarity.
Liú Yún hadn’t had such an opportunity in a long time. He spoke rigorously, solemnly, and carefully chose every word to begin his explanation.
His thoughts were sharp, and his deep understanding of the industry allowed him to capture market trends with precision. Beyond his initial nervousness, his explanation carried great depth.
The attendees’ focused expressions were markedly different from before.
After fifteen minutes, Liú Yún completed his report and bowed deeply.
Yuè Jìnchéng was the first to applaud, nodding in acknowledgment.
Following his lead, the employees erupted into continuous applause, thunderous and resounding.
After the meeting, Jīn Míng called Liú Yún into his office alone.
The content of their conversation was unknown, but when Yú Xiǎomǐ passed by the office, she happened to overhear, “You’ve trained a fine apprentice.”
She told Fù Jiāxī, “It’s been a while since we’ve heard Team Leader Liú speak. His professional skills are truly impressive. You’re surpassing your teacher, and Director Jīn can’t stop praising you.”
Fù Jiāxī simply smiled it off. She understood that behind the sarcastic praise lay gritted teeth.
Taking advantage of some free time, Fù Jiāxī returned to the conference room.
The room was empty, the blinds drawn tightly, creating a secluded retreat.
She sat in her original seat, leaning back against the chair, closing her eyes and tilting her head upward. Even sitting like this felt tiring, so she took off her high heels, lightly resting her toes on the floor.
She had entered feeling hot, but after a short while, the air conditioning cooled the room to just the right temperature.
Overcome by drowsiness, Fù Jiāxī’s eyelids grew heavier.
Suddenly, a weight settled on her shoulder.
Like waves beneath a calm sea, the pressure was just right.
Fù Jiāxī didn’t panic much; the familiar scent wafted soothingly from behind her.
Yuè Jìnchéng must have entered without her noticing—she really was exhausted.
His hands moved skillfully over her shoulders, applying precise pressure to every acupressure point.
Fù Jiāxī let out a soft sigh, her tense body finally relaxing completely.
Just as the immersive experience began, Yuè Jìnchéng timed it perfectly, withdrawing his hands.
Fù Jiāxī glanced at him indifferently. “Do you want to argue? Fine, you win. I concede.”
Yuè Jìnchéng said, “A victory gained unfairly—I don’t want it.”
Fù Jiāxī responded, “Our president cares so much about appearances—it’s hard to please you.”
Yuè Jìnchéng shot her a look, silently reminding her who had been serving whom mere seconds ago.
“Speaking to your boss like this—are you not afraid of having your salary docked?”
“I’ve already braved difficulties, offended every minister and senior executive, and strongly recommended Team Leader Liú to speak. Isn’t that enough to make up for my earlier mistakes?” Fù Jiāxī’s voice was hoarse. “You, as a boss, are overly incompetent and harsh.”
Her severe cold made her appear fragile in her light-colored dress, like a flower dampened by night dew—wilting stems and leaves, yet her eyes remained lively.
Yuè Jìnchéng squatted beside her, placing her high heels neatly to one side. “Such boldness—are you not afraid that your superiors will trip you up in the future?”
Borrowing his momentum, Fù Jiāxī lazily replied, “They’re small leaders, and you’re the big leader. Will the big leader protect a righteous employee?”
Yuè Jìnchéng chuckled softly and nodded. “No matter the circumstances, I’ll protect you.”
“I can protect myself.” Fù Jiāxī turned her face away, disliking those words.
Yuè Jìnchéng remained composed. “You can consider me as one of your means of ‘self-protection.’”
Fù Jiāxī paused, looking at him again. “President Yuè, when did you become willing to be used by others?”
He replied, “Not everyone can use me.”
Realization dawned on her, and she let out a self-deprecating smile. “As Jiāyī’s mother, I still hold some sway.”
Deliberately distancing themselves, the tender moment once again left an uneasy knot.
Yuè Jìnchéng’s expression darkened for a second before he addressed the matter directly. “Jīn Míng is cunning and slippery, a trusted aide of Yuè Yúnzōng. Old Liú has always been overlooked, deliberately ignored by both of them in meetings large and small. By standing up for him today, you’ve set yourself up for future trouble and suppression from Jīn Míng.”
Fù Jiāxī had long seen through the situation and was well aware of her position, but she didn’t care. “I’m just a low-level employee at Bǎi Fēng, offering suggestions and doing my duty. If Department Head Jīn were to make things difficult for someone still in their probationary period, it would only tarnish his reputation and lose him the support of others.”
Yuè Jìnchéng responded, “On the surface, he’ll certainly put on a good show.”
Fù Jiāxī said calmly, “Behind the scenes, I have my ways of dealing with it.”
Confident, composed, and with an air of nonchalance, Fù Jiāxī, despite being unwell, exuded a certain lazy charm that only added to her credibility.
Beyond being alluring, she also earned admiration. Yuè Jìnchéng’s lips curved slightly. “Why go to such lengths? With your boss right in front of you, you don’t even try to flatter me.”
Fù Jiāxī scoffed softly. “Who cares about those who offer themselves so eagerly?”
Yuè Jìnchéng said, “I’ll let our son be the judge.”
“Cunning merchant.”
“Devoted father.”
Their verbal sparring continued, each exchange smooth and measured.
Fù Jiāxī shifted her body slightly, settling into a more comfortable position.
She fell silent, her eyelids gently closing.
“Tired?” Yuè Jìnchéng’s gaze softened as his hands returned to gently massage her neck.
Fù Jiāxī instinctively flinched.
Feeling her stiffness, Yuè Jìnchéng reassured her, “Don’t move. I’ll be gentle.”
Fù Jiāxī relaxed her resistance, her eyelids growing heavy.
Suddenly, Yuè Jìnchéng spoke in a low voice, “That night, I spoke out of line. My tone was wrong. Jiāxī, I’m sorry—I apologize to you.”
Her eyes remained closed, and after a long silence, her lips parted faintly. “Press a little harder—it feels better this way.”
She avoided addressing his apology directly, but in that moment, soft lights of warmth flickered within her heart.
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