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◎Who have I slept with? You tell me, go on.◎
“Do you like the gift?”
“This book is hard to find.”
“Sister, you need to look forward. Good night.”
Shen Ye had changed his WeChat avatar to a “→” arrow symbol.
Fu Jiaxi chuckled softly. Whether she looked forward or not, Yue Jincheng didn’t seem too happy when he left. He was probably still upset because she had asked if he got home safely, and he hadn’t replied.
The next morning, Yu Xiaomi bought her coffee. “Here, Sister Jiaxi, your Americano.”
“Thanks.” Fu Jiaxi looked at the closed office door and asked, “Is the minister on a business trip?”
“No, he was called by President Yunzong early this morning.” Yu Xiaomi whispered, “Sister Jiaxi, we all think that Jin Ming shouldn’t have criticized you the other day; he was being deliberately difficult.”
Fu Jiaxi smiled, “Leaders have their own considerations.”
“I’m also very happy for Liu Yun,” Yu Xiaomi said. “A thousand-mile horse is hard to find its connoisseur. It’s not easy for his professional abilities to be recognized.”
Fu Jiaxi hadn’t even taken two sips of coffee before she was notified to attend a meeting.
In the conference room, Yue Jincheng was also present.
Yue Yunzong was highly efficient, putting the formation of the research team on the agenda.
With a clear intention, selecting the person in charge became the priority.
The eyes of those present naturally fell on Liu Yun.
Yue Yunzong agreed, “In my opinion, Liu has experience, knowledge, practical learning, and solid expertise. He is deeply rooted in the group system, making him the most suitable candidate.”
Jin Ming echoed in agreement, “First, I must self-criticize. I failed to take full responsibility and lacked comprehensive business understanding. Establishing a professional research team, I fully support it. Liu Yun is excellent and truly deserves it.”
Consecutive flattery indicated something amiss.
Yue Jincheng remained silent, calm, waiting for the latter part.
Indeed, Jin Ming shifted his tone, “I’ve been reflecting these past few days. The market is unpredictable, and the research team must be professional. Liu Yun alone has limited energy. Even though Fu Jiaxi can assist him, she is young and has room to grow.”
Yue Yunzong nodded in harmony, “Tell us what you think.”
“To make the research team successful, it needs to be done well and precisely. Why don’t we entrust it to a more professional futures company? Domestic derivatives markets are increasingly improving services. Not only will it save time and effort, but we’ll also achieve twice the result with half the effort.”
It had to be admitted, Yue Yunzong’s countermeasure was clever.
It complied with Yue Jincheng’s directive while regaining control naturally.
This argument was logically sound, leaving no room for criticism.
If Yue Jincheng disagreed, it would appear biased.
By agreeing, the so-called entrusted company would inevitably be Yue Yunzong’s ally.
Yue Jincheng remained composed, tapping his fingers on the table. “Thoughtful planning, proceed as you suggested. Since the operations department shows such determination and provides such a good platform, let Liu Yun and her participate together as part of the group’s talent development plan.”
Each side made concessions, resulting in a draw.
After the meeting dispersed, Yue Yunzong and Yue Jincheng left the conference room doors open, chatting amiably inside, presenting a perfect scene of brotherly unity.
Returning to the office, Yue Yunzong’s face darkened.
Jin Ming followed behind him, “The president’s intervention intent is firm. You’ve already stated your case, yet he insists on placing Old Liu here.”
Yue Yunzong irritably smoked.
Jin Ming fumed, “All this trouble started because of Fu Jiaxi. Now I realize, from start to finish, it’s like a trap!”
“You idiot!” Yue Yunzong raised his hand, throwing a stack of documents at him. “You’re just realizing this now?!”
Jin Ming winced in pain, stepping back several paces, “Yes, it’s my negligence.”
“Do you know who Fu Jiaxi is?”
Jin Ming was puzzled, recalling the time he took her to meet a client, and Yue Jincheng suddenly attended the banquet to help her avoid drinking.
“Is she one of President Yue’s female friends?”
Yue Yunzong sneered coldly, “She’s Yue Jincheng’s ex-wife.”
Before Yue Jincheng came to power, no one paid attention. A son despised and belittled by his own father—no one cared. For many years abroad, family banquets scarcely mentioned Yue Puhui’s name.
Who would have thought he could turn the tables, reviving and rising from obscurity.
When Yue Jincheng took over Baifeng, he was already married to Fu Jiaxi, having obtained the marriage certificate.
They didn’t hold a wedding banquet, and afterward, Jiaxi was well-protected by Yue Jincheng, making her social media exposure almost zero.
It was normal for Jin Ming not to recognize her. Yue Yunzong originally thought Fu Jiaxi was just another office worker, flirting and playing games with her ex-husband.
However, Fu Jiaxi was entirely different from the gentle, obedient housewife image he had in mind.
Yue Yunzong overlooked her sharpness.
—
The work on forming the market research team commenced immediately, keeping Fu Jiaxi busier than ever.
During these days, Yue Jincheng took care of Yue Jia Yi more often.
On Friday evening, there was a family dinner at the Yue residence, and Zhou Xiaojun was also invited. Relatives and friends gathered, illuminating the Yue villa.
Guan Yeqin accompanied her father, using a visit to Zhou Xiaojun as an excuse to discuss potential collaborations with Yue Puhui. The Guan and Yue families had deep ties, and since childhood, Guan Yeqin frequented the Yue household, fitting in seamlessly among the women, akin to close sisters.
Guan Yeqin was radiant, her gemstone blue mermaid dress accentuating her figure.
“Brother Jincheng, regarding Chengfeng Medical, please help me find some acquaintances and smooth things over, okay?” Guan Yeqin smiled sweetly, raising her glass, seemingly forgetting the ridicule she received from Yue Jincheng the other day.
That was her strength, always able to adapt to the current situation.
Although the Guan family was no longer as prosperous as before, relationships were reciprocal, and Baifeng still did business with them. Objectively speaking, Guan Yeqin was quite capable, not a useless ornament.
While discussing work opinions, Wanyu gracefully approached, “Sorry, Big Brother, Sister Yeqin.”
Yue Jincheng nodded, “What is it?”
Wanyu said, “I found a smartwatch, and it felt familiar. Big Brother, take a look, isn’t it Little Jia Yi’s?”
The light gray-blue strap was indeed Yue Jia Yi’s, lost during his playtime.
Yue Jincheng took it and thanked her.
Wanyu smiled prettily, bowing slightly, “Big Brother is too polite. Returning lost items, I won’t disturb further.”
After this small interlude, Yue Jincheng gestured to Guan Yeqin, “Continue.”
...
Fu Jiaxi still had materials to organize. Just after nine o’clock, she glanced at her phone, then abruptly stood up, left her work, and hurriedly departed.
It was Yue Jia Yi, who had sent her many WeChat messages five minutes ago:
[Mom, are you off work yet?]
[I don’t want to stay here anymore.]
[Mom, can you come pick me up and take me home?]
[I miss you so much, Mom.]
No mother could remain unmoved when seeing her child express grievances.
Cold and pale, charts and data dominated the computer screen. The drive for career success was instantly overshadowed by shattered heartache.
Her son needed her.
Even if the sky were falling, she had to be by his side.
Fu Jiaxi’s license plate was always registered in the security system of the Yue residence, allowing her to pass through the gate without hindrance. She drove at full speed, and by the time she parked outside the villa, Fu Jiaxi had regained some calm and rationality.
Before she could gather her thoughts—
“Sister Jiaxi!” Wanyu greeted her with surprise.
And just like that, Fu Jiaxi was enthusiastically pulled into the villa by Wanyu, who held her arm tightly.
The moment she appeared, the chatter paused, leaving only the monotonous sound of music floating in the air.
All eyes converged on her like piercing arrows or thick mud, enveloping her entirely.
The crystal chandelier was dazzling and blinding, its halos spreading into her vision. Memories flooded back—scenes from two years ago, just before the divorce, vividly replayed in her mind.
During the period when she and Yue Jincheng were in a cold war, everyone assumed their relationship had run its course.
Deep love is a matter between two people, but once it falls apart, it’s like an entire plate shattering. At that time, Yue Jincheng was serving as the executive president of Baifeng Group, and the company’s stock price had stabilized somewhat, temporarily controlling the precarious situation.
The Yue family feared any variables.
Everyone asked Fu Jiaxi: When this man had nothing, you stayed by his side through wind and rain. Now that he has achieved success, why are you being so unreasonable and seeking a divorce?
Gentle persuasion didn’t work, so there was nothing left to consider.
In mid-August of that year, the weather was stifling, with low-hanging clouds signaling the impending typhoon.
Yue Jincheng went to Switzerland to handle official business, and his return flight was delayed.
In his bag was a velvet-covered box containing a custom-made diamond ring for Fu Jiaxi.
He harbored reluctance and never intended to truly separate from her.
At that time, in the Yue residence, Yue Puhui deliberately chose to handle private matters while Yue Jincheng was away.
A team of lawyers, Baifeng’s legal department, and notaries, more than ten people surrounded her.
With cold, formulaic tones, they repeatedly confirmed the terms with her: property division, child custody, personal reputation. Yue Puhui relented, agreeing to grant her custody of Yue Jia Yi, but on the condition that Madam Fu Jiaxi would not make any statements or take any actions that could harm Yue Jincheng or Baifeng Group’s reputation after the divorce.
Fu Jiaxi kept her head down, saying nothing.
The voices of the lawyers, legal staff, and assistants felt like massive stones pressing down on her.
Fu Jiaxi clutched her palms tightly, feeling anxious, experiencing tinnitus and dizziness, her vision a blur of white snowflakes.
Just like now, the physiological reactions from that time seemed to have left lingering effects—her heartbeat felt weightless, and cold sweat ran down her back.
She wanted to step back, to escape. But Wanyu kept holding her arm. “Today’s desserts are nice, Sister Jiaxi. Let me take you to try them.”
Staggering into the middle of the hall, Fu Jiaxi’s heartbeat raced uncontrollably, her lips losing some color as if oxygen-deprived.
“Hey, Jiaxi?” Guan Yeqin was surprised.
Yue Jincheng was also surprised, “Jiaxi?”
The handsome man and beautiful woman sat on the sofa, close together, facing each other, their tones almost synchronized.
They both looked up simultaneously, gazing at Fu Jiaxi.
This scene sparked much imagination.
Somehow, Fu Jiaxi’s panicked heart suddenly calmed, replaced by pebbles dropping one by one.
Yue Jincheng reflexively stood up, instinctively moving closer to her.
Fu Jiaxi turned her face away, taking a big step in the opposite direction, not giving him a second glance.
Yue Jincheng: “….”
Guan Yeqin also stood up. In Fu Jiaxi’s eyes at that moment, these two were in sync again.
So she took another step back, standing even farther away.
Yue Jincheng: “….”
For a moment, the three of them framed together became the biggest highlight of today’s family banquet.
“Jiaxi, long time no see.” Guan Yeqin smiled and extended her hand. “Let’s go have a cup of coffee and chat?”
“She doesn’t drink coffee,” Zhou Xiaojun said, being helped down the spiral staircase slowly, complaining, “Jiaxi has trouble sleeping. She needs to take care of herself. She shouldn’t drink coffee. Before bed, she should soak her feet in hot water.”
“Grandmother.” The younger generation hurried to help her, but Zhou Xiaojun shook her head, extending her hand only to Fu Jiaxi.
Fu Jiaxi went to her side, and Zhou Xiaojun secretly patted her hand, holding it tightly against her side.
The aged skin, dry and textured, provided warmth.
Zhou Xiaojun had come to shield her from the storm.
“Perfect timing. There are hundreds of incense sticks in the prayer room that need organizing. Come back with me to Manyuan and help me with some work.”
On the way, in the car.
Yue Jia Yi kept sharing what his dad did with him today. Innocent and joyful, his eyes sparkled with happiness, showing no trace of grievance or sadness.
“By the way, Mom, I almost lost my smartwatch, but luckily I found it again!”
“Who helped you find it?”
“Auntie Yu.”
Fu Jiaxi smoothed her son’s bangs, smiled, and said nothing more.
Upon arriving at Manyuan, Yue Jia Yi had already fallen asleep. Butler Liu carried him to the bedroom, while Fu Jiaxi followed Zhou Xiaojun into the prayer room.
The incense sticks were neatly arranged and didn’t need organizing.
Zhou Xiaojun prayed and read scriptures; Fu Jiaxi knelt on the meditation cushion, accompanying her.
“Ah, enough, enough. You, your mind isn’t at peace. You’ve wandered off several times,” Zhou Xiaojun said, putting the prayer beads on her wrist. “I originally wanted you to listen to the scriptures, calm your mind, and sleep more soundly.”
“I’m sorry, Grandma.” Fu Jiaxi lacked enthusiasm. “I’ve been under a bit of work pressure lately.”
At this moment, Butler Liu came to say, “What a coincidence, Jincheng is here too.”
They had just arrived, and he had followed closely behind.
Walking briskly, he rushed directly into the prayer room.
“Oh my, there’s no roast suckling pig here. What’s worrying you so much?” Zhou Xiaojun complained, “A thirty-year-old man, still acting without composure.”
Yue Jincheng raised his hand, loosened the buttons on his shirt, and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
He steadied his breathing, shifting his gaze. Who was looking for roast suckling pig? Fu Jiaxi was here.
Fu Jiaxi acted as if she hadn’t seen him, lowering her gaze, and continued to follow Zhou Xiaojun.
“Uncle Liu made roasted glutinous rice cakes and warmed up some rice wine. You both drove here, so why don’t you stay tonight and give it a try?”
Fu Jiaxi ignored this, still stepping forward to follow when Yue Jincheng stopped her. “Grandma wants you to stay, didn’t you hear?”
“I didn’t hear.” Fu Jiaxi said, “You just want to say I’m stupid, right? I get it.”
“...”
Yue Jincheng bent slightly, leveling his eyes with hers, deep like the ocean, waves gently surging towards her. “Are you angry?”
Caught off guard by his intense gaze, Fu Jiaxi had nowhere to escape, falling into his eyes. Not wanting to speak, she turned her head again, avoiding his face.
Yue Jincheng asked with a smile, “Didn’t sleep well last night, did you hurt your neck?”
“No.”
“Then why do you keep turning your head? Don’t you want to look at me?”
A small spark of frustration ignited in Fu Jiaxi’s heart; she regretted showing her vulnerability.
By the fish pond, in the bamboo pavilion, the night breeze brought coolness, the fragrance of fruits filled the air, and the pool embraced a pool of starlight, swaying gently like gauze or mist, echoing softly with the moon, gently decorating the azure sky.
The glutinous rice cakes were soft and sweet, and on the small charcoal stove, a pot of homemade cloudy rice wine bubbled obediently.
Everything was perfect except for the teasing gaze of the man in front of her, his ambiguous smile irritating.
Fu Jiaxi wanted to avoid looking at him but was afraid he would find more flaws.
Suddenly, the screen of the phone on the table lit up.
It was Zhou Xiaojun sending many pictures.
Finally, she sent a voice message: “Xixi, these are the latest batch. Take a look and see if there’s anyone you like? If you fancy someone, tell Grandma, and I’ll arrange for you to have dinner together.”
Unlike her previous resistance, Fu Jiaxi looked carefully at each picture.
Just looking wasn’t enough; she zoomed in, examining them from all angles.
“The youngest son of Chairman Sun will return next month. He’s a Western-style guy, not practical,” Yue Jincheng said indifferently.
Was he also looking?
Fu Jiaxi was speechless and swiped to the next picture.
“Yu Zhou—pretentious domestically, addicted to gambling abroad, often visits underground casinos in Southeast Asia, owes a lot of foreign currency.”
“The youngest of the Yuan family, good character, a pure-hearted and persistent fishing enthusiast.”
Fu Jiaxi: “...”
She shifted her body slightly, tilting the phone at an angle.
Yue Jincheng let out a sound of disapproval, “Hey, don’t do that. Let’s look together. All the so-called talented young men Grandma knows—I know them too. Come on, who do you like? I’ll give you some advice.”
Fu Jiaxi glared at him, fingers swiping the screen randomly.
At the end of the photos, the last one was a simple and pleasing life photo. The man in the picture held a potted plant, gazing down, half of his profile hidden. This angle was actually quite demanding on facial features.
However, this person had sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, delicate bones, and a clear appearance—he was very handsome.
“Yu Yanqing, works in finance.” Yue Jincheng paused for a few seconds, seemingly unable to find any flaws.
Fu Jiaxi couldn’t bear it anymore and turned off the phone. “Why are you so annoying, criticizing everyone you see.”
“How is this criticism? I’m helping you vet them.”
“Who asked you to vet them?” Fu Jiaxi said, “We’re equally bad.”
“We’re equally bad?” Yue Jincheng retorted, “Is my private life chaotic? Am I addicted to gambling? Am I hypocritical? Or do I sleep around with people? Which one is it, Mother of Jia Yi…?”
Fu Jiaxi glared at him, refusing to back down, “How can you say that, you do.”
Yue Jincheng couldn’t suppress the corners of his mouth, his eyes carrying a hint of mischief, like translucent silk, tempting and teasing.
“So, tell me, who have I slept with?”
“…”
Yue Jincheng moved closer to her, his voice light as a feather, “Hmm?... Tell me, go ahead.”
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